Soul Search Complete - Ch 6

Soul Search Complete

By Favors

Rating: PG-13
Genre: Action-Adventure
DISCLAIMER: Star Trek: Enterprise is owned by Paramount, not me. No infringement intended, no profit made.
Spoilers: All season 4 spoilers, and any aired episodes, any spoilers we’ve all heard about
Summary: T’Pol courts Trip after some soul-searching, Trip gets captured by aliens during an away mission

A/N: italics represent inner-thoughts & musings.

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Chapter 6 (CONCLUSION

“T’Pol?”

“T’Pol? Did you hear me?” Phlox was concerned for her. She had come to sickbay highly agitated. They had been searching the planet for hours and hadn’t located Commander Tucker yet. T’Pol had come to realize she was experiencing more than just frustration and stress over her missing mate.

T’Pol merely nodded her head mutely.

Pon farr*. I’m having my first *pon farr*, and my mate is missing.

“I’m sure you’re familiar with the symptoms. You are in the very early stages, not to worry, not to worry. We’ll have your Commander back safe and sound by the time, you, ah…need him.” Phlox patted her reassuringly on the arm.

“The Captain said he was shot with one of those energy weapons, it caused flu like symptoms and a mild infection in Lt. Reed. What if he…” T’Pol ventured.

“I am prepared for that. I’m sure Commander Tucker will need some time to recuperate before you and Commander Tucker can engage in sexual intercourse. Since he is not Vulcan, he will need to be prepared for the rigors of the Vulcan mating cycle. He will need to be in peak physical condition. When the Commander returns I can brief him on ways to, ah, relieve, your anxiety if he isn’t capable of performing sexually immediately upon his return.”

“The Commander will not need any briefing on that subject. He is…skilled and knowledgeable in that area. Far more than I.” T’Pol sounded uncertain of herself.

Phlox realized that T’Pol’s only experience was with Commander Tucker. She had never been with another partner, not even her husband Koss. Sex was not something that was discussed openly among Vulcans, however, he knew he could broach the subject with her. Phlox found it amusing that she was concerned that she would be disappointing Trip.

“Well, if you like, I can show you the human mating rituals. Humans tend to be quite varied in their sexual pleasures.”

“That would be most welcome, Doctor. Thank you.”

T’Pol departed sickbay 30 minutes later mentally reviewing the information Phlox had shared with her as she headed back to the bridge.

It’s a good thing Trip wasn’t here; he would be purple by now from embarrassment. Humans like to do all these things, but are uncomfortable discussing them. I don’t understand. Will I ever understand them? Will I ever understand Trip? He seems to understand me. Not always, but most of the time.

*****

“Captain, we’ve located a building. It appears to be the only one in the area with a power source.” T’Pol informed the captain.

“Bio-signs?” Archer prompted.

“62 life-forms. 1 human life-form.” T’Pol reported.

“Hoshi, let’s give it one more try with communications.”

Hoshi did as bidden. “No answer sir.”

“Can we get a lock with transporters?” Archer queried.

“No, they have some kind of shielding that blocks the beam.” T’Pol replied, frustrated.

“OK, looks like that’s our target. All right Malcolm, get your team ready. T’Pol and I will meet you in Shuttle Bay 1.”

“Aye sir.”

T’Pol’s face had a triumphant look upon it and her eyes gleamed with an inner fire. She had returned from sickbay more focused and resumed her scans with diligence. They had finally located their missing friend.

I really pity the people holding Trip. I hope she doesn’t kill anyone.

***

Within minutes Shuttle Pod 1 descended to the icy, cold surface. Little was said on the way down to the planet. Archer took note that T’Pol seemed to be in some type of trance. He idly wondered if she were preparing for battle. Travis was able to land the craft .5 kilometers away from the building. T’Pol, Archer, Travis, and 3 MACOs jumped out of the shuttlecraft and headed towards the building.

“I don’t see any sentries, sir.” One of the male MACOs reported, viewing the facility through his scope.

“Let’s go.” Archer ordered the crew.

They trotted forward and hid behind a rise to observe the facility up close.

“That looks like the main entrance, Captain. I am not detecting any surveillance equipment, but that doesn’t mean it does not exist.” T’Pol indicated a large door on the side of the facility.

“May as well let ourselves in then. Let’s get your Trip back, phasers on stun.”

