Lovers, doctors, new planets, and all things past and present

Posted on 30 Jul 2017 @ 12:33pm by Ambassador Soral Varro

643 words; about a 3 minute read

ON:

Varro rose from a fitful sleep. Things had ended with Grayson as he'd taken a position far from here. He'd not wanted this affair to turn into a few nights but that's what had happened. Sighing he rolled out of bed and stripped heading to the shower. He'd insisted on a water shower in his hotel suite. All he wanted was to go to his house in London but he was stuck here until this inquiry was over.

As the warm water beat down upon his weary body he thought back to the last few days. Starfleet questioning....more like interrogations, diplomatic debriefs, loosing Grayson, the good doctor's invite to join her on her planet, seeing Ilan again and seeing the artist he'd become.

It was all too much. He needed rest, he needed time on his own to meditate to put things right in his mind. Noticing that his skin was pruning he turned off the shower, towelled off and got dressed.

He looked at the clock on the wall. It was well past noon. After a quick lunch he settled with his PADD and started a personal log.

"Varro, personal log. I have been feeling....overwhelmed. Grayson has left and I feel empty. So much has happened that I have been doing much thinking about a lot of things. In this chaos that is about me I need to find time to meditate and relax. I have not done so for a long time.

Perhaps I will go for a walk after dinner to clear my head." Varro stood and walked over to the window before he continued, "Ilan is doing well, his art is powerful and emotional. I see hints of his past of his life growing up and it pains me that I hadn't given him a better life. I should have left Marcus, taken Ilan and away from him. Ilan and I talked at length. We talked about a lot of things. I am proud of the man he's become. He's heading to Bajor now, he's going to have an exhibit there."

Varro paused and sighed, "He's asked if he can change his name from Marcus' last name to mine and I have agreed. He now is my son in every way that counts even though we are not biologically linked.

I regret that he had to leave so soon for Bajor, there is much to talk about, much we did not cover but he must spread his art. I, on the other hand, am going to be meeting with the doctor tomorrow. We've holodeck time so that she can show me her world, the customs, so I can plan my negotiations. I've contacted Vulcan on this and they are keen on getting a foothold on the good doctor's planet. They are worried Starfleet will mishandle things and I can't say that I blame them. I have asked for them to ship some fabrics that are only for Vulcans, a gift that might sway the council in Vulcan's favour."

He settled back into his chair, "I have been feeling restless. The questioning is over for now, I think have a few more appointments but not today or tomorrow. My mind has gone back to a place I visited a long time ago. I have been thinking of going back. A place I haven't been since Marcus died." Even has he said it, voiced the thought he knew that it was a bad idea, it wasn't him. He prided himself in his cool Vulcan side but the El Aurian side was there, wild and untamed and he would not give into it again.

Varro stood and headed to the meditation centre down the street. He needed a bit of rest and some time to think, to get his racing mind under control.

TBC...

Ambassador Soral Varro
Diplomat
Earth

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