SarekAndAmanda

Ever since Star Trek: Discovery got released, it seems that fans are out for Sarek's blood. Sarek is my favorite Star Trek character, so I feel like I should say something. Now, I honestly don't like Discovery. The writing is rather terrible and so much bizarre stuff has been added into the canon, assuming it actually stays canon. I have a hunch it might just kind of fade out of existence like it never happened. However, I'll write this journal assuming it is canon. For a little background, Sarek is a Vulcan (Star Trek aliens who control/conceal their powerful emotions), originally an astrophysicist who later became the Vulcan ambassador to

When Sarek decided to teach Spock to play chess, Amanda privately thought he was too young to enjoy it, but her husband seemed bent on keeping his brain busy lately, so she swallowed her doubts. The last of her objections vanished when she caught them in the middle of the first lesson, with an old-fashioned two-dimensional board between them: Spock seemed to ask for nothing better than a new pastime, but it wasn’t exactly going spectacularly. He was holding a white rook between his fingers, head cocked in puzzlement, staring at it as if it had personally offended him. “That is illogical. A tower should not be able to move at al

What had once been a comfortable bed was beginning to feel like a prison to Amanda. As her pregnancy progressed in a whirl of visits by a seemingly endless procession of Vulcan doctors with little to no bedside manner, her orders for ‘restricted activity’ had slowly but surely turned into almost complete bed rest, and if she were honest with herself, she was going crazy with boredom. Not that she intended to engage in any extreme sports anytime soon—she was well aware that even the slightest sudden movement could be too much for the fragile balance her body was struggling to keep with the help of more hypos than she cared t

“I must admit I am concerned about Spock’s cognitive development.” Amanda glanced first at Sarek and then at their young son, fast asleep in his crib and blissfully unaware of his father’s unforgiving assessment. Not for the first time, she thought idly that his tiny pointed ears made him look like a gift from fairies or some other mythical creature of Terran lore. “What? But he’s so bright! You can already tell he wants to know about everyone and everything.” “He’s bright for a human child, perhaps. A full Vulcan would have started talking approximately 2.3 months ago.” She sigh

Refraining from outward emotional displays, at least in public, had become such an ingrained habit for Amanda that she sometimes feared her facial muscles were going to start creaking from disuse like old, rusty door hinges, but the scene before her was simply irresistible, and besides, a simple smile in the blessed privacy of their home wouldn’t kill anyone. She crossed the room on tiptoe, even though she knew full well that the sound of her footsteps and the soft rustling of her clothes must have already reached Sarek’s proverbially sharp ears. It was physically impossible for a human to sneak up on a Vulcan, but from time to t