Author: Joanna Bordelon
Character Code: Saa
Summary: How did Saavik first meet T'Pren?
Disclaimer: Star Trek is copyrighted by Paramount/Viacom. I do not own the Saavik character. T'Pren is a character from Carolyn Clowes book, The Pandora Principle.
Warning: This contains an implied sex.
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Dusk fell and the heat finally abated slightly as the evening wind kicked up the dusty soil and swirled it in little eddies along the ground. Eyes began to peer out of hiding places guarded by fierce and deadly territoriality. One small set of eyes watched the place of the quiet ones. They would begin to venture out too and the small eyes would see who was left. One or two quiet ones were gone every few darknesses. They rarely came back.
The tall man was gone, as was the lady who stayed with him. They hid it well, but her eyes had seen them go off together at night, she had even seen what they did and had watched curiously. And now they were gone together. A sadness filled the child for the two that had stayed together. She knew they would not be seen again. Her stomach reminded her that her concerns should lie with herself and not the quiet ones who never resisted. Stupid ones, you dies, you notrun, you notfight, youdies. With that the child was off into the night and returned after some success to her place to wait for the next night.
Two suns later the mean ones brought the tall man's lady back and threw her on the ground. She was hurt and weak and the quiet ones left their place to bring her inside out of the hot midday sun. Stupid ones, thought the child. Why they take hurt ones back. Why they give hurt ones food. Food. The quiet ones had food. Food in silver packets that the mean ones gave them. When the quiet ones placed the empty packets outside their place, sometimes another child would run and take them and lick them clean. She would not though. It was too close to the mean ones. She would be seen.
The child felt sadness again. She knew what the woman's return meant. She would be given more food than the others and her belly would swell and she would be taken away and not come back again. Sometimes women with big bellies would hide so that they could not be taken away until their bellies were no longer swollen. They brought small ones with them then and the quiet ones would care for them until the small ones joined the others and found a place to hide or until they too were taken away.
A long time now. How long? The lady had left the place of the quiet ones in the night and gone silently away. By chance the child had caught a glimpse of her near the rocks where the little things to eat lived. The lady's belly was swollen fully now. She would be like the ones who came back with her belly empty. The child tried to concern herself with the hunt, but could not remove the lady from her thoughts. Silently, and without really willing it, the child followed the lady into the night. The child found her high on a rock. The lady turned her head quickly at the child's presence. The child crouched and watched, curious as to what the lady would do.
"Do you understand me? Trust me. Come here little one," the lady whispered.
The child stayed on the edge of the rock watching. The lady pointed above her. "Do any of you know where you belong?" said the lady pointing upward at the lights in the sky. "We belong there." The lady pointed as if to just one of the lights. "Stars," she said. The child was finding this fascinating. She had always been curious about the lights and had lain in a similar fashion on the rocks some nights herself.
Of course, the child understood nothing of the lady's language and precious little of the language of the mean ones, but every being understands kindness in a voice or a touch. The child wished to return something to the lady and responded in the only way she could. The child patted her chest. "Saavik," she said. Then raised her small finger to the stars, "Stars," she repeated in the language the quiet one had given her.
"Good, Saavik." Somehow that praise made Saavik feel enormously pleased with herself, but she didn't smile. She never smiled. No one had ever taught her that.
"Go now, Saavik," said the lady, not as gently this time and in the language of the mean ones. "Go now and don't come back, little one," she added quietly in Vulcan as Saavik turned and fled. With that the lady lay down and let the pains she felt wash over her. Knowing that these pains would pass the dead child within her made them almost more bitter than she could bear. But she did bear them silently and in the dim light of dawn built a small cairn of stones into which she placed her beautiful stillborn child. Then she cried.
Saavik had returned to her place that night more confused than she had ever been. Why had the lady been so nice and then yelled at her to leave? Saavik decided that something terrible had been about to happen. She resolved to return there the next night.
Saavik smelled something she was too familiar with as she approached the small cairn and then she understood. The lady had buried her child. She had cared for it even though it was dead. Saavik tensed at the disturbance of air behind her. "Yes, Saavik-kam. My child is dead. Do you, who have never been wanted, even understand what my child meant to me?" The lady approached her and knelt to Saavik's eye level. Somehow, though Saavik didn't understand her words, Saavik didn't run. The lady reached out her hand, but Saavik made no move to take it. "No more, Saavik-kam. No more. I will be quiet no longer. Our children will not die here. My pledge to you, little cat."
They met more times there on the rock at night and glazed at the stars. Sometimes the lady talked and sometimes they lay silently together and shared the stars.