Truth Hurts

“BOUND” FANFIC CHALLENGE

Truth Hurts

By Energy4TripnT’Pol

Rating: PG
Disclaimer: ~ an episode of “Star Trek: Enterprise”: $ on Paramount’s budget. Getting Trip and T’Pol together: priceless for us desperate fanfic writers. So no, I’m not making money and Paramount owns the series and all the characters involved. ~
Genre: Of course romance, slight angst, some mystery, just a hint of everything else . . .
Archiving: No archiving, please.
Summary: After the Orion incident and a fight in Engineering, T’Pol tells Trip her thoughts about the “bond” and Trip doesn’t exactly take it well.
Spoilers: A few things I’ve heard about “Bound”

* * *

Trip Tucker stood in his old roaming grounds in Engineering, constantly keeping an eye over his shoulder. Kelby was watching him as well, and frankly the newly promoted chief engineer seemed a little resentful of Trip being there. Most of the old Engineering crew was glad to have their former chief back, seeing as how his transfer to Columbia was senseless in their minds.

Of course, the hidden reason that he had left was the other reason that he was keeping an eye out. Commander T’Pol, the Vulcan science officer as well as first officer, could show up in Engineering at any time. Tensions were still running high between them, although she was attempting to act friendly. They had been friends for going on four years; the neuro-pressure sessions had gotten them closer. And one night, during neuro-pressure, they had a discussion about his attractions to Amanda Cole.

He wasn’t sure anymore about how it happened, whether it was T’Pol who brought up the issue or himself. But as it turned out, after the discussion turned to talking about Sim, T’Pol made the first move.

She kissed him; Trip reciprocated and the rest is history.

After that night, they continued neuro-pressure until late one night; he had walked to her quarters, concerned about her. They came to the conclusion that they wouldn’t conduct the sessions anymore. Trip looked slightly disappointed, seeing through T’Pol’s excuse. The truth was that ever since that one night, T’Pol had been avoiding him.

After Sphere 41 was destroyed, Trip and T’Pol shared what he would call an intimate moment in the Command Center. She had started previously calling him Trip; shortly after their return home, Trip dropped by her quarters and subtly hinted about having no place to go. T’Pol invited him to visit Vulcan with her. Trip walked out of her quarters, smiling like an idiot.

When they arrived on Vulcan, Trip was flirting harmlessly with her until T’Les came out into the courtyard. Yet inside, lying on the table was a note from Koss, T’Pol’s ex-fiancé. A couple days later, overlooking the Fire Plains, T’Pol told Trip that she was marrying Koss.

Trip fell apart inside. Yet he listened while T’Pol explained her reasons for it. And right before the wedding, when Trip was adjusting his shirt collar, T’Les asked him if he had told T’Pol that he was in love with her. He hadn’t realized it until T’Pol told him that she was marrying the other guy, but it was true. Trip loved T’Pol just enough, however, that he kept silent about his feelings.

T’Pol gave him a kiss on the cheek just before the ceremony; it eased his hurt feelings but not by much. A couple weeks later, the senior staff was recalled after the crisis with the Augments started. Trip casually talked with T’Pol and asked about her honeymoon. After she was taken captive by the Orions and then returned to the ship, Trip paid a visit while she recovered in Sickbay. She attempted to soothe it over, telling him that Vulcans didn’t honeymoon.

After the bombing of Earth’s embassy on Vulcan and the death of Admiral Forrest, Archer and T’Pol undertook a mission to find T’Les, an assumed Syrranite, in the Forge. When Administrator V’Las ordered an attack on the Syrranite encampment in the Forge, T’Les was among the casualties. Trip tried talking to T’Pol about it; he figured with losing Lizzie he would know a thing or two about losing family. But T’Pol, being as stubborn as she was, said she was fine.

