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frigga doesn't have a favorite (aproudmother) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-06-24 02:08:00

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WHO: Amanda Grayson & Spock
WHAT: Mother and son finally talk
WHEN: After the sound is back on
WHERE: Colligo Streets
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress

Now that there wasn't a threat looming over there heads anymore, Amanda's offer to go out for awhile so that George could talk to his wife in person and in private wasn't met with worry that something would jump out of nowhere and eat her alive. She understood that dangers that they had been facing better now. Now that they had passed. And while she had understood the protectiveness that had been exhibited towards her, that didn't make her like it any more. It was nice now to be able to enjoy herself without worrying that she would give someone a fit by being out. They might have been prisoners, but there were few places that Amanda could think of that would have been better to be locked up in.

The climate was temperate. The weather was always perfect. The scenery was enjoyable in far more ways than one. And for the first time in quite awhile, she didn't have to wear a shawl to protect her face every time that she stepped outside. If she didn't allow herself to dwell on things in the not so distant past or focus too heavily on the fact she was missing her husband something dreadfully, she could really enjoy herself here. Unfortunately, at the moment, the only thing at the forefront of her mind was how much she would have liked to have her husband here with him, if only so that he could know she was all right.

Happy as she was for George, she couldn't help but be jealous.

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meritsofemotion
2009-06-24 02:04 am UTC (link)

The threat of the creatures that had attacked Doctor McCoy had past and sound was once again returned to the city in which they were all being kept as veritable prisoners. For those things - excluding the prisoner situation, of course - Spock would admit he was pleased. And now that their surroundings weren't nearly as hostile as they'd become for those few, dark weeks, he was once again free to explore. Strictly in the name of scientific discovery, of course.

Leaving the housing complex and making his way toward the district that housed shops that didn't quite fit into the rest of the booming metropolis, Spock took note of the fact that even his clearly non-human appearance didn't so much as cause a second glance by the inhabitants. Every so often he'd pass by someone who was also not from this place and would be privy to a second-glance or possibly a slightly wide-eyed expression, but thus far he had to admit that both the locals and other captives were extremely accepting of someone who most certainly didn't look the same as the majority of them.

Rather rapidly, Colligo was shaping up to be a much more tolerable place than either Earth or Vulcan of his time.

It was as he was passing by a row of shops and caught the eye of a small girl who was waving at him with a smile from a nearby window that he noticed an all too familiar reflection just off to the side and across the street. Pausing, he tipped his head in acknowledgment of the child before turning to seek out the person he'd just spotted. Sure enough up ahead was his mother, sans the shawl he was so accustomed to seeing her wear, making her way along the opposite sidewalk.

It took Spock less than a second to decide whether or not to approach her, part of him (even if he would never admit it out loud) happy to see her. He'd been meaning to stop by and speak with her, but had yet to make the time. This, he decided, was the perfect opportunity and he immediately crossed the street and began to approach her.

Falling into step beside his mother, Spock peered down at her as he commented simply, "Good afternoon, Mother. I assume you are enjoying the ability to once again move about without the need of an escort?"

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aproudmother
2009-06-24 02:21 am UTC (link)

Having spotted her son's approach out of her peripheral vision, Amanda had started grinning long before he'd even gotten close to her, but she had waited until he initiated the conversation before reacting to his presence. When it came to her son and her husband, Amanda had never been one to give Vulcan standards of conduct when it came to physical contact much consideration. In public, especially on Vulcan, she had always been mindful of the standards and had endeavored to adhere to it, but in private or in locations where the Vulcan standards would not be expected so rigidly, she had allowed herself the human weakness that was the need for physical contact with those that she loved.

So it took her about a split second between deciding and doing as she reached out and slipping her arm around her son's, grinning up at him, "I never needed an escort. The pattern that seemed to have been made of attacking people in their beds while they slept makes it rather clear that I was in more danger locked up in my room than I ever would have been roaming the streets."

All right. That statement came out a little more self-assured and haughty than she had meant it to.

"But I appreciate the concern all the same."

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meritsofemotion
2009-06-25 09:09 pm UTC (link)

If Spock was uncomfortable with the physical contact, he certainly didn't show it and had wouldn't have commented. He'd long since learned that, when it came to most things, it was best to simply let his mother have her way. She was oft times going to do what she wanted regardless and, logically, if his father rarely won an argument or debate against her, Spock stood an even less likely chance. Therefore there was no point in really making much of an effort.

Except, of course, those times when it was obvious that he was very much his mother's son and refused to back down from a discussion as well.

So as her arm intertwined with his and she spoke, already he had a rebuttal in mind and wasted but a few scant seconds before replying with it. "Perhaps," he began. "However, to my knowledge, you were rarely alone in that location either. I do believe Commander Kirk made a point of remaining within your shared domicile as much as he was able to ensure your safety."

Spock peered down at her, a flicker of affection in his eyes. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared but something told him she knew it was there. She always knew.

Turning his gaze to the direction they were now walking, he changed the subject with a simple, "Do you have a specific destination in mind for today's venture?"

