Spirk Drabbles

May You Find Peace - Part One

        A/N: Writing this one took a lot of courage on my part. I've recently had a similar conversation with my own parents that Hannah did with hers, so I would assume you could imagine how emotional I was writing this. I hope you enjoy my newest drabble, and as always...

        ...live long and prosper.

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        "Father?" A voice called from the back of the room.

        Hearing my daughter's call, I turned around to see her standing just inside, trembling. "What is wrong, Hannah?"

        "I've been meaning to talk to you and Dad about something for a long time," she admitted.

        "Why have you not spoken with us about it?"

        "I just couldn't find the courage to do it," she choked, a tear falling down her cheek.

        "It appears you still have not," I told her, becoming concerned.

        "I shouldn't be crying, should I? I'm partly Vulcan, for God's sake!" she sobbed.

        "And three-quarters human, Hannah," Jim commented, entering the room, "You're fine."

        "I guess I'll just say it while you're both here." She took in a ragged breath. "I've noticed lately that I've been having way more panic attacks than normal, having trouble sleeping, and just crying randomly like this. I was wondering if I could get Doctor McCoy to evaluate me for any anxiety disorders."

        Jim and I exchanged concerned glances. "What do you think, Spock? I think we should send her."

        "What she does tell about how she feels is highly suspicious," I concluded, "Hannah, you may go to sick bay and see Doctor McCoy. Tell him everything you have been going through."

        "Thank you so much." Her arms seemed to be a blur as they embraced us tightly. "I'll be back soon. I love you." Hannah left, leaving the two of us alone.

        "I'm glad she told us this," Jim sighed, his tone still worried. "I would never have known. She always seems so joyful."

        That final statement left me thinking about how I, too, suppress my own emotions. She must have inherited a partial ability from myself to do so, but not enough to keep them hidden for a long period of time. It is difficult for my own self, being an adult, but I cannot imagine how hard it must be for a twelve-year-old child...

        "I know how she feels. I am an adult half-Vulcan who has much more experience with supressing emotion; Hannah is only one-quarter Vulcan and twelve years old. It is already difficult for myself, but for Hannah it must seem as though she is completely alone. That is what I felt as a child."

        Jim shook his head. "Do you think she'll be all right?"

        "Of course, ashayam." He rested his head upon my chest and our fingers intertwined in a Vulcan kiss.