And then during the mission to Babel for the peace talks between the Tellarites and the Andorians, she blew it. Trip ended up asking Archer for a transfer. He didn’t tell him everything, but it sufficed in his mind that his feelings for T’Pol were getting in the way of his work on Enterprise. He reasoned they needed help on Columbia to get out of Spacedock, and as much as Archer hated to see him go, he approved the transfer.

And as they approached Spacedock, Trip had an unexpected visitor: T’Pol. She had the gall to come into his quarters and ask if she was the reason that he was leaving. And Trip acted like a total, complete jerk and said, “This may come as a shock to you, but not everything in universe revolves around you.”

T’Pol looked like he had just shot her; she turned and left. Trip silently admitted that he would have preferred to leave it on a better note, but for all he knew, T’Pol didn’t feel anything towards him. Anymore.

Things on Columbia weren’t that much better; within the first two days that he had been onboard, two people in Engineering asked for transfers. Then the Klingons sabotaged the engines on Enterprise and Trip was the only one capable of fixing them. And then in Engineering, who was the first person that he saw?

T’Pol. He started acting like his old self again, saying things like, “Fancy meetin’ you here.” “Someone hasn’t been taking care of my engines.”

“Speak with the Klingons,” T’Pol curtly replied. Any other time, if she had said something similar to that, he would have burst out laughing. But seeing as how the fate of everyone onboard was affected by Trip’s work, he manually shut down the engines. The sparks went flying; Trip hunkered down by the bulkhead with the other crewmen, keeping a hand on T’Pol just to make sure that she was safe.

Quickly, he reinitialized the engines and Enterprise was flying off her own power again. With Columbia’s assistance, Archer rescued Phlox and once they were both back onboard in Sickbay, Trip, T’Pol, and Captain Hernandez met them. The female captain quickly left without Trip, and once T’Pol found out that he was staying onboard to help with repairs, her expression softened.

Trip shook his head; there had been something else that he was forgetting. Oh, yeah; in Engineering onboard Columbia, Trip had a weird daydream but where he went in his mind wasn’t where he was trying to go. It was a white space; T’Pol was there, and she said it was where she went in her mind when she meditated. They had a minor disagreement about who would leave; Trip argued that it was his daydream, T’Pol said that she just wanted him to go away.

And then he snapped out of it when a crewman handed him a padd. Trip took it, looked around appearing thoroughly confused, and he was.

But now, he was back on Enterprise and they had just gotten through an incident with Orion women. Oddly enough, it seemed like he was the only male not affected by their pheromones while every other male was.

Behind his back, he sensed movement. Kelby was slightly shifting towards him. “Commander, do you have a minute?”

“Yeah, why not?” Trip asked, glancing at a console.

Kelby paused, and then said, “In all honestly, sir, why are you back on Enterprise?”

Trip turned his head. “Just to help with the engines. Why?”

“It’s just that . . . you being back onboard suggests that I’m less than capable to be in charge of Engineering.”

Trip chuckled. “Well, no offense, Kelby, but I was chief engineer here for over four years. I know the way the engines work. Don’t worry, I’ll be gone again soon.”

“Are you sure?” Kelby tried to mutter under his breath, but it didn’t work.

Trip glanced back at him. “What does that mean?”

Kelby shook his head. “Nothing, sir.”

“Yeah, I think it does. What does that mean?” Trip repeated in a lower voice.

Kelby looked straight at him. “I think that there’s another reason that you’re still here.” Kelby glanced over Trip’s right shoulder towards the door as it opened. “And I think that she just walked in.”

Trip had a bad feeling about who it was; yet he looked behind him to see who had just entered Engineering.

It was T’Pol.

Before Trip could even think about it, he pulled his hand back into a fist and extended it, hitting Kelby square in the jaw. Kelby went down, and behind him T’Pol cried out, “Mr. Tucker!”

Trip, being the gentleman that he was, knelt down and extended a hand to Kelby. The engineer was still rubbing his jaw as it turned black and blue from the bruising. “If you ever say another word like that about Commander T’Pol, I’ll do that again. That’s a promise.”

