Breaking the Rules

Breaking the Rules

By Arina Jaylin

Email: (don’t abuse just comment) nightspeedfire@yahoo.com
Rating: PG to PG13ish
Summary: T’Pol gets injured, Trip reminisces about his first meetings with her, she realizes they cannot be, but Trip debates that. Oh and the end turns a mite shakespearish so bear with me.
Disclaimer: Do you see the little intern running around paramount serving Berman coffee, that’s me, I own none of these characters, nope, nada, zilch. Though I wish I did, heck I’d even take just Tucker.

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Blood dripped from her wound, her brown eyes flashed in pain and fear, her lips trembled. Her hand moved toward where the searing heat faded, the weapon lowered in the blue hand. The robber ran in fear, he knew nothing of her kind or planet; he hadn’t meant to fire he only meant to rob.

The figure of a woman slumped, the fire in her eyes died.

“NOOOOOO!!!!” Screamed Trip, his eyes immediately fell on the wounded figure, T’Pol. He ran as fast as his well-bodied legs could carry him; he reached for her hand and his communicator. Her hand was still warm and alive but just barely; her head drooped as he reached for her quickly falling body.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

25 years earlier



“Dad, why do they have such funny ears?” Trip questioned. He was eight and quite curious. His dad ruffled Trip’s dirty blond hair.

"Well son, that’s because they’re a different race, not human beings, they’re called Vulcan’s.” Trip’s blue eyes were fixed on the Vulcan woman walking down the street to the Vulcan compound. She glanced at him and dismissed him as another petty human. Her brown hair and eyes would fall upon his eyes later in life.

Trip ran up to her, his dirty blond hair swished back and forth, “Can I touch your ears?”

The Vulcan looked aghast at the question.

“I’m sorry Ma’am. My son Trip’s always been a curious little feller, sorry bout that.” The older Charlie scurried Trip back to the simple home that Trip would always remember, but he would a also remember her eyes like fire.

25 years later


“Cap’n, T’Pol’ been wounded! I need someone here as soon as ya can spare ‘im!” Trip’s voice was anxious and worried; he almost screamed. He had never thought this could happen to her not now, he felt his emotions peak. His blue eyes watered as salty streams poured from them. This scene had gathered unwanted attention from the people they were supposed to be observing.

He tore a piece of fabric from this shirt and wrapped her leg, he didn’t know what the energy blaster had hit, but he was sure it might be fatal. Blood now soaked his clothes but he didn’t care, all his attention focused on her right now, nowhere else, no one else but her.

His fingers brushed her silky hair from her forehead; he dripped water down her lips, and spoke light words to her.

“T’Pol, I loved ya, ya know. I always have, but a guy can’t afford to risk his feelings like that.” Her eyes remained shut along with her lips; Trip’s tears came even faster and washed her hair in salty tears. He could see the doc coming it wouldn’t be long.




17 years earlier


Trip wiped the beads of sweat down his forehead, he was nervous as he waited for the results of the Starfleet entrance exams. He was a nervous kid at sixteen well at least he hadn’t felt this nervous since he had driven the hover tractor into the neighbor’s yard, he had been in hot water then. The class had been taught by a Vulcan, a female one with dark menacing eyes, brown ones at that.
He tried to grin at a joke one of his buddies on the football team had told him earlier, but he couldn’t remember it. The metal doors swished open, a cold stare came from the figure that exited, she was emotionless.

“You have passed Ensign Tucker.” Well so much for congratulations, Trip almost flinched as she handed him the P.A.D.D. with the results. He saluted her, stood at attention, and exited. He would never forget her eyes like fire.



17 years, thirty seconds later


The Captain and Travis ran up, they showed worried looks of concern; the captain was armed with a med kit and a mock stretcher. Trip shivered deeply with fear as he saw her lying stiff and almost crypt like. He helped the Captain and Travis lift her, he hadn’t realized how light she was, and it pained him how he learned this. They hurriedly but carefully ran her back to the shuttle pod, she was barely breathing, and her eyes no longer were open but rather fluttered from time to time. They sealed the hatch, the shuttle pod burst to life in a blue flame of heat.

“We’re almost there, T’Pol. Hang on.” Hang on, the words echoed like a distant memory Trip choked, his eyes flamed as blue as the engines.

1 year ten months earlier

“Cap’n I can’t believe were letting them putting a spy on the ship.” Trip was frustrated; Vulcans seemed to be able to manipulate any situation no matter how trivial or serious.

“We need their maps, so we had to compromise.” The captain sounded unsure but firm,

“But a spy, I don’t think that’s very fair, do you?” Just as Trip was about to put the rest of his two bits in, the doorbell rang,

“Come in.” The captain was a real friendly guy, but Trip just couldn’t see how he could take this. The door swished, the slim and trim Vulcan figure entered, Trip almost gaped, it was her; her eyes weren’t quite as enflamed, but he could never forget them.