The team made their way to the front door without encountering any of the bird people. Apparently they were unconcerned about intruders or T’Pol was correct, they had well hidden surveillance. Archer was hoping for the former, Phlox had stated these Aveendids weren’t terribly advanced in technology, which is probably why they wanted Trip.

As the breeched the door, Archer’s heart sank. They had been detected; he could hear an alarm being set off.

“Trip’s down below us, several floors, Captain.”

Interesting, she keeps referring to him as Trip. If he were here he’d have an ear to ear grin at hearing her say that. They must be intimate.

“Let’s move fast.” 2 MACOs led the assault, with the Captain, Travis, and T’Pol in the middle, and 1 MACO bringing up the rear.

T’Pol was surprised to discover Amanda Cole was on the rescue team. When they were in the Shuttle on the way down, se had merely cocked an eyebrow at her. Amanda had responded Trip was her friend too.

They encountered several Aveendids soon after entering the complex. The MACOs stunned them quickly and the team continued on in search of Trip. They moved quickly through the complex. They made their way down 2 levels by avoiding the Aveendids when possible, stunning them when not.

When they approached the 3rd level down they encountered the large orange Aveendid in what looked like a large hanger. She was surrounded by several fierce eagles looking Aveendids and was looking down on them from a platform 20’ above. The Aveendids brought their weapons to bear on the rescue team. Below her the rescue team could see Trip being led by a brown spotted Aveendid through an opening. Trip was dirty, pale, and perspiring. He had a metal collar around his throat and had on only his underwear.

T’Pol’s heart ached to see him in such a state. Each MACO took aim on an Aveendid.

Archer called to obvious leader. “We came for our crewman. You have been holding him against his will.”

Upon hearing Archer’s voice Trip turned around.

“Cap’n! T’Pol!” Trip started towards them when the brown spotted Aveendid activated a device that sent Trip to the floor convulsing.

“NO!” T’Pol screamed and started forward.

“You Tupple?” the orange one asked.

“Tupple?” T’Pol repeated. Startled she stopped; the leader seemed to know who she was.

“Tooker mate?” the apparent leader continued.

They could see the brown spotted Aveendid lift Trip up and continue to head towards the opening carrying Trip’s limp form.

“Yes. I’m his mate. Damn you! I want him back! He’s mine!” T’Pol was angry now; she was advancing slowly to the platform. They could see a ladder that led up to it. Archer motioned for the MACOs to start backing her up as he made his way slowly towards where the brown spotted Aveendid had taken Trip.

“I Mistril, I leader. I claim Tooker. You want him back, you fight!” Mistril shrieked down at T’Pol.

Archer halted in his tracks. He motioned for two of the MACOs to retrieve Trip instead. Corporals Cole and Chang went swiftly down the hall where they last saw Trip.

Archer looked over to T’Pol, she was completely enraged. If he thought she was furious when she delivered that PADD, he was sadly mistaken. That looked like mildly pissed compared to this. Her eyes blazed with fury and her skin took on a green glow with a bronze tinge.

“Then fight we shall!” T’Pol snarled at her opponent.

Mistril surprised Archer by launching herself over the rail to drop easily down the 20 feet from the platform. She landed gracefully on her feet. This acrobatic feat did not impress T’Pol. T’Pol simply sneered at her. Mistril towered over T’Pol, by at least 1 foot. T’Pol however seemed completely unconcerned. Archer began to fear for her life, he didn’t know if these things were stronger than Vulcans or not. He took aim on the leader.

“CAPTAIN DO NOT INTERFERE!” T’Pol shrieked.

“We fight to first blood?” Mistril squawked.

“Vulcans fight to the death for their mates.” T’Pol told her with a sneer and a bark of laughter.

“To death it is.” Mistril seemed just as confident as T’Pol.

“T’Pol! No, you can’t do that!” Archer called out to her; he started to advance towards T’Pol, but stopped dead in his tracks at her deadly look. Archer knew nothing would stop T’Pol. She had been preparing for this on the way down. She wanted vengeance.

This bird-woman is walking corpse. I just hope this won’t cause some inter-galactic conflict. Never, ever, take a Vulcan female’s mate.

Mistril went over to a locker and pulled out 2 wicked looking long serrated knives. Archer noticed that T’Pol’s skin had begun to sheen and she moved with a cat-like grace. Her hands were held like deadly claws. Archer briefly felt pity for the Aveendid leader. Mistril tossed one of the weapons, which T’Pol deftly caught.

