A to Z – the final blogging frontier…
Captain’s Log: April 15, 2016
These are the fan fiction voyages of the starship Enterprise (NX-01), the first Warp Five capable Terran craft. Humans are now able to explore strange new worlds, seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go….
I don’t own Enterprise or her crew. No monetary profit is gained from these stories. I just want to share my passion for these characters and their world.
Still using the timeline as it exists. This story occurs as a missing scene immediately preceding Season Four, Episode Three, “Home” (no spoilers, though). Since Enterprise completed the Xindi mission on February 14, 2154, my best estimate is early Marchish, 2154.
T’Pol, held hostage with Captain Archer, Commander Tucker, and a dozen Vulcan monks of the Monastery at P’Jem , is being trapped by hands that pin her down against a cold, hard stone floor…
If you enjoy today’s story, and want more, click on the title, and find a new frontier – what happens next!
Rated PG-13 for mild language and suggestiveness.
“You don’t have to pretend, pepperpot.” Trip had been mulling this over for the last three days, ever since she told him she was going home while she had the leave time. But now that it was out there on the deck plating, in the small space between them, he almost wished he could take it back. Of course, it didn’t work that way with T’Pol.
“That’s fortunate, since I’m far from adept at the practice.” She stopped massaging the soles of his feet, and looked at him down the length of her luscious and completely bare body. “However, I’m confused as to what you’ve absolved me from having to pretend about.”
Tonight was the last night they had together before she went home, and, even though she said she was considering staying with Enterprise, maybe joining Starfleet, Trip wanted to get it said, so there’d be nothing for her to feel guilty about, later. She’d been through enough – and a hell of a lot more than enough – this last year. She didn’t need any more feelings she didn’t understand taking her over.
“Trip?” She released his foot, spinning with almost impossible grace so that they were lying face to face. “You’re troubled. Perhaps I can ease your mind.”
“Not unless you can make the males of your species less – well, Vulcan.”
“I can’t. Why would that be of any consequence?” She tipped her head just a bit in that way that let him know he’d surprised her.
“Well, let’s go with the short list. They’re faster, stronger, and smell better than I do. They live longer, they speak your language without Tripping up all the words, they’re a hell of a lot more logical than I am, and I’ll just about bet they’d never ever stoop to asking your age, reading your mail, or holding a phase pistol to your head while they accused you of colluding with rock people. And I’ll bet not a single male Vulcan in your entire history has ever gotten himself knocked up.”
“All of these things are true, or likely so.” A pause. “Why are you scowling, Trip?”
“Let me guess. Those Vulcan guys – none of them have egos that need stroking.”
“You wished me to refute your statements.”
“You could’ve argued a little.” Damn. He sounded like a petulant kid.
“I would have been lying.”
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