“Captain, this is the P.A.D.D. with my official dispatch to your command at 0900 hours.” The Vulcan handed the captain the document, and remained standing. Obviously she did not recall their two former meetings.

“That’s fine Sub Commander T’Pol,” the captain spoke calmly as he reviewed the document. Trip cleared his throat, “Oh and this is Commander Charles Tucker the III.” She looked unmoved at the gesture.

“Trip, call me Trip,” Trip reached out his hand for her to shake it. She refused, then Trip saw something he didn’t, couldn’t believe. She showed a look of recognition at him. This would be interesting, maybe they could be friends.



1 year 10 months 5 hours 7 minutes later

Trip sat by T’Pol’s bed, his blue eyes almost welled over with tears. She was stable but her condition was unsure. Even the normally calm Phlox was a bit on edge. Trip leaned over her face; his warm breath heated the seemingly lifeless figure. Her eyes lightly fluttered, the eyes that had used to be so full of fire opened, no recognition stirred no spark or flame.

“Commander,” she spoke softly, almost a whisper. As a spark came and ignited the once blazing fire, the edge of Trip’s mouth cracked into a grin.

“That’s right, T’Pol.” His mouth was a full spread grin, her lifesigns started to stablize after who knew how long. Trip didn’t care about anything but her.

She stared at him with her piercing fire eyes, “You’re safe T’Pol, you’re safe. Do ya remember what happened?” Trip questioned her slowly.

“Yes I do, Commander.” Her eyes blinked, her lips drew into a crease as she mouthed a few words into a whisper.

I love you, but it cannot be.




1 hour later

Trip sat slouched in a chair in his room, a bottle of scotch was gripped loosely in his hand. He wanted to get drunk and get away from it all. She had said no for a reason he could barely comprehend, now especially. I can see why not just any human male, but I’m different. I love her, so why not? Tears beaded down his cheeks, his sorrow was different but was sorrow nonetheless.
The doorbell to his room buzzed, “Come in,” Trip’s words were sorrow-filled, a man apart was he. The door opened, it was she, T’Pol. He didn’t want to see her, but he did--a perfect image of beauty to him that was not for him.

“Are you feeling all right, Commander? You appear to be intoxicated. Maybe I should return later when…” She paused as he raised his hand.

“Stay, T’Pol. I may be a bit drunk, but I’m not totally.” She sat on his bed, staring at him, studying him. “Why?” Trip could’ve used different words, but it seemed simple ones were better.

“Because the answer is simple. You are Human. I am Vulcan, two different species that clash so often even as strong a thing as love cannot save them.” Her seemingly stoic words went through Trip. What she said was a weak argument--there was another reason.

“Well Missy, I’ve learned in my 33 years of life that love can save anything, though an emotion it may be.” Silence filled the room, as memories filled Trip. And rules filled T’Pol. The future seemed uncertain.

She choked out a whisper again, It cannot be.

“The storybooks say it can. I love you. You love me. To heck with the Science Directorate.” He waited for her response; it came with a seemingly vague like emotion.

“What about rules and regulations? Those are set for us to follow.”

“Still stubborn T’Pol.” Trip paused and continued, “If we have to break every rule, for this love for this bond, I will do so, because I love ya. We are meant to do this, ta turn heads, ta make every Vulcan whisper, and to make every human cheer, to make every human love us and hate us, and most importantly, because we care for each other, No one--and I mean No one--can break us.”

Trip breathed, T’Pol seemed to meditate on these words; they were like fresh air to her.

“So then, it is so. We will break the bonds of rules for love, how Illogical, yet so fascinating and Logical.”

Trip grinned at her words, “Is that a yes, Missy?” He questioned her mock seriously.

“Yes, it is.” she replied.

I love ya then.” He said contentedly as he took her hands in his.

“Fascinating.”



The End, she wrote

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Pretty good...though I think T'Pol gave in a bit to quickly. I doubt she would be so easily swayed.
Also..you went a bit crazy with the time jumping...but overall...it was good. ;)

I liked this though it had a disjointed feel with the final scene 'one hour later'. T'Pol was badly injured from that knife wound, almost died, yet one hour later she goes to Trip's room to see him and he is half drunk? I would have liked to have seen more passage of time for her to heal and for some exchange of dialogue in the interim to progress the two main characters into this final scene. It feels rushed and tacked on. I did enjoy what you were trying to do with this story and it is well written. A little more time and effort on the ending would pay you back ten fold. And of course, there is always a chance to do that - a sequel! Thanks for writing this, Ali D :~)

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"Can I touch your ears?"
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He sure did get to touch them many years later!