She apparently doesn’t know to never, ever, get between a Vulcan female and her mate. Must remember to amend the Captain’s manual: Never, ever, get between a Vulcan female and her mate.

T’Pol openly snarled at her opponent, coaxing her to attack. The other Aveendids stood and watched the exchange; it didn’t appear they would interfere. Apparently this must be an acceptable ritual for them. T’Pol began to warily circle Mistril. The bird-woman regarded her with open amusement. T’Pol lunged in, blindingly fast and cut a vicious strike across Mistril’s chest. Pale blue blood sprayed the deck. Mistril stopped smiling.

The two combatants lunged, darted, and moved with incredible speed. T’Pol rolled behind Mistril, catching her momentarily by surprise. She sliced the tendons behind Mistril’s right knee, trying to unbalance her opponent. However, T’Pol under-estimated the superior balance of the Aveendid leader. Mistril spun on her good leg and clawed T’Pol’s face and gashed her shoulders, leaving green lines in her face, another strike had bruised her right temple. T’Pol tumbled easily away and came up slashing at her opponent. T’Pol feinted and ducked in under her opponent’s defenses, striking her midriff again. Archer belatedly realized T’Pol was toying with the Aveendid. Her skills were far superior to her opponent. T’Pol was barely breathing hard while the Aveendid’s breathing was becoming labored. T’Pol used not only the wicked looking knife, but her feet, hands, and head. She lunged, kicked, and even threw her opponent. Mistril held her own for awhile, but it was becoming apparent that Mistril was vastly outclassed. When the same thought occurred to Mistril, she tried to rationalize with T’Pol.

“No, no, you take Tooker.” She pleaded.

T’Pol, however, seemed lost in some kind of battle frenzy. She was saying something in Vulcan with each blow. Archer could, for the first time, understand why Vulcans controlled their emotions. What he saw shook him to his very core. T’Pol was splattered in her own blood and Mistril’s. T’Pol had numerous cuts and bruises on her body but she took no notice.

The MACO had come to stand by Archer and was watching the scene with great appreciation while guarding him. Obviously the Vulcan needed no protection. “She’s incredible.” The MACO noted. Archer knew he referred to T’Pol.

Never, ever, get between a Vulcan female and her mate.

“He is mine! You had no right to take him!” T’Pol once again struck at her opponent’s mid-section. As Mistril doubled-over in agony, T’Pol’s foot lashed out and knocked the knife from Mistril’s hand. Archer could hear the sickening crunch of broken bone.

“He is MY MATE!” T’Pol bent swiftly and retrieved the fallen knife before Mistril even realized she had been disarmed.

“T’Pol!” Archer took a step toward T’Pol, intent on stopping her, but it was useless. Archer noticed with some detachment that the other Aveendids just continued to stand around and observe. They made no move to interfere.

Mistril dropped to her knees before T’Pol in surrender, but T’Pol wasn’t accepting that.

“To the DEATH!” T’Pol spun quickly, bringing both knives to bear on Mistril’s slender neck. T’Pol took her head off cleanly.

T’Pol watched as the body slowly fell to the floor. “Where is he?” T’Pol croaked out looking up at Archer. She was breathing hard and her eyes still looked wild.

Never, ever, get between a Vulcan female and her mate.

“Two MACOs are getting him.” Archer answered her shakily.

Also amend the Captain’s Manual: never, ever, get a Vulcan really angry.

Rather than dropping the knives, T’Pol wiped them clean on the tunic of the fallen Aveendid and tucked them into her belt. The Aveendids who had been watching the exchange began a haunting cry. It was somewhere between the hoot of an owl and the howl of a dog. Low, long, and solemnly pitched. Archer though it was eerie.

A few minutes later, the MACOs along with a peacock looking Aveendid, came into the room. The MACOs carried Trip on a stretcher. T’Pol wasted no time in racing over to Trip.

His skin was pale and sticky, and he was obviously feverish. The collar had been removed from his neck. Trip was unconscious but that didn’t stop T’Pol from planting a kiss on his forehead. She was murmuring to him in Vulcan.

“I Cestra. You Tupple? I fix Tooker. You best Mistril?” Cestra indicated the dead body.

“Yes, she challenged me for my mate.” T’Pol answered her hoarsely.

“Good. Mistril cruel. I am second here. Now I first. You take Tooker and go.”

T’Pol nodded to the new Aveendid leader and bowed slightly.

