A few tips of the hat here. To Selek and T'Lea, for their "Sarek's Flitter" story (which I loved!), I will borrow the idea of Sarek's precious child (I mean the flitter, not Spock ,<g>) here briefly. To Saidicam, for her wonderful "In My Dreams" tale, which inspired me to have Sarek a bit more forgiving and understanding of his son, especially after what happened at Babel. To Trish, for her concept of the soulbonded Vah'ren, in "Bondings." To JM Lane for the loving Spock she portrayed in "Stolen Promises," who helped me give Spock a more human side. And to Jacqueline B. of course, without whose brownies my whole millipede-legged saga would never have gotten written.

Legalese stuff, ever the lawyer I am: Copyright 2006 Mistress V, permission to archive at TrekTales, all others need only ask. I do not own the copyright. I am only playing with the characters in my own little world. I will return them safely. Rated NC17.

Day by Day

Mistress V

Sunday 07:00 Enterprise

"Christine," Spock whispered in her ear.

"Whazzax," she mumbled sleepily against his shoulder. They had been up until nearly 4 am pursuing their mutual romantic interest. "Too 'rly. Go'way." She tried to burrow into him further. "Tn' mor minnes..."

"It is 07:00, so it is not early."

He was maddeningly, logically persistent. Christine groaned as she realized the tendrils of sleep she had been desperate to hold on to had vaporized. Spock had succeeded in waking her at 7 am, and it was a Sunday, their day off. Damn his Vulcan internal chronometer anyway.

"Okay," she said, though she steadfastly refused to open her eyes. "What's so almightily important that you had to interrupt a good dream?" He did not answer immediately, always a bad sign. The she felt him grab her hips and pull her into a sitting position astride him. Her eyes flew open as she looked down at his amused expression ... and his very evident arousal.

"I believe this is what you call a waking dream, is it not?" The amused expression became a sensual smile, which she always reveled in seeing.

"Yes, I think so," she replied, leaning down to snuggle against his chest. Then realization hit her. "We have to get up, there's so much to do, what time does the shuttle arrive...?" She struggled to clamber off of him, but his arms held her fast.

"Hush," he said, placing a finger across her lips. "We have plenty of time, that is why I elected to waken you now. We can rest on the shuttle, but we most certainly cannot do this, can we? It is, after all, a diplomatic transport."

"No, of course not..." Although they had become a member of the Shuttle Club on one of Enterprise's shuttles a few weeks back. "And we'll be at your parent's house this week, so any hanky-panky is out of the question."

"Why do you and your superior insist on using that archaic phrase? It sounds as though you are referring to Terran women's handkerchiefs." He chuckled as his hand tweaked one of her breasts into hardness. "I am certain our parents will have us both staying in the spare room until the ceremony. So it would seem logical we would be expected to … indulge ... would it not? They are aware we reside together, after all."

"Spock, it's the old 'Not In Our House' rule. Parents are quick to say to unwedded couples, 'You can get all the nookie you want, but not in our house.'" She nibbled at the hair on his chest, a sensation that both of them liked immensely.

"My parents would not say something so hypocritically illogical. And what is 'nookie' anyway?" He was being stubborn and thoroughly enjoying the moment.

"This," she replied as she sheathed him in a quick, easy motion.

"I see."

12:00 Shuttle Bay

The shuttle had arrived and a young Vulcan stepped onto the deck. He walked over to Jim Kirk and gave the Vulcan salute.

"Captain Kirk, I am Ambassador Sarek's personal aide for your journey. My name is Selak, and I am here to assist you with anything you may need."

"Welcome to the Enterprise, Selak, and we are most grateful for use of the Ambassador's transport. These containers need to be loaded aboard, then I guess we'll be ready to go."

"I have the agricultural certificates," Ensign Pauulu said, handing the Vulcan a PADD, which he scrolled through with interest.

"Hmmm, avocados, tomatoes, onions, mushrooms, habanero peppers, limes, pineapple, what an interesting cargo." He glanced up at Pauulu. "What time is endmeal?"

Pauulu looked blank.

"He means dinner, Mr. Pauulu," Spock replied. He addressed the assistant pleasantly. "I gather our experimental agricultural program interests you?"

Selak nodded. "Yes, it is always fascinating to see what can be produced in space. This is a very fine example of your program. I see no problem with the agricultural certificates, so the containers may be beamed directly to the Ambassador's residence once we clear Vulcan Space Central."

McCoy leaned into speak quietly to Kirk, away from Vulcan ears. "Jim, did that Vulcan just make a joke?" he asked.

Kirk shrugged. "He's in the diplomatic service, they always have a little more offworld demeanor in them, I guess. All that contact with non-Vulcans."

Selak turned to Kirk. "There has been a slight change in plans, gentlemen. You will not be required to return via shuttle to your ship this evening. As it transpires, the supply cruiser VSS Shi-Kahr will be leaving for the science station tomorrow morning at 07:00, and you can be transported on it to rendezvous with Enterprise later that morning. So you shall be staying this evening at the Tav'Sal'Nava as the Ambassador's guests. Does this meet with your approval?"

"That will be fine, Selak," Kirk replied. "I will just go notify my commander." He and McCoy headed out the doors just as Christine was entering the bay with Kala and Nyota.

"Jim, a night on Vulcan?" McCoy was saying. "I'd rather come back to the ship!"

"Vulcan's changed a bit, Bones, since the last time we were there," Kirk said as they entered the turbolift.

