Alpha Waves - Pt 9

Alpha Waves

By Aquila

Rating: R
Category: Angst, Romance
Summary: Sequel to Beta Waves – T’Pol meets her Father and trips.

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Part 9

When had the familiar slipped through his fingers? Travis at the helm. T’Pol leaning into the Science Station scanner while every male on the bridge tried not to look at her ass. Malcolm tense and alert, waiting for disaster. Hoshi with an earphone and a look of wonderment. And Trip?

When had every thing gone wrong between them? The incident with the cogenitor? We could have recovered from that if the Xindi had not murdered 7 million humans. Whether he had meant to or not, Trip had turned to T’Pol for the support he needed to survive the death of his sister. I had to save the human race. There wasn’t time to save one lost soul.

Now Trip really was lost to him. Archer absentmindedly stroked Porthos’ head as he reflected on the past. The future looked too bleak. Trip would never wear a Starfleet uniform again. If I had been there for him, things might have been different.

Did Trip know that it was his captain’s recommendation that led to eliminate him from further promotion?

“Of course he knows,” shouted Archer at the walls of his hotel suite. “He knows the protocols as well as you do.”

A knock at the door caused Porthos to leave his lap and propelled Archer off the bed. He opened the door to the limit of the security chain. Sheila had returned.

“What do you know about an incident in Carbon Creek, Pennsylvania?”

Archer unlatched the door to let her in.

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“Would you like me to tell Travis?”

Hoshi considered Phlox’s offer. “Thank you for offering, but he deserves to hear it from me. Would you might waiting though, just in case he has questions or needs confirmation?”

“Of course.”

Travis turned at the sound of the inner office door opening. Hoshi stood framed in the doorway, her face set.

“We can try again.” Travis offered. “That’s if you still want to.”

A tear escaped from her right eye, “Your gallantry is noted Lieutenant Mayweather, but unnecessary.”

“Unnecessary?” Travis was hurt. “Do you think what we shared could have happened if there weren’t some real feelings under it all?”

Hoshi placed a hand on his bicep. “Travis.” A stream of tears fell. “Travis.”

Mayweather began to panic, “You aren’t sick, are you? The doc didn’t find something unexpected?”

“No,” she reassured him. “I’m not sick, but Doctor Phlox did discover something unexpected.”

“What Hoshi? You’re scaring me.”

“I can’t conceive.”

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The knock was answered by a tall thin man, with greying hair and kind brown eyes. Slightly stooped, he tried to straighten when he found the beautiful Vulcan at his door. She seemed oddly familiar.

He waited for her to announce the reason for her visit. He had lived all his life on Earth, but he had been schooled well in the ways of her people…and his.

“I am T’Pol, daughter of Spelt.”

He bowed, “I am Mestral, the younger, grandson of Mestral of Vulcan, intimate of Spelt. Greetings daughter, I have yearned to meet you.”

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The hotel in which Archer was staying had an international reputation, which his presence enhanced. The finest suite in the hotel had been put at his disposal. It had a rare amenity, an outdoor terrace. When Farnsworth admitted that she was hungry, he had ordered a meal, which was served on the terrace. A crisp breeze blew from the Bay, chilling the night air. Rather than retreat to the living room, Archer wrapped his guest in a blanket and poured her a brandy.

“Recycled air is a condition of space travel,” began his apology, “When an opportunity presents itself to breathe fresh air, I take it. If you would prefer to move indoors, please say so.”

“I’m fine Jonathan,” she smiled shyly, “I am cozy under the blanket and my cold nose reminds me of waking on winter mornings on my grandmother’s farm.”

Archer bit back the retort that had leaped to his lips.

“Say it,” she chuckled, “You can’t imagine me as a country girl.”

Embarrassed that he had been caught, he offered her an olive branch, “Can you imagine me as Ambassador to Vulcan?”