“Come on T’Pol, let’s go.” Archer spoke softly to her. He tugged gently on her arm to get her moving.

Cestra looked at Archer and knew him to be the leader. “You need power rock. You take as much power rock you need. You have other makers? We need help with fixing.” Cestra offered.

“Fixing what?” Archer asked.

“Tooker fix power grid. We need help fix speaking line. You will help? You take all power rock you want.” The new leader declared.

“Do you mean dilithium?”

“Yes. You help us?” Cestra asked hopefully.

“We will. But first I want to get him back to my ship. I’ll have to send some else to do the repairs.” Archer ventured.

Cestra nodded her head in understanding.

The other Aveendids had started to gather her in a circle, kneeling down on one leg. They once again raised their voices in a strange sound, more of a trilling. Archer realized they were acknowledging their new leader.

“We’ll be back.” Archer spoke to Cestra. Turning to the MACOs and T’Pol, “Come on let’s get him back to the ship.”

***

The trip back to Enterprise was quiet. T’Pol cradled Trip in her lap. No one dared look over at her. Her head was bowed down low over Trip, Archer knew she was crying. Whether from what she did to Mistril, from relief, or over concern for Trip’s condition, or all three, Archer didn’t know.

“Archer to Sickbay.”

“Phlox here.”

“Phlox, we have your number 1 patient back. He’s unconscious and feverish, lots of bruises and cuts. T’Pol’s injured too.”

***

Trip lay in sickbay for 4 days before he regained consciousness. In the meantime Archer had sent an Engineering team to the surface to repair the Aveendid damaged systems. They finally learned that the fake distress signal had been setup by Mistril to lure unsuspecting ships into the nebula where the ship’s power source would be affected by her weapon. Their nearby source of dilithium would draw the ships to this planet. They would then capture the people who came down. Mistril had observed Trip repair the tricorder through their surveillance devices and realized he was an engineer. Exactly what they were looking for.

Cestra had been apologetic for Mistril’s behavior, she had long been bothered by it as were many of the others. Cetrsa allowed them to extract as much dilithium as they wanted. Archer not only obtained enough to power Enterprise fully a few times over, he also had substantial supply for the future.

Lt. Hess worked the Engineering teams day and night to ensure that all repairs were completed before Commander Tucker had to return to duty.

“How’s he doing?” Archer had come in to check on Trip. T’Pol was sleeping soundly in a chair by Trip’s bed, her head pillowed on Trip’s biobed.

“Cestra was able to repair his broken leg, collar bone, collapsed lung, and chest wound. But she was completely baffled by the infection. I took the liberty of contacting her to discuss his medical state, thanks to the Engineering crew in repairing their communications array, she glommed onto the word. Apparently he tried to tell her he had an infection, but didn’t know how to describe it to her in a way she’d understand. I feel he should waken soon, within the next hour or so. The infection has been stopped but he will be very weak for a number of days. I recommend that he stay in sickbay for the next 3-4 days and then begin a rigorous rehabilitation program.

I’d like permission to have one of the MACOs work with him on his physical rehabilitation program. I feel he’ll do better if he has someone to guide him though. It’s a very ambitious schedule, but he needs to be in peak physical condition within a few weeks.”

“Of course. How’s T’Pol doing?” Archer suspected Trip’s rigorous regimen had more to do with her than Trip. Yesterday Phlox and T’Pol had briefed him on her pon farrrr condition, and what was involved. While she was uncomfortable with the discussion, she did not hesitate in providing explicit details. Sometimes he thought she was taking delight in embarrassing him.

“Her wounds were numerous, but nothing too bad. The scratches to her face were the worst, but she is responding well to treatment. There shouldn’t be any scarring. Presuming he is agreeable, she will need Mr. Tucker’s….personal attention….within a few weeks.”

“I’m sure Trip will be more than willing to…assist….T’Pol through this period in her life. So how long will it last?”

“Since this will be T’Pol’s first pon farr, it could last up, to, I don’t know, 3 months.”

“3 months?” Archer was shocked.

“Medically speaking, Captain. Both will need to be sequestered for 3-4 days, perhaps more, when she is going through the most severe…symptoms. But there will be times when she and Commander Tucker will need to be relieved from duty to, well, attend to her needs.” Phlox was smiling broadly.

The entire conversation was making the Captain uncomfortable. Phlox was about to launch into more detail when Malcolm along with Hoshi entered sickbay and smiled at the sleeping couple.

