Title: Where No Man Has Gone Before

Author: enzosprite

Contact: enzosprite@yahoo.com

Series:  ENT

Rating:  NC-17

Codes:  T/ Tu (post-ep) (un-betaed version)

Disclaimer:  Not mine. Otherwise, Voyager would be forever on the air and
ENT would be on Mondays.

Summary: What if he joined her to get some water ("Strange New World"). An alternative ending that
suits me better.

Spoilers:  "Strange New World"


Author's Note: I've been encouraging ppl to write some T'Pol/Tucker fics, I
figured I
should follow my own advice and do so. Not much to go on yet about these
characters,
so this ain't heavy on plot.  So please, let's not quibble about things like
plausibility. I know Braga and Co. don't. Dedicated to the folks at T'ripol.




=/\= =/\= =/\=



 Commander Trip Tucker adjusted his footing on a loose rock as it wobbled
precariously
under him.  "I thought you said the water source was only sixty meters from
our location.
I don't see no water."



 Sub-Commander T'Pol didn't look up from her scanning device. "It is. We are
only ten meters away from the source." She collapsed the device and made her
way through the wedge in the rock face.



 "Where the hell you off to now?"  Trip questioned with his usual sarcasm.



 "The source is through here," T'Pol answered back, inching her way into the
crack.



 "Your toy tell you that?"



 She leveled him with her signature superior look. "My aural acuity is far
superior to yours."



  Tucker couldn't help but smirk at her reply. "Must be those cute pointy
Vulcan ears,huh?"



 She disappeared further into the narrow corridor, but Trip imagined those
arched eyebrows going up to the ceiling.



 "Are you coming commander?"



 Tucker pointed him light after T'Pol and followed her into the dark
crevice. "Keep yer shirt on, Sub-Commander. I'm comin'."




 Trip finally immerged on the other side and was met with a stunning sight
that had him gapping. He whistled in awe. "This is nice."



 "Please refrain yourself from taking pictures and focus on the mission."
She opened up her scanning device on passive scan.



 Tucker looked at her surprised. "I think you just made a joke..." he moved
his gaze to the moving water. "Why's the place glowing?"



 "The rock face contain luminescent properties. You'll be glad to know that
the water is safe for consumption," she reported.



  Trip knelt down to the edge of the pool and scooped some of the clear
liquid into his palm.  "Water's kinda warm."



 "It will suffice."



 Her dismissiveness annoyed him. "You Vulcans are all alike. I bet you'd
say the same thing if the water was as murky as the old Mississippi."



 "Unlike Humans, Vulcans do not indulge in frivolities. We put necessity
above creature comforts."



 "I'm sure you do," Trip gritted out angrily. "But those indulgences are
what make life worth li-" He made to reach for the water container and
promptly lost his balance. The slippery ground gave out and propelled him
backwards into the tepid pool, his arms flailing to find purchase on
something solid. He found nothing but air. "Whoahhhh..."



 T'Pol reacted instinctively, her lightning fast reflexes had her arm
shooting out for Trip.But even her superior strength was no match for his
momentum. Trip tumbled headfirst into the water, taking T'Pol with him. A
loud splash accompanied their head first dip into the pool and they
resurfaced a moment later sputtering and coughing.



 "Forget what I said... this water's down right cold."



 "That statement is completely illogical. The ambient temperature-"



 Tucker covered her mouth with his hand. "Could you please... just once...
shut that lovely Vulcan mouth of yours and just enjoy the moment?"



 They stared at each other for a long while and when T'Pol said nothing Trip
removed his hand. He floated away from her and stared up at the cave
ceiling. "Come out, come out, where ever you are!" He heard movement in the
water and glanced over to T'Pol. She was trembling, rocking back and forth,
murmuring to herself.



 "What's wrong with you?" T'Pol's reply was something foreign and obviously
Vulcan and his glare did nothing to halt the murmurings of her mother
tongue.



 "Would you cut that gibberish out. It's pissing me off!" A sudden movement
above them, a rippling on the granite walls had him fumbling for his phased
pistol. "What are you tellin' them? Who's there? Show your selves!" He
pulled up his phaser and aimed at the empty walls.