“Then you better tell her to get out of Engineering if she doesn’t want to see you getting knocked out,” Kelby said sotto voce as he punched Trip from his position on the floor.

Trip sprawled out on the floor. Kelby was trying to stand, but Trip beat him to it. Hess and T’Pol stood back and let them have it out. Yeah, I know it’s illogical but hey, so am I, Trip said to himself. “You really gonna have it out?”

“It proves my theory.”

Trip walked in a semi-circle around. “And what would that be?”

Quietly, Kelby whispered, “You’re in love with the Vulcan.”

Trip lost it. He tried punching him again, but Kelby blocked it and behind him, T’Pol and Hess came over to restrain someone. Inside, Trip was glad: he could have done some serious damage. T’Pol held Trip back as Hess restrained Kelby. “Commanders, restrain yourselves,” T’Pol said.

Trip glared at Kelby with contempt. As T’Pol helped Trip to the door, she asked, “Are you in need of medical attention?”

He shook his head. “Just a cold pack. I’ve got one in my quarters.”

She helped him to the turbolift, and he stepped softly along. T’Pol followed closely behind him as she asked, “May I ask a question?”

Trip rubbed his jaw. “Sure.”

“What was the argument about in Engineering?”

“Ah, Kelby was insinuating that I was still on Enterprise because of you.”

They reached the turbolift. They stepped inside and Trip pushed the B-deck button, adding, “Originally, I’d stayed to help with the engine repairs.”

“Which statement is currently more accurate?” T’Pol asked.

The turbolift opened. Trip and T’Pol stepped out, and he replied, “I don’t know. I mean, the engines still need work and I was on the ship for over four years. It just made sense that I was still here.”

They kept silent until they reached his quarters. He went in first, opening his cabinet and looking for a cold pack. “In light of what you said to me just before you left Enterprise, what about me?” T’Pol said, crossing her arms.

Trip pulled the cold pack out and activated it, holding it against his head. Sitting back on his bunk, he replied, “About what I said before I left, I was being pretty rude. I’m sorry.”

T’Pol uncrossed her arms. “It’s all right. I suppose it was deserved.”

“No,” Trip said, standing up and holding the cold pack against his head. “We’re both stubborn but despite that, you didn’t deserve it. I’m sorry I was being mean. I just didn’t know what else to say at the time.”

T’Pol glanced at the door, and then turned back to Trip. “Do you need further assistance?”

Trip shook his head. “Ah, I’ll be okay. I’ll drop by Sickbay later, just to be sure.”

T’Pol nodded and turned back to the door. Trip glanced back up at her. “Wait. What about what you said earlier? About what I said?”

T’Pol paused. “About what?”

“About which is true: me being on Enterprise because of work or because of you,” Trip said.

She shrugged. “Which one is true?”

“I’ve been on Enterprise because Captain Archer wanted me to help with engine repairs.” He walked slowly towards her and slightly smiled. “But I still care about you.”

T’Pol nodded. “I assumed as much.”

“Archer to T’Pol.”

Trip groaned as T’Pol hit the comm. “T’Pol here.”

“Are you still in Engineering?”

She glanced at Trip. “No, I briefly left,” she said, not splurging on details.

“I need you back on the Bridge, just for a minute.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes. T’Pol out.” She pushed the comm button again and Trip looked at her, slightly confused.

“I didn’t think it took that long to get to the Bridge,” he wryly noted.

“I wanted to ask you a question. Was Dr. Phlox able to determine a reason for why you weren’t affected by the Orion pheromones?”

He shook his head; it had been one of the last things on his mind. “I hadn’t been by Sickbay yet.”

“I have a hypothesis, but it is theoretical at best. Another question: shortly after you left Enterprise, did you have a daydream that involved me and a white space?”

