Title: Repatriation

Author: Joanna (sandsofvulcan)


PREMISE: An answer to this challenge - Saavik and SPock meet for the first time after their goodbye in ST 4.He still does NOT remember her clearly. Why and how do they handle it to start a friendship again? Does he regain his memories or do they start over? Set it before or after ST 6.


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Saavik strode behind Amanda in deference as they wound their way

through the throngs of Vulcans at Space Central. Across the terminal

Sarek emerged from the diplomatic lock, and was engulfed in a sea of

reporters eager for first hand news of the events of the past few

days. Vulcan reporters in the rear made way for Amanda as she moved

towards her Husband. Sarek reached for her and addressed the

reporters.


"You will attend the formal press conference arranged for 0400

tomorrow. I make no comment until that time. If you will excuse me,

I will take my wife home."


"Will your son be present at the conference?" they begged.


Sarek paused. His fore and middle fingers still pressed to Amanda's

in greeting. "My son remains with his crew. He is assigned to his

new starship post effective immediately, and will be unable to

attend."


Saavik turned to follow Amanda, and felt her arm grasped around the

bicep. Sarek had reached back to ensure that the reporters did not

envelope her. As he released her, he cast his eyes at the place

behind him in silent command. Saavik stepped into the place he

directed, even as she glanced questioningly at Amanda, who only cast

her eyes down; a slight smile playing on her lips, and took the spot

behind Saavik.


Amanda had said that ordinarily, they might shuttle to the surface.

She and Sarek would be allowed the privacy of a small enclosed

compartment to catch up on the time they spent apart. She joked that

she enjoyed meeting him on his return, as much as he enjoyed

complaining that it was illogical and a waste of her time. Old and

frail, she complained that what little time she had left was hers to

waste.


Today Sarek led them to the VIP transporter facility and had them

beamed to the private transporter unit he had installed in their

home. When they had arrived, Saavik turned to leave, sensing that

they wanted privacy, but Sarek stopped her with a question.


"You have seen Healer Sorel?"


"Yes," said Saavik, wanting more than anything, not to have to turn

back and face him as Vulcan etiquette demanded.


She did manage to turn but still could not bear the possibility that

the news would be a disappointment to him. "I do not bare a child,"

she said as she cast her eyes down.


"Sorel is concerned?" asked Sarek of Amanda.


"Saavik is perfectly healthy," she paused knowing that was not what

Sarek wanted to know. "He wishes to examine Spock. He can not say

whether there is something wrong, or if the regeneration of Spock's

body has caused a problem."


Against all Vulcan mores, Sarek reached for Saavik's chin, gently

drawing her up to face him, as he would teach a child to show proper

respect.


"I grieve with thee, Saavikam," he said.


Saavik drew in her breath sharply; surprised that he should so

quickly be able to identify what she had not. She knew that she felt

grief at Spock's inability to clearly remember her, but that was not

the grief to which Sarek referred. She should be pregnant. She had

thought that she would feel relieved at Sorel's report, but her

meditations had revealed otherwise.


"We will dine together tonight," he nodded, refusing to allow her to

escape their grasp. "And afterwards we will discuss your future."


"And does our Son send any greeting at all?" Amanda asked lightly.


"Only that he feels fine."



After being placed between them at the spaceport, and the touch of

Sarek's hand on her chin, Saavik felt herself pulled towards the

event horizon of Spock's family. She wanted to resist, and at the

same time knew that she had no where else to go. Spock did not

remember her. She had been dismissed from the Academy, and commanded

by Starfleet Medical to repatriate for a month on her homeworld. She

had been through too much to argue the injustice of it.


If they wanted to send her home then she should be in the stars, not

on Vulcan, not on any world. But Medical had insisted that such a

young officer undergoing such a traumatic experience spend time at

home, regardless of where she considered that was. Her records

listed Vulcan, and she was to remain here for one month before they

would consider any other posting. Even more cruelly, Kirk's crew was

being assigned from available officers now. Being temporarily

relieved of duty meant that she was ineligible.


