Ficlet: Repudiation (PG-13)
Title: Repudiation
Author: diane_kepler
Length: 400 wds
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Characters: Spock, Sarek
Summary: Short sequel to Zahvan T'Masu. Sarek is in no way impressed by Spock's behavior.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Spock and his dear old dad.
Warnings: Lack of filial piety. Vulcan remonstrations. (Duck!)
Acknowledgements: proudcockatrice (Pi'sa-kai, you are so awesome to work with)
Mouse over the Vulcan text to see the translations.
Sarek is utterly expressionless and still. He is also closer to losing control than Spock has ever seen.
" Ovsot-duhsu," he repeats, for the third time.
" Worla ki'gla-tor kloshai ni'kae'ampik riolozhikaik. Ki'ri'ruskaraya du t'c'thia, ha? Aksh'lz ki'kosh-ves ni'ek'esik Nirak t'ax-nav. Vesht nam-tor dwemish ni-an t'du wilat? Vesht nam-tor nahap t'skan t'etek wilat? T'sular t'etek?"
Spock is immobile, gazing past his father through the window here on the fifty-seventh floor of this residential tower. Outside is the city and beyond that are the cold waters of the Pacific, murky in the grey predawn light. Briefly, he wonders if the glass will yield if he were to run against it, full-force.
" Vesht nam-tor ovsof fam-esh-tukhik?"
Sarek's accusation brings Spock back to the present moment. Somehow he cannot bring himself to reply in his native language.
"I can only repeat that I was not aware-"
" Guhsh! Kupi ki'nam-tor vesht pash-tor goh du k'ni'maut-kmun-"
The comm that is part of Sarek's desk warbles. He reaches forward to stab the answer button, but at the last moment slows his finger and presses it instead.
" Kevet-dutar Sarek la. Ha. Ra?" There is a pause. " Sat'voh na'nash-veh. Rai -- el'rek-tor ish-veh. Ha. Rom-halan."
Sarek immediately taps a few other areas on his desk interface. The holographic display to his left is filled with stylized lines of vertical script. A message from the homeworld. But Sarek dismisses it before Spock, who is both unfamiliar with the handwriting and reading backwards is even part of the way through.
Previously, the ambassador's expression was stony, but now it is positively glacial.
"Do you have any idea who that was?" Suddenly, it appears that their mother-tongue is odious to Sarek as well.
Spock stands rigidly in place. He knows no reply is expected.
"That was T'Pring's father. He has just informed me that earlier today your intended wife took ill, at least that was the euphemism he employed. Apparently it was high noon in Shi'Kahr when you pulled your little stunt and T'Pring felt it through the bond. She had to be carried away from the midday meal, writhing," here he suppresses a shudder, "like a le-matya in heat."
Had Spock been alone, he might have pressed both hands to his face. But here there is no such option.
" T'kona. Ukra'uh pla'na'Yel-Halitra. Ki'nekwitau nash-veh nafai-tor mesh."
The young officer turns stiffly on heel and strides, with a brittle sort of feeling, towards the door.