[ussbansheec] Frayed Threads
- From: Andy Maluhia <CaptainAndy@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: ussbansheec@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2006 13:24:03 -0400
_by Senek Menkara and Tuvok
/Chains do not hold a marriage together. It is threads, hundreds of
tiny threads which sew people together through the years. ~Simone Signoret
/The Starfleet presence on Vulcan, even after two hundred years of
partnership, was unobtrusive, blending in as much as possible so as not
to clash (couldn't use the word offend since that required emotional
expression) with Vulcan sensibilities. Even more toward that end,
somebody in the admiralty finally got the brilliant idea that there
ought to be a Vulcan in the office of Fleet liaison. Senek Menkara had
held said office for a good twenty years and, by all accounts from both
sides, was perfectly suited to the job.
It was a good thing that Senek liked his office so much, he supposed,
since he was spending so much time in it. So much time, in fact, that
people had begun to realize that they were more likely to find him there
rather than at home. Home, he thought ruefully as he rubbed at his
cheek, was not some place he would be for quite some time.he was alone,
having sent his aide home hours before, so he felt comfortable letting
out an audible sigh as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"/One would hope that that was purely a physical complaint./"
Senek lifted his head slowly, the mask of calm back in place even if he
was surprised to hear that familiar baritone voice. "I beg your pardon,
Master Tuvok," he said neutrally, using the honorific rather than rank
as he stood to greet his former teacher, "but it has been a most trying
The older Vulcan took note of the vivid, hand shaped emerald bruise on
Senek's cheek but passed no comment. It was small, though, and more
than likely made by a female. Instead, he offered a nod of greeting.
"Then I will assume the cause of that expression was more than
sufficient," Tuvok said mildly. "I went to your home to inquire after
you but I was informed that you were not there."
Senek's answer was, at first, simply a twitch of the corner of his
mouth. He knew then. "Of course. There are projects and reports to be
seen to that could not wait," he explained, dead pan. It was a bald
faced lie, especially since he knew the other man had seen the bruise on
his face. He sought to change the subject. "Can I offer you
refreshment, sir? This office has been particularly well appointed."
"Perhaps some tea," Tuvok said carefully.
That was easy enough, Senek told himself. It was just tea and ready in
no time. He placed the mug in front of his old teacher and joined him
on the low couch. His posture was as upright as ever but the weariness
was visible in his eyes. "My apologies, sir. I did not know you were
back on planet or I would have paid my respects. I have been unusually
"You need not apologize. In fact, that was the reason for my visit.
Has there been word on T'Cerys' ship at all?" Vulcans did not do small
talk nor did they do beat around the bush but there was such a thing as
tact and that Tuvok practiced well.
"Not today--no. Pathfinder 2 is in full swing," Senek said tiredly, not
quite smiling at the other man's involvement with the first one, "but it
is as if they vanished into thin air. That is apparently my fault, in
case you were wondering."
"I hardly thought that the wound was self inflicted," Tuvok stated, now
bringing up the obvious since Senek already had. "It would seem you
were struck by a right handed female."
"Quite correct since T'Aaya /is/ right handed," Senek said wryly. "She
has taken to believing that nothing would have happened to T'Cerys if I
wasn't in Starfleet and, thus, hadn't put the idea in her head to join
as well. This was just the last straw." He rubbed the bruise again.
The thing still hurt. "I've been asked to not show my face there
again. Frankly, it's a good thing you are in civilian attire, sir, or
she might have attacked you as well."
"Is she quite well?" Tuvok asked carefully. Such violence was, after
all, the sign of an unbalanced mind.
"No worse than any one else I suppose," he said, his voice almost sad.
"I've been staying here for the past few days and got the slap when I
went home for some PADDs."
"Perhaps you would do well to seek other lodgings."
"I should. This couch isn't all that comfortable." Seek realized that
he'd slipped in formality but he'd known and respected the other man for
much too long. He knew he'd understand. "I'd actually thought about
seeking you out, Master. I am finding it quite difficult to think that
my only child is missing."
"I am here to serve, Senek," Tuvok said simply. He knew the younger
man's father had died a few years ago and it was an honor to stand in
for the man, so to speak.
If it had been his father, the words would have been 'talk to me, son'
but the effect was the same. "If T'Aaya had her way, T'Cerys would
never have left the planet and probably not her sight. The example that
I set for our daughter has been digging under her skin these past
"Yet you'd taken the child off planet before then," Tuvok pointed out.
"A logical point that earned me this," Senek said as he pointed at his
cheek. "We visited Nan and his family on Earth, we visited Ninitchik to
see the rest of his family...there were so many times and places."
"I seem to recall a visit from the two of you when T'Cerys was a ten
"Oh yes," Senek said, a slight smile crossing his face, despite his
mentor's orthodoxy. This was his child, his beloved girl, they were
talking about after all. "She was very impressed with the Titan, sir,
and I don't think I got any sleep on the way home from all the questions
she asked me."
Tuvok recalled what his wife told him about how the Voyager families
banded together so to speak in the absence of their loved ones.
Logical, he supposed, and it hadn't escaped him that Senek was still
close to his strange Ninitchik friend, even if the man /did/ have a
habit of talking entirely too much.
"If one might suggest," he began, index fingers resting under his chin
in contemplation, "I would say that you ought to go to your mother's
home and get some rest then perhaps seek out your Ninitchik friend."
Senek nodded. It made sense. He knew it made sense but part of him, a
very illogical part, wanted to be home and waiting for his baby girl
when they all came home. But he nodded in agreement. "I should,
especially since his youngest is aboard as well. The two of them and
the two young men who were in their quad for the Academy are all together."
"It is beneficial to have familiar ones nearby," Tuvok stated, making a
Senek sniffed softly in amusement. "T'Cerys and Coaimhe are practically
sisters and T'Cerys and David are, shall we say, rather interested in
each other. I'm very glad they're all together. Master, will you join
me at my mother's for the evening meal? I ought to get going but I do
know you would be most welcomed."
"I thank you for the invitation, Senek, but I must decline for now. I
would ask, though, that you keep me informed as to any developments,"
the older man said as they both stood.
Understanding that he meant both about Banshee and about his wife, Senek
nodded. "Of course, Master." One did not thank logic but there were
ways of making appreciation known nonetheless. "Your visit was most
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