The Naming

The Naming

By Distracted

Rating: PG
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Paramount. No infringement intended.
Genre: “Sincerest Form of Flattery” Challenge, humor
Summary: What if TnT had gone to Vulcan for other reasons than a blackmail induced marriage? Here’s an AU version of what might have happened. After serious consideration, I have decided to channel an author for whom I have the utmost respect. I sincerely apologize in advance for what I am about to do. : P

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“My father was fond of saying that he would have never lived to become the president of the Federation without the help of his friends. In particular, he loved to tell stories about Commander Charles Tucker the Third, better known now in interplanetary diplomatic circles as Trip of Vulcan. I have always wondered why the Vulcans all ended up calling Charles Tucker by his childhood nickname. They’re usually so proper about things like that. I asked once, and couldn’t get a straight answer. I have my own theory, though. It’s short, easy to pronounce, and has consonants fore and aft just like every other Vulcan name. Why the hell not?”

Admiral Maria Irena Sanchez-Archer, from “Memoirs of a First Daughter”

T’Pol led her chosen mate onto the sand. They didn’t speak. The time for speaking was long past. She’d outfitted him in the traditional manner of her people. The long, loose robes and flowing head covering hid his non-Vulcan attributes well. He moved gracefully in them, as if he’d been born to wear them. She suppressed her pride in him with some effort. Now was not the time for unseemly emotion. They began walking. The eerie cry of a wild sehlat sounded in the rocky valley. He pushed ahead of her with his phase pistol drawn.

Still he protects me, even here, she thought. It made no sense. She was much more capable of self defense in the thin atmosphere of her homeworld than he was, even with the triox. She made no comment, though. He was so human… and so male. It was expected.

They approached the entrance to the cave complex where her forefather had agreed to meet them. T’Pol’s father had died young. His father, on the other hand, was still very much alive. Stev was an eccentric for a Vulcan. Shortly after the death of his mate, when T’Pol’s father had still been a relative youngster, unmarried and just starting out with the Science Directorate, Stev had disappeared into the wastes of the desert surrounding his ancestral home. He’d surfaced occasionally since then. Once, she’d been told, for his parent’s marriage, once for the occasion of her birth, and she’d seen him once as a child, standing on the outskirts of her clan’s burial grounds at the entombment of her father’s body. He was the eldest of her male relatives still living. Tradition required that he approve her choice of mate. Why he actually thought he had the right to do so puzzled her, but she hadn’t challenged it when he’d contacted her. It was a male thing, and therefore incomprehensible.

A figure appeared at the cave’s entrance. He was lean and straight, not at all what she’d expected of an almost 200 year old. His face was hidden by the veils of his head covering. Her companion strode boldly up to the mouth of the cave with his weapon drawn. She eyed him warily, and then followed him. She pulled her weapon as well.

Will he fire upon my forefather? What could he possibly be thinking?

The man at the cave entrance pulled the veil from his face. He was unarmed save for a well-oiled lirpa. His hair was steely grey, and his face was weathered and lined, but his dark eyes were fixed with alertness on his opponent.

“I am Stev, first forefather of the one you would claim as mate,” he told him in a voice as harsh and dry as the desert wind. “State your claim. Prove your worthiness to join my clan.”

Her mate pushed back his head covering, revealing hair like burnished gold gleaming in the light of the setting suns. His blue eyes narrowed in his dusty face. His weapon stayed up.

“I don’t hafta prove myself to anybody, but if ya plan to take her from me, you’re in for a fight, Grampa!” he replied defiantly.

T’Pol raised a brow, and looked from one man to another with a disbelieving look on her face.

They can’t possibly be serious!

The ancient Vulcan raised a brow at the human. His lips pursed slightly. Then he turned to T’Pol.

“This man has claimed you, daughter of my son… do you find him worthy?” he asked.

T’Pol stared back at the old Vulcan. He certainly had nerve. Without an introduction, without even an attempt at a formal greeting, he’d challenged herdecision. Who was he to tell her what to do? She debated just shooting the old geezer right there on the spot… and then realized that her bond with her mate was affecting her judgment.