Trip nodded, completely confused as to how she knew that. “Yeah. You said it’s where you went meditating. How did ya--”

T’Pol interrupted, “That daydream was not one-sided. I was meditating at the time and saw it as well.”

Trip narrowed his eyes. “So you saw it too? How?”

“Again, I remind you, this is hypothetical. However, this recent incident with the Orion women only adds to my belief in my theory.”

“What . . . theory?!” Trip asked, clearly exasperated.

T’Pol looked him straight in the eyes, and she murmured two words that made him wonder if Kelby gave him a concussion somehow when he hit him. “We’re bonded.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said we’re--”

“Nah, I heard what you said,” Trip interrupted, more shocked now than in question about what T’Pol had said. “What do you mean, bonded?”

“It is similar to the bond that develops between two Vulcans when they marry. I was unable to initiate a bond with Koss when we married because in a manner, I was already attached to you.”

Trip put his hands on his hips. “So, if this theory is true, what does it involve?”

“Vulcan couples bond to alert one mate as to when the other enters pon farr. If they don’t mate, a hormonal imbalance causes a neural overload and the person in question, the one with pon farr, will die. In our case, that is only true 50%.”

“Why didn’t you tell me all this the last time I asked about pon farr?” Trip asked, half-joking.

T’Pol glared at him and continued. “Bonding puts two mates entirely in tune with each other. They can sense injuries, bad feelings, and good feelings as well, due to the fact that Vulcans have partial telepathic capabilities.”

“So, when Kelby punched me, you felt that?” Trip asked.

T’Pol nodded, “Somewhat,” and motioned for him to sit down again on the bunk. She picked up the cold pack from next to him and pressed it back against his head. “There is more information.”

“I figured.”

“When two mates are bonded, they cannot mate with another.”

“So when two mates are bonded, it’s a done deal? There’s no choice in the matter?”

In two seconds, T’Pol considered what answering “yes” to this question implied for Trip. But answering “no” would be a lie. So she braced herself and answered, “You are correct. After the bonding, if one of the two attempts to mate with another, it will result in a neural overload as well.”

“No? Ya mean, I’m stuck with you?”

The way Trip said it made him regret it immediately, and he knew he had hurt her feelings. But T’Pol looked to the door, said, “I’m needed on the Bridge,” and stood from the bed, smoothing out her uniform.

“Yeah, I got somethin’ that I gotta do, too,” he replied, standing as well and placing the cold pack on the dresser.

“I do wish to continue this conversation later,” T’Pol said, pausing by the door.

Trip half-nodded, half-shook his head so she wouldn’t be able to tell what he meant. “I gotta head down by Engineering, so I might be hard to find.”

T’Pol nodded and exited his room.

Trip glanced after her for only a second, and then he went to his desk, sat down, and put a hand to his head. After a second, a single tear appeared at the corner of his eye. But he honestly didn’t know whether he was crying because T’Pol was the only person he could ever love now, because he was the only person that T’Pol could ever love, or because he was mad at T’Pol for telling him without provocation.

He shook his head and the teardrop fell to the desk-top. The last idea didn’t make any sense; T’Pol would have told him about this bond because she still had feelings for him, much as he had just confessed to her earlier.

Suddenly, Trip thought of a lonely place nestled between the hull and the gravity plating where he could go to sort out this problem: the sweet spot.

* * *

On the Bridge, Archer and T’Pol had finished conferring about a possible uninhabited planet that they were en route for as she walked back to the Situation Room to press the comm. “T’Pol to Engineering.”

Her telepathic senses weren’t honed enough yet with Trip to talk to him through his mind. She hoped that he was being truthful and was at his station but someone else answered. T’Pol got worried as she heard, “Hess here, Commander.”

“Is Commander Tucker in Engineering?”

“Uh, no. No one has seen him since Kelby punched him and you helped him out.”

“Is Commander Kelby in Engineering?”