Selak and Spock turned to the female group that was heading towards them, chattering amicably. They stopped short of the two Vulcans and introductions were made.

Kala handed a garment bag to Christine. "Here it is, Chris, take good care of it!" she said, giving her friend a hug.

"I will," Christine replied, holding the item carefully. "Kala, I don't know how to thank you."

"Just look fabulous in it for me, okay?" Kala said.

"So you and Nyota will beam down to Vulcan early Thursday morning, for the quick rehearsal, then Lady Amanda is taking us to the new Deltan Day Spa in Shi-Kahr. And then it's dinner at their home, before you have to take me back to the Enterprise." Christine repeated the plans for the hundredth time that morning.

"Yes, Chris," Kala and Nyota said good-naturedly in unison. Christine was so busy talking to her friends that she did not see the look pass between them and her fiance.

The shuttle bay doors whooshed open once more and Kirk, McCoy and Engineer Scott entered.

"Well, it's time we got the show on the road," Kirk said to his Chief Engineer. "Mind the store well, will you, Scotty?"

"It will be my pleasure, sir. I shall see you and the Doctor tomorrow morning, then."

"He rather likes metaphors, does he not?" Selak remarked to Spock.

"Indeed, he does."

"Commander, your mother sent this PADD for you to read on the journey," Selak said as he handed the item to Spock.

Final good byes were made and the passengers entered the shuttle. It was almost the last time Christine would be on the ship as a single woman. The thought pleased her mostly, but the usual butterflies were there. She shooed them away.

12:30 Christine's Quarters

"I feel like a thief!" Kala said.

"Kala, thieves take things away, not bring them in," Nyota replied. She glanced past the boxes stacked in every available space. "He said on her pillow, so on her pillow it goes."

Kala regarded the object. "I never thought Spock was this creative," she remarked, handing it and the card to Nyota, who arranged both on the pillow, as instructed. "I wonder what's in it?"

"We'll find out Thursday night, you can bet!" Nyota said with a grin.

"That's for sure! Let's go rollerblade, gotta keep toned up so we look fabulous on Friday!"

"It won't be the same without Chris, but yes, that's a great idea. Then we can check with Cookie about how the food is coming along for the reception here. I'm sure he'll want to see about what the special guests will be preferring to eat."

"Speaking of food, did you talk to Pauulu?" Kala asked.

Nyota's grin turned sly. "I sure did. He's all for the idea, thinks it's wonderful. So we'll be meeting with Cookie in the galley on Wednesday evening. Pauulu's offered to help."

"That'll be an interesting night," Kala said as they left the cabin and re-engaged the security lock. "I just hope he doesn't drag Tex along."

"Trouble in paradise?"

Kala blushed. "Are you kidding? If he showed up, we wouldn't get any work done at all...at least he and I wouldn't..."

14:00 En Route to Vulcan

Spock was reading through the PADD his mother had sent him, one eyebrow raised in surprise. He glanced over at Christine, who was dozing. Kirk and McCoy were busy working on reports for the visit to the joint science station the next day.

"So you see, Spock, things on Vulcan are just a little bit different now, even since you last were her. Granted, you had just come from Gol, so you might not have noticed this, but I wanted to make sure you and Christine were not too surprised.

Vulcan is still the same, and will always be Vulcan, but foreigners are tolerated much more now, and there is a sizable population of them in Shi-Kahr . Offworld culture and sport has touched our society in a positive way these past years. And there is a great renewed interest in traditional Vulcan music, drama, fashion and literature, particularly from the younger generation. Do feel free to hold hands with your fiance if you want to. You will see a few Vulcans doing so, and it is no longer frowned upon.

I look forward to seeing you and Christine very soon!"

Spock was surprised, but not shocked, at the message. From what he had been reading of life on modern Vulcan, he realized that the society he knew as a child had taken a small step into the new century, and the results had been positive. This would be a most fascinating trip for himself and Christine.

15:30 Vulcan Space Central

"You're all cleared to go," Selak said when he returned to the shuttle. "I will have your bags beamed directly to your rooms at the hotel, Captain, Doctor. The rest will go to the Ambassador's home. I shall see you, no doubt, during the week."

"Thank you again, Selak," Kirk replied. "You have been most helpful."

"We shall meet you at the Terran Ambassador's residence at 18:00, as planned, Jim," Spock said.

"Affirmative, Spock, see you then."

They headed to the transporter station.

"Here we go," Spock said, as he offered Christine his arm, which she accepted. "Onward and upward, as they say."

*I love you,* he finished through their link.

*You too.*

16:00 Ambassador Sarek's Residence

"Welcome, children," Amanda said.

"Thank you, mother," Spock replied.

"Thank you, Lady Amanda," Christine added.

Amanda gave her an amused look. "It is Amanda, Christine, I told you that."

"Spock, Christine, welcome," Ambassador Sarek said as he entered the hallway. "Forgive my tardiness, but diplomatic issues arise at all times, and I was just detained on a call. I trust you had a pleasant journey?"

"We did, Father, Selak was most helpful."

"That one will go far in the Diplomatic Service, I think," Sarek offered. "He will also assist Ambassador Kl'o'rox's aide with your guests from Qo'noS. Apparently, he has a very good rapport with offworld visitors, and makes them feel quite at ease here."

"A good trait in a diplomat," Spock observed, glad that they had a more open line of communication now.

"And Christine, are you well? Did you find the journey to your liking?"

"I did, sir, the shuttle was most comfortable. Thank you for providing it."