“I do,” she replied dryly. Then she sheathed her phase pistol and deliberately walked to her mate. His eyes met hers, and his face broke out in a wide, childlike and positively irresistible smile. He sheathed his weapon and extended two fingers toward her. She reached out, and closed her eyes at the deliciously seductive tingle that ran through her body as their fingertips touched. Then she opened her eyes and faced Stev.

Her forefather nodded approvingly. Then he turned to her companion with a solemn expression.

“Charles Tucker, my son’s daughter finds you worthy. Before you are accepted as a man of our clan, however, it is customary for you to choose a name of manhood… one which only our people may call you. What would you like to be called?”

Her mate’s vivid eyes widened in surprise, and he looked back at her for support. She nodded her encouragement with a raised brow.

It’s your own name, you stubborn man. You have to choose it! she thought with exasperation. I can’t do it for you! He gave her a puzzled look, almost as if he’d heard her thoughts. They’d have to have a talk about the extent of their bond when all of this was over.

His face twisted then into his customary “deep thought” expression, with his tongue buried deeply in one cheek. T’Pol could practically see… no, she could definitely feel… the wheels turning inside of his head. His eyes went up to the setting suns. They narrowed in the glare.

“What do your astronomers call that triangle shaped shadow on the surface of your second sun, there?” he asked, shielding his eyes and pointing.

Stev looked taken aback by the question.

“Han-sharu Los’rak Surak,” he replied in a puzzled voice. “Why do you ask?”

The human shook his head wryly. “It’s kinda longer than I expected,” he said in a disappointed voice. He looked up hopefully at Stev. “What does it mean?”

Stev cocked his head and raised a brow at the human’s foolish questions. “Surak’s Left Nostril,” he replied in a deadpan voice.

There it was. T’Pol was sure of it. She was feeling her mate’s overpowering need to break out into a belly laugh. There was no other explanation. The feeling certainly wasn’t hers.

Her mate grinned uncomfortably at her forefather. He was biting his lip the way he customarily did just prior to a most unseemly demonstration of hilarity.

“On second thought, Gramps… why don’t ya just call me Trip,” he said.

End

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A whole mess of folks have made comments

What? No Muad'dib? Nice one, Dis. Although I have to admit, my own love for the first "Dune" book is legendary and I picked up on the style immediately...

Same here loved Dune and saw the style after the first paragraph. Nicely done, a very fine parody.

I won't dispute the majority conclusion. Not being that familiar with Dune, I can't say for sure. But it sounds about right to me.

Wonderful and sweet.

And you spoiled one of the babies' names! *cries* A naming in more than one sense, eh?

Very nice. "Dune" is one of my top two favorite books.

I knew I recognized it from somewhere. Frank Herbert suits you, m'dear. And I absolutely loved the "Maria Ilena" bit. Nicely done. :)

*Irena. Apparently I have a very short memory. *sigh* Once again, awesome! :)

I'm glad you guys liked it. I sorta figured it would be pretty obvious when I had the idea, so I focused on doing the best job I could manage with it.

And HopefulNebula, this is AU, so I can still call the babies anything I want to, but the name suits a hardnosed Starfleet Admiral, don't you think? : D

Don't look at the sun! You might go blind! Other than that great story. Especially well done--a nice selection of Trip's adorable expressions. I can totally "see" them.

Best line: “I don’t hafta prove myself to anybody, but if ya plan to take her from me, you’re in for a fight, Grampa!”

Go Trip! Why play by THEIR silly rules?

Don't look at the sun! You might go blind! Other than that great story. Especially well done--a nice selection of Trip's adorable expressions. I can totally "see" them.

Best line: “I don’t hafta prove myself to anybody, but if ya plan to take her from me, you’re in for a fight, Grampa!”

Go Trip! Why play by THEIR silly rules?

Although I read Dune years ago, and the sequels too, I hadn't a clue what author you had in mind.
Very nice story though, kinda cloak and dagger - the mysterious Stev. Guess I will just detour around this challenge and wait for the next one to come along.

Hee. I love Dune. Will their next daughter be named Chani?

nicely done

Excellent!