“Kelby went to Sickbay.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant. Bridge out.” T’Pol went to the console next to her, searching for internal bio-signs. She found a match; she narrowed her eyes as it was between the hull plating and the gravity generator. It was a match to Trip’s bio-signs, and he was still conscious.

Archer walked back from his chair. “T’Pol?” he asked quietly. “Is everything all right?”

“Yes,” she said, almost breathlessly. “There is a matter that I need to attend to below decks. May I be excused?”

Archer, albeit with narrowed eyes, nodded at her. T’Pol walked to the turbolift, entered, and the doors shut on the worried face of a Vulcan.

* * *

Archer glanced around to the crewmen on the Bridge. Hoshi Sato only offered a shrug for an explanation and glanced back to Travis Mayweather; Malcolm Reed was glancing at his console as usual, and no one was paying attention to anything else.

The captain wandered back to where T’Pol had been standing. She had been searching for bio-signs in the ship. The name of one of the senior officers was on the screen and it suddenly made sense to Archer. T’Pol was looking for Trip.

Archer chuckled and let it go. There was clearly something going between his two senior officers; he would figure out motive later.

* * *

“Trip?”

Trip Tucker glanced down from his perspective – up from T’Pol’s – and saw the Vulcan’s head sticking out of the hatchway. With the utter look of surprise and confusion on her face, Trip smiled as she asked, “What are you doing?”

“Oh, just sittin’ in the sweet spot, thinkin’,” Trip answered, holding a padd.

“’Sweet spot’?” T’Pol asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, I found Travis sittin’ here after Enterprise first launched. It’s on every ship between the hull and the grav plating.”

“Fascinating. May I come up?” T’Pol asked, looking up at him.

Trip sighed; they were gonna duke it out and there was no time like the present. “Sure.”

T’Pol glanced back at him. “How do I get up?”

Trip smiled; he appreciated having something over her head. “Um, see those hand rails on either side of the hatch? Brace your hands and barely push up. If you push too hard, you’ll crash into the bulkhead.”

As gracefully as she could, T’Pol pushed off and floated up to where he was resting, suspended in mid-air. Trip held an arm out to brace her, and she glanced at him, thanking him. The eye contact only lasted two seconds – but in their mind, it felt like fifteen seconds. She sided off next to him as he asked, “So. You wanna talk again or what?”

“Actually, I wanted to apologize,” she said quietly. “I should have been more discreet when I told you about my theory.”

“It’s okay, T’Pol,” Trip said, turning to face her. “I shouldn’t have blown up the way I did at you. Ever since Lizzie died, I tried putting all my feelings inside of me. And after you helped me, I figured I should try being a little more open again. And suffice it to say some days it gets me into trouble.” He shrugged at her as a tear formed at the outer corner. “And I’m sorry I screwed up. Again.”

T’Pol looked at Trip as he turned away. Softly, she laid a hand on his shoulder. He glanced slowly at her hand and gently laid his on top, bringing it down and stroking hers with his thumb. Between their eyes, they could almost see what the other was thinking. Trip cleared his voice, saying, “What about the bond?”

“What about it?”

“Um, does being bonded mean that we can read each others mind?” he asked, letting a grin spread back over his face.

T’Pol seemed to enjoy seeing him smile again, but she answered, “Over time, you will be able to discern what I am thinking. However, I believe a mind-meld is needed to strengthen the link.”

Trip paused before replying. “I can live with that,” he replied. “Just tell me where and when.”

“My quarters at 1900 hours.”

“As long as nothin’ explodes in Engineering – nah, scratch that. I’ll be there, no matter what.”

She nodded in acknowledgement, but when she maneuvered around to leave she stopped. Behind her, Trip looked a little confused as she turned back around. “I have a question about the earlier fight in Engineering. What did Commander Kelby say about me that provoked you?”