Sarek gave her the special expression she had seen on the Enterprise a few times. "It was only logical to send it for you, as the journey time is much less. And it is Sarek when we are in an informal situation, remember?"

Christine allowed a small smile to creep onto her face. "Yes, Sarek, I remember."

"Have you been continuing with your ice skating?" he asked pleasantly.

She nodded, recalling their unintentionally hilarious meeting on the holodeck. "Yes, regularly."

"Christine is adept at both land and ice skating, Father. I join her quite often in both activities." Spock said. "It is logical to keep healthy by the pursuit of sport."

"So young Stark says to me each time we meet," Sarek agreed. "He is a most remarkable young man."

"Sarek, we cannot thank you enough for arranging to have the reception for our shipmates at his sports facility," Christine said gratefully. "It's the prefect venue. How did you manage it?"

"Logically, of course," Sarek replied.

Amanda laughed at his remark.

"You find this amusing, my wife?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Forgive him," Amanda said. "It's a very old pattern between us. Everything is logical with Sarek."

"As it should be, my wife." Sarek always got the last word.

Spock was a bit taken aback at this open expression of affection between his parents. Well, it was as close to affection as a full Vulcan could show, especially one so strict in his adherence of Surak's teachings. He wondered what else the week would hold.

"As I was saying," Sarek continued, "young Stark was in need of a 'dress rehearsal' so to speak, for his facility opening. One with many different cultures in attendance. What better group than your shipmates? You shall hear more of the details later. But for now, my wife will get you settled, while I conclude this issue which has arisen. We shall leave for the reception at 17:30, if that is amenable?"

Spock and Christine both nodded their assent.

"Let's get you to your room," Amanda said. "There's plenty of time for you to shower and get changed." She headed down the hall.

Christine and Spock traded a glance.

"Here you are, this is the guest room," Amanda said as she opened the door.

"Thank you, Amanda, I am certain I shall find it very comfortable," Christine told her as she took her things inside. She looked around. "It's beautiful, thank you for your hospitality." She closed the door behind her.

Amanda looked at her son, confused. "Spock?" she asked.

"I surmise I shall be sleeping in my old room, Mother?" he replied as he picked up his bag and walked across the hall to another door, which he opened. "It still looks the same, I cannot believe it has been so long."

"Yes, well, I must start getting ready myself, so I'll see you later," Amanda said to herself as she hurried towards the master bedroom.

Christine was unpacking when a knock came at her door. "Come in?" she asked.

Spock entered, shutting the door behind him. In one quick stride he had her in his arms, his mouth on hers.

"SPOCK!" Christine whispered as she tried to duck out of his embrace. "This is your parent's home, stop that!"

He raised both eyebrows but did not release her. His hand stroked her hip. "As I told you, we are expected to share the same sleeping quarters, so is it not logical to expect that I may be permitted to kiss you here as well?"

"You don't understand, it's, well, it's just not nice for the bride to be to disrespect her fiance's parents." She struggled for the right way to explain this archaic custom, but failed.

"I do not understand you Terrans, Christine," he replied, caressing her backside as he pulled her against him. "But I love you just the same. Can we not share your room?"

She shook her head. "No, it's not proper. We're not married. And this is not the Enterprise. This is you parent's home, and we are their guests."

"As you wish," he said. "So I gather I am to do without 'nookie' as you call it for the next five solar days?" His tone was sad. "And the pleasure I get from holding you close when I sleep?"

"That's about the picture," she replied. "Now, sit. You need your anti-warp-lag hypospray, or else you'll be sleeping in your canapes. Shirtsleeve up, please."

Spock obliged, obediently rolling up his uniform tunic as she got her medikit. Christine was just about to inject him when there came a knock at the door.

"Come in?" she said.

Sarek entered the room. He looked a surprised at the scene presented to him.

"Sarek, hello," Christine told him. "I'm just giving Spock an anti-warp-lag hypospray, so he won't have any ill effects from the time difference."

"Ah, yes, I find that to be a helpful way to adjust to travel," Sarek replied.

"Father, is something amiss?" Spock asked.

"No, I was just checking to see that your rooms are adequate to your needs?"

"They are," Christine said, "right Spock?"

Spock assented. "Most comfortable, father, though I did find myself thinking of I-Chaya as I viewed my old room."

Sarek turned to leave. " Yes, I-Chaya was much a part of this household. Well, I shall see you in a bit, then."

"Now OUT!" Christine said when he was gone. "I have to get cleaned up and dressed for this shindig we have to attend."

"I could join you," Spock tried one last attempt. "I stayed in this room the last time I visited, the shower is more than adequate."

Christine pointed at the door.

* * *

"Well?" Amanda asked when Sarek returned.

"She was giving him an anti-warp hypospray, Aduna. And no, they are not going to share the same quarters." He shook his head as he headed to change in his dressing room. "I do not understand their illogic. They reside together. Why would they think they have to pretend otherwise here?"

Amanda slid an arm around her husband's waist. "It's as I thought, my love. The old 'Not In Our House' rule. Christine thinks she has to obey it, even though we know otherwise. But what can we do? It would not be logical to just say, 'It's ok for you to sleep together here.' I do admire Christine for her principles, but ... I wish I could communicate to her it's ok to be in love with my son somehow..."

Sarek gave her an amused glance. It was clear he knew the meaning of the term. "What do you propose we do?" he replied.

"I would say give it a few days. One or the other of them will, as we say, reach the end of their rope. I could see it in Spock's face. He is not pleased with the arrangement."

