Reassurance

Posted on Wed May 11th, 2016 @ 11:54pm by Commander Angelica Fairchild & Commander Sinek

Mission: Talosian Perversions
Location: Sinek's Quarters
Timeline: After Sinek met with Doctor

With Angel's injury, when Sinek wasn't on duty, which wasn't often, as he followed his normal shift and also Angel's, Sinek was usually in Angel's quarters, helping her with her physical therapy and caring for her. There were times though when Sinek seeked solitude to meditate. This was one of those occasions.

He had spoken with the Doctor two days ago. Still he hadn't spoken concerning his thoughts with Angel. He was concerned how she would respond to his concerns. She had met Vesik and it didn't go well, not because of Angel, but because of Vesik's attitude and Vulcan ways.

He sat meditating, his lamp burning before him. When would be the right time to speak with Angel? Sinek may never be comfortable, knowing he was Vulcan and what Vulcan fathers were like. Even Spock, who was a human hybrid, just as their child would be, even he didn't fare well with his father. What was he to do? He told the Doctor, he'd consider the advice and speak with Angel. It was so much easier when he only needed to be concerned for himself.

Finding it unusual that Sinek wasn't in her cabin when her shift ended, Angel easily found him in hiw own cabin after letting herself in. He was meditating, so she left him alone for now, instead heading for his couch to rest for a few minutes. She still walked with a limp, and that lingering soreness had been bad enough before she was going to the bathroom every ten minutes.

He sensed her presence before his eyes focused upon her. Then, his ears picked up the way she walked. His nose picked up the scent he had come to love. Finally, he allowed his eyes to turn to her. Unfolding his legs, he arose to greet his Angel with a soft kiss.

"You shouldn't let me interrupt your meditation." Angel did not, however, protest against the kiss itself. "I just want to lie down for a while. I'm hurting pretty bad and I've been too queasy to take anything "

"You will never be an interruption," Sinek confessed. "Please have a seat and elevate your leg. We must discuss something."

Well, sitting was better than standing at least. Angel took her time getting settled, tucking the small throw pillows under her leg until she was at least semi-comfortable before turning her eyes to Sinek again. "It must be something important, judging by your tone. What's going on?"

"I've sought the counsel of the Doctor," Sinek admitted. "He thought I should discuss my concerns with you." He paused a moment, locking his hands behind him. "You've met Vesik, a Vulcan father. Does it concern you that the father of your child may be like him?"

"You? Be like Vesik?" Angel couldn't help giggling a little at the thought. "That's not crossed my mind once! You're far too much like your mother to start acting like him once junior is born. Is that what's been bothering you?"

"The Vulcan fathers I have known," Sinek explained, "have been hard and uncaring. Logic...their logic...overruled all else. If you see me act that way, you must say something."

"If I see you act that way, you're going to sickbay whether you want to or not," Angel assured him. "You're the most caring person I know. Such a radical change would be cause for concern."

"You don't see me as unbalanced at anytime, do you?" Sinek probed.

"Of course not." Now Angel was really lost. If anyone in this relationship was unbalanced, it was her. "Well, maybe during your pon farr but that's a natural Vulcan thing."

Sinek sat upon his reading chair. Not that it took him long to read a book, but at least he could be comfortable while reading. He reached out for Angel to join him.

"I do not wish to be another Vesik," he confirmed. "I wish for our child to know that he, or she, is loved by me." He wondered if his mother ever felt loved by Vesik and hoped that Angel felt loved by him. Love wasn't the natural Vulcan thing, because it was too connected with emotions.

"You are nothing like Vesik," Angel assured him. It took her a moment to get to her feet from the couch, but once she managed she crossed the room and joined Sinek in his reading chair, snuggling against him. "Our child will never doubt that he or she is loved deeply. By both of us."

Sinek wrapped his arms about Angel. He gently kissed her on the cheek. The conversation had brought him reassurance. Reassurance that he wasn't his father. Reassurance that he and Angel would form a family built on the foundation of their love for each other. Reassurance that Angel would be there helping him to be the father he desired to be.

Angel smiled a bit at the kiss on her cheek, shifting her weight slightly to take advantage of Sinek's higher body temperature to get a little warmer.

This was where Sinek was meant to be, with whom he was meant to be. It all felt logical and right to him. This moment. This female. This child. This upcoming wedding. Inwardly, Sinek smiled that his family would miss it. After all, they were so intent on seeing him wed.

Sinek was content to hold his love. However long she felt comfortable being held, he would remain there holding Angel. His Angel. His soon to be wife. The mother of his child. He tried to imagine a little girl with Angel's hair and eyes, but his skin tone and ears. Or a boy with jet black eyes and hair, but Angel's complexion and more rounded ears. Silently, Sinek considered himself foolish for these thoughts. But inwardly, he just smiled.