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The Final...- Pt. 7

Author - Aquila
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The Final Mission

Part Seven

by Aquila

Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Paramount owns the Star Trek universe.
Summary: A sequel to Starfleet Engineering
Category: Alternate Universe

==

“Charles, help me.”

Trip sat up, drenched with sweat. His night vision had deteriorated as he grew older. He could see little of his surroundings and he could not remember where he was. For six weeks he had awakened on strange ships and planets in the middle of the night, to be hustled from one new environment to another. His heart thudded against his ribcage, alternating with the great draughts of air he drew into his lungs. His mouth was dry and his knees ached. Curiously underneath the fear was the pulse of desire. He had been dreaming of T’Pol.

While she lived, they had lived apart more often than they had lived together. During the periods of abstinence, he would give himself a helping hand from time to time, the only concession he made to their odd circumstances. He had never asked T’Pol how she relieved the ache that their separation should have caused. Should - a word laced with doubt and insecurity – a bitter pill to swallow. Perhaps she had not missed the physical side of their relationship as much as he had?

“I’m in her rooms on Logon II.” He rolled over, clasping the pillow to his chest. He breathed deeply. He imagined the scent of her body still lingered in the warp and weft of the pillow coverings.

She had been insatiable, during their last extended leave together. She had insisted that he meet her at the cabin. It had been the height of summer, during a year of drought. The creek was a broken thread of water. She reveled in the heat. He never saw the sun, because they spent endless days in bed. He only rose for the most essential needs. She drained him of ambition, damming his desire, only releasing a torrent of passion when she had teased and tormented him to the edge of madness. Then she would start over again. He had not questioned her behaviour then, but he questioned it now.

“Tucker to Phlox.”

“Phlox here. Why don’t you join me in the medical lab?”

==

The whoosh of the lab doors opening caused the two beings in lab coats to turn toward him. Each held a bundle in their arms.

“Professor Tucker,” Phlox smiled his most impossibly widest smile, “Do you know Dr. Yuris?”

Trip halted in his tracks. He regarded the Vulcan intently. “I haven’t had the pleasure, although T’Pol told me what he did for her.” Trip raised his hand, creating a vee by separating his first two fingers from the last two fingers of his right hand. “Live long and prosper, Yuris.”

“And you, Professor Tucker,” replied the Vulcan nodding gravely.

The bundles they held began to move, emitting squeaks and squawks.

“The infants are hungry.”

Trip looked again. Each man held a child wrapped in a blanket.

“I can come back.” Trip offered.

“Please stay; we could use an extra pair of hands.” Dr. Yuris offered the child he carried to Trip.

“Haven’t held anything this small, since my older brother introduced me to his grandson a year ago.” Trip took the child. “Made me a great-uncle and I ain’t even braggin’.”

Yuris returned from with the bottle that had been heating in a beaker. He offered it to Phlox, who silenced his charge with the contents.

“Are these your kids, Yuris?” Trip asked, smiling at the tiny pointed ears that were moving in time to the suckling mouth.

“I hope so.”

Trip raised an eyebrow at his cryptic reply. I lived with T’Pol way too long, he thought, observing his own gesture.

Phlox crossed the room, the child in his arms still sucking at the bottle, Phlox held. “He is hoping to adopt them, as the twins have recently lost their mother. Although Yuris is the biological father, he is not the legal father.”

Trip looked up, “What has the legal father got to say about that?”

“That’s what we want to ask you.”

==

He had awakened to find her on top of him, riding his morning arousal to momentary oblivion. What he had taken to be a lucid, but erotic dream, was his hungry wife seeking satisfaction. He let her, falling over the precipice into a stupor, when she collapsed, calling his name with regret and longing.

Could not that have been the moment, when you were conceived, he wondered? Did your mother and I create two lives in that moment, when I was conscious of nothing but your mother quaking around me? Did I miss a miracle?

The babies stirred, restlessly. Yuris had warned him that if he became overly emotional the children would respond. Trip had scoffed at the possibility of a telepathic link between them. Phlox was less skeptical.

“They knew you were in the corridor, long before we did, Mr. Tucker.”

“Coincidence,” declared their only legal parent.

“I think not,” countered Dr. Yuris. “T’Pol imprinted your essence in their minds.”

==

To an engineer of Tucker’s caliber the only thing more incomprehensible than time travel was mind melds. He could debate current scientific theory, with the greatest minds in the universe, yet he did not believe in either. He did not want to believe a life time of evidence in support of their existence, because if he did, then he would have to admit he knew nothing.

When he and T’Pol were struggling to find the road to satisfaction, as a last resort, she had suggested a mind meld.

“Charles, if you knew as intimately and as immediately as I do how my body is responding to your touch, would you not find the situation easier. Think of it as an owner’s manual.”

They were on the floor in front of the wood stove. He had spread a blanket to protect her from splinters. The moon had set. Dawn was an hour away. They had had no sleep. He was frustrated and she – well he had no idea what she was feeling. Which, with hindsight, he realized was the point of her suggestion.

“I don’t read owner’s manuals and maps,” he had flung back at her, flopping onto his back.

She persisted, using his most base instincts against him, for their mutual pleasure. With the rising of the sun, he had acquiesced and they were on the way to a fortune.

End of Part Seven


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Absolutely BRILLIANT! But oh I miss T'Pol, both for myself and for dear old Trip. I find the parts with Jon Archer in had me wanting to wring his neck and shake some sense in him by equal measure. After all Trip and T'Pol had gone through you would have thought he would drop the stupid Admiral routine and just be the friend he ought to have been - regulations be damned. Such a good story, can't wait to see what happens next with Trip and the twins. Well done, Ali D :~)

WHAT NOT HIS BIOLOGICAL CHILDREN?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Hurry more and now!

Good story - even though it jumps back and forth (timewise) I always know when and where you are. And even though T'pol is dead, I feel like she's there. However, like Tracy, I'm confused as to how these twins are not Trip's biological children? Why was Trip thinking about their possible conception day if Yuris and Phlox already said he was only the legal father, not biological one? Please explain and keep writing. Thanks.

I believe I can sum up in three points or less

1. VG
2. Trip and twins...???
3. Poor T'Pol

:)

T'Pol cheated on Trip? This is very good but T'Pol cheated on Trip? I'm in shock. How could T'Pol Cheat on Trip?