We were other than we had been – something new, something born of those dim, past, separate selves – but more, with no division. We were new life and Being…
We were – and it was enough.
Eternity stretched, and we reached toward it –
“Here. He is found.”
“Does he live?”
“He lives – Sense of being touched by impossible cold – jarring unity, shivering into reality.
“He is fevered. He dreams in delirium. His mind is strong, and the dreaming is his reality.”
“Tend him, Kiral. Can he be moved?”
“He must be. The sun will touch the wall in 3.52 minutes. He must not be exposed to it, now.”
“Transport will commence in 32.15 seconds, if he can tolerate it.” Familiar voice, tugging, tearing at what we were, straining the joining.
“That is uncertain, Sarek. Thy child is not stable; he has been too long untended. He may die, despite our intervention.”
“Then beam him out!” This voice touched me, tore me from the dream; from Niaan my mate. Mother! “If he’s going to die, don’t let him die without anyone who knows and loves him!”
“In his mind, thy child is not alone, Lady Amanda. Commence transport when prepared.”
Tingling chill, shattering me, dissolving all that we had shared.
Except that Niaan was still there, a shadowy presence at the edge of knowing, at the edges of being…
And then Mother, pulling me in, holding me. “Spock! Spock – what happened to you? My child.”
“Leave us, if there is no help you can render,. Allow us privacy, and my wife her humanity with our child. “
“He will live, or he will not, Sarek, It is a matter of the child’s will. I will leave you, unless you have further need of me.”
“Spock? Son, we’re here – your father and I. We’ll stay with you. Won’t you come back to us?”
Her touch, remembered from infancy, beloved, safe.
She was fading, dissolving.
“No!” I struggled, reaching –
“He dreams – most powerfully, and vividly, my wife -”
“I know. I can feel it. We’re here, Spock.”
Things slipping into place, Niaan tattering, slipping away –
“Parted from me, but never parted; never and always touching and touched – I await you…”
I heard and felt the echoes of her mind, giving the promise just as I had – I felt them, and then she was only memory, and it was Mother and Father before me.
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