Title: The Taste of Cranberries (TOS, Sarek/Amanda, G)

Author: Arachnethe2 

Series: TOS

Part: 1/1

Rating: [G]

Codes: Sarek/Amanda



Disclaimer: The characters belong to Paramount Pictures. This is a 

piece of amateur fan fiction. I make no many of it.



Sumary: this is the sequel to Lauras' story Cranberry Wine









 The Taste of Cranberries (TOS, Sarek/Amanda, G)





Written by Arachnethe2





        My steps are echoing, oddly lonely, on the stones in the 

now empty streets of Shikahr. I went into the night as many nights

before, to be alone with my mind, which is defenceless against

the chaos in me.



        What am I hoping for? To find peace? To calm down the 

screaming soul in me, to find the balance again?



        I am setting my feet on the path in front of me, but 

inside I feel that I'm falling into an abyss and still haven't 

reached the bottom.



        I know, what you are waiting for, Amanda. I have seen it 

in your mind during our calm lovemaking this night. But I still

have not come so far. The only thing I can do is to weep in your

arms, and I'm thankful even for that.



        "I'm sorry" -- this sentence doesn't exist on Vulcan. My 

people don't apologise for mistakes and failures. All that we are

supposed to do is a conclusion of our logical behaviour, and

whatever happens...



        ...what is, is, kaiidth. No one can change that, not even 

I.



        And they didn't say it, when they called me and told me 

about the outcome of our son's Koon-ut-kalifee. They said a lot 

about logic and tradition, and I have seen and must acknowledge, 

that every step has been made according to our law.



        But why did it hurt so much?



        Why does it still?



        I left them and from this day on I am avoiding them. Even

T'Pau. I receive her calls, her orders, but I am not answering,

I am refusing to obey, while I'm looking at the old holos I took

many years ago.



        I didn't want this. I didn't know, that the rules, which 

Were not used over millennia, would strike so cruelly against our 

son.



        For them all is over now, so what is, is, and let us go 

on. But from this day on I see them in an another light. In a 

light which I have used to see the other people and the humans 

too. For me, nothing is the same anymore.



        But what should I do now, when I was raised to the 

knowledge, that to kill is illogical? That no one gives harm to 

you on Vulcan? What should I do, knowing, that my own people have 

hurt my child and I was not there to protect him? As I always 

tried to?



        I don't know, what to do. There is no rule for this 

situation. And there is no one to blame for it. So I am drowning 

in my inner chaos, falling, feeling the pain around my heart.



        Suddenly I go down onto my knees. The pain is stronger 

this time... I can't breath for a short moment...



        I am searching for you in my mind. I can imagine you, 

sitting in a chair, drinking the cranberry wine, which you like so 

much.



        Cranberries...



        I would like to taste the wine on your lips. Bittersweet, 

like your life with me. An expensive drink for a woman, whose

character is as rare as this small red fruit in the desert.



        I know you. One day you will raise them even on Vulcan's 

Forge.



End