“He certainly looks much better.” Hoshi spoke quietly. “We just wanted to check on him.”

“If his chest feels anything like my leg, he has all my sympathies.” Malcolm shared.

“He will be weak and in pain when he wakens, much like you were.” Phlox informed them.

They chatted quietly for a while before T’Pol roused from sleep. She looked surprised and embarrassed to see the others watching her. T’Pol looked down to see Trip’s eyes flutter open.

“Hey there. What a beautiful sight to wake up to.” Trip regarded her wearily with a weak smile.

T’Pol stood up; again looking confused, and then seemed to become angry. “Commander Tucker. When you are well we should discuss your deplorable away mission record. You possess the worst record in Starfleet history for becoming injured on away missions. Even aliens encountered onboard seem to injure you. You are a walking disaster waiting to happen!” T’Pol spoke hotly while pacing around Trip’s biobed.

Both Hoshi and Malcolm wondered what had gotten into T’Pol. Hoshi had thought she’d be happy he was all right, not stand there and berate him. Trip, however, rather than be angry wore a bemused smile on his face. Phlox looked unconcerned while Archer watched for Trip’s reaction.

“It was irresponsible of you to allow yourself to be captured.” T’Pol continued on.

“Allow myself, huh?” Trip’s smile grew wider as he kept his eyes firmly on T’Pol’s face.

“Yes. You must be more careful in the future. I am thinking of asking the Captain to assign you your own personal MACO to escort you on every away mission since you can’t seem to keep yourself out of trouble. You always seem to find it or it finds you. You must be a magnet for trouble.”

“How’d you get those scratches on your cheek?”

“How I became injured is not the topic of discussion. You take too many chances, you are too chaotic, and you are not invulnerable! You must protect yourself, be more careful! You are valuable to this ship, to this crew…”

“T’Pol? Could ya stand in one spot, watchin’ ya pace around is makin’ me dizzy.” Trip’s smile continued to grow as he watched his love.

“Dizzy! Dizzy! You would not be dizzy if you hadn’t been so stupid to get yourself captured! You must think of others, be more careful. Why are you smiling? There is nothing to be smiling about, Mr. Tucker!”

“I love you too, darlin’. I shoulda told you sooner.” Trip really didn’t care if the entire ship knew or not.

T’Pol stood and stared at Trip for a long moment. All held their breath. Commander Tucker had declared his love for the First officer in front of his Captain, the doctor, and two of the bridge officers.

Finally! Thought three humans and one Denobulan.

T’Pol struggled to keep tears from falling down her cheeks as she looked at the kind man lying before her. She had come so close to losing him, in more ways than one. He never failed to surprise her. He understood her implicitly. She came and stood close to the biobed. Leaning down and whispering in his ear, she said quietly. “I return your affection. I am in love with you as well.”

Before T’Pol could rise, Trip gathered T’Pol in his arms and held her close. “I knew you’d come for me. I know this sounds crazy, but one time, I thought I could actually hear ya.” He whispered in her ear.

“No, it’s not. I have much to tell you. You should rest now.” T’Pol kissed his forehead and smoothed his hair back.

“How’d ya get that scratch?”

“It is a long story.” She told him softly.

“Do ya think I’m goin’ somewhere soon?” Trip responded, humor evident in his voice.

“You need to rest.”

“Look, even I know that I’m gonna be here awhile, so why don’t ya…” Trip began, exasperated.

Malcolm and Hoshi could barely repress their laughter at the bickering couple.

“You need to sleep and heal.” T’Pol insisted.

Archer watched the exchange, at first he had been concerned about the dynamics of them working together. Would they just start agreeing with each other because they didn’t want to start a fight? Sure didn’t look like it from here.

Some things will never change.

“Still you could...” Trip complained.

“Enough! Out, everyone out except T’Pol. Shoo! Get out of my Sickbay. I don’t come back until *I* say it is OK.” Phlox ushered the remaining protesting crewman out of his sickbay.

“Now, the three of us need to talk.”

An hour later, T’Pol left sickbay and a very red-faced Chief Engineer. She headed back to the bridge with a small smile on her face. The Doctor had been quite correct, she had her Commander back.

***

Trip woke to a darkened sickbay. He could hear Phlox humming to himself.

“Hey, doc.” Trip called out.

