| previously on Fear No Fear For What YOu Are Captain Vulcan Interrupted © Xeen – May 2005 This is a (very late) response to Kat's challenge (the "scene" in Impulse when T'Pol is trying to get back to the Vulcan ship) The initial idea was given to me by a friend elaborating on "position ship" (the one displayed by characters out in the open for the fans to see not to mention great chemistry i.e. Archer and T'Pol) vs. "action ship" (intended and written out by TPTB to force a non-obvious relationship i.e. Trip and T'pol). Thanks to Trekkie J He had to keep her tight in his arms as she was fighting against him to get back to that Vulcan inferno the derelict Vulcan ship had turned into. She felt warmer in his arms than her normal body temperature and he was about to lose it too. Her spicy odour was intoxicating. She was muttering alien words into his face and it sounded very erotic to his hears. He could feel her erratic thoughts creeping insidiously inside his head, meddling with his owns and he knew he was close to following her in her madness. Her inner turmoil was enticing and more appealing than her usual calm and somewhat serene composure. He knew that she could be passionate but this time she was more than passionate. It had nothing to do with passion. It was blood call. When he had to force her to stop and to tackle her against the wall, her breath led him to a very special place, a place that belongs only to lovers. Her ripped soul was reaching to the surface. Every feeling of love, hate, trust and comfort she had built from their safe relationship on Enterprise came rushing through her natural defences, urging him to respond one way or the other. He had done the only thing possible: he had used violence to counteract hers - and was ashamed he did, even to save her from herself and from her fellow crewmates. Watching a poor video in the cosiness of Starfleet Command was something. Witnessing a bunch of demented Vulcans at loose right next to you was another. He was glad that he had taken the right decision with T'pol now that she was quietly resting in sickbay. Phlox's shadow passed behind the closed curtain and he found himself caught in a reverie he was not used to. He was ready to forget everything he imagined about her and Trip. There was no way she would have agreed to the awkward scenario he had developed for the last weeks. She was a Vulcan for God's sake! She knew as well as he did the rules and regulations of Starfleet regarding bonding and furthering intimate relationships on a flag ship. He once dreamt she would eventually be his, but day dreaming could not possibly be considered against regulations. Trip could be acting like a teenager sometimes, but he was a capable engineer and would never break those rules either. He suppressed a sigh. She was agitated despite Phlox had heavily sedated her. He gently took away a hair lock from her damped forehead and resisted the urge to kiss her. Straightening on his uncomfortable chair, he placed his hands on his thighs instead and closed his eyes. Now that he had seen what the Expanse could do to her kind, he was not ready to lose her. Nor now, nor never. Letting his thoughts drift away, he eventually fell asleep, oblivious of Phlox, of his menagerie and of his own needs. THE END Star Trek and all items related are trademarks Paramount No copyright infringement intended |