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Like a Phoenix from the Fire – Finale

Author - Aquila
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Season 3.5 - Summer Fan Fiction Challenge

Like a Phoenix from the Fire – Finale

Author: Aquila

Category of the plot summary from the list below – Plot #10
Rating: R
Genre: Angst

Disclaimer: All things Trek, even Enterprise – the prequel, are Paramount’s – my passion for Trip and T’Pol, well that’s mine.

A short summary statement:

Although there are spoilers this story assumes that the season three cliff-hanger never occurred. T'Pol discovers the damage done by the Trellium D can be reversed. She decides to go through with the treatment, knowing she may lose access to the emotions she has unleashed, and that she may have to suppress her new emotions permanently as she has to do with all her emotions. What happens to her relationship with Trip? How does this change her views of herself?


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Finale

On Columbia, in the house of T’Lynn and the apartments of Koval tension was mounting. Back on Earth, T’Pol tossed restlessly under the sea foam linen that dressed her bed. The events unfolding on Vulcan would reach their conclusion in the lonely hours of the night in San Francisco.

She had not imagined spending what amounted to her wedding night alone. But nothing of her pairing with Tucker was as she had imagined when she was a daydreaming adolescent.

The blip of an incoming text message provided the excuse she needed to rise. She pointed her stylus at the message indicator on her hand held data device.

Dearest cousin,
Initiation into human sexuality has been more satisfying than you had promised. Captain Adams, although initially reluctant as you had predicted, once in agreement, entered enthusiastically into the act. I am sending this as we depart for the High Council Chamber, where I will formally request secondment to Columbia. Your suggestion that ‘I try before I buy’ was an excellent one.
Gratefully, T’Nessa

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Trip checked his chronometer one more time. Only minutes to go and still no sign of Gerry and T’Nessa. Their negotiation was the first of a line of dominoes standing on end that Trip intended to topple so that the momentum flattened all objections to his relationship with T’Pol.

“Sorry pal,” Gerry followed closely by T’Nessa dashed into the vestibule.

He was adjusting the belt of his dress uniform. T’Nessa attempted to reduce the creases that had developed in her robe. Trip looked from one to the other. The first hurdle had been crossed.

“Grandmother T’Lynn,” Trip turned to his new in-law, “May I present Captain Gerry Adams.”

Gerry blanched as she gave him the once over, “Was he satisfactory, T’Nessa?”

“Sublimely, Grandmother.” T’Nessa through a lustful glance at her new consort.

“You understand the conditions, Captain?”

“In exchange for supporting T’Nessa’s request to be seconded to Columbia for the next three years, you will bequeath your personal papers to the Vulcan Archaeological Institute.” As Gerry recited the agreement he looked over T’Lynn’s head at T’Nessa.

“You have left out a condition, Captain.” T’Lynn wanted no misunderstandings.

“Ah yes, ma’am,” he stalled somewhat embarrassed to be discussing in public the second condition of the agreement.

“Get on with it, young man.”

Trip responded to Adams’ discomfort, “She’s not looking for details, Ger – or at least not yet – she just wants to be assured that you understand the … er…ah…implications.”

“T’Nessa has done me the honour of requesting that as long as she is a member of the crew that I be her consort.” Gerry addressed T’Nessa rather than her grandmother. “The arrangement is to be discreet and monogamous and can be cancelled by either party at any time should either decide the arrangement is no longer viable.”

T’Lynn turned to T’Nessa, “And you, granddaughter, what have you to say.”

“Captain Adams has proven to be a satisfactory choice, Grandmother,” said T’Nessa with every intention of encouraging the Captain to repeat his satisfactory performance before the evening ended, “I will request the secondment with your permission. You must fulfill your part of the bargain.”

Trip turned his thumbs up and waved them at his pal, mouthing ‘way to go’ at him. Adams blushed.

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Madame Koval was displeased with her husband, but not so displeased that she chose to miss the reception. T’Lynn had not been seen in public for nearly a decade. Her appearance would make this reception the social event of the year. As Vulcan’s leading authority on the 5 Dvatai her influence was courted by the ambitious. Her people were perceived to be above ambition, but Koval’s wife knew that perception frequently masked reality.

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As the major domo made ready to announce their arrival Trip snapped photos of T’Pol’s family in their ceremonial robes and pecking order. T’Lynn with Trip at her side would enter first, followed by Varak and his siblings with their spouses or consorts in chronological order. The adult grandchildren, including T’Nessa with Adams as her escort followed them. The last to enter would be T’Mar, T’Lynn’s only adult great-grandchild, whose duty it was to represent the children of the clan who were excluded from the event.

“Distinguished Guests of the Vulcan High Command I present the Matriarch T’Lynn and her progeny,” announced the major domo.

--

A crisp breeze from the bay stirred the curtains that had been pulled back to let in the diffused light of a foggy Sunday morning. Candlelight bounced off the Raku glazed fish like sparks from a blaze.