Now at the dinner table, Sarek drew her in relentlessly, offering

her the first taste of the merhhav'e he had prepared. A guest would

not be offered a taste at all, but served after Amanda had approved

it. That he wanted her approval confused her, and yet as before, she

allowed it, accepting the offered bite, and nodding.


Dinner was consumed quietly, Sarek emptying his riman bowl before he

spoke, releasing them for conversation.


"Your time of service has begun. It is of course deferred for those

who reside off planet, but now that you are here, you should

consider fulfilling your duties."


Amanda's eyes brightened at Sarek's suggestion. "That is a wonderful

idea, Sarek. My mother used to say that helping another was just the

thing to get your mind off of your own troubles."


Saavik looked at them as they conspired against her, but again

acquiesced when she found she could find no flaw with their

suggestion.


Every Vulcan adult was required to fulfill one month of public

service on Vulcan every year of his life. Her own service had been

deferred while she was at the academy, but now with no obligations

of her time for a month, she was free to repay at least part of her

debt. After lastmeal, Saavik perused the online database for

acceptable postings. Most postings in the area of Shikahr were

requests for help for the elderly, or infirm. Saavik was not adverse

to this sort of posting, but out of curiosity, widened her search

parameters until one posting stood out.


The Institute for the Transmission of Vulcan Culture was seeking an

instructor for a period of one year. This was more service than

Saavik owed, and she almost passed over the listing until she caught

a glimpse of the description. Duties would consist of guiding six-

year-olds through the mind training necessary for the achievement of

their first melds on the eve of their seventh birthdays.


Something about the listing drew her in as Amanda's words at dinner

came back to her. Saavik had lost her teacher. Perhaps he would

never remember what he had given her, but what better way to return

his gift than to teach another child


She scanned the page, and found the certainty that would keep her

from this position. It required a reference from her than'tha.

Saavik had been discovered almost feral on an abandoned Romulan

Colony. Spock had rescued her and worked intensively with her for a

year afterward. During that year he had prepared her for her first

meld and then served as her than'tha and performed the meld with

her. But now he did not remember her. A reference would not be

possible.



Sarek's study was a throwback to Earth's nineteenth century. Amanda

had designed it for him early in theor marriage when it seemed that

if she did not, he would never leave his office in time for lastmeal

with her. She could do nothing about the stone walls and floors, so

she had concentrated her efforts on wood, something that was too

expensive on Vulcan. She had her father's antique mahogany desk and

matching bookshelves shipped from Earth. She longed to have the

matching leather library chairs with their tack accents sent too,

but she knew that her vegetarian husband would not like having to

stare at "animal hide". She substituted an overstuffed chair with a

floor lamp so that if he would not stop working and least she could

join him and sit in his comforting presence.


"Thank you for what you did at the spaceport today," Amanda said

from her chair.


Amanda knew the comment would get his attention. Sarek looked up

from his and gave the response Amanda knew was coming.


"One does not thank logic, Amanda. The reporters would have

separated her from us."


"You placed her between us. Do the reporters have the ability to

change the meaning of what you did?"


"No, Adun. She saved the life of our son. She deserves to walk in

the place of our child."


"I do not disagree, Aduna, not at all." Amanda watched him as he

scroll through the pages on the screen on the desk in front of him.

He seemed to find what he was looking for before he looked up again.


"I am concerned for Spock." This was a greater admission than Amanda

thought that she would ever hear. Even as Spock argued with the

adepts at Seleya that he must return to Earth with his shipmates,

Sarek had not interfered. She had confronted Sarek afterward.


"How could you allow him to go?!"


"He is of age and no longer under my control Amanda. I understand

his need to stand with his friends. As soon as he has done this, I

will insist that he return to complete his retraining."


"And what if Starfleet interrogates him? What then? The Selayans

have warned us of what may happen. We may still lose him."


