A/N: So, anyone who has read my other ST story, The Hand We're Dealt, might remember that in one of the chapters, Sarek told his son how he bonded Amanda against her will and took her to Vulcan when she ran off. I had fully intended to just leave it at that, as I actually never originally planned to include them at all, but then this popped into my head, and since it won't go away, I figured I should probably just go ahead and put it out there. Can't promise regularly scheduled updates, but reviews always help

This will be the First, and ONLY, Disclaimer, so please take it as a given that it covers the rest of this story: I don't own Star Trek. It was invented long before I was twinkle in my parent's eyes, to borrow a favorite euphemism. I can only take credit for this particular variation of the Sarek & Amanda plot.

A/N 2: I have absolutely no idea what to title this, so I'm open to suggestions.

Sarek waited, internally impatient but outwardly calm, for the shuttle to land. Their departure from Vulcan had been delayed by one of the human doctors participating in the educational exchange, and being unable to make up the time was now arriving on Earth only two hours before his first meeting as the new Ambassador to Earth. He did not like to be so ill-prepared, or to have so little time. He should have had a full day to acclimate to his surroundings and prepare for his meeting with the humans.

"Ambassador, we have arrived at the shipyard. A hover car is waiting for you that will take you directly to the embassy."

"That is acceptable."

He stood as the door opened and strode down the platform, his robes billowing around him as he made his way to the hover car. He took only his briefcase with him, knowing his few belongings would be delivered to his apartment at the embassy. He could not waste time with unpacking when he had such limited time before his appointment. He knew that this first meeting with the human government would set the tone for all future meetings, and there was much that must be settled.

"Your apartment is ready, Ambassador," he was informed when he returned to the Embassy six hours later, "if you're hungry, I'll have a tray sent up for you."

"That is appropriate, Miss—" he did not know the young woman's name. They had not been introduced before his meeting, and he'd had no opportunity to learn the names of the few humans who staffed the embassy.

"Stafford, Ambassador. Lynette Stafford."

"Miss Stafford."

He stepped away, intent on reaching his new accommodations, when he realized that the human had remained where she was. She looked as if she expected something from him.

"Was there something you required, Miss Stafford?"

His expression was stern, and purposely so. He was fatigued, in need of meditation after his meeting, and was ill-equipped to deal with an overly emotional human.

"No. Have a good night, sir."

He briefly wondered if she had some sort of disease or disability that caused her to walk incorrectly. Instead of simply walking straight, her hips swayed from side to side. Perhaps she had a balance problem? His interactions with humans were limited, he would admit, but he'd never seen a human walk in that manner.

Not wasting any more thoughts on the woman, he made his way through the halls to his apartment. He had purposely memorized the layout of the embassy before landing so that he would not need a guide to find his way around.

The apartment was far larger than necessary, and he had no doubt that the building had been constructed by humans. Humans tended to build things much larger than they needed to be. No doubt they intended this apartment to be able to accommodate a family; humans did seem uncomfortable with separation from their spouses, judging from his few observations and the information relayed to him from his predecessor. Vulcans did not suffer from such a condition. Even if he was still bonded, it would be illogical for Sarek to expect his wife to leave behind her work on Vulcan simply because he desired her presence.

He found that his meditation mat and incense burner were already set out. Once he had consumed a meal he would utilize them. In anticipation of that event he changed into his meditation robes. It was appropriate, as he had no other engagements for the evening.

Exactly twenty minutes after he arrived, a knock on his door alerted him that his meal was ready. The woman he'd encountered before was standing in the hallway, a tray in her hands.

"Dinner, sir. Where would you like me to set it?"

"I will take it, Miss Stafford. You may retire for the evening."

When she didn't immediately respond, he turned his attention to her, and realized that she was not listening to him. Her gaze seemed fixed on his torso, rather than his face, or even the apartment, as he would have expected of a curious human. What a strange creature this Lynette Stafford was. His physical appearance (apart from his ears) was no different than a human male. There was no discernible reason for her staring.

"Miss Stafford."

He spoke louder, and she actually jumped and looked up at him, startled by his speaking.

"I will take my food, Miss Stafford. You may retire for the evening."

Her face took on a reddish hue as the blood began to rush to her face. Strange, she did not appear feverish.

"Are you unwell, Miss Stafford?"

"No, sir. Have a good night, sir."

She left, walking at a much faster pace than she had during their previous meeting, and he heard her muttering to herself. Humans were such strange beings. He would have to be more observant of their customs, so that he dealt with them properly.

Consuming a meal and meditating proved helpful in processing the day's events for his report to the High Council. He was uncertain of the tone of the meeting with the human government. They had seemed friendly and accommodating, but he felt in their thoughts a hidden worry, and in the minds of some, a feeling of insult that the Vulcans had dared to send them an inexperienced ambassador. Several seemed to believe that because he had not served in an ambassadorial position before, he lacked the knowledge to perform his duties. He was considered unqualified in the minds of some, which disturbed him; he could read their resolve to not treat him seriously, and their belief that they could take advantage of his inexperience.

After carefully processing the emotions the day's meeting had engendered, he was able to set them aside and focus on the events themselves. He was able to create a thorough report and send it off to T'Pau, and proceed to the next task that awaited him. There were a number of invitations from some of those humans he had dealt with earlier, those few who had not been adverse to his presence, had in fact welcomed him into his new position. Those would be the individuals whom he would cultivate. He would, of course, make the effort to understand the positions of his opponents, but it would not be a productive use of his time to attempt to change their opinion of him. Only time working together would alter their perceptions of his abilities.