Like a Phoenix from the Fire – Part 6

Season 3.5 - Summer Fan Fiction Challenge

Like a Phoenix from the Fire – Part 6

by 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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Part 6

While Phlox monitored her brain waves, T’Pol passively reviewed digital images of the lost Vulcan ship, Seleya. The experience she thought was not dissimilar to movie night. Two dimensional images flashed across a flat surface in a narrative form. Ensconced in a darkened room she was the viewer manipulated by music and juxtapositions intended to elicit emotional responses. During movie night her response had been suspended somewhere between scepticism and disbelief. The difference T’Pol reminded herself was that these images were not figments of fantasy, but a record of a catalytic reality. The Seleya mission had precipitated a personal crisis so extreme that she had risked her sanity.

“Very good, T’Pol,” were Phlox’s encouraging words from behind the curtain where the biomonitor was located. “You are demonstrating admirable control.”

The scene shifted in location and time from the Seleya to Ambassador Soval. T’Pol relived his announcement of her addition to the crew of the Enterprise. T’Pol recalled the animosity displayed by the Humans in the audience when the announcement was made. They had boycotted the reception afterward. Despite the reaction she had taken personal pride in the honour she recalled.

“Perhaps that was my undoing?” Pride was an emotion abhorred by Surak and her people.

“What did you say, T’Pol?”

“I merely cleared my throat, Doctor,” she replied.

When did I learn to prevaricate so adroitly?

She felt as if she were watching vignettes of a stranger’s life. The stranger, she remembered, smarting from the negative reaction of her appointment had boarded Enterprise with a chip on her shoulder. She would prove to all who doubted that she was the best choice for Executive Officer.

Phlox noted a blip on the monitor. Before he could draw T’Pol’s attention to it, she suppressed the emotional spike.

“Easy now, T’Pol,” Phlox cautioned, “Don’t over due it. This is experimental it is possible that you could regress if we are not careful.”

Another familiar face appeared on the screen in front of her, Captain Archer. Commodore now she remembered. She catalogued her feelings: respect, even affection. There was no need to suppress those feelings.

Phlox noted their appearance, saving the data for analysis later. He removed a data disk and inserted another then pushed play.

“Hey baby,” drawled over the earphones into the most primal parts of her psyche. “Phlox told me he explained why I’m not there to see you through this.”

Moisture pooled between her legs. Her nipples stood erect. She fought the urge to reach out and stroke the screen.

“He also told me what you are doing right now,” Trip grinned. “He said you needed specific stimuli to regain your control. This is my really specific contribution, baby.”

He pulled his t-shirt over his head as he had countless times at the commencement of neuropressure sessions. T’Pol’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of his naked chest.

She watched as he tossed the t-shirt away.

“Remember what we were doing when you gave me this?” Trip pointed to a scar just above his right nipple.

Vivid images of the moment she marked him flashed through her mind as Phlox recorded a substantial spike in her brain waves.

“Do you remember resting your chin here?” He pointed to his left collarbone. “It was the first time we got physical. You quivered and shook so hard I carried a bruise here for a week.”

T’Pol remembered so well her pulse rate began to rise.

Phlox monitored her vital signs with apprehension. Perhaps he had misjudged the depth of her feelings for the Commander.

The camera angle changed. Trip ran his finger along the waistband of his sweatpants. The camera followed as his finger ran up the midline and circled his navel.

“Doesn’t give me the same thrill that your finger does, darling” he said as the camera continued to follow his finger downwards until his hand disappeared inside his pants.

T’Pol moaned. She knew the taste and texture of the treasure hidden there. She had no need to see a photograph. Trip demonstrated how well he knew her because the camera shifted back to his face without revealing his hidden asset.

“Honey, I bet your wound up tight as tourniquet right now.” Trip grinned again. “Breathe deeply, T’Pol.” She did as he instructed.

“That’s my girl,” drifted through the earphones into the fog of passion clouding her brain. “Remember the after dinner drink I took that night you pissed off the Moffats?”

She nodded illogically.

“Your body was the cup,” he whispered, “Your fluids were as sweet as any liqueur.”

T’Pol swallowed and Phlox held his finger over the stop button, uncertain if she could take much more.

“Give yourself a hand, T’Pol.” Trip blew her a kiss. “Make yourself feel that way again. I promise I’ll make it up to you when I get home.”

T’Pol did not need a helping hand, merely his promised return.

Phlox watched as the Vulcan female’s brain waves exploded in ecstasy. He dashed around the curtain in a panic, but came to an abrupt halt. A radiant T’Pol stood calmly stretching in a manner that could only be described as sensuously.

“You appear to be fully recovered?” Phlox could not contain his surprise.

“Yes, and I have you to thank,” was her generous reply. “Is it true he has gone to Vulcan?”

No explanation was needed. He knew to whom she was referring.

“Yes, he has,” Phlox smiled, “To plead your case.”

“He hates deserts,” she observed with awe.

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“Gerry did I tell you how much I hate deserts?”

Adams and Tucker stood bare headed under the blazing red sun of Vulcan in a barren plaza in front of the Chamber of the Vulcan High Command.

“About a thousand times,” Gerry patted Tucker on the back, “Here’s some free advice buddy. Don’t mention your dislike of deserts while you’re negotiating with Koval.”

Trip grinned, “What do you mean negotiating?”

Gerry slapped the side of the shuttlepod that had brought them planet side. “As sure as this hull is titanium, the Vulcan behind the mess you are in is the spurned boyfriend.”

The double doors to the Chamber slid open.

“Looks like the welcoming committee is arriving,” Trip gave Adams a quick hug, “Thanks for the moral support, but I gotta do this by myself.”

Adams disengaged from the embrace and slipped inside the shuttle. Trip waved one last time then stepped away to avoid booster burn.

If T’Pol of Vulcan can’t get enough of what I got, how hard could it be to convince these fellas to let well enough alone? His pep talk failed to dispel the pit of vipers twisting about in his gut.

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A handful of people have made comments

Oh Trip.. so cocky. It's never that easy! And I'm so happy T'Pol isn't repressing her feelings for Trip! What a massive relief! Oh wait, there's still more? Wull, she better not screw up.

By the way, that scene was really sexy. I kept wondering why Phlox hadn't busted in earlier.

Wow. I could hear Trip's voice in my head. Very nice piece of writing. I'm looking forward to the next chapter.

The first scene was just delicious. Lesa wasn't the only one who could hear Trip's voice in her head. Glad T'Pol is recovered, also glad to see that she didn't revert back to T'Pol of Season 1, either. Please post the next chapter soon!

Well I'd certainly like to be T'Pol in this story! LOL... though I don't think I'd be able to be away from him longer than five minutes... especially when your watching a video like that!!!! Vulcan or not... I'd be going insane!!!! Good story!

Now that was hot!

"Phlox watched as the Vulcan female’s brain waves exploded in ecstasy. He dashed around the curtain in a panic, but came to an abrupt halt. A radiant T’Pol stood calmly stretching in a manner that could only be described as sensuously."

I hope she´ll stay like this!!