Contempt of Council

Part 2 - The Rebirth

The next day found Sarek sitting in his quarters aboard the Vulcan liner, T'Planna'hath. He chose this liner for its direct route to Earth and its speed. It saddened him that Amanda did wantwant to accompany him, but he had to find Spock's katra and return it to the Hall of Ancient Thought. Sarek tried to convince her to come to Earth, even if to visit her family, but she was adamant. She wanted to be alone to keep her own private vigil for Spock and assured him that she would be fine. He promised to contact her daily and let her know how the search for Spock's katra was progressing.

He knelt on the floor, meditating. He thought about his marriage and the relationship with his wife, especially in light of recent events. Amanda had allowed him to hug her only occasionally since that night when their lovemaking was interrupted by her grief. She had been polite to him, but distant. He missed her smile and the sound of her laughter, and he especially missed the warmth of her personality. 'Am I losing my wife as well as my son?' he thought. 'I am not sure I could bear that.'

Sarek used the three days of travel time to meditate on all that had gone before, as well as plan a strategy he would take upon his arrival on Earth. His first stop was at the Vulcan Embassy in San Francisco where he used the power of his office to obtain Kirk's Genesis report, pulling in all of the favours he had garnered over the years. Even then, he couldn't locate the information he sought.

Sarek commanded his aide, Soran, to obtain all contact information for Admiral Kirk. The lack of retrievable information was most enlightening. This was a man that obviously valued his privacy and was most successful in limiting the amount of public knowledge released about him. Soran was able to obtain a private comm contact code. The methods that his aide used to acquire this protected information, Sarek did not question. Kirk held the answers and Sarek was determined to speak with him. His first call was to the published code that went into Kirk's office at Starfleet Headquarters.

The ensign that answered the comm unit visibly straightened in his chair when she saw who was calling. "A-Ambassador Sarek. How may I help you?"

"It is important that I speak with Admiral Kirk. Is he there, please?"

"I'm sorry, Ambassador. He left several hours ago."

Sarek's jaw muscles tightened slightly. "I see. If he contacts you, please let him know that I wish to speak to him."

"Certainly, Ambassador." She took down his contact information and assured him that she would give it to Kirk as soon as she was able to locate him

Deciding to give Kirk's assistant sufficient time to pass the message along, he called Amanda to advise her of his arrival. Once he had finished his call to his wife, he decided to put his energies to good use and tackled the mountain of padds on his desk.

His time sense told him that four hours had passed since he called Kirk's office. Finding himself uncharacteristically anxious, he pulled the information on Kirk's private comm from his case and directed the computer to connect him. His frustration increased when he received a pre-recorded image of Kirk advising anyone that contacted him to leave a vid and he would return his or her call later.

He did not attempt to hide his irritation when he left his message. "I wish to speak to you, Admiral, at your earliest convenience." Then he left his location at the Embassy quarters for Kirk to call him.

He retired to his quarters and stripped off his clothes. He reached into the closet and pulled out his meditation robe. As he put it on, he realized that he did not want to meditate this evening. He was tired of meditating. He felt that same nervous energy that he experienced in his office build within him. It felt as he were on the edge of a breakthrough but could not reach the one person that held the answers. Retrieving Spock's katra had become a driving force within him. He knew his feelings were hovering on the irrational, but that did not seem to matter right now. He paced the suite of rooms; often looking at the comm unit that was irritatingly quiet. Several hours later, Sarek noticed that it had become dark outside. He called Kirk's number once more and still, there was no answer. Sarek contacted Soran, who was alert and always at the ready where Sarek wancerncerned, and asked him to do the near impossible. He wanted to know Kirk's address and directions on accessing the residence. Soran nodded his understanding and assured Sarek he would contact him with the information.

Waiting for Soran to perform this latest task, Sarek attempted to contain his frustration. Since Spock's death, his emotions had been perilously close to the surface and he knew he had to control them better than he was. It was proving difficult as he was still not able to meditate as deeply as he wanted to.

