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Come Twilight ch- 3Come Twilight By Nikitee Rating: NC-17, Angst ******************* Chapter 3 T’Pol sensed agitation that wasn’t hers -- even anger, perhaps. It was difficult to tell at this range, and given the unusual nature of the bond she shared with her mate. His distant emotion added to the ache behind her eyes, and caused her a bit more nausea than she was already experiencing. Control was becoming more difficult daily. Enterprise, high above her in orbit, was 4.615 minutes late with its subspace transmission. The starship’s former captain wondered vaguely about the source of the delay, then chastised herself: Speculation is illogical. Charles will call when he is able. He will. “Speculating on why Hoshi and Trip haven’t called yet?” Jonathan’s voice from the sleeping chamber door startled T’Pol. Had she really spoken her thoughts aloud? “I am sorry. I did not mean to wake you, Jonathan.” “You didn’t. I couldn’t sleep.” He joined her at the round window where she stood, looked up at the stars. “Do I do this every night?” “No. Your insomnia seems to be linked to your level of physical activity during the day.” “Today was a lazy day, wasn’t it?” “Yes.” “I enjoyed it.” She nodded, unable to meet his eyes, wishing him asleep – wishing to search for shining Enterprise among the stars alone... no, wishing Charles at her side. Illogical. Wishing was illogical. After 21.514 minutes of silence, Jonathan touched her arm, drowsy from his own stargazing, and quietly returned to the sleeping chamber. “Sleep well.” *** Commander Tucker had been quite enraged, she recalled, when she had used a Xindi vessel docked with Enterprise to ram a second, shearing it off and destroying both. The port warp nacelle had been severely damaged. Six months to repair, he’d snapped at her, seething in his anger. Top speed is warp 1.7, he said. You’ve just killed our mission, he thought. And earth. She felt his condemning words, his emotion, and shuddered. She had not smelled such rage, such assertion and primitive dominance from him in years, it seemed. His scent was as it had been when the first met, before the Xindi, before the Expanse. Before the corridor. He reeked of adrenaline, and testosterone, and challenge. His anger poisoned the air between them, assaulting her nostrils with its bitterness. And now, he was angry again. Not at her, but angry. T’Pol’s stomach churned as she glanced at the silent subspace receiver on the ledge, and her mind wandered...
“I have my reasons.” “What ‘reasons,’ Cap’n? What logical reasons could you possibly find for abandoning our mission,” Tucker spat at his commanding officer, grasping her shoulder roughly and pulling her around to face him. It had been 378.42 solar days since he’d touched her, she noted: During their last neuropressure session. His touch had been soothing and gentle then. He had been gentle then. “The mission has failed.” T’Pol watched his flashing eyes, willing herself to control and dispassion. “The fight isn’t over. We need you.” His grip loosened, and she felt his hand tremble slightly. It rested heavily on her shoulder now. He wouldn’t let go. “We have discussed this: Captain Archer cannot stay aboard Enterprise any longer. He needs a caregiver, and I am the logical choice.” “By whose twisted definition of logic?” “I understand his condition. He trusts me. I am able to explain what has happened without causing him undue distress.” I am able to explain without losing control of my own emotions. As a Vulcan, I am. I am able. “You are a starship captain, T’Pol... and a scientist, not a nurse or a psychiatrist.” “Commander Tucker, I must do this.” “Son of a bitch! What? Out of duty? Guilt?” “No.” “Jon’s my best friend, T’Pol. I’ve known him a hell of a lot longer than you have. I should be the one to stay with him. He trusts me, too, y’know.” “No.” Please, let me spare you this... this bleak future of reliving our failure, our fate every morning. Do not argue. Please, see reason. “You love him.” The engineer saw her start, heard her breath catch in the close quarters. “No.” The word echoed in the silence that fell between them, and Tucker, too, held his breath. “No?” *** TBC
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