One hundred fifty-eight was surprisingly an old age where Ambassador Spock was still going strong. He was the equivalent of the age seventy-three in earth years with white hair, his once adam's apple lowered surrounded by wrinkles, his face not smooth and clear as it had been but slightly more older but prominent. He had a impressive career in Star Fleet by Vulcan standards. Serving under Captain Christopher Pike for eleven years, four months, and five days and thirty-three minutes. Until it was decided he was transferred to another vessel called the USS Endeavor that was studying a subject called Genesis. It was a intriguing mission. Spock ensured a team of humans progress on the project. He had a hand in that. Logically,life could not be created by protoform matter. It would only back fire, make the planet rapidly age, and then destroy itself in the meanwhile. The project went smoothly for a good decade. It didn't really go anywhere in space just on a dead moon. Spock, in that time, had married his betrothed during the event. Captain Lewis Strong made sure Spock arrived. Spock requested that he and Doctor Leland not attend the wedding in the polite way he could. Mostly because he had to face Stonn which he had no knowledge of him in the mean time.

Spock killed Stonn for T'Pring.

Spock would later have two sons, half Vulcan surprisingly and the other pure Vulcan. They were Shawk and Erin. It was T'Pring who insisted on naming the son with the human ears Erin. It was only logical since he had the pointy eyebrows. Shawk was betrothed long before his birth. Erin was betrothed as soon as they discovered in the ultra sound that there were two. It was illogical then to be surprised during a extended Shore Leave on Vulcan. Spock watched his sons grow up. Only for Erin to come out to his father during the twenty year long mission on the Genesis project that he was in the wrong body. It was quite logical since he dressed up as a girl when Erin arrived. It was only more troubling when it became apparent that the arranged marriage would have two females. Erin revealed that she had met her arranged one and that T'Fern was the reason why she had finally come out of her life choice. Needless to say, Spock approved of the decision.

Spock would later command a starship of his own. A patrol vessel along the neutral zone. He spent ten years as a captain. Then he accepted the request of becoming an Ambassador. He wanted to be closer to his family then when Erin had informed him of her recent adoption of a Romulan child only engineered to have red hair. At the idea of a red head Romulan that made his eyebrows go up his hairline. Amanda, oh Amanda, she would be happy either way. To be a grandparent once more. Shawk only had one son who became a doctor. A Vulcan doctor specializing in helping others. Spock's duties as an Ambassador took him to many places. So, one day, he took his granddaughter to a visit on Gallios Twelve with her sitting on his shoulders and her fatty fingers reached out toward the giraffe like creature that had its head lowered down toward them. It was one of the moments where Spock truly felt at peace. Velma, her legal name, would later regard Spock as 'BEST GRANDPARENT EVER' for a variety of reasons Spock would deny. Such as taking her to a planet full of monkeys that could talk and walked on fours and had these strange technology.

Spock realized how much time was passing when his son Shawk died during duty on the USS Enterprise A. It was 2293, on April 2nd, at three forty-three PM that he lost his son. He could feel the family bond snapping. Yet, he did not make a sound. Cry. And he silent grieved. The passing years afterwards were a blurr to Spock. But what wasn't a blurr was the times he had with Velma. The only thing that remained of Shawk was his widow and his newborn second granddaughter Amber. Spock slowly watched the people he once served with passing away sometimes like flies. His first captain Christopher Pike had passed away in 2315. His mind was a unique one. His grandchildren were alive. For awhile that was all that mattered to him when off duty as an Ambassador.

And yet. . .

Here, he was, signalling a new age by finally establishing unification with Vulcans and Romulans. It had taken almost half a decade to establish. Sela was staring right at him. Her eyes judging him. Her face youthful as ever. And here, he sat, old, with his hands together on the table. The Romulans had lost Remus due to a unknown force. It was far unknown what had struck it but it was only debris. Rocks floating in space. Spock could feel there was a void inside. T'Pring died ten years, eight months, two weeks, seven days, two hours, and thirty-three minutes ago. She was in his arms on his brief visit to Vulcan. Spock soothed her to sleep, in his trembling arms, until her eyes closed. That day Spock never cried. Not a tear. It surprised him how emotionless he was. The room was filled with silence. And that silence had been eating away at him for the past decade.

"So if the Federation helps us with our little problem. . ." Sela said.

"Federation cannot rebuild planets," Spock said, calmly. "They can only provide aid. And Vulcans are rather open to allowing Romulans working alongside their minerys on three colony planets."

"Three colony planets?" Sela said. "You must think of me as a fool!"