In a short time, the comm sounded and it was Soran with the address. "It was difficult to obtain this, but to the best of my knowledge, this is where Admiral Kirk lives. Do you wish to go there now, Ambassador?" Soran had been his aide for more than twenty years and knew Sarek's moods well.

He decided to take matters into his own hands and seek Kirk out. "Yes, I desire to visit him this evening."

"I shall arrange for an air-car and driver. Do you wish that I accompany you?"

"No, Soren, it is not far. I shall walk. This I must do alone." Soran nodded his understanding and Sarek closed the call. He put on his heaviest clothing to ward off the chill of the night air and walked to where the Admiral lived. As he walked, his anger surfaced again. Sarek firmly pushed it back, determined not to be overwhelmed by it, or let it determine his actions.

When he arrived at the apartment building where Kirk lived, he hesitated. 'Do I have the right to intrude into this man's private home?' he thought. Then with steely resolution, he decided that for him, his son's katra was far more important than anyone's privacy, regardless of what he had been taught. And if Kirk had responded to any one of his numerous messages, he would not be forced into this action. He knew he was rationalizing but he didn't care.

Just as he was coming to the front door, a couple, walking arm in arm, was leaving. The man held the door open for Sarek who nodded and strode in. He went to the turbolift and punched in the number to Kirk's floor.

Standing outside the door to Kirk's apartment, he could hear other voices inside. With determination, he pushed the chime. Kirk opened the door and stared at him. Sarek realized he was apparently interrupting what seemed to be a party, but did not care. His mission was of paramount importance.

Kirk stood by the door as it whooshed open. When Sarek saw him after a full day of trying to contact him, his anger flared. He stepped inside without being invited and lowered his hood. "Sarek!" Kirk said.

He stood there, glaring at Kirk, trying to reestablish his controls. Then he noticed Uhura, Sulu and Chekov, all standing, staring at him. His eyes flicked back to Kirk

Kirk had secluded himself in his apartment since arriving back on Earth, unable to face the constant stream of reporters that wanted to know each retching detail. He was startled to see Sarek standing at his door as Kirk was unaware that he was on the planet. He stepped back so Sarek could enter. "Ambassador, I had no idea you were on Earth", he said. He motioned to hiewmeewmembers. "I believe you know my crew."

"I will speak to you alone, Kirk." He pushed past him, removing his cloak. He stood by the fireplace as Kirk's crew set their glasses down and filed out of the apartment, leaving them alone. He felt Kirk approach him.

"I wish to express my deepest sympathy..."

Sarek's anger flared again. "Spare me your human platitudes! I have been to your government, I have seen the Genesis information and your own report."

"Then you know how bravely your son met his death."

How could Kirk be so obtuse when he was carrying Spock's katra? Surely he must know that he has to come to Vulcan to fulfill his duties! And why did he not bring Spock's body back to them? " How could you leave him on Genesis! Spock trusted you and you denied him his future."

At his words, Kirk looked totally confused. Had Sarek finally snapped? What was he talking about? Spock was dead. "I saw no future." Sarek was as animated as Kirk had ever seen him. He was...emotional! Very emotional for a Vulcan.

"Only his body was in death, Kirk, and you were the last to be with him."

"Yes, I was."

"Then you must have known that you should have come with him to Vulcan."

Kirk was still confused by this entire conversation. He decided a direct question would be the best course of action. "But why?"

Sarek wondered if Kirk was really this dense. Or had he made a mistake? "Because he asked you to! He entrusted you ...with his very essence, with everything that was not of the body. He asked you to bring him to us, and to bring that which he gave you, his katra, his living spirit."

Kirk saw Sarek in a different light now. He was not Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan, but a grieving father who seemed to be grasping at any straw he could find. How could he have Spock's katra? How do you take a soul back to Vulcan? "Sir. Your son meant more to me than you can know. I'd have given my life if it would have saved his. Believe me when I tell you he made no request of me."

"He would not have spoken of it openly."

Kirk spread his hands and regarded Sarek with sympathy. "Then how...?"

