Tish Hokni'es Kwi'shoret // Spirk

Chapter 21: An Illogical Breakfast (Motherly Advice)

Jim had been sleeping for a few hours now, and Spock was still as distraught as ever. He needed to talk to someone, but only someone he trusted.

Spock needed his mother.

Spock pulls Jim off of himself and gets out of his bed. He notices Jim's PADD sitting on the bedside table. Spock grabs it and turns it on, the soft glow of the screen casting a dim light over the room. He then proceeds to enter all the necessary communication information and waits for the line to be established. A few more moments and Amanda's face appears onscreen.

"Spock! It's so good to see your face again. I miss you. It's so strange not having you home." She swoons. In the background, Spock could see the various native Vulcan flora of his mother's garden and the deep red sky of a sunset. The time difference had slipped Spock's mind completely.

"I am in need of advice." Spock replies sullenly.

Amanda's joyous smile drops to a serious, calculating press of lips. It was the same face she would put on when she was in public or around Vulcans. "Is Jim okay?" She questions. Not even light years apart could squander her mother's intuition.

"He has fallen ill once again." Spock informs her.

"How is that possible? Pon Farr is over, is it not?"

Spock glances over to his sleeping husband, who had since curled himself tightly around a pillow. "It is a different problem, one he has had carried since a small child. Jim suffers from incapacitating migraines and his usual medication has had no effect."

Amanda furrows her brows. Something wasn't adding up. "Migraines? Medication? Jim seemed more than healthy when he was here on Vulcan."

This was also what had befuddled Spock. "His ailments ceased upon our meeting."

"...and now he's fallen ill again?"

"Yes."

"This all leads to you as the cause, and with that, the cure." She determines

And there it was again. Someone else telling him that 'it was his fault' and that he needed to 'fix Jim' "I do not know what to do, mother. How do I help him?" There was an air of pleading desperation that neither had missed.

Amanda couldn't bear having her son in such an emotionally compromising situation, so she closes her eyes and searches her motherly brain for a solution. After a few tense minutes, she remembers something. "Spock, do you remember when you approached me about wishing to be bonded?"

"Yes." Of course, he remembered, he had a superior memory capability. He just wasn't sure why that piece of information was relevant.

"You were asking me about what your father and I had felt before we were bonded and if Sarek had felt a certain emptiness. I assumed that you were experiencing an emptiness prior Jim?"

"That is correct." Spock nods.

Amanda continues on. "Did that emptiness ever cause you pain?"

"Minimal, yet I had no trouble managing it."

"Okay, so if you were experiencing pain where your telepathic bond was supposed to be, would you not assume that Jim would have also experienced pain? Imagine if you didn't have the psychic ability to identify, monitor and control that missing part of your mind. Would his pain not be multiplied by those factors?"