Sela stood up.

"I am no fool," Spock said. "But the only fool here is someone refusing to accept help." It was his turn to stand up. He could feel a pain in his heart. So many swirling emotions were suddenly brought up to light. "If you would like Romulus to regain its reputation then at least begin accepting you are not always going to be the strongest force in the galaxy."

"We are Romulans." Sela said.

"Romulans are related to Vulcans." Spock said.

"Because we have pointy ears!" Sela said, her hands balled up into fists.

"And our blood is green." Spock said.

"So?" Sela said.

"I would name the eyebrows but it is a highly illogical choice," Spock acknowledged. "Sometimes, we Vulcans, are illogical as you are."

Sela folded her arms.

"You are half human yourself. Half Humans don't live that long." Sela said.

Spock raised an eyebrow.

"Are you suggesting you may or may not have poisoned my drink?" Spock asked.

"No, I am not." Sela said. "But I wouldn't be the first to be tempted."

"Maybe your drink was poisoned. Perhaps there is someone right behind these doors who would be more suited for this duty." He was behind his seat. "Someone like . . . ." Spock paused, having trouble with the name of the captain. It started with a 'J' and ended with 'P'. Right, the bald Frenchman. "Jean-Luc Picard." Spock clenched his chair. His control over his emotions was slowly failing. Spock was pulling a wild card. Spock had recommended this man. Spock was going to retire after this exchange. "I have heard your encounters with him were better suited for you."

Sela glared at the aged Vulcan.

"You can't do that. He is not even an Ambassador." Sela said.

"You forget who's ship you are on." Spock said.

Sela grid her teeth.

"His." Sela said.

"And I can, at this given moment, resign my commission and allow my replacement to come in and take the reigns." Spock explained, his fingers were trembling. "As you say, I am a old fool. . ." Spock paused looking at the space ahead brought back to something he recalled from the past. It was like he was somewhere else. A hundred years from now. Sela's growl snapped Spock out of it. However Spock looked at Sela with the most puzzled expression on his face. "Excuse me. . . have we met?"

"Nice trick." Sela said with a twitch of her eyebrow.

"What trick?" Spock asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"Faking amnesia for the sake for unifying Vulcans and Romulans." Sela said.

Spock lowered his eyebrow.

"Romulans and Vulcans?" Spock said. His voice giving away the disbelief. "Unifying?"

Spock looked down toward the seat then he noticed the indention and his fingers were relaxed. The idea sounded foreign to him. The idea sounded insane. Unreasonable. And irrational. They were too defensive to unify. Lewis had once talked about the idea of Romulans and Vulcans coming together, leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin. It was only yesterday. Captain Lewis was a bright captain who believed Romulans and Klingons would join the federation willingly for the same peace they worked so hard for. The idea itself was far fetched and skeptical but not to Captain Lewis. Spock then noticed his hands were no longer flat, healthy, and . . . Oh no, Spock just forgot everything. He was having an episode, logically. His second episode. Doctor Leland referred to them as episodes when this happened to Spock when someone randomly messed with his aging. Spock briefly closed his eyes then reopened them. He saw the same pair of hands with the same long sleeve.

"My apologies." Spock stiffened himself. "But I am unfit for being in my current role." He raised both eyebrows. "Which is?"

"Ambassador Spock, you are uncalled for this trick!" Sela leaned her hands on the table with a scowl on her face. "Stop bluffing."

"Vulcans do not lie." Spock replied.

"You are half Vulcan." Sela reminded Spock.

Spock met her eyes.

"Of course I am," Spock said. "My father loved my mother. It was logical to choose someone who shared the same flaming, burning passion, and emotions." Sela straightened appearing to be puzzled. "Vulcans do feel. But our emotions, like yours, got out of control. Which is why we control them rather than have them purged. Purging our emotions is illogical. And denying them. . ." He looked down toward the seat encountering a strange feeling from his eyes. "Is highly illogical. . ." Crying is logical. Spock looked up toward Sela. "Right now I am having a difficult time controlling mine." Spock's voice was trembling as he could feel the tears were coming out. His voice made it seem that he was about to break. "These negotiations are over."

Spock came toward the doors where they opened before his eyes.

"Ambassador," Came a golden tilted man. He was in captain uniform complete with the pips. The man tilted his head. "Are you all right?"

Oh no.

Spock has been having an episode this entire time. He expected a bald man.

"Captain," Spock said. "I am emotionally compromised. I will submit my resignation."

And then he started to fall.

"Ambassador!" The golden man shouted, his arms out reached.