Sheila’s heart skipped a beat. Had she heard him right? Had he confirmed the rumour that he was being appointed Ambassador to the Vulcan home world? As if he knew she was asking the question, he raised his brandy glass in salute. She knew that a scoop as big as that did not come without a price. What was it?

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The maid screamed in contempt when he entered their room to clean. It looked as if it had been ransacked. Papers and clothes were strewn everywhere. Suitcases lay open and empty on the unmade bed. Dirty towels littered the bathroom floor. The mirror over the dresser had a message written in lipstick that would take hours to remove: To the moon, Alice. You’ve left me again! Will I never learn? Ralph.

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To Vulcans, silence was a language all its own, capable of expressing pathos, tenderness and sorrow. To interpret the subtle nuances took years to perfect. T’Pol was adept at silent communication, because her mother had insisted that she be. Her mother’s idiosyncrasy had been in preparation for this meeting. Had Spelt believed in the inevitability of this moment?

“Who is he, daughter?”

Her father broke the silence with the question only a Human would ask, yet she did not take affront. For he was more Human than Vulcan, Mestral’s grandson. What did that make her?

“Who, Father?”

His smile travelled to his eyes, “The one who has softened the corners of your mouth and your heart.” Before she could protest, he speculated further, “He is Human. Only a Human lover can make a Vulcan female look like she is one heartbeat from a night of passion.”

“Is that how you made my mother feel?”

“It is how your mother made me feel, whenever I looked at her.” Mestral patted his daughter’s knee. “Your mother chose me, in the beginning out of necessity. By the time you were conceived, out of love.”

The question she had waited a lifetime to ask, sprung to her lips, “Why did you send us away, Father?”

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A whole mess of folks have made comments

Oh no not again, poor Trip. This storyline is very interesting, I can't wait to find out more about T'Pol's human father, keep up the good work, patiently awaiting your next chapter(s)!

No, no, no, Aquila! Everything was just fine, but then again - pang, game over! NO! You´re killing me! And WHY did Archer this to Trip?!

This is GREAT! Keep going. Particularly liking the pace at the moment :)

This is GREAT! Keep going. Particularly liking the pace at the moment :)

Great chapters again, lots of intrigue to keep us guessing. What is up with Archer though, he seems to have a personal vendetta against Trip. How can he use personal issues against him??. I'm disliking Archer more by the minute. Hopefully we will get an explanation soon as to what has happened between them and also hear Trips point of view. As much as I dislike Archer I have always enjoyed the Trip/Archer friendship and hope it may get resolved and Trips gets his deserved recognition for his part in SAVING THE HUMAN RACE against the Xindi attack.

It must be Christmas, for you to be posting three chapters at a time. Thank you!

Argh, that was very naughty of T'pol to drug Trip in the midst of passion! Why can't she trust him with her secrets? Vulcans make everything so darn complicated. Trip and T'pol are heroes, and should use their new fame to set an example that humans and vulcans can be life mates, produce the cutest darn children, thus linking the two species. It's the perfect time to contact that reporter and give her the scoop of a life time, complete with wedding pics. Instead, Trip gets his heart ripped out, again.

Oh, and my heart broke for Hoshi! :(

great story so far, more please

I'm very intrigued at where this may be going. I love the subtle mysteries that you are letting bubble under the surface of the characters and their motivations. What is T'Pol up to? What exactly di Archer do to Trip? How is it all related?? Can't wait to find out. Fantastic work so far. Keep it up.

I'm loving this. But I'm now pissed off at Archer. I want to know more about T'Pol's dad. Why does she keep leaving him?! Nooooooooo! But I loved these chapters. Keep shellin' 'em out!

WOW! what a triple of posts. The Ralph and Alice thing is funny and fitting.

UH Jon you better contain Shelia!

Trip! You frellin' idiot! you tossed the letter that would have told you the truth and now you are leaving her not her leaving you.

*SOB* Hoshi!

*GIGGLE* Mal and Hayes!

Oh please hurry with more.

Holy....
We're just a mess of plot lines, aren't we?

WOW! Great job!