He shrugged. “Just sayin’ anything about you. Basically, he said--”

The first sentence seemed like enough for T’Pol. She didn’t even give him enough time to finish his second sentence before she leaned her head in to his and kissed him, ever so lightly. She pulled back after four seconds, and Trip slightly smiled, wondering if this was actually a game of cause and effect. He tested his idea, saying, “Um, he said--”

T’Pol was back on him, pressing him against the wall. Either she really didn’t want to hear what Kelby had said, Trip silently thought, or she was enjoying this little game they had going on. He smiled when he had the chance, gasping from lack of air. “Ya really don’t wanna know, do ya?”

With her face inches away from his, she repeated, “My quarters, 1900 hours.”

“I’ll be there, believe me,” Trip said emphatically.

T’Pol broke the gaze and propelled herself back to the hatch.

Trip smiled and followed behind her.

* * *

Walking down a near-by corridor, a man was shaking his head. Despite his earlier thoughts, he had gone to find two of the senior officers. He found them all right – making out in the ship’s sweet spot. He pulled his head out as quickly as he could and so, anyone who saw him shaking his head didn’t bother to stop and ask.

He walked to the turbolift and pressed the button for the Bridge. As the lift pushed him upwards, he silently thought about what he had seen. The turbolift stopped, he stepped out, and Hoshi Sato looked at him. “Sir, are you all right?”

Jonathan Archer shook his head, yet again, and smiled. “It’s nothing.”

* * *

Trip walked to T’Pol’s quarters, later that night, tugging down on his sleeves which were stuck at the elbows. He had taken one last glance in the mirror but it hadn’t occurred to him that the shirt sleeves were supposed to stop at the elbows.

He was nervous; he had no idea of what was going to happen tonight, or what was going to happen in the next year. Around him, the lights were dimmed for night-time. Most crewmen were in their quarters already, asleep or getting ready for it. Right now, Trip was standing nearer to T’Pol’s quarters, and he wasn’t feeling any less nervous.

“Come in.”

He hadn’t even realized he had been standing in front of her door, that he had pushed her button. He pressed another button and walked in.

T’Pol was sitting on the bed, and she rose up. She was wearing pajamas and the satin robe over them, the same satin robe that she had been wearing the night that she – Trip reworded it before he thought it – made her feelings known. Despite what they said afterwards, that night was the first time that they had gotten it out in the open. Tonight was another consummation of sorts and as Trip thought about it in that manner, he looked forward to it now.

But after what had happened earlier, Trip and T’Pol were both feeling a little shy. Trip smiled as T’Pol approached him with a padd. She looked him over, and then asked, “Are you nervous?”

“Gee, how’d ya figure that out?”

Stoically, she replied, “Your shirt and your pants are not of corresponding colors.”

“What? Ya gotta be kidding me,” he said in disbelief. He hadn’t passed many crewmen, but he couldn’t believe he was walking around looking like a five-year-old.

“Would you feel better partially disrobing?”

Trip glanced sideways at her. “Would you?”

“It makes no difference to me. A mind-meld is usually considered an intimate procedure among Vulcans.”

As she spoke, Trip was taking off his T-shirt over his head and he laid it on her bed. “By the way, have you ever performed a mind-meld before?”

She nodded. “I performed one once with Ensign Sato,” she said, lowering herself cross-legged onto the floor and gesturing for Trip to do the same.

As Trip lowered himself onto the floor across from her, he put her last two statements together and blurted, “Hoshi?!”

“Dr. Phlox had just been kidnapped. At the time, there was no foreseeable alternative.”

He shrugged in defeat. “How’d that turn out?”

“Ensign Sato suffered no ill effects, yet she did experience the white-space dream as well. She noted that there was a romantic quality to it.”

“Oh, really?” Trip said sarcastically. “So what does that say ’bout you?”

T’Pol said nothing in response, yet her eyes said “drop it.” “Are you ready to begin?”

Trip was considering saying something sarcastic, yet it would have come across as him being unserious about the entire thing. So he replied, “Yes,” and sighed.

