Lunch with the Ambassador - Spock and Sarek

Spock knew the way to the restaurant. It was his mother’s favorite in San Francisco, and had to force himself not to rush through his morning classes to get their early to wait for her. He would be on time, which for Spock meant 10 minutes earlier, more than that would be rude as his mother had a tendency to become distracted and was frequently slightly late. She was always sorry, and he felt awkward telling her the truth of how long he had waited. So it was much better to not wait long enough to embarrass her.

He was dressed in his instructor’s black uniform. It was crisp and fit perfectly, and it was quite a change from his red cadet’s uniform. He knew his mother would be thrilled to see him in black. He had worked hard to move up the ranks and positions in Starfleet, because the alternative was unthinkable, and he wanted her to be proud of him.

The hostess took him to their usual table, where Amanda could watch the ferry come into port at the Embarcadero. She was not there yet, but he left her seat for her, taking one where he could watch the people coming into the restaurant. Spock liked to people watch. He found them fascinating. A message came over his communicator, Amanda was running late. He was not surprised. His attention was drawn toward the door where he saw Sarek’s familiar face.

“Father,” he said, rising to his feet when the Ambassador was brought to the table. “Mother did not tell me that you were joining us for lunch.” 

Let's learn this healing thing...

Sarek had admit that his new living situation made him incredibly happy, he was feeling much more at ease than he had in ages and his school work had improved because of it.  While his mother’s parents hadn’t approved of the change, they allowed it to happen, as the logic behind his reasoning was sound.  He found himself enjoying his time with lady Amanda, she was loving and caring in a way that reminded him of his mother, and he was learning a great deal from her and the ambassador. 

Things had been going fairly well overall, until Vulcan received one of its rare, but violent rainstorms.  That seemed to shake things up enough that Sarek’s allergies, while usually well controlled given Vulcan’s normal climate, were now a nightmare.  As he was unable to perform a healing trance, he had grown used to function while not feeling well, and he was relatively good at hiding it from others, so for the first week or so, there was no sign that he was miserable, but at some point, his condition switched from being uncomfortable to being genuinely worrisome.

Still, used to hiding his problems, Sarek said nothing about his severe sinus pain and his elevated body temperature and hid it until one of his instructors got a good look at him and insisted he be sent home.  The school was aware of his recent change in residence, so they contacted the ambassador, and Sarek waited, leaning against the wall, finally giving in to how miserable he was feeling and letting his face rest against the wall, finding some comfort in the cool stone against his burning face.

When the Ambassador arrived, Sarek pulled away from the wall and looked down, “I’m sorry for interrupting your work, sir, but they insisted I be sent home.”