"And it is quite clear who wears the trousers in their relationship," Sarek remarked as he gave his wife a kiss on her forehead. "But now we must prepare for the reception, Aduna."

"Which trousers should I wear this evening, Sarek?" Amanda said with an impish grin on her face.

* * *

"Where is the staff car, Sarek?" Amanda asked as they left the house.

Christine braced herself for the heat, which was similar to what she had experienced on Fuega. Thankfully, the injection she had taken contained ingredients to lessen the effect of the local climate.

"I thought we'd take the flitter," Sarek replied, hitting the remote for the spaceport door.

"Sarek, it hasn't been cleaned this week," Amanda said. "Selak is picking it up tomorrow."

He turned. "I meant mine."

"Yours?" Spock nearly choked.

"Yes, why not? It is a special occasion, why not take it? The vehicle hardly ever gets any use, I am offworld so regularly." He headed towards the cherry red vintage flitter, which had pride of place in the garage.

Even Christine was surprised. She and Spock had discussed his father's pride and joy one day, but never had she suspected she'd get to ride in it. And here it came, purring smoothly, with Sarek at the controls.

"Christine, since this is your first visit, and the sunsets are quite spectacular, why not sit in the front with me?" Sarek offered. Christine threw a surprised glance over her shoulder and was met with two raised eyebrows and one amused smile.

"Is Father feeling well?" Spock said to his mother as they moved to the back door.

"He's just pleased with the turn of events, my son," she replied. "Trust me."

18:45 Terran Ambassador's Residence, Shi-Kahr

"So are you settled in all right?" McCoy asked Christine as they sat on the terrace.

She sipped her wine, which was local vintage and quite smooth. "Yes, Len, everything's on track."

"I know you might find this hard to believe, but I kind of always thought you two might end up together."

Christine snickered. "Len, you slay me. Sure you did."

"No, Chris, I'm serious. When he and Sarek were in sickbay during that Babel mess, I could see how Spock watched you. His folks did too. Amanda even commented on it. But she said that Spock was stubborn, like his father, and to give it time." He tasted the bourbon and branch which the Ambassador was rumored to favor. "This is good stuff!"

"Thanks, Len. At least someone believed in us. I almost gave up myself. " She changed the subject, curious. "So how's the hotel?"

"It's amazing, Chris," he replied. "You wouldn't even know you were on Vulcan. Every conceivable race is staying there, and there are loads of guest workers from all over the Federation, too, as well as very polite and tolerant Vulcans in many posts. This place sure has changed from our last visit."

"That wasn't the greatest," Christine reminded him, inwardly cringing at the memory of Spock's failed attempt at marriage.

"Sorry, Chris, my bad. The whole diplomatic compound is remarkable. Have Spock take you for a walk there, it's something to see. In fact, Jim and I are headed to a little club later he knows about, Delta's Dawn. So I'll tell you all about it when we get here for real next week. And from what I saw of Shi-Kahr itself, well, it looks the same and it feels the same, but the energy's different."

"How so?" Christine had never been to Vulcan before.

"It's just less somber, more positive. I can't explain it any other way. Speaking of Vulcans," he said as Spock joined them.

"Yes, Doctor, what about Vulcans?" Spock asked.

"I was just telling Chris how many interesting Vulcans we've already met today."

Spock raised an eyebrow. "Indeed. Well, yes, there are many. Now if you are through monopolizing my fiancee, I need to introduce her to someone." He held out a hand and helped Christine get up, then took her arm.

"I wasn't monopolizing her, Spock, we were looking at the shooting stars. There are lots of them. Maybe you should take her out to watch a few."

"I shall take your suggestion under advisement, Doctor, as always," Spock replied as they moved inside.

"Now who do I have to meet?" Christine whispered. "I can't keep track of all these names."

"Trust me, T'hyla, not this one." He indicated a figure so familiar that anyone in the quadrant, and quite possibly the galaxy, would have known him in an instant. "Christine, may I present Stark? Stark, this is my fiancee, Dr. Christine Chapel."

"A pleasure, Doctor," Stark said as he extended his hand for a Terran handshake.

"It's Christine, Stark, and I'm pleased to meet you too."

Sunday 20:30 Sports Complex, Shi'Kar

"This is quite the facility," Kirk remarked as they left the halfpipe area. "Stark, I am very impressed. I ski whenever I can, and this snow is as close to the real thing as I've seen yet."

Stark smiled. "It took years of technology, but decent artificial snow is finally able to be produced. A real boon to winter sports enthusiasts everywhere. Of course, the capability doesn't come cheap, but in time, it should become more available. Until then, facilities like this one will help bring the experience to a whole new group of participants."

"Are there plans for more facilities?" Christine asked

"Yes, eventually. But for now, we'll concentrate on this one. I do plan to open a training facility at Lake Tahoe, though, one that will rely on real snow." Stark guided them through the climate controlled exit chamber into the recreation and leisure part of the complex.

Christine and Spock stopped to admire the large wall of framed holoimages. Selek and T'Lea, the ice dance silver medalists at Polaris, who, despite the prior costume scandal, had taken the InterGalactic Skating Union Championships the following month with a more toned-down, graceful program. T'Lara, the ice sailor, who had won a bronze at Polaris. The two-time gold medal curling team. T'Shaq, the Vulcan forward of the New York Galaxy. The great distance runner Solol.

"Vulcan has a had long history of sport," Sarek said behind them. "And now we compete in friendship with the rest of the galaxy. This is a good accomplishment, Stark, and I am certain there are more yet to come."