“Ah! Commander Tucker, did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, I guess. I got a question. You said that T’Pol will ovulate during her pon farr. Does that mean she’ll get pregnant?”

“Perhaps. I can prevent her from becoming pregnant if that is what you…”

“No, that’s not what meant! I was, well, kinda hopin’ she would. Get pregnant that is.” Trip’s face had a sheepish look on it.

“Oh. I see.” Phlox’s face was spilt in two by his enormous grin. “It may not happen you know. I do have some of the research my other self conducted to bring Lorian in the world. I’ll begin reviewing that immediately. Does T’Pol also desire a child at this time?”

“Ya know, I don’t really know. I guess I’ll have to talk to her about it.”

“Commander, there is something you need to know. Lorian wasn’t your only child. T’Pol had a number of miscarriages before she successfully bore Lorian. T’Pol does not know this.”

Phlox waited quietly to allow this information sink in. Trip’s face registered great sadness and pain. Phlox knew that Commander Tucker wouldn’t wish to inflict any pain on T’Pol.

“Commander, despite the difficulties encountered in inter-species couples, you should talk at length with T’Pol on this subject. I can extract eggs from her and continue to work on a solution so you needn’t make a decision immediately. Why don’t the three of us discuss this later?”

****

“Captain.” T’Pol handed a PADD to the Captain.

Jonathon Archer tried unsuccessfully to repress the smile that finally claimed his face as he read T’Pol’s formal request.

“You find my request amusing?” T’Pol asked with a quirk of her eyebrow.

“No, no. Well, actually, yes I do. You don’t have to be so formal about it you know. Malcolm?”

“Yes, Captain?”

“Would you please assist Commander T’Pol in relocating Commander Tucker’s belongings to her quarters. Please also update the crew manifest to indicate the ‘official’ quarters assigned to Mr. Tucker.”

Malcolm just looked amused rather than annoyed.

Now if only I can get Malcolm to snag that Vulcan love letter for me.

“You, know on second thought T’Pol. I’ll help you myself.”

****

“T’Pol?”

“Yes beloved?” she answered sleepily.

Beloved. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that.

T’Pol was cradled in his arms on the bunk of their quarters. She had on his favorite blue PJs. Phlox had released him from sickbay that afternoon under T’Pol’s strict care. He had outlined a rigorous rehabilitation schedule for him in order to be prepared for her pon farr. Phlox had warned him not to engage in sexual intercourse with T’Pol yet, he wasn’t physically capable of surviving it yet.

“What about a baby? You know, ah, you’ll be able to get pregnant. I was thinkin’ it’d be nice to have a little pointy-eared bundle of joy.”

“It may not happen; it is not easy to conceive an inter-species child. The other Doctor Phlox had to assist a great deal for me to conceive Lorian.”

“I know, he said he could extract your eggs, keep workin’ on a solution. That way we wouldn’t have to wait 7 more years. What do ya think?”

T’Pol regarding Trip attentively, he was such a kind and considerate man. As Ensign Soto was fond of saying, he wore his heart on his sleeve. He wanted a baby; he wanted a baby with her. She owed it to him to try.

“It would be agreeable.”

****

Trip Tucker lifted the weights over his head for what he felt was the 100th time. He looked up into the scowling face of his cruel taskmaster. His body ached all over, he was tired and sore. All he wanted to do was sink in a hot tub and soak.

“Come on Florida, 10 more reps.” Amanda Cole chided him. “You’re getting lazy.”

“I’m tired. You’ve been workin’ me for more than 2 hours straight! I’m tired.” Trip whined.

Amanda smiled down at him. “Look, I’m following Phlox’s regimen to the letter. He was very explicit about this physical therapy schedule. He read me the riot act for letting you slip yesterday. I’m not letting that happen again. So don’t even try your charms on me buddy. We’ve got another 30 minutes of exercise.”

He did anyway.

“How about lettin’ me work the treadmill just a little longer then? My chest hurts somethin’ fierce.” Trip turned his ‘little boy’ look on full power and that endearing smile that made even the stiff Vulcan’s knee’s melt.

How the hell can any woman resist that?

“Fine, just don’t tell Phlox.”

“No argument here.”

“All right Tucker, up here. I’ll set all the way down to the lowest setting for you.” Amanda said in an overly sweet voice.

“Sure, ya will. Probably crankin’ that thing to the max.” Trip said ruefully as he got painfully to his feet. “T’Pol’s gonna have to drag me back to our quarters at this rate.”