  "This...is...a foolish endeavor. There no intelligent life forms in this
planet."



 "You tellin' me and the rest of the away team were imaginin' this thing?"
he shouted at her. "I know what I saw and I saw a creature come out of a
rock like some kinda chameleon."



 "AND I KNOW WHAT MY SENSORS TOLD ME!" She yelled back as heatedly.



 "Screw your sensors! This is not the first time you Vulcans have chosen to
hide things from us under the guise of protection when the truth is, you
enjoy keeping us in the dark, keeping yourselves all superior and
condescending. Like you're some how better than us just because you got a
couple of centuries on us in the evolutionary scale. Well I'm tired of that
shit. As far as I'm concerned you Vulcans can KISS MY HUMAN ASS!" He looked
around the dripping wet cavern. "YOU HEAR ME? THESE HOLIER THAN THOU VULCANS
DON'T SPEAK FOR US. YOU WANNA TALK? YOU DO IT MANO EL MANO!"



 "Rah Shinsiraht!"



 "I told you to quit that!" he yelled at T'Pol. He pointed his pistol at her
face to solidify his point. Her dark brown eyes stared at him unflinchingly.
Behind them he saw something that he thought he'd never see behind a
Vulcan's eyes: Anger... and just as subtlety... Fear.



 The later made him feel like a total bastard. "Goddamit," he swore softly
to himself and quickly lowered his side arm. "What the hell is happening
here?"



 "Mu Fisahr."



 He peered up at her, his head lowered. "I don't speak Vulcan."



 "Mu- hard... to speak."



 Trip looked up and narrowed his eyes. He swiped at the moisture trickling
down from his hairline. "Why..." he found it hard to breathe for some
reason. "Why's it hard to  speak?" He saw her shake her head. She closed her
eyes and he saw her grimace in pain.
He splashed over to her and touched her shoulders. "What's wrong?"



 "I...must...keep...control." She'd whispered the words and he was sure if
it weren't for the echoes in the cave and his proximity, he would have
missed it.



 "It's okay to give in, you know. There's nothing wrong with losing some
control-"



 "You don't understand!" she gritted out, agitated. "Vulcans are not
permitted to lose control. It is forbidden to...to do so. There are
consequences..." she trembled under his hand, the effort to compose herself
taking most of her strength. "Leave..."she begged
him. Her eyes dark pools of obsidian.



 "I won't leave you like this," he told her vehemently. "It's not safe with
these alien bastards around."



 "You...be...lieve that I know of them," she reminded him of his suspicions.



 He shook his head. "I don't care about that. I'm not leaving you and that's
final."



 "Arrrghhh!" Her sudden outburst startled him and her assault left him
unprepared. She landed solidly on his chest, knocking the breath out of him.
He went briefly under water, but resurfaced when she hauled him back up by
his shirtfront. "Ahr sham para!"



 Her fingers went to his temples and the side of his face and Trip felt
something touch his mind. It tingled and insinuated itself into his thoughts
until his head swam with images,unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. He saw
things, felt things that had him doing things he'd
hidden even from his self.



 When he found himself back into his own consciousness, his mouth was
ravaging someone else's and she was doing the same. She tasted sweet... so
very different from all his other experiences. He felt his mouth being
bruised by the pressure of the kiss and he fought back, nipping the juicy
plump lips and tasting the metallic taste of blood.



 He continued to plunge his tongue into the warm crevice of her mouth and a
part of him was cognizant enough to let his hands wonder below the water
line and span her smooth,cloth covered back. "...what the hell am I
doing..." he mumbled between nips of her soft skin. He licked at the
moisture on her neck and forced the neckline of her suit to plunge lower,
exposing her breast.



"Oh lord..." Trip moaned at the sight of her. He'd seen the outline of  them
during decon. He'd even touched her body before with surgical precision, but
his frustration with her and his own stubborn control had sterilized the
moment. He'd yelled at her and accused her of going behind the captain's
back. But those barriers were now gone. Pure animal instinct was taking over
and he was powerless to stop it.



