[Star Trek: Drabble] "Continued Custom" [G]
Title: Continued Custom
Author: Ami Ven
Rating: G
Word Count: 350
Prompt: very, very late birthday present for gothtique
Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/Reboot)
Character(s): Spock, Sarek
Summary: “By the Terran calendar, today is the anniversary of your birth.”
Continued Custom
Spock accepted the incoming subspace transmission without looking at the source and hurried to conceal his surprise, “Father.”
“Greetings, Spock,” said Sarek. “I trust you are well.”
“I am. Are you unwell, Father? Your transmission is unexpected.”
“Your concern is understandable, but unnecessary. I am in good health, and that is not the reason for my communication. By the Terran calendar, today is the anniversary of your birth.”
“It is.”
Sarek paused. “It was your mother’s custom to speak with you each year on your birthday. Now that she is gone, I felt it was my duty to continue that custom. But I confess that I do not know on what topic we should be speaking.”
“The details of the conversation are not important,” said Spock. “The primary goal is to provide current information about our lives. We have already begun by discussing our health.”
“I believe I understand,” his father said, then. “The colony on New Vulcan is progressing well. The public buildings will be completed shortly, then work will begin on permanent residences.”
“I look forward to seeing the progress on my next visit. If it is permissible, I will be bringing Nyota with me. She has expressed a desire to accompany me to New Vulcan, when our duties permit.”
“Please tell Lieutenant Uhura that she will be most welcome in my home,” said Sarek. “And what of your other crewmates?”
“They are all well. Under the direction of Captain Kirk, they have planned a clandestine celebration of my birth, of which they believe I am ignorant.”
His father nodded. “Yes, the ‘surprise party’ is an ancient and revered human tradition. It is essential that you maintain the illusion of ignorance, however illogical.”
“I believe I am prepared.” A chime sounded softly from the console beside him. “I must go now, Father. Thank you for contacting me.”
“I will endeavor to continue the tradition.”
“Peace and long life, Father.”
“Live long and prosper, my son. And… happy birthday.”
As the screen went dark, the console chimed again.
“Mr. Spock, report to the mess hall.”
“On my way, captain.”
THE END
Current Mood:
cold
Author: Ami Ven
Rating: G
Word Count: 350
Prompt: very, very late birthday present for gothtique
Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/Reboot)
Character(s): Spock, Sarek
Summary: “By the Terran calendar, today is the anniversary of your birth.”
Continued Custom
Spock accepted the incoming subspace transmission without looking at the source and hurried to conceal his surprise, “Father.”
“Greetings, Spock,” said Sarek. “I trust you are well.”
“I am. Are you unwell, Father? Your transmission is unexpected.”
“Your concern is understandable, but unnecessary. I am in good health, and that is not the reason for my communication. By the Terran calendar, today is the anniversary of your birth.”
“It is.”
Sarek paused. “It was your mother’s custom to speak with you each year on your birthday. Now that she is gone, I felt it was my duty to continue that custom. But I confess that I do not know on what topic we should be speaking.”
“The details of the conversation are not important,” said Spock. “The primary goal is to provide current information about our lives. We have already begun by discussing our health.”
“I believe I understand,” his father said, then. “The colony on New Vulcan is progressing well. The public buildings will be completed shortly, then work will begin on permanent residences.”
“I look forward to seeing the progress on my next visit. If it is permissible, I will be bringing Nyota with me. She has expressed a desire to accompany me to New Vulcan, when our duties permit.”
“Please tell Lieutenant Uhura that she will be most welcome in my home,” said Sarek. “And what of your other crewmates?”
“They are all well. Under the direction of Captain Kirk, they have planned a clandestine celebration of my birth, of which they believe I am ignorant.”
His father nodded. “Yes, the ‘surprise party’ is an ancient and revered human tradition. It is essential that you maintain the illusion of ignorance, however illogical.”
“I believe I am prepared.” A chime sounded softly from the console beside him. “I must go now, Father. Thank you for contacting me.”
“I will endeavor to continue the tradition.”
“Peace and long life, Father.”
“Live long and prosper, my son. And… happy birthday.”
As the screen went dark, the console chimed again.
“Mr. Spock, report to the mess hall.”
“On my way, captain.”
THE END
Current Mood:
cold