So this is my first Star Trek fanfiction. It's pretty much supposed to take place sometime between the two new movies. I know it's kind of confusing, but this idea first hit me when I saw how distraught Spock was over his mother's death. I hope that it can be considered at least slightly better than garbage. Please leave reviews, I need to know if it's worth continuing or not.

Stardate 2218.46

Amanda raced down the street as fast as she could. She was swinging her arms and legs wildly, and she could only hope that she wouldn't be too late. She turned onto a dirt road, and ran until she was running on the springy grass of the large field. She sighed with relief when she saw the outline of a boy, just a few years taller than her, beginning to stand up. They had made a promise, to meet here, and run away together. But he said that the shuttle would be leaving at just after midnight, and he had to go no matter what. But she still had a choice.

She had desperately wanted to go, but she had been held up. Her older brother had just returned home at half past eleven, completely smashed. He had woken up their parents, and Amanda obviously couldn't just walk out the front door with them hovering around. She had waited until all the excitement was finally over, and she had booked it out of there. Instead of a nice stroll, she was running like her life depended on it.

"Sarek!"

He turned, and when he saw her, his eyes lit up. He hurried to meet her and scoop her up into a hug. He pressed his forehead against hers. "I thought you were going to stay away. I thought…"

She shook her head. "No, I had to come, because I love you. I was afraid you were going to leave without me."

The edges of his mouth twitched up, and that was the Vulcan equivalent of bursting with joy. She knew that the words would always be difficult for him to say. After all, Vulcans were taught their entire lives to suppress emotions. "I would never leave you behind, my t'hy'la."

Amanda shivered at the sound of the sacred word. She knew she never wanted to spend a moment away from the man who was a stranger to her world. True, she was young, and that's why her parents disapproved, but she could feel the strength of their love, and nobody could take that away.

Sarek peered at the heavy looking bag hanging from Amanda's shoulders. "Let me carry that for you. We need to hurry to get to the shuttle station in time."

Amanda hesitated for a moment before slipping the bag off. "Your parents… what will they think?"

Sarek shrugged as he took the extra weight. "I do not care what they think. If they insist on bothering us, I will tell them that it is logical for an ambassador to take a human wife."

Amanda blushed. "Wife?"

Sarek nodded. He traced his thumb over her chin. "You know, this will probably be forever. You are still so young, even by human terms. You should not tie yourself down to me. You will not be able to take another lover again…"

Amanda stood on the tips of her toes to interrupt the Vulcan with a kiss. "I know what I'm doing. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of forever with you. And don't you dare spoil the moment by saying something logical. Now let's go, we have a shuttle to catch."

Sarek, who was, by his own approximation, about five times stronger than Amanda, scooped her up with ease, and began to run. She was slower, and they really were on a strict timetable.

They arrived at the shuttle docking station moments before it shut its doors, and they managed to slip in. Sarek pulled Amanda over to a seat by a window, and they both sat and buckled their safety belts after Sarek put their luggage in the proper storage area.

He would never admit it to anyone, except maybe Amanda, but he was full of fear. He had been so afraid that Amanda had decided not to show up, that she had changed her mind, that she wanted a normal human life.

After about an hour of flying, Amanda was resting her head against Sarek's shoulder, asleep. He looked at her peaceful face with a sudden feeling that he needed to protect her. She was his sun, his universe, and he wasn't going to let anything happen to her. He pressed feather light Vulcan kisses against the open palm of her hand, and was content to stay like that forever.

Suddenly, an ugly blaring alarm tore through his peaceful little world. Amanda slowly sat up, blinking sleepily. "What-?" There was a horrid screeching, and the small shuttle was being torn in two like it was tissue paper. Those few inches between them made all the difference. Before he could react he heard Amanda's scream. He bent over, reaching out for her, but she was beyond his grasp. He was on the bigger half of the wreckage, and the captain managed to steady the ship, and go down for an emergency landing. Sarek couldn't think about anything other than his beloved being ripped from him, replaying over and over in his mind.

Amanda was tumbling around in her half of the shuttle. She was still subconsciously reaching out for Sarek, waiting for him to grab her arms and pull her to the safety of his warm embrace. But the shuttle was whipped around, and Amanda's head was knocked against the metal wall she was strapped to.

Her eyes slid shut as she fell into unconsciousness. She felt a strange sensation, like the whole world was whirling around her in some tie-dye pattern, and her head hurt. She was waiting for someone to wake her up, and tell her that it had all just been a bad dream. But unfortunately, even if there was someone in a position to oblige her, they would have to lie to do so. Because this was no bad dream.