Foreword:
And now a new chapter in the lives of Jason and Delaara MacKenzie. I recommend reading the 'Love Thy Enemy' 4 part series and the first three books of 'Love And War' to know what's going on here. This is, like the others, a love story and romantic adventure set in the Star Trek universe created by Gene Roddenberry. While sex is in each story, it doesn't play a central role. I've thrown adventure, humor, and spaceborne dogfighting into each story so far. This will be an epic length story arc by the time I'm finished. If you like Star Trek, I hope you all enjoy my additions. :)
I.D.
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Cry Havoc
As the Christmas and Liberation Day celebrations were winding down on both Romulus and the USS Nimitz, in orbit around the formerly enemy homeworld, Ambassador Spock was saying his goodbyes to his friends and family at Ambassador Stovrin's estate.
"I thank you once again for your hospitality, Stovrin," Spock said with a smile.
"Anytime, my friend." Stovrin answered with a smile of his own. They had been friends for years, and he'd made Spock godfather to Delaara, his daughter.
Spock turned to his goddaughter and her husband. She hugged him tight. "Thank you for coming, Uncle Spock," she said with a smile for the elderly Vulcan.
"I wouldn't have missed this Christmas and Liberation Day for anything, Delaara." He turned to Jason. "And thank you, Jason. Your gift meant more to me than you know."
"It was just a token of my respect, sir." Jason bowed his head. He'd found the old figurine in one of his father's old boxes at home, and remembered that Spock had once served as First Officer under Captain James Kirk, and later as Captain of the NCC-1701 USS Enterprise when she'd been refit as a training vessel.
"As it may, but thank you all the same, son." Spock shook his hand, and they traded Vulcan salutes of long life and prosperity. Spock was gratified that one so young knew the proper protocols, but knew that Jason wasn't the average Starfleet officer. That was evidenced by his Romulan bride, and future mother of his child.
"Delaara, I am so happy for you both. Have you decided on a name?" He asked her.
"We haven't gotten that far yet, but I was thinking Bryan for a boy." She turned and saw Jason's shock. That had been his father's name. He smiled then and hugged her.
"In that case, my love, I recommend Stovara for a girl." Jason smiled, and Delaara's face split into a grin, recognizing the feminine version of her late brother's name.
"Hey, we still haven't decided on a name yet!" Rash said as he held his wife.
"We still have four months left to decide, Ryan. Don't rush it." Rachael said, smiling up at her husband
"It will come in time, Ryan. You will know." Spock said. "Now, I must go. Politics and Diplomacy can be more dangerous than frontline combat."
"That is true, my friend," Stovrin said with a wry chuckle. "Be well until we meet again, Spock."
"Live Long and Prosper, Stovrin," Spock said in reply, before turning and walking towards the Praetoriate.
"Now where the bloody hell are Cole and Donatra?" Rachael was looking around for her pilot and his new friend, Delaara's cousin.
"If I had to guess, I would say they're saying their own goodbyes in private, Captain." Jason winked and grinned.
*****
Jason was right, and as they lay together in each other's arms and caught their breath, Donatra kissed Cole lovingly.
"Cole, why couldn't you have been born Romulan?" Donatra smiled warmly at him.
"Why couldn't ye have been born Irish, Dona?" He asked back with a roguish grin.
"After this weekend, I wish I had been!" She chuckled and grinned at him.
"So do I, luv." He said and kissed her again. She was his ultimate ideal in a lover. She was beautiful, intelligent, charismatic, and very energetic.
"I've received word that I've been assigned a new Warbird. The IRW Valdore is mine to command. Maybe I could sneak across the Neutral Zone sometime for a quick weekend at Risa." She winked at him.
"Just name the time and place, darlin'," Cole replied with a passionate kiss. "I'll go AWOL if necessary." He chuckled.
"Mmmmmm, Cole, as much as I would love to spend the rest of the week fucking your brains out, I think we should get dressed and downstairs to see you off." She winked and snuggled closer to him, not wanting to let him go.
"Dona, are ye sure ye don't have any Irish in ye?" He asked.
She chuckled. "I'm sure. I would know if I did."
"Would ye like some, lass?" He winked and grinned his disarmingly charming grin.
Her eyes widened as she got the joke. "As a matter of fact..."
*****
The rest of the family sat around talking and laughing as Donatra got her Irish in her for the last time that holiday.
"Cole is a good guy. I could see Donie falling for him." Delaara shrugged. "And he can go toe to toe with her in a drinking contest."
Ryan laughed at that. "True. I've never seen so much Romulan Ale drunk at one sitting!"
"Donatra has always had an extremely high tolerance for alcohol." Stovrin nodded, smiling. "I've seen her outdrink Romulans twice her size, at least five in a row."
"Cole has nearly as good a record against Klingons with Blood Wine. After the last time on Kling, they made him an honorary Klingon." Jason grinned at the memory.
"Yeah, when he came to and I told him, he said 'Bah! I'm Irish! Why the fook would I wanna be a Klingon?'" Ryan said in his best Irish brogue.
"Aye, that's because I'm fookin' Irish!" Cole shouted as he and Donatra finally came down hand in hand to join them.
"And we wouldn't want you any other way, brother!" Ryan laughed.
"And now I have some Irish in me, apparently." Donatra said with a wink.
All the adults laughed, and luckily the children were too young to get the joke. They both liked their new Human 'Uncles', though. Jason had brought them all presents, Ryan had taught them to build snowmen and make snow angels, and Cole had taught them some Irish jokes where he'd changed the Irish characters to Romulan. He also made their Aunt Donatra happy.