The man of the house dressed in an old t-shirt and comfy sweat pants leaned against a pile of pillows reading his downloaded Sunday paper. He was angled across the bed from the top right hand corner to the bottom left.

Leaning against him, her head on his chest her back angled across his stomach was the woman of the house. Her body was aligned from top left to bottom right. She wore silks pyjamas that left her midriff bare. She looked up from a text message she had been reviewing.

“Varak writes that T’Lynn attended the opening of the wing of the Institute that will house her collection.” T’Pol lifted her chin to look Trip in the face. “He said she was so pleased with the space that she has agreed to transfer a portion of her papers and artefacts immediately.”

“Does Varak say whether Koval has figured out that she had already planned to bequeath the collection to the Institute, before she used it to manoeuvre him into supporting our request for dispensation from Starfleet regs?”

T’Pol ran a finger across a stubbled cheek. “No he doesn’t. What does it matter if he does? He paid a small price to gain a major coup. Grandmother used his greed to get what she wanted. And T’Nessa…According to Varak she has blossomed under Captain Adams’s care and attention.”

Trip drew a lazy circle around her navel, “I heard from Gerry yesterday,” T’Pol shivered at his touch. “He is taking T’Nessa to meet his parents the next refit Columbia makes at Jupiter Station.”

“I must explain the implications of such a visit to her.” T’Pol cupped his cheek with her hand to pull his face down for a soulful kiss. “I think she will be pleased.”

While turning his insides to mush as her tongue explored his mouth, she cupped the bulge between his legs with her free hand. He moaned then broke the kiss.

“Not so fast,” he slipped his hand past the waist band of her pyjama bottoms. “We have to give Admiral Forrest our answers tomorrow and you haven’t told me what you have decided.”

Her pelvis rose up to push against his active hand. “You have not confided your decision to me.”

“I asked you first.” She squirmed as he applied more pressure, so she countered with a squeeze that tented his sweatpants.

“The compromise Koval negotiated with Starfleet is imperfect,” She nipped at his chin. “Our marriage recognized, but assigned to space duty only if we agree to separate ships. Our marriage recognized and assigned to the same community if we agree to an assignment on Earth or on a space station.”

He distracted her by nibbling on her neck while his free hand slipped under her pyjama top to caress a breast.

“Either way our partnership is public and recognized,” he reminded her as she undulated stimulated by his touch.

“Yes, I am pleased that I may introduce you as my husband here as well as on Vulcan,” her breathing became laboured.

She grabbed his head with both hands and pulled it down so that she could devour his mouth. He did not stop arousing her. She released him only when he brought her satisfaction.

Short of breath and with pounding heart she told him, “I have accepted an assignment on Jupiter Station.”

He whooped for joy, rolling over so that he straddled her pelvis. Tenderly he drew her pyjama bottoms down, scenting the room with her arousal.

She watched lust suffuse his face, which caused her body to tingle. “You chose Jupiter Station?”

“Sure did babe,” teasingly he lowered his sweatpants to his knees, exposing his desire.

“That way we are available to Phlox as he sifts his way through the gene pool,” Trip spread her legs. “I wouldn’t want to be at the other end of the universe when he figures out how to we can get pregnant.”

The joining of their bodies was slow. He slid his arms up under her back so that his hands could grip her shoulders. He pulled her down as he pushed up. She groaned with pleasure, hooking her legs together across his back.

“Switch the waves on, darling.” T’Pol pressed a key on the PADD that lay on the bed by her side. The sound of ocean waves crashing against the shore drifted from speakers hidden in the ceiling. He used that most primal rhythm to set the pace of his entry and withdrawal.

Between deep guttural groans of surrender she nipped her away across his chest. He concentrated on the sound of the waves. Slowly out, slowly in, slowly out, slowly in until she convulsed around him. His control evaporated. Like the Phoenix he was consumed by the flames. Like the Phoenix he would rise again from the ashes transformed by her need for him.

The End


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A whole mess of folks have made comments

fabulous story!

I will only give you one word because I believe it says it all... WOW!

THUD! Marvellous story. WOW!!!!

"Your suggestion that ‘I try before I buy’ was an excellent one." :-)))))

Bravo! Excellent story, wonderful ending. Made me 'whoop for joy' too! Thank you for a brilliant tale beautifully told, Ali D :~)

Of course they'd end up together... was I worried :) I wasn't fooled for a minute ;)

Wow! I wonder if there'll be a sequel to follow up? I'm interested in Adam and T'Nessa as well . . ,

I know this isn't technically a summer "contest". but you set the mark very high all the same...thanks for a great story (and not breakin' our hearts)! :o)

One of the most enjoyable stories I've read this summer. Thanks for posting.

I enjoyed this story very much! Like all your stories, it's fresh and very sexy, with lots of great character moments and beautiful scenes. Thank you for writing this!

Interesting! I would have thought T'Pol would be the Phoenix risen from the fire. Your usage of language is lyrical at times.