T’Pol said, “Close your eyes,” as she did. She extended her hand to his head and intoned, “My mind to your mind . . .”

In the moments that followed, suddenly Trip understood.

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A whole mess of folks have made comments

that was great! Very believable. ;) Can't wait for more! there will be more right? :)

That was wonderful!!!!!!
I can't wait for more! Please, update soon!

Brilliant, just loved this! Although I have not yet seen the episode with Kelby in it the guy sounds like a real jerk. I'm just surprised T'Pol didn't knock his head off at the neck for touching Trip. Can't wait to see what happens next now they have mind-melded. And it was just funny Archer spotting them 'making out' in the sweet spot. Ali D :~)

WHAT! You can't stop there!? I was getting into it and then saw "Back to Fan Fiction Main Menu" which meant it was finished. That's just like the old movies 'fade to black'. Update, sequel or whatever soon! Please.....

Loved it! Sweet and touching. I agree with scarletwitch, though -- sequel!

awsome and I agree
"Well, ya can't stop there"

I've enjoyed reading all the Bound fanfic and I really liked your story I hope you'll continue this I would like to see what happens to Trip during his first minmeld with T'Pol.He seemed fascinated by the Meld Soval performed on th injured security officer during the vcw arc.

Thanks for answering the challenge... great spin on the possiblities....

Wonderful! I hope that you will continue the story however! I'm most interested in seeing what happens during the meld!! Please write a sequel!

great job; so ready for a sequel.....

So sweet! Loved it, especially the parts with Archer, I was cracking up!

I liked this a lot AFTER you finished the summary of how the characters got to this specific point; I don't see why it was necessary to give us this history lesson. But after that concluded and the story moved on I thought it was very well written and I enjoyed it a lot.

I. too, am anxious to see what Trip thinks of the mind-meld. They seem to hurt each other so often that I'm wondering if they can really love each other again.

Please show me that they can.

I waste a lot of time reading T&T fanfic - I think this is my favorite one. I liked the review of all the good parts. Please continue.

The history review wasn't really needed I guess. But I liked the story that followed afterwards. The sweet spot was a nice touch.

Don't worry, people, I'll be updating soon. Yet, I haven't been around my computer much and don't expect to much in the future. But I'll try, so keep looking back!
Energy

Great story! I quite liked the "history review". It reminded me of some of my favourite TnT moments. And I loved that last line - a perfect place to end this story and a great setup for a sequel.

Best Story since Similitude !!!
I love It and love Enterprise!

Thanks a bunch, and since it's been left in the archive I'll be sending a sequel soon. I'll be adding more elements from the episode to make it seem more realistic.
Energy

Hey, everyone, sorry I haven't been by lately but I just moved and everything, StarTrek included, went into storage for a while. But I'm working on a story; it's called "Veracity of the Mind" and I'm hoping I'll have it done soon. Keep on the watch!
Energy

Hey, everyone, sorry I haven't been by lately but I just moved and everything, StarTrek included, went into storage for a while. But I'm working on a story; it's called "Veracity of the Mind" and I'm hoping I'll have it done soon. Glad some of you found it hilarious, it was hard to write anything funny after Paramount killed Trip, but keep on the watch!
Energy

Hey, everyone, sorry I haven't been by lately but I just moved and everything, StarTrek included, went into storage for a while. But I'm working on a story; it's called "Veracity of the Mind" and I'm hoping I'll have it done soon. Glad some of you found it hilarious, it was hard to write anything funny after Paramount killed Trip, but keep on the watch!
Energy

Please ignore the first and second comments I posted, my computer went crazy!

Hey all, just found the announcement that the site is no longer accepting fanfic submissions. Sorry but I never finished my sequel. But then again, it's been over a year! Hope you all enjoyed the fanfic I've written and remember, Trip and T'Pol still live!
Thanks to all, Energy