Title: "Seconds and Years"
Series: Enteprise
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Years
Genre: Romance/Drama
Author's Note: This story takes places during the Enterprise episode "The Forgotten." It features Trip and T'Pol and yes, it is a romance story. So move along if you don't like kissin'.
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There was a knock on the door that startled her. With half the ship in shambles – including door chimes apparently – she expected no visitors. She wanted no visitors. While the withdraw from Trillium-D had been going smoothly physically, her mind and soul needed time to re-center. This meant meditation whenever it was possible.
T’Pol rose from the clear spot in the center of the room and strode to the door. It slid half-open at the press of a button and her strong Vulcan muscles as well as those of Commander Tucker’s pushed it a little more to allow him entrance.
“Hi T’Pol. Didn’t mean to bother you.”
“I was trying to meditate,” she replied as evenly as she could.
“Sorry. I was just . . .” He paused, examining the chaotic state of her quarters. “I just wanted some help. Doc has me ordered to get some rest, but I’m just a little too, well, you know . . .”
“You’re having trouble?” It was statement more than a question.
“Yeah, I guess. Wonder if we could do a little neruo-pressure, y’know? Try to get me to relax.”
T’Pol considered it for a moment. The practice required more intimacy than she really wanted right now, especially with her emotions so close to the surface. But the look on his face and the conversation earlier in the mess hall told her just how much he needed it now.
“The bed.”
He nodded. It was remarkably clean despite the dirt and rubble that littered the floor. He sat down and she took a position behind him.
“How is the letter coming along, Commander?”
“Rather not talk about that right now.”
T’Pol accepted his request and pressed on a cluster of nerves in his lower back. She could his heartbeat thunder for a few brief seconds, then calm. His shoulders tensed, then relaxed. This really did help him and she missed doing this on a regular basis.
She wondered then if this was the emotional aftermath of the Trillium-D or something else.
“ALL HANDS, BRACE FOR IMPACT. WE ARE ABOUT TO ENCOUNTER A SPACIAL DISTURBANCE.”
Sato’s voice, while garbled, echoed through the ship. T’Pol’s work on Trip was gone. Tension rose all across his body.
“Great,” he sighed. “There goes my repair jobs.”
The ship rocked beneath them. The walls rolled towards them, followed by a wall of blue light and energy, streaked with silvered flecks. It crashed into T’Pol and Trip, throwing them both against the bulkhead with sudden fierce speed. As the anomaly waved across them, everything went bright blue then white then black.
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More to come . . .
Series: Enteprise
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Years
Genre: Romance/Drama
Author's Note: This story takes places during the Enterprise episode "The Forgotten." It features Trip and T'Pol and yes, it is a romance story. So move along if you don't like kissin'.
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There was a knock on the door that startled her. With half the ship in shambles – including door chimes apparently – she expected no visitors. She wanted no visitors. While the withdraw from Trillium-D had been going smoothly physically, her mind and soul needed time to re-center. This meant meditation whenever it was possible.
T’Pol rose from the clear spot in the center of the room and strode to the door. It slid half-open at the press of a button and her strong Vulcan muscles as well as those of Commander Tucker’s pushed it a little more to allow him entrance.
“Hi T’Pol. Didn’t mean to bother you.”
“I was trying to meditate,” she replied as evenly as she could.
“Sorry. I was just . . .” He paused, examining the chaotic state of her quarters. “I just wanted some help. Doc has me ordered to get some rest, but I’m just a little too, well, you know . . .”
“You’re having trouble?” It was statement more than a question.
“Yeah, I guess. Wonder if we could do a little neruo-pressure, y’know? Try to get me to relax.”
T’Pol considered it for a moment. The practice required more intimacy than she really wanted right now, especially with her emotions so close to the surface. But the look on his face and the conversation earlier in the mess hall told her just how much he needed it now.
“The bed.”
He nodded. It was remarkably clean despite the dirt and rubble that littered the floor. He sat down and she took a position behind him.
“How is the letter coming along, Commander?”
“Rather not talk about that right now.”
T’Pol accepted his request and pressed on a cluster of nerves in his lower back. She could his heartbeat thunder for a few brief seconds, then calm. His shoulders tensed, then relaxed. This really did help him and she missed doing this on a regular basis.
She wondered then if this was the emotional aftermath of the Trillium-D or something else.
“ALL HANDS, BRACE FOR IMPACT. WE ARE ABOUT TO ENCOUNTER A SPACIAL DISTURBANCE.”
Sato’s voice, while garbled, echoed through the ship. T’Pol’s work on Trip was gone. Tension rose all across his body.
“Great,” he sighed. “There goes my repair jobs.”
The ship rocked beneath them. The walls rolled towards them, followed by a wall of blue light and energy, streaked with silvered flecks. It crashed into T’Pol and Trip, throwing them both against the bulkhead with sudden fierce speed. As the anomaly waved across them, everything went bright blue then white then black.
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More to come . . .