"Leonard understands that forcing Spock to access those memories

could result in the psychosis discussed by the healers. He has

promised that he will not allow it on medical grounds. No one will

probe the events surrounding the separation of Spock's katra or the

time he spent on Genesis. These are the memories that could prove

dangerous. Much of his other knowledge has returned."


Amanda glared at him. "Knowledge! It's his memories that should

concern you. We have no idea what he remembers of his past. Oh he

remembers our names, and that we are his parents, but does he

remember what makes Spock himself. Does he remember his kahs-wan? Or

that he saved your life on the Babel Mission? Does he remember

T'Pring? Or most importantly, Saavik?"


Sarek allowed her tirade before he answered, concern in his

voice. "And how do we broach that particular subject Amanda? She was

on Genesis. How we ensure that in asking him to remember her, he

does not remember push himself to hard?"


Amanda chewed on her lower lips as she considered Sarek's question.


"I too desire to know what he remembers of his life. Perhaps this

will prove a place to start?" Sarek turned his viewer to face

Amanda. As Amanda read, her face broadened into the grin that let

her husband know that he knew her too well.


"It would be good for her."


"It would indeed, my wife."



As she joined Sarek and Amanda for firstmeal, Saavik sensed that

something was wrong. Amanda smiled and served her. The meal was

consumed in silence as tradition demanded, and Sarek, draining his

riman bowl, began the morning conversation.


"I have arranged a position at which you may fulfill your service to

Vulcan."


Saavik choked as she finished the last of her riman. She began to

open her mouth in protest, but Sarek was not finished. "There is a

matter of the references, but that has been arranged as well. Do not

concern yourself with it further. I expect a response in a matter of

days."


Saavik looked to Amanda who looked over her bowl and smiled slightly

as if there was no discussion expected.


"Ambassador, sir."


"Sarek."


"Yes, Sarek, I am capable of choosing a position myself. It is not

necessary for."


"You are, of course, but as head of household, I have chosen to take

care of the matter myself. to free you for more time with Amanda.

She says she is taking you to see some of the historical and

cultural sites with the city today. I find that this will be at

least as beneficial as the time you spend in service. You are

Vulcan, Saavik. You will come to know Vulcan. This is your home."


Saavik had forgotten what is like to have things arranged for her.

Spock had taken care of all of the details of her young life, from

her schools to her foster families while she attended those schools.

She had experienced so much recently that it would be easy to allow

herself to be directed for a while. At the same time, she was a

woman now, and the thought of giving up control, even to one as

beneficent as Sarek, was difficult.


Lest she be allowed to consider her desires further, Sarek

added, "While I respect your career as an officer in Starfleet, on

Vulcan you are not yet of age. The decision is my responsibility."


Suddenly a month was beginning to seem like a long time.


"You're going."


Leonard McCoy sat on the end of Spock's bed in his cabin, and

considered himself lucky to have cornered Spock in his cabin at all.


"May I remind you, Doctor, that while a ship is in dry dock, day to

day operations are the responsibility of her first officer?"


"Dammit, Spock. Its two days. Give the man some leeway. He

practically designed you."


"Doctor, the healers examined me thoroughly on Vulcan. If Healer

Sorel wishes to know my physical state he may inquire of them."


"You know very well, that those healers were concerned with your

mind. Sorel wants to know that your regeneration has not altered any

of the genetic coding that his team put in place."


"You can obtain whatever samples Sorel requires, Doctor. I cannot."


"I cannot. Sorel is an expert in Vulcan hybrids because your birth

made him one. There's no way that I know enough to be useful to him,

nor do I wish to know you that well."


"You're going." Spock raised an eyebrow at Dr. Leonard McCoy even as

he reached for the comm button.


"And before you call Jim, look at the signature on the orders." The

miniscule rounding of Spock's shoulders told McCoy that at least

this time, he had won.