 T'Pol growled against his neck and made fast work of his uniform. He found
himself half naked, panting along with her as they studied each other in
earnest. Trip felt her hands wonder around his torso, tracing the muscled
planes of his chest. He reached out to do
the same, touching her softness, and heard her groan in pleasure.



 He captured her lips once again and moved them closer to the shore. He
deposited them on a smooth hard surface and rid them of the rest of their
clothes. They touched and kissed, their bodies undulating against each
other. A part of him wanted to stop; knew he
had to stop. This wasn't right. Vulcans didn't act this way. Hell, *he*
didn't act this way. But the voice was small and a very big part admitted
that the attraction had been there from the beginning.



 From that day she'd ignored his outstretched hand in the captain's ready
room, and all those other times she'd insulted and dowsed him with logic, a
part of him, the very male, very attracted part had wished he could push her
down and screw the logic out of her.
Well that's exactly what he was doing now.



 In the back of his mind, he heard her grunt of pain as he drove incessantly
inside her, but he couldn't stop his body from moving or even stopping it's
pleasurable endeavor. Trip knew he was hurting her, but he also knew that
she didn't want him to stop. Her writhing
body told him the truth; the clawing at his back and the growling beside his
ear egged him on.



 Trip felt her body quake beneath him and felt she was close. He thrilled at
the idea that he was making little miss Vulcan lose control... but it was
quickly wiped away by the sensations overtaking him. He pushed against her
one last time before yelling out his
climax, swearing to all that was holly that he was coming.



 He collapsed against her and felt arms tighten around him. Trip's head swam
and he sank deeper on top her, until consciousness left him.



 T'Pol had only enough sense to push Trip to his side and off of her and she
too closed her eyes and welcomed the oblivion.




=/\= =/\= =/\=



 When Trip opened his eyes, he found himself squinting from the bright
unnatural light. He tried to move his head, but hand a hand stopped him and
a second later a large head hovered above him.



 "Ah! You're awake." Glowing blue eyes stared down at him.



 "Where am I?" he asked, his throat sounding scratchy.



 "Sickbay, of course," Doctor Phlox grinned widely. Trip winced, slightly
disturbed by the clownish , Joker-like smile. "How am I doin'?"



 The doctor shrugged slightly. "Aside from a slight headache, the hypo spray
took care of everything. You'll be just fine, Commander."



 He rose from the bed and combed his fingers through his hair. "Good." He
looked around  the sickbay and found it empty except for himself. "Where's
everyone else?"



 Phlox looked up from arranging various vials. "In their quarters resting.
It almost didn't turn out well. You were all exposed to some toxin that were
harmful to humanoids,fortunately the Captain got to you on time and injected
all of you with ineprovaline."



 Cold realization gripped him. The cave. Water. T'Pol. "Doctor..." he
hesitated a moment before speaking again. "How... I mean... who brought us
back... here on the ship?"



 "Captain Archer, of course. Mr. Reed did help," he looked at Trip
meaningfully. "I assure you Mr. Tucker, what occurred on the surface was
handled with the strictest confidence."



 So the alien bastard knew; and so did Archer and Reed by the looks of it.
He closed his eyes in contrition. He thought about T'Pol and her reaction.
Knowing her, she's probably wiped the whole incident from her memory banks
like the computer she tried to be.
Damned it all to hell.



 He felt disgusted with himself. Probably not as disgusted as T'Pol was, but
pretty darn close. It bothered the bejeezus out of him that he'd used her
like that. He knew that Vulcans abhor anything that walked and talked
emotions. Getting all intimate with him certainly qualified.



 Trip reminded himself, as he shrugged on his clothes, that he wasn't the
one who'd initiated the whole thing, but that was a poor excuse for what
he'd let happen. If he was being honest with himself, he'd done exactly what
he'd wanted to do from day one. Freed from all inhibitions, he'd acted on
it. With disastrous consequences, he might add.



 He left sickbay, thanking the doc on his way out. He knew what was coming
next and he wasn't looking forward to it.



 'Archer to Tucker, report to the ready room.'



 "On my way, sir..." he replied knowing Archer couldn't hear him.



*



END



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