Midnight Oil © Xeen january 2008 PROLOGUE TO MY VIRTUAL SEASON 5 PG missing scene -after Terra Prime * * * * * * * * * "And I can assure you that it is not uncommon for Xenthis to breed inside their own familial gene pool! It is actually perfectly safe to assume that…" Trip's mind started to wander off the present conversation. All he wanted right now, was some peace and quiet after the tragic events on Terra Prime. He knew that the good doctor was doing his best at alleviating his grief. But when he had got to the galley in the middle of the artificial night of Enterprise, all he had fancied at first, was a good large oversweet hot cup of spiced chocolate and some well earned solitude. Easy to forget at the time that Phlox did not need any sleep. That Phlox was keeping an eye on him and for that matter on T'Pol as well. Tip had learnt the hard way that her repeated attempts at suppressing the display of her strong emotions and feelings was not an easy task. That did not mean that the petite Vulcan had none to beginning with –as most people prefer to imagine. He closed his eyes and recalled the fragile woman shivering from head to toes in his arms, and he mourned the loss of the small infant taken away from them. "On the contrary, on Tonn-Por, breeding is…" He suppressed a smirk at the profusion of details Phlox was flooding him with and tried to stop him instead. Phlox was supposed to be a psychology expert but he had demonstrated that his was also a bit too direct in his ways of healing human minds. "I should get goin'," he trailed, trying to get past the doctor blocking his way out. "I'm due first thing on the bridge tomorrow morning. That means…." "That means that you won't get any sleep because it is already too late for that, Mr Tucker. That also means that you totally disregard my earlier prescription," said Phlox. He tilted his head and bent down to take a cup. Turning his back on Trip, he proceeded to fill it with some herbal tea. Mint. Trip almost moaned. She was in sickbay. After he had thought she made her peace, she suddenly sank in some unexpected feral demeanour and Phlox had to sedate her. There was nothing he could do. Nothing he could have done, he corrected instantly. What a waste. He shook his head and took a sip of hot chocolate. And burnt his tongue, cursing between his teeth. "I really should get goin'," he said again. Waving a dismissive hand at the physician. "Not to worry. Doctor's orders. I'll be in my quarters." * /Knocks on the door/ Trip screamed and opened his eyes. Dimmed lights. He cast a glance to the digital clock on the opposite wall and whistled softly. He had been asleep for more than 14 hours. No wonder he felt weak and distressed. /Stronger knocks on the door/ Trip sprang from bed, his balance uncertain, his hair dishevelled. "Come in!" The door hissed open and he saw the Vulcan standing in the doorway against the catwalk light. "Lights," he said, closing the distance between them. She did not move. "Are you feeling well, Mr Tucker," she said in a deep low voice avoiding direct eye contact. He sighed. Not again. Not all over again. But he understood. She must be a total mess he thought, before noticing she was holding out a plate. Leave her space, lots of space. He could wait. "What's that?" he asked, "a peace offering?" He froze but she eventually came to term with his awkward attempt at poor humour. She handed him the plate over and turned away. "A piece of tuna," she said, imitating his southern drawl. And then she left. tbc in A NEW BEGINNING part 1 |
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