"Yes, sir, it is now Vulcan's time," Stark replied.

They entered the private luxury suite attached to Stark's office, which overlooked a large bar and dancefloor area. The adjoining room held old-fashioned games like pool, skittles, air hockey and foozball, which, Stark claimed, were beneficial in building an athlete's competitive skills. A full service restaurant and snack bar adjoined the games area.

"I must bid you a good evening," Sarek announced. "There is a meeting I must attend to, so we shall meet again Thursday morning as planned for a final run-through." He turned to Amanda. "The staff car will see you home, my wife." Then he turned to Spock and handed him the flitter keys. "Perhaps you and Christine would enjoy a scenic drive home. Take good care of her, my son," he said with a raised eyebrow.

Spock looked at the keys and back at his father, dumbstruck.

"Surely, my son, if you can pilot a shuttlecraft, or a starship, you would know how to handle my flitter?" Sarek asked.

Spock nodded, glad for the darkness of the room so his father could not see his ears flush. Yes, he could pilot a shuttlecraft quite well, even when...otherwise engaged. He shook his head slightly to focus his thoughts. "I shall endeavor to use great care, Father. Thank you."

"Spock, the flitter is not a child. She needs to be opened up a bit on the spaceway ... within reason, of course. I trust you will know what to do. Now, if you shall excuse us, we must go. Good evening to you all." And he and Amanda left the facility in swirl of colorful robes.

Stark came over with Kirk and McCoy in tow. "I was just explaining to the Doctor how the hill is monitored for safety according to the ability of the snowboarder," he said. "Anyone wanting to use the halfpipe who's snowboarded before will need to do a quick skills run so it can be determined what part of the pipe they will use. That way, injuries are kept to a minimum."

"A great idea," McCoy enthused. "Before we debugged the holodeck program, I must have had two dozen injuries from snowboarding alone. Everyone wanted to..." He stopped, embarrassed.

"It's ok, Doctor, I realize there are thousands of souls across the galaxy who want to be like me. That's why I built the safety features into the program." Stark glanced at Spock. "So anyone from your ship who wants to may snowboard. The halfpipe will be open, fully staffed, for at least four hours, more if needed. We have adequate boards and cold weather protective gear. The ice rink won't be ready yet, but if they return after we open officially, I'd be pleased if they gave the ice a test run for me too."

"So we'll meet with you on Thursday morning, Stark," Kirk said. "I'll bring our Chief of Security, anyone else?"

"Your karaoke person or dj if you have one?" Stark replied. "So they can do a soundcheck."

"That would be Lt. Riley," Spock stated. "He and Mr. Scott will be at the sound tables for the duration, with the house staff, as the more busy he is, the less likely he would be to get into mischief."

"One of those?" Stark laughed. "There's one at every competition. Smart move, my man. Oops, sorry, logical decision, Spock. No offense meant."

Spock regarded the champion. "Stark, I, too, have had to learn how to balance both halves of my whole. None taken."

"Well, that about wraps things up, Stark. We'll take our leave and see you Thursday. You say the exit backs into the diplomatic compound?" Kirk glanced out the back window, where the mall could clearly be seen.

"It does. We can discuss the logistics of where your crew is allowed to go when we meet later this week. It's a pretty much foolproof system. See you then!"

"We shall be leaving you too, then, Stark," Spock said, "and thank you for your hospitality."

"Actually, I was hoping I could ask Christine a favor." Stark reached into his Vulcan tunic (a tasteful deep blue suit, lightyears away from what he wore at the Iggys) and brought out a holodisc. "I'm hoping to do this song with my best Terran friend at the opening ceremony proper. But I'd love to do a dress rehearsal at your reception. Just after I give everyone the welcome. After you dance your first dance together, I think. Then I'd make a graceful exit and lurk."

Christine looked at Spock. "That would be fine, Stark," she said. "I presume it won't cause any intergalactic incident?"

Stark grinned, at ease with the couple. "Heck no, I had it checked out six ways to Sunday. Er...I meant...."

Spock cut him off with a half-turned corner of his mouth. "I believe we know what you meant, Stark, there is no need to repeat yourself." The atmosphere became decidedly more relaxed.

"Here's the song, do you know it?" Stark handed over the holo.

"Of course. It's great. Spock knows it well too." Christine turned the disc over in her hands, unaware of the look Spock gave the Vulcan.

"Are you up for a quick run through?" Stark asked.

Christine nodded. "Sure, why not? If Spock can be our critic, of course. He's judged a few karaoke nights on board, so he's qualified."

"Right. Let's get up on stage and give it a go."

* * *

22:00 The Mall

"Are ordinary Vulcans allowed in this complex?" Christine asked as she and Spock looked up at the diplomatic hotel's splendor.

"Of course, T'hyla. But in the evenings, access is more restricted because of security reasons, as at any diplomatic complex anywhere. Vulcan citizens regularly visit the restaurants here for an evening out, and much business is conducted over dinner as well."

"It's so beautiful, is the architecture Vulcan?"

"It is," Spock replied. "The style is early post-reform, similar to your neo-classical period on Terra. The local architects who designed the hotel were using the original plans kept in the archives at the Museum of Antiquities. Most of the embassies are similarly designed."

They stopped at the security checkpoint. "Good evening, Commander, Doctor," the Saurian said pleasantly. "Off for the evening?"

"We shall take a stroll up the mall, and then return for our transport," Spock told the guard.

"Fine, have a good evening, then."