“Our quarters?’”

Trip’s face took on a happy dreamy look. “Yeah, she moved my stuff into her quarters while I was still in sickbay.”

“She just moved you in, didn’t even ask you?”

“Nope. Just told me she did.”

“It didn’t even bother you?”

“Not in the least. I guess I just like the strong-aggressive type. Kinda cute, really.”

“Just as long as she has pointy-ears, right?” Amanda teased.

Trip’s smile disappeared, “Hey, Amanda, I …”

“Trip, don’t worry about it. I knew when I kissed you in the Expanse, you weren’t interested in me. And then when T’Pol came to my quarters, well, let’s just say I knew who was the object of your affections. Besides, there’s a hunky pilot I’ve got my eye on.”

“Well, I hope everything works out for you and Travis.” Trip wasn’t sure if he should feel pity or happiness for Travis.

“Enough chit-chat Florida, come on get to work.”

Trip had been working the treadmill for about 15 minutes when T’Pol entered. She had been dropping in during his exercise regimen ostensibly to review his progress over the last several days.

His weary face lit up as he beamed a smile at his mate. “Can I take a break now, please?”

“5 Minutes.”

Trip switched off the treadmill and started to wipe his sweaty face. “Hey, darlin’.” Trip captured T’Pol in his arms and held her close.

T’Pol wiggled in his arms and complained, “You are sweaty.”

“Well, I guess you’re just gonna have to take a shower with me when the slave driver over there lets me go.” Trip answered her smoothly.

T’Pol glanced over Trip’s shoulder to acknowledge Amanda with a nod.

Trip nuzzled and kissed T’Pol’s neck while caressing her body.

“Trip. It is inappropriate for you to touch me like this in public.” T’Pol whispered into his ear.

“Public? By public do you mean Amanda? Or that we’re in the gym? Hon, everyone on Enterprise knows were a couple. Look, this is what marriage is about. Compromise. I’m learnin’ Surak, learnin’ Vulcan, you’re teachin’ me to mediate, hell, I’ll even become a vegetarian if you want. So, I think you can give me touchin’ you in public.”

Marriage? They’re married?

“You can do that for me, can’t you T’Pol? Hmm, can’t ya?” He looked deeply into her eyes. His questions were punctuated by kisses. He seldom asked for anything from her. All he wanted was to demonstrate his affection for her.

I can do this for him. What bothers me most is it doesn’t really bother me at all. I have grown to enjoy his touch, his kisses, his terms of endearment. Yes, I can do this for him.

“T’Pol? You can do this for me, for your husband?” Trip nuzzled her neck again.

Amanda watched the couple with detachment. They were obviously very much in love. She had often wondered how such an affectionate man could handle having a Vulcan for a partner. Watching them closely, Amanda began to realize that the Vulcan Science Officer must be just as affectionate behind closed doors. Amanda also noticed that Commander T’Pol didn’t look too uncomfortable being nestled in Trip’s arms in public despite what she said.

“Of course, ashayam.” And to prove her point T’Pol kissed Trip gently on his lips.

“OK, loverboy, time’s up!” Amanda interrupted their cuddling.

“Aw, come on Amanda! I’ll, work an extra 30 minutes tomorrow.” Trip wheedled.

“Joke’s on you Trip, you will anyway. Why’s Phlox got you on such a strenuous rehabilitation schedule? Usually, after a severe injury, you work your way up.”

Amanda did not fail to notice the look exchanged between the two.

“Commander Tucker has a…specific assignment that requires peak physical condition.” T’Pol quickly responded.

“Couldn’t someone else do it? I mean he’s just recovering from severe injuries.”

Both responded in unison. “No.”

“Oookay.”

“You need to maintain the schedule Doctor Phlox has outlined Trip. I will return for you.” T’Pol turned to Amanda Cole. “Corporal Cole, thank you. For everything.”

“What was that about?” Trip asked, his brows knitted together.

“Nothing, just girl talk.”

“T’Pol? Girl talk?” Trip questioned, clearly skeptical.

“Let’s just say we understand each other now. Come on, I know you’re just trying to delay the inevitable. We’re going to work the bag for 30 minutes, Florida. I’ll even hold it for you, with both hands.” Amanda taunted him.

“Now, yer just getting’ nasty.” Trip teased back. He knew she could toss him around like a rag doll right now.

