We brothers two, what can we do?

Posted on 30 Sep 2025 @ 5:50pm by Lieutenant Sahar
Edited on on 22 Oct 2025 @ 8:13pm

Mission: M4 - Falling Out
Location: Sahar's quarters
1364 words - 2.7 OF Standard Post Measure

Sahar settled down behind the communications panel and tapped the button that activated the screen. " Computer what is the current time on Earth in Okinawa?" there was a bare moment before the computer replied "1100 hours."

“That is excellent, please place a call, Salah residence, Mark personal.” A chime indicated acquiescence and the beginning of his request. It was a few minutes of waiting while the communication network connected itself from source, to relay, to Earth itself and then to the private residence of the Vulcan that he was seeking.

Inside the home the communication terminal was in an office that was sparsely decorated but very elegant. Bookshelves lined every wall, except for a larger padded area under one of the windows, designed for reading. A leather arm chair sat next to the window seat along with a small wood wrought table with a coaster and a cup of tea steaming upon it. It was carved from a giant burl.

“Love?” a woman called across the house “who do you know from Obsidian Command Starbase?”

His brow furrowed in thought, not remembering any contacts that he had on board of a starbase. His brother was in Starfleet but if he was station bound he did not recall “Is that the incoming communication?”

“ Yes dear, do you want me to answer it?”

“ No, I will take it in the study.”

When the communication went live one Vulcan looked at another Vulcan over the course of a million light years. Surprise was visible on the face of the younger Vulcan for only a split second before he recalled his calm and greeted his brother. "Sahar?"

"Salah."

“I am surprised and gratified to hear from you. Is there something amiss?”

“No more so than there ever is." Sahar took a breath and began the story that inspired his call. "Mother and grandmother are having dynastic leanings, and reached out to me in the hopes of convincing me to take a mate. In the conversation that followed I learned that you, I believe the term is ‘eloped’?”

“I am sure that mother had much to say about it.” Salah's voice held a hint of bitterness to its resignation.

“And the Matriarch as well. It was something of a revelation to me, that our matriarch has such speciest beliefs.” He paused taking a sip of his own tea which he imagined mirrored the tea that was on the table behind his brother. They had always had similar tastes in food and drink. “As I do not share in their prejudices in this matter I wish to offer my congratulations, and to perhaps be more informed about your new mate?”

There was a quiet exclamation from the kitchen, as the wedding gift that he had sent them arrived. He spent much time in contemplation about his conversation with the young doctor and had chosen what he hoped was something appropriate. “Oh how lovely.”

The suggestion Dr. Wagner had made, of finding something that was both human and vulcan had kept him thinking long into the night, but he believed he'd found something acceptable. He had sent them a pitcher and several small glasses, that were used in a traditional Vulcan home to greet guests with water. The ritual itself was ancient, and carried with it the welcome of the Vulcan home and clan with which you shared water. The glasses and pitcher were cut out of the same section of Shikaar crystal, by vulcan hands but had been decorated in a human Style. Inlays of wire on the outside of the pitcher depicted clouds around the mouth, and waves around the base. It was a truly elegant piece a combination of Vulcan and human design techniques for a ritual that was purely Vulcan.

The box was itself a piece of art that could be used to store the cups , but also anything else they desired. Hed had it wrapped in furoshiki cloth, in a Japanese manner and tied in an intricate knot. The cloth itself was patterned in a dragon and koi motif, considered to be auspicious. Each cup had been individually wrapped and was wrapped in a different kind of cloth. Clouds, Water, Fire, Lotuses, Mountains and a golden swirling pattern hed found appealing. He'd ordered a robe in that pattern for himself.

It is quite visually pleasing and should be arriving at any moment

The woman's voice rang out again, quiet but clear in the stillness of the home” You must come see this package that just arrived. It's marked from the Star base that you're talking to right now. What's going on?”

‘Attend me my wife” Salah called in a formal manner and she entered the room a few moments later he held up his hand two fingers extended in a gesture he taught her as they were courting. She rested her fingers upon the paths of his and Sahar was gratified to see his brother's eyes closed momentarily at the sensation of the touch. His eyes drifted to the woman that it captured his brother's attention.

She was tall, thin and elegant looking, her oval face and the faint upward tilt to her eyes indicating her native Heritage to the island. Her hair was dark but not black and it curled just a little. He guessed that the length she kept it at kept her curls from being more riotous. It was a deep brown, the color of walnuts and rich soil. Lighter, honey colored highlights decorated her hair, a gift from the Sun.

“She is lovely brother. I see how she captured your attention.” and his brother's eyes opened a fraction wider and the barest hint of green crept up his neck. They were still new to their bond and it was clear that the other man was enjoying the sensation of having his wife so close to him. That also indicated to him that they'd been properly bonded by a priestess.

Interesting.

“My wife may I introduce my brother Sahar. He is a Neuroscientist and neurosurgeon of some repute, and is also a Lieutenant in Starfleet.”

“Brother I make you known unto my wife, Abigail. She is a professor of Oceanography at the University. It is she who brings peace to my soul.” The woman looked guarded and concerned. Her dark eyed gaze flickered between the screen and her husband and Back Again.

“Be at ease sister. I was merely unaware of my brother's affections for you not disapproving of them. I was just telling your mate of our mothers intent to see me wed, again.”

"Again?" Her suspicion left her face though the tension did not leave her shoulders.

“Aye again, I was bonded in my youth as is customary. We were not suited to one another, and she chose the challenge. I did not feel the need to fight for the unwilling.” He was assuming that his brother had explained how they had been pre-selected for other mates before they reached adulthood. Salah had also been challenged and had released his intended to the arms of her Paramour. There were whispers of course as there were always when things occurred that were outside of the normal. Whispers of the elder brother failing his bond and 7 years later the younger brother failing his, were that the Family itself had been blighted. When the youngest had been born and his infirmity had been confirmed that opinion was only whispered about more openly.

"He mentioned it in passing."

"You should be aware of the idiosyncrasies of the family you married into sister."

"Idiosyncrasies?" Abigail laughed gently and settled into a perch upon Salah's knee. "I find that to be quite the understatement."

"It was, but I shan't be the one to overburden you in this. I leave that honor to your husband."

The look she gave him spoke volumes about the depth of their relationship and once more Sahar was surprised by the faint feeling of envy that rose in him at seeing the exchange. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing for him to pursue finding a mate. Slowly and methodically...Scientifically even.

Can such things be pursued scientifically?