A to Z – the final blogging frontier…
Captain’s Log: April 22, 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 takes place a few weeks after Season Four, Episode 3, “Home”. Spoilers for that. Approximate time, late February to early March, 2154.
T‘Pol has been maneuvered into formalizing the marriage arranged for her when she was a child. She was subsequently plunged into a desperate need for Trip that led to a serious trellium-D overdose, and a frantic flight to her t’hy’la, and even more frantic mating. She wakes to find herself alone, knowing she’s hurt Trip, and, in the aftereffects of the trellium binge, she retreats to Mount Seleya.
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“Mother, I’m bereft.”
Those were the last words she’d said, before she came here. Since, she hadn’t spoken. There was no need, at Seleya, and T’Pol could neither think of any words to say, nor rouse herself to interact with others.
And she was still bereft.
She had lost, if not everything, then certainly all that truly held value to her.
She had lost Trip. She’d awakened into the aftereffects of trellium overdose – how many doses, and for how long? – to a bed empty of her lover, her t’hy’la. He’d promised that they would mate again – and again and again, she had hoped – after they slept…but he was gone.
What had she done to him, to make him leave?
But she didn’t need to ask. Her mother, as ever, had been succint and thorough. T’Pol had no reason to doubt T’Les. Even if she had, Koss had been waiting with her when T’Pol staggered naked into the living area, following Trip’s scent and her own endless need for him.
She had little memory of the events, other than those that felt like dream, or nightmare. Even now, nearly a week later, she could feel the lingering effects of the neurotoxin, feel her emotions surging within her, relentless and uncontrolled, although she was past the compulsion to act upon them. She had certainly further damaged her synaptic pathways…
But that meant little. Life meant nothing. She had lost Trip. She had coerced him to sexual activity. Koss had brought her to her t’hy’la – there’d been grave danger for him, in being so near her. He had sanctioned what occurred, likely because there was no logical alternative. Her need for Trip had consumed her, leaving no space for anything else. Left alone with the man who was now her husband, she likely would have killed him.
But these were things Trip couldn’t know. Would they make a difference to him, if he did? Human marriages were different. There was less emphasis on the societal foundations of pairbonding, and his species didn’t have the immutable need of pon farr’s madness and the instability it caused.
For him, marriage was a thing of emotions and sexual fidelity.
The only emotions T’Pol felt for Koss were aversion and helplessness. She wished him no ill, now, but she couldn’t imagine returning to his home to live, or even visit. She couldn’t pass the time of mating with him, bear his child, be his wife.
And yet she was his wife, by her own choice.
She stared up at the stars, in the direction that led to Earth, and to the only man she had ever wanted, until the tears made all the lights blend into one blur that pulsed in time with her pain.
Bereft, T’Pol stood upon the Forge, and cried, her tears falling upon her native sands.
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