Amanda sat on the edge of her chair in the study as Sarek ended his

conversation with Sorel.


"There is no change, my wife. Sorel's report, based on samples of

Spock's blood taken immediately after the refusion, suggests that

physical stress may have caused an incomplete cycle. If allowed to

undergo a full pon farr, Sorel believes that the genetic ability to

procreate will manifest itself."


"He can have children."


"That is what I said, Amanda."



She wandered the paths of her garden at a leisurely place, knowing

where her son would be. As predicted he sat on a secluded bench

hidden from view by an overgrown bank of helrulas vine, it's golden

yellow flowers withering in the late evening sun.


"This is your favorite spot as a child."


"I remember," Spock said as Amanda heart leapt. She eased herself

onto the bench next to him.


"What Spock? What do you remember?"


Spock faced her, a look of reminiscence and pain in his eyes. "I

came here when E-Chiya died, and grandfather. And now that I have

died, I come here as well."


"That's because it's peaceful." Spock faced lightened. "What you may

not know is that I planted these helrulas for you. One particularly

bad day, when you came home from school, and had obviously been

crying, I came out here and planted and planted because it hurt me

so to see the other boys treat you that way. I wanted to make a

place for you own where you could go for peace, and without knowing

I had done so, you gravitated here whenever you were troubled."


"Where is she?" he asked.


"I sent Saavik away for the day. I needed to talk to you about what

she needs. for her future."


Spock sat silently, head bowed, before he looked up at his

mother. "I remember this," he said pulling a holopic from his

robes. "I brought it to show her. I thought perhaps she could share

more about this time with me."


Amanda smiled and took the picture. "I called you almost everyday.

She was a lovely child; so spirited and curious." Amanda handed back

the picture of a much younger Saavik and her two grey-skinned

friends from the year Spock had spent on Dantria IV.


"When I saw her after the refusion, I knew that I should remember

her. I searched my mind at that time, but there was nothing, except

the logical conclusion that she was one of my shipmates. I found

this in my living quarters. I believe I remember this time."


"I was her teacher." Spock made the statement in a tone that was

both firm and questioning.


"You were. She will be pleased to know that you remember this. She

returns in an hour."


"I will be here."




Saavik took the picture from Spock's hand; his eyes a question.


"I can remember no more. I have searched my mind for their names,

but I can only recall that they are male."


"The Boys," said Saavik. "That is how their mother referred to them."


"The incidences you recall are correct, T'Kehr." Saavik was careful

to refer to him as teacher and nothing more. She too had been warned

of the danger of bringing up the events on Genesis too soon.


"I am no longer your teacher, Saavikam. My mother has asked me for a

reference for your service at the Institute for the Transmission of

Vulcan Culture and I have given it."


"How did she know that I desired that posting?" asked Saavik

incredulously.


"You will find Saavikam, that both my mother and father know you

better than you think."


"Experience?" she asked.


"Undoubtedly."


Saavik felt the edges of her mouth turn at the comfortable humor,

but Spock's countenance too quickly regained its serious bent, and

she withheld the smile.


 "I regret that I can recall no more than this time in your life. My

mother says that I was also your sponsors to the Academy, but this

has not returned. She would not tell me more."


Saavik did not know how to respond. Though her disappointment did

not show on her face, she quickly dropped her eyes away from his.


Like his father, Spock reached and gently tipped her chin up with

his hand. Saavik's eyes revealed nothing.


"I was your Than'tha; the first to touch your mind. Surely it would

be safe for you to allow it again. I know that my lack of

remembrance grieves you."


Saavik pulled away slowly, exerting all her control to keep his

delicate embrace from detecting what burned in her. Instead her

action caused his brow to knot together in confusion.


She wanted to scream, to tell him of all that had happened, of their

time together on Genesis and what she had done to save him, but she

was a Vulcan and said only what must be said without inflection or

desire to save his mind and all that he was.


"No, my teacher, it is too soon."