* * *

Christine glanced at the Vulcan family walking slowly past them. The husband and wife were engaged in what looked like a pleasant conversation, with a youngster dragging after them. Two older children held PADDs in their hands as they walked.

Spock nodded a reply to their greeting. Then a computer generated voice was heard in the still desert air. "Zhaya abru," it said.

"What does that mean?" she asked when they were out of earshot.

"Game Over."

"What?" Christine said, not sure if she had heard correctly.

"The youths were playing a computer game. It ceased. That is the voice you heard." Spock's answer was matter of fact, as though nothing were out of the ordinary.

"Computer games? On Vulcan?" Christine was somewhat aghast.

"Did you Terrans think you invented the Game Boy?" Spock replied, giving her a half smile.

* * *

They stopped to regard a somber, quiet, half-circled monument of some type. Pillars were set at even distances in a half-parabola, carved of a native stone that shimmered by the light of the streetlamps. There was no writing of any kind, just a carved rendition of a starship with a single phrase under it on the ground beneath them.

"This is the Intrepid Memorial," Spock said softly.

"It's so sterile," Christine said honestly. "So bare."

"It was the request of those that built the memorial. They wished it to be so." Spock's fingers caressed her cheek. "I know it is not the same as the Hope Memorial in San Francisco."

Christine remembered the fountains, the plants, the plaques with every crew member's picture, and suddenly felt the differences in their cultures open up a vast chasm between them.

"Does no one come here? Does no one remember them?" Christine's voice did not hide her confusion.

"Yes, those that felt loss do come here, but it is not as on Terra. But I can tell you that Vulcan grieves with the families still."

Christine shivered. Spock, aware that no one was in the vicinity, wrapped his arms around her for a moment. "You are tired," he said. "Let us walk a bit more and then return home."

They walked further and then saw signs of gaiety, at least Vulcan gaiety. Fountains splashed, children played, grandmothers watched with a cautious eye, lovers strolled.

"What is this place?" Christine was astounded.

"The Botanical Gardens. My mother shall show it to you tomorrow, no doubt, on your way to the Old Town. Shi-Kahr comes here on pleasant nights to enjoy the breezes and the scenery."

"And to people-watch?" Christine couldn't resist the phrase.

"Yes, perhaps that too. Ah, there is the very thing I was hoping to find." He indicated the cart ahead of them.

"Ice cream?" Christine was even more astonished than before. "I thought Vulcans didn't touch their food, as a rule."

Spock gave her his special half-smile. "Ice cream is a well-received offworld import here. It is made of a substance similar to your tofu, with many pleasing varieties. Vulcans enjoy it regularly." He indicated a family wandering past them, whose toddler was obviously liking the frosty treat, as were his parents. "What would you like to try?"

"I honestly have no idea," Christine confessed. "Choose for me, will you?"

Spock gave his order to the vendor and swiftly returned with two cones. "I have selected a nut flavor, similar to your cashew, for you. Mine is the Vulcan equivalent of strawberry." He looked at Christine as she tried it. "Do you like the flavor?"

She closed her eyes as she savored the strange nutty taste. It was utterly delightful. "I do," she replied.

* * *

22:00 Delta's Dawn, Diplomatic Compound, Shi-Kahr

"This is the place, Bones," Kirk said as he indicated the unmarked door. "Number 45."

McCoy eyed the dark side street apprehensively. "Jim, it may be Vulcan, but I don't know about this..."

At that moment, the door opened to reveal a pretty Orion hostess, tastefully clad in a flowing Vulcan styled gown. "Gentlemen, welcome to Delta's Dawn. Please follow me."

"Orions on Vulcan? Am I dreaming?" Mc Coy asked Kirk.

"Money talks, Bones. Not all Orion women are slave girls, you must know that by now."

"Yes, but on Vulcan?" McCoy was aghast.

The hostess stopped for a moment and spoke into her earpiece. Then she turned to her companions. "If you would please accompany me?" she asked, indicating an elevator.

"When in Shi-Kahr , Bones..." Kirk said philosophically.

The lift disembarked them on a private-looking level. They followed their hostess to an unmarked door, which she opened and ushered them through, then she disappeared.

"Captain Kirk, Doctor McCoy, what a pleasant surprise," the deep voice of Ambassador Sarek greeted them. "May I present his excellency, Ambassador Kl'o'rox, of the Klingon Empire? We were just having a Saurian brandy to toast the upcoming nuptials. I saw you enter the club, and was hoping you might join us."

"It would be a pleasure, gentlemen," Kirk replied.

* * *

"So is this a kind of Vulcan Neutrality Area?" McCoy asked after the second round of brandies had been delivered. "I am rather surprised at how this evening turned out."

"It is a safe haven for those who need to conduct diplomatic business, yes," Ambassador Kl'o'rox replied, "but mostly, it is a place for all the galaxy's races to have a good evening's fun. Sundays are generally quiet, but on Fridays, the Ladies' Night is quite the talk of the compound."

Sarek neither confirmed nor denied the statement, but his upraised eyebrow indicated this was likely true.

"To galaxy-wide understanding." Sarek offered a toast.

"Kai Kassai!" added the Klingon.

Kirk and McCoy lifted their glasses. "To our health!" Kirk said.

Ambassador Kl'o'rox regarded his companions for a moment, then began to speak earnestly. "I am glad you happened to join us, gentlemen. Ambassador Sarek and I were just discussing something that I feel I must share with you."

Kirk glanced at Sarek, who nodded his assent.

