Kirk got out of the patrol car, partnerless, as usual. He walked around the patrol car coming up the stairs looking down toward the piece of paper that he held in his hand. Leonard wanted some closure on this before moving on completely regarding the matter. The man had just gone up and left the doctor before he could make a goodbye. Or was their conversation a goodbye, regardless? Kirk was going between one subject to the next regarding the possibility. His friend was still reeling from the divorce. He wasn't really open to getting into another relationship so soon. Spock, however, had just torn through that wall within two nights. It was a miracle. Astounding, even. He came to the door then rang the doorbell taking his hat off placing it to his side. A older woman opened the door.

"Hello?" Amanda paled. "is. . . Is he dead?"

"Who, ma'am?" Kirk asked.

"My son," Amanda said.

"No, I am just here for a friend," Kirk returned with a smile. "Just wants some closure."

"Oh, another girlfriend," the older woman relaxed.

"Boyfriend," Kirk corrected her. "Miss Grayson, your son was five years old when he vanished. Do you have any idea why he would be making appearances all of a sudden?"

"No idea," Amanda said. "I raised him. . . Feel like I should."

"I am sorry," Kirk said.

"I rarely see him and his father these days. . ." she grew a sad demeanor. "sometimes I wonder if he is all right or not."

"Well, he made quite the impression on my friend," Kirk said. "is his name really Harold?"

"Yes," Amanda said, with a nod. "if he didn't fly with him, consider your friend lucky."

"Why?" Kirk asked.

"Because that is the only thing that he will think about," Amanda said.

"I don't think that will happen," Kirk said. "you'll be surprised. Supernatural cannot lay a finger on him."

"Your friend is immune?" Amanda asked.

"Yes, if you think that," Kirk said. "he wanted me to tell ya that . . . He likes your son." He handed the woman a slip of folded paper. "when was the last time you had a picture of him?"

"Long time," Amanda opened the folded paper to see a picture of her son. She covered her mouth feeling a series of tears starting to form. "my little boy," she looked up toward the man with a happy smile. "Thank you, officer Kirk."

"All in a days work," Kirk said, with a nod.

"Dancing with what he is feels like an eternity that will never end and you wish it never ends," Amanda said. "you see things you don't normally see on Earth. You go places that no one dreams of going. It's like you are in heaven forever but you have to leave, eventually, or else you just. . . lose yourself into it. You forget that you have a life to return. Your life is with their people learning about them and befriending them. It's a. . ." she shook her head. "it's purely utopia, actually. Safe and secure. It's better than what Earth life is."

"He would be bored of it," Kirk said. "I don't think he would ever like a place that does not need physicians."

"I am sure they still do need them for reasons," Amanda said.

"He left his phone number on the paper for you," Kirk said. "goodbye, Miss Grayson."

Kirk turned away then made his path toward the police car. Amanda closed the door behind her while looking down lovingly back at the photograph. She took a picture of it using a larger device to keep in the cloud. She returned with a empty portrait container. She slipped the paper in to conceal the artist rendition of her son. She hung it in the living room where she looked proudly upon her son. It was a shame that she still had family who visited often. It felt like she was trapped in a place she didn't belong. She couldn't just introduce her family to Sarek because they would freak out and cause commotion which would mean police attention focused on her.

And god, did it hurt her dearly.

Amanda rested in her sofa while the tv played her favorite soap.

A figure older than her grazed past the arm rest then gently placed a green hand on hers as she fell to sleep.

"Puzhu-tor nash-veh du."

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Puzho-tor nash-veh du=I heard thee. This is a a phrase normally said to comfort or reassure a loved one in this Fairy!Vulcan's au that they are there by their side. Not an actual phrase in the canonical Vulcan language.