"Kirk. st hst have your thoughts. May I join your mind?" Sarek knew that he needed a direct meld to find, and possibly retrieve, Spock's katra. Only then could he either conclude his search, or move on to where Kirk's thoughts would lead him.

"Of course."

They moved to the sofa and Sarek prepared himself. The only human he had melded with was Amanda and he braced himself for Kirk's mind. His fingers found the contact points.

Images swirled into Sarek's mind; Spock smiling broadly in Sickbay, Spock hugging Kirk hard in what looked to be an ancient Terran city, a scene from Earth's "wild west", Spock at his station on the bridge. There were so many! He could feel the love that Kirk had for his son. A love that almost was a strong as his love for Amanda. But Sarek was there for a specific purpose. He let Kirk's thoughts and feelings flow past him as he tried to sense Spock's presence. He probed into Kirk's more recent thoughts and found his memories of his son's death. Together, they relived Spock's last moments.

Sarek broke off the meld and sagged. His sense of loss and despair almost overwhelmed him. "Forgive me," he said softly. "It is not here. I had assumed he mind-melded with you. It is the Vulcan way when the body's end is near."

"We were separate. He couldn't touch me." Kirk looked exhausted.

"I see. Then everything that he knew, everything that he was...is lost." Sarek felt all of his 117 years when he stood up to leave. He had failed. His son was truly gone and there was nothing he could do to change that. He picked up his cloak and started for the door, his heart heavy.

"Please wait," Kirk said softly.

Sarek turned to face him. Kirk stood. "He would have found a way," he said as if saying it to himself. "If there were so much at stake, Spock would have found a way," Kirk said, his voice growing stronger with every word.

A small flicker of hope seated itself inside Sarek. "Yes. But how?"

"What if he melded with someone else?"

Sarek slowly raised an eyebrow at Kirk's words. Was it possible?

Sarek watched with a glimmer of amazement as Kirk bypassed normal channels and obtained permission for both of them to view the engineering visual logs. They arrived at Star Fleet Headquarters and went to a private viewing area. Finally, Kirk brought the logs up on the computer. When Sarek saw his son's burnt face for the first time, it struck him like a blow and his heart ached in his side. Oh, how he must have suffered! He was glad that Amanda was not here to see this, and he erected impermeable mental blocks around the image so she never would see it in his mind. He steeled himself to watch them as Kirk viewed and re-wound the tape. They both leaned forward slightly when they saw Spock nerve-pinch and meld with the doctor.

"McCoy!" Kirk exclaimed.

"One alive, one not. Yet both in pain."

"What must I do?" Kirk asked, turning to face Sarek.

"You must return them to Mt. Seleya, on Vulcan. Only there, can both find peace."

"What you ask...is difficult," Kirk said, turning back to the visual log viewer where the image of Spock and McCoy was frozen onscreen.

"You will find a way, Kirk. If you honour them both, you must." Sarek hoped his voice conveyed the gravity of the situation.

"I will. I swear," Kirk said softly, staring at the image of Spock melding with McCoy.

Sarek told him that if he needed any assistance with anything, to let him know. He gave Kirk his private comm number and told him to call him any time, night or day. "Please keep me informed as to what you are doing. Perhaps I can, what is the expression, run interference for you."

"I appreciate it, Sarek. I may need that assistance before this is over." Kirk looked at him ruefully.

Sarek looked at him, certain that a plan was already in the works. He left for the Embassy and his bed. The meld tired him more than he wanted to accept. He was not sure that Kirk, even with his reputation, could do what he asked, but if anyone could, it was the Admiral and his crew.

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Two days later, Sarek was sitting at his desk having just finished talking to Amanda. His private comm unit sounded and he answered it immediately. "Sarek here."

It was James Kirk. "Ambassador, I'm glad you're in. I have a favour to ask of you. This evening, Commander Uhura will be asking for asylum at your Embassy. Can I assume she has it?"

"Of course. When can I expect her?"

Kirk told him of the plan to steal the Enterprise and that Uhura would be beaming over to the Embassy at 1900 hours or shortly thereafter.