The Klingon continued in a quiet voice. "My son recently attended a Kal Hy'ah on Qo'noS, where he chanced to meet a relative of the prospective groom who had only just returned from a 6 year journey on a merchant vessel. This vessel traveled far into the Beta Quadrant, and the young man met many interesting spacers in his journeys. Some who had been past the Beta Quadrant..."

Sarek, Kirk and McCoy listened intently as the Klingon spoke further.

"It seems there are forces beyond our homeworlds which makes the petty grievances our worlds drag out now and then pale into insignificance. He spoke of a people called the 'Baargh' and of an alliance called the 'Dominion', though nothing concrete is known of these peoples, only conjecture. But from what I have heard, they will pose a threat someday to both our worlds, so we must be on our guard."

"Vulcan has heard rumors of these beings as well," Sarek admitted, "but we dismissed them as spacer's tall tales. But with the Ambassador's confirmation, it would seem the threat is real. Far off, but nonetheless a threat someday."'

"Mr. Ambassador, thank you for your honesty. Ambassador Sarek and I shall endeavor to deliver your warning to Starfleet," Kirk said, awed by the Klingon's downright honesty. Perhaps the Orions had been correct, after all.

"K'adlo, Captain Kirk," the Klingon replied. "Now, let us not talk of such things when a happy occasion is upon us. We shall have final toast to the bride and groom, then we must take our leave, let our wives wonder what we have been up to this night."

"Indeed," Sarek conceded.

* * *

24:00 Ambassador Sarek's Residence

"Hello, Sarek, how is old Kl'o'rox, then?" Amanda asked as her husband entered the house.

"He is well, my wife. I am surprised to see the flitter here already, where are Spock and Christine?"

"Asleep in their separate bedrooms," Amanda sighed. "Though Spock admitted they had walked in the mall and had an ice cream before they came home."

"Ice cream? Are we dealing with adolescents? Could they have possibly have had some type of disagreement, perhaps they are having doubts about the bonding?" Sarek let concern creep into his voice.

"Not at all, my husband. They are simply fatigued. When they entered the house, they were holding hands. And I saw them kiss goodnight in the hall, more than you and I would ever have dared before we were engaged."

Sarek relaxed as he sat next to his wife on the living room sofa. "I am sorry to worry so, but when I remember the first marriage attempt..."

"Sarek, that's as old as the first Martian landing," Amanda laughed. "These two may be a little unconventional a couple, but trust me, it's for real." She rose and held out her hands to her husband.

"I never did quite understand your Terran expressions, my wife, but this one seems most logical," Sarek admitted as he embraced Amanda.

"Come to bed, beloved. It is late and we have busy schedules tomorrow."

"Not perhaps that late," Sarek said with a smile.

* * *

Monday

The predawn stillness was wrapped around Shi-Kahr as Kirk and McCoy entered the hotel's transporter station, ready to beam aboard the Vulcan cruiser which would take them to an Enterprise rendezvous.

"Jim, did we really have drinks with the Klingon Ambassador and Sarek last night?" McCoy asked his friend.

"Yes, Bones, we did. An interesting discussion, don't you think?"

McCoy shook his head as if trying to bring the image into focus. "He's not a bad old guy, really."

"Sarek? He's not that old." Kirk gave his CMO a grin."But you're right, Kl'o'rox is probably used to the diplomatic game after all these years. It was the same in our own history. Despite all the muscle-flexing and trash talking, most governments really don't want war unless it's absolutely necessary. Especially diplomats, look at the perks they get. By the way, what did you learn about Sylvie? I saw you talking to her."

"I still can't get over the fact that an Orion women would be working on Vulcan." McCoy's expression was one of disbelief. "Her parents live in the Rigellian system, dad's a spacecraft engineer, mom's a caterer of some kind. Can you believe, she's working for the summer to earn money for university? This is her second summer here, studies art history back home. She said the tips she makes at Delta's as a hostess are more than she'd get in a whole year there. Reminded me a bit of Joanna, tending bar on the Gulf Coast in the summers, making her school dough."

"Well, Bones, the Vulcans apparently have a very simple code of ethics in the diplomatic compound, don't touch the guest workers. Anywhere else, she'd be fair game. Here, she's just another kid working her way through college. I've got to hand it to them. Of course the Syndicate isn't what it used to be, either, so free Orion women are a little more common in the galaxy."

"Gentlemen, we are ready," came the voice.

"Energize," Kirk replied.

* * *

The Vulcan sunrise woke Christine early. The sound of exotic birdsong caressed her ears. She opened her eyes and saw that the greyness of predawn was fast becoming lighter. Apart from the twitters and cheeps, the house was still. A glance at the chronometer told her it was 05:30, and thanks to the anti-warp-lag med, she wasn't feeling all that terrible. The perfect time to do yoga, she thought. It would chase away the last cobwebs from her brain.

It had been odd sleeping without Spock next to her, but she had been so wiped out from the journey that the fact barely registered. In fact, both of them had hit the same brick wall of exhaustion at about the same time last night, and all either of them could think of was getting home. Even the use of Sarek's flitter did not inspire them to do anything more than take the spaceway back to the house by the most direct route possible. They had shared a smoldering kiss goodnight in the hallway, but that was it. Whoopee.

Sarek and Amanda were also early risers. They sat in the kitchen, enjoying the stillness and a cup of herb tea, which was their daily routine. Both of them were startled to see the door from Christine's room onto the patio open. A moment later, she appeared, a rolled up mat under her arm. She was dressed in soft trousers and a t-shirt, her hair loosely caught up in a ponytail. They watched as she set up the mat, sat down in a cross-legged position and closed her eyes.