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aproudmother
2009-06-25 09:40 pm UTC (link)

Annoyingly, he was right. And if he had been Sarek, she would have rebutted with a clearly illogical argument meant only to throw him off and allow her to regain some footing in the argument, but this was her son so instead, she was more than willing to concede the point. Even as much as it chaffed her to do so. "He camped outside the door to my room to make sure that they would have to go through him first," Amanda said, shaking her head. It was gallant and noble and had eventually become downright irritating.

But still, it was a matter of the past, but right now, she didn't want to think about that. So the change of the subject was more than appreciated even if she didn't have any way to answer it properly.

"Not especially," Amanda said, glancing up at him. "I vacated the room for a little while so George and Winona could have some privacy. Thought I might take the opportunity to pick up my investigations where I left off before. The forest, for one, I find entirely intriguing."

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meritsofemotion
2009-06-25 11:02 pm UTC (link)

Ah. George and Winona. Yes, Spock could imagine that the two of them had quite a bit to discuss. He could also imagine that it would likely be some time, courtesy of the untimely arrival of his mother, that the Captain would make himself available to either of them - or his crew. Logically, it made very little sense, yet Spock couldn't fault the man for his reservations. Clearly Winona Kirk was as much of a sore spot for him as, well, Amanda was for Spock. Although for very different reasons, of course.

The thought of having lost his mother was one that didn't sit well with the Vulcan-Human hybrid and so he opted not to dwell on it. She was here now. She had someone managed to fall from that cliff and directly into this city. Logical or not, there was no disputing that fact and he wasn't about to question it either. Instead he was simply going to spend what time he could with her and not think about what would happen should they ever leave and return to their own time and reality.

"The forest. Of course," Spock replied as she stated a potential location. Were he willing to show emotion, there would certainly have been an amused smile upon his face. As it was there was a slight sardonic twinge to his tone. Barely noticeable if you didn't know to look for it, and certainly something he would have done his utmost to avoid were he on Vulcan or his father present. It was there, though, if only for benefit of the woman walking beside him and the knowledge that he really should have known that his mother would pick what was potentially the most dangerous location in all of Colligo to explore first.

"I currently have no pressing engagements. Would you care for some company?" he questioned next, once again peering down at her with a carefully neutral expression on his face. He wouldn't press her on this. The danger - or at least the most recent threat - had passed and he wasn't going to make her have someone with her while she explored the city unless she wished it to be so.

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aproudmother
2009-06-25 11:24 pm UTC (link)

Amanda had become quite accustomed to catching the subtle shifts in her son's attitude that marked the under laying his emotional state. Worry, fear, anger, grief, and happiness all showed through in their varying degrees despite what either he or his father might have thought in all Vulcans if one was willing to watch them carefully enough, but Amanda found that most of the time, she didn't even have to watch her son like she might have his father in order to catch the clues. No, there were times that he provided them quite readily.

"Oh, I'm not that bad," Amanda retorted with a laugh, having caught the edge in his voice. "It's just that you don't often see a forest bump right up into a city like this. There's usually a gradual tapering off from urban to rural areas. It's almost like someone just picked up the city and slapped it down into the middle of... Well, whatever is surrounding it," She said, grinning up at him. "Aren't you the least bit curious?"

That question was really unnecessary. She was sure that he was. There wasn't any possible way that he couldn't be. But still, sometimes it helped to prod at the point.

"And you know as well as I do that I am never going to refuse your company," Amanda said as she reached out, smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothing. "Three years is a long time, my son. It is good to see you again."

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meritsofemotion
2009-06-26 12:19 am UTC (link)

The constant fussing was something that, while comforting, also served to make him a bit uncomfortable as well. The fussing over him, the mothering, no other child on Vulcan had been treated the same by their mother and it had been quite a source of ridicule for Spock during his youth. Now that he'd suffered the loss of his mother, however, he had to admit that Amanda being, well, Amanda, didn't make him as uncomfortable as it once had. In some way, as illogical as he would readily admit it was, he was grateful for the attention. Including the smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothing.

"You as well, Mother," he replied softly as he peered down at her. He didn't smile, but his expression did flicker into one of very brief amusement as he relented, "And you are correct. A rural expanse in a clearly urban setting is certainly grounds for scientific exploration fueled by curiosity."

His attention returned to the path in front of them at that statement. Sure enough, his mother was right. The forest that was looming up ahead was as off-putting and unusual in appearance as he had been during his days at Starfleet Academy. A far cry from the norm, to be certain.

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aproudmother
2009-06-26 12:59 am UTC (link)

"It's as beautiful as it is worrying," Amanda said, her eyes scanning over the horizon with a soft wistfulness. It had been a long time since she had seen a forest, practically since she was a kid, and there was something about the woody smell that was filling the air the closer that they got to the edge of the city that was provoking memories and feelings that she hadn't thought about for ages as well as a sharp homesickness that hadn't plagued her for years. But none of that could be an issue now. She'd worry about it later when she'd gotten back to her room and had a proper chance to clear her head of all of those old ghosts.

"It's right up on the buildings, practically on top of a few of them," She said, observing how a few of the canopies on the trees closest to the city edge hung directly over some of the shorter structures. "There doesn't even seen to be any sign of construction disturbance. Those trees are at least fifty years old, some of them look to be more like a hundred. These buildings couldn't have been here that long. They're in too good of a repair."

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