"We will be ready. These are the coordinates she can use. Once she arrives safely, we will both return to Vulcan to wait for you." Sarek relayed the coordinates, then signed off. He called Soran in to brief him on what was going to happen, then called Amanda again to tell her to prepare for their arrival.


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Sarek stood at the comm unit in his study in Shi'kahr, stunned. Kirk had just told him that his son was alive! Spock was alive! While Sarek's face remained impassive, he sent incredible joy through the bond to the woman he loved. Amanda's confusion came back to him, and told him where she was.

Sarek quickly went to their bedroom and Amanda met him at ther. r. "What is it, Sarek? Have you heard any news from James?"

"He just contacted me and told me that Spock's body was found alive on the Genesis planet. His mind is a void, but his body lives, Amanda." The corners of his mouth curved in a slight smile and his eyes sparkled as he told her the news.

"Oh Sarek! Our son is alive!" She threw her arms around him and hugged him hard.

Sarek's arms wrapped around his diminutive wife and hugged her back. Her scent wafted to his nostrils as he buried his face in her hair. He stroked her back, pulling her closer to him, her joy washing over them both.

Amanda looked up at him, grabbed his face, and pulled it down so she could capture his mouth in a passionate kiss.

Sarek responded to her kiss, their tongues intertwining and exploring each other's mouths. It had been so long, Sarek thought. He picked her up and laid her down on the bed, kissing her neck and throat. He could feel his arousal pushing against his trousers, demanding freedom. He lay down beside his wife, pressing his groin against her leg. He hoped that this time, Amanda would accept his desires.

Amanda's eyes flew open and regarded him lovingly. "Oh Sarek, this has been such an awful time for me, for us. I have treated you so horribly lately. Can you accept my apology?"

"Of course, my wife. Can you accept my...desires without guilt?"

"Yes," she said firmly. Amanda's eyes grew dark with passion as she watched her husband of 41 years kneel on the bed and undo the clasp of his pants. He slid his hands under the waistband and slowly, sensuously lowered them down until his cock sprang free. Sarek sat on the bed and removed his trousers with a single tug.

As Sarek watched, she pulled her dress off her shoulders and pulled it down just so her breasts were free from the material. Sarek's eyes darkened with desire and he cupped a breast. His thumb flicked over rdenrdened nipple, causing Amanda to gasp softly. She removed the dress and tossed it toward the end of the bed, then lay back down, her arms over her head, stretching like a lazy cat.

Sarek lay beside his wife. He took the closest nipple into his mouth and suckled. Amanda's back arched up to give him better access to her. His hand roamed over her other breast, and down her flat belly to the thatch of light brown hair between her legs. He cupped her sex, and rubbed the palm of his large hand over her swollen nub. Amanda's legs parted as she thrust into his hand. He slipped a finger into her wetness, sliding it in and out. Amanda moaned, and grabbed for Sarek's cock, pumping him firmly. "Oh Sarek, it's been so long," she moaned, thrusting against his finger. "I want you inside me. Please!"

Sarek pulled himself free of her grasp and knelt between her parted legs. He took hold of his penis and situated the head at her warm opening. He slowly pushed himself into her.

"Oh yes...!" Amanda wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her with every thrust. Sarek's balls slapped against her ass every time he plunged into her.

Amanda tossed her head and pinched Sarek's nipples, spurring him on. Sarek felt an electric current running from his nipples to his cock, stiffening it even further. His thrusts became faster and more erratic. Suddenly, Amanda's vaginal muscles gripped his penis hard with her orgasm. The sudden clenching caused Sarek to shoot his seed deep within her. He thrust once, then again as her muscles milked him of his very essence. He collapsed on the bed beside her, his softening sex slipping out of her.

"We had better inform Commander Uhura of Kirk's message, my wife." Sarek started to sit up, but Amanda pulled him back down.

"Not yet. A few more minutes won't make any difference, will it?" Amanda pulled his head down for another kiss and Sarek succumbed to her wishes.


End Part 2