"Yoga," Amanda said.

"So I surmised. What is she doing?" Sarek asked.

"Breathing exercises. It helps the body and mind warm up."

After a few moments, Christine rose to a standing posture in one fluid, graceful movement and turned towards the sunrise.

"Suri-ya-nama-skaya," Amanda remembered from her own yoga studies. "Saluting the sun."

They continued to watch her obviously well-practiced routine. Both were further surprised to see Spock enter the patio from the hall door a moment later. He, too, was similarly attired. He situated himself across from Christine and began his own warm-up. Soon his movements were mirroring hers.

"Spock told me he had been learning the discipline," Sarek remarked. "It would appear he is an adept student, and that Christine is a good teacher."

"I guess I'd best see to breakfast," Amanda said. "They'll be hungry after their workout."

"I recall when you were studying yoga in our courting days," Sarek reminisced. "At first I had no idea what the word yoga meant, and S'onar thought it might be some exotic Terran animal."

"That's Yogi Bear, dear," she replied with a giggle.

Sarek continued to watch the practitioners, intrigued. Clearly this was a discipline not unlike the Kolinahr routines, a control of body, mind and breath. His eyebrow raised as he saw them sit down knee to knee, join hands and, in a quick movement, twist themselves in mirrored opposite directions. He could hear the faint creak as Christine's spine unknotted itself. Sarek was pleased his son had opened to this new type of experience and to the woman he shared it with.

As he joined Amanda at the kitchen window, he was caught by the couple's movement. Obviously, the regime had concluded. He saw his son give Christine a quick, affectionate embrace, a peaceful look of contentment on his face. Sarek noted his son's hands traveling down from her waistline to possessively take hold of her derriere.

"Looks like your stubbornness isn't the only thing he inherited," Amanda remarked.

"Yes, Aduna," Sarek agreed, swatting lightly at her own caboose.

* * *

"So we have a busy day ahead of all of us," Amanda said as she cleared away the last of the breakfast dishes. Spock and Sarek had already departed for some appointments in the city, including the fitting of Spock's ceremonial marriage robe. "Did you enjoy your yoga?" she asked Christine.

"I'm sorry if we disturbed you. But yes, it was a very pleasant workout."

"Not at all, we're up with the birds around here. It's the best time of day. Well, we'd best head into Shi-Kahr if we want to get things done before the boys meet us at 11:00. It shouldn't take too long, really. The marriage license formalities are a breeze now, even Vulcan realized it was illogical to have frustrated families waiting around city hall all day long."

"Isn't frustration an emotion?" Christine teased.

Amanda smiled back at her. "You're learning quickly, my dear."

* * *

"Here we are," Amanda said as she opened the door of a small boutique off a twisted old town backstreet.

Christine followed her into the cool interior. Her senses were pleasantly assaulted by the sight of incredibly beautiful, colorful, elegant women's formal wear. She wondered if this was a shop frequented by offworlders.

"T'sai Amanda, welcome," an elegantly-attired Vulcan woman said in a silken tone. "And this is Spock's betrothed?"

"May I present Dr. Christine Chapel," Amanda replied. "Christine, this is the Lady T'Khut, the owner of this shop."

Christine and the woman exchanged formalities, then both she and Amanda were ushered to an overstuffed ottoman. T'sai T'Khut disappeared into the back.

"What are you getting?" Christine asked.

"Me? Nothing, my dear."

"Oh?" Christine was confused. "Is something wrong with my wedding dress?"

"Not at all, Christine, it's spectacular." They had looked at it earlier that morning. "It's tradition that the future bride be given a gown to wear to the welcome ceremony by her mother. Since your mother is not here, I'd be pleased if I can do the honors."

"Amanda, you mustn't. Please, let me take care of this."

Amanda shook her head. "I insist, Christine. Sarek isn't the only stubborn member of the family." She looked at Christine with affection. "Please, let it be my gift to you."

Christine knew she had met her match. "OK, but..."

"No more buts, young woman," Amanda replied with a twinkle in her eye.

At that moment, the shop owner reappeared, carrying a garment in her hands. She was accompanied by a younger Vulcan woman who, Christine noticed, was wearing extremely fashionable eyeglasses. She had seen many of these on the locals since her arrival. Vulcans were supposed to have perfect vision, so she wondered at the trend.

"Here you are, Dr. Chapel," T'sai T'Khut said, handing an elegant dress over. "I think the measurements given to us were quite accurate. My designer, T'Kath, can help you adjust the gown. Do please try it on."

Christine allowed herself to be led into the fitting room and was swiftly transformed into Cinderella. She looked at her reflection, not sure if it was really herself she was seeing. The gown was made of a silk-like chiffon material, and was in two parts. The skirt was pleated in minuscule folds at one hip, and fell in a gentle swirl to the floor. A strapless top, with an appliqued bouquet of a small flower at the waist, completed the design. The fabric was a pale, shimmering lilac and was embroidered all over with a silvery pattern.

T'Kath draped a matching scarf across her neck and down her back. "It to your liking?" she asked.

"It's wonderful. And it fits me perfectly" Christine replied as she exited the fitting room.

Amanda and the owner, who had been sitting together chatting, rose to give the outfit a critical once-over.

"Perfect," Amanda said. "T'Kath, you have once again done a marvelous job."

"It suits her well," T'Khut agreed. "You shall look most pleasing tomorr