Trip dutifully worked out for the rest of the outlined regimen. He was tired and weary when T’Pol retrieved him 40 minutes later. She escorted him back to their quarters where she peeled off his clothing and led him to the shower. They soaped each other up while caressing each other. T’Pol surprised him with her gentleness and loving care. She dried him off and led him to their bed. Soon after he lay down, he was fast asleep.

T’Pol watched him sleep for some time before climbing into bed with him. He looked so young and peaceful lying there. All concern and worries erased from his face. He was on his 3rd day of rehabilitation, and the Doctor had recommended at least 8 more. She wanted so desperately to mate with him now, but knew he wouldn’t survive the rigors. Her body wasn’t demanding it yet, it was her heart and mind that desired the mating. T’Pol suspected that Phlox’s vigorous exercise schedule was also designed to keep Trip so tired he wouldn’t have the energy to initiate any sexual encounter with her. She was surprised she didn’t feel any jealously towards Amanda Cole. Trip had affection for this woman, much like he did for Hoshi. T’Pol wasn’t jealous of Hoshi, and never had been. While he cared for Amanda, it was in no way a threat to her. T’Pol was surprised to find herself grateful to Amanda for assisting Trip in his recovery.

She reflected on how illogical it was that she adored the way he looked. His light colored hair, mussed now from his shower and sleeping, his sloped nose, the dimples when he smiled. How she loved it when he smiled. His lean muscular body, leaner now from unintended weight loss and added exercise. She shivered when he’d speak to her in that slow southern drawl. She inhaled his scent, aroused by it. She remembered when she first met him. She had detected his scent. It had been so male. She had been intrigued from day one. But it was his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes that she treasured the most. The merry twinkle in them, when he teased her, when he smiled, when he told her he loved her.

It is illogical to be attracted to his physical body. Perhaps I feel this way because I love him. Ensign Sato would probably know. She was able to define the word ‘girlfriend’ for me. She was quite amused that I asked. However she seems quite knowledgeable in these matters. I should consult her.

T’Pol once again had the tingly feeling in her stomach when she gazed upon him. It had nothing to do with her advancing pon farr, it was just what she was feeling. Love. She recognized it now. Love. What a pleasurable feeling.

****

“Hey, Cap’n. Got a minute?” Trip stood in the doorway to the captain’s quarters, a bottle of whiskey in hand.

“Of course Trip, come on in.” Trip had been rehabilitating for almost two weeks now and had regained most of his strength but Phlox was still concerned over his weight loss. Archer could see that Trip’ uniforms hung loosely from his lean frame.

“I know this conversation’s long overdue.” Trip started. He didn’t really know where to begin.

“Before we get into that, how are feeling? Healing up OK? I understand Phlox has got a MACO helping you with your rehabilitation.”

“Yeah, that’s goin’ OK, although I’m whopped at the end of the session. I’m so tired I can barely walk back to my quarters.” Trip remarked ruefully. “Amanda’s been workin’ me like a dog.”

”Amanda Cole? She’s the MACO working with you?” Archer was surprised to learn this. He thought T’Pol wouldn’t want another woman around Trip, she seemed so possessive of him, especially lately. The Doctor had warned him that as T’Pol’s condition advanced she would become more protective and possessive over him. It would be best to keep the other female crewman away from him.

“Ironic huh?”

“Ironic?” Archer questioned, not sure what Trip meant.

“Yeah, me spendin’ time with Amanda last year is what got T’Pol in a dither.” At Archer’s confused look he continued. “She got jealous. She denied it, but she was. One night she, well, she just took her robe off, and well, let’s just say she made it clear what she wanted.”

Archer watched his friend closely. He could tell Trip was struggling to decide how much to share with him. T’Pol making the sexual advance. He would never have thought that would have been the case. Trip gazed down at the bottle in his hand.

“Guess we should open this up.” Trip offered the bottle to Archer and let him pour. The captain pulled out two glasses and poured them each a generous portion.

“I gotta admit, when she did that, I was…well…shocked. And then I thought, OK, she feels the same way, this is great! Next morning she made me feel like a lab rat though. I so I just passed it off. Things were awkward for quite some time. But, then after awhile, well, she seemed to want to try a relationship. I went with her to Vulcan. Koss. I stood there and watched her marry Koss.”

“That must have been hard for you Trip.”

“It was. I’m in love with her, was then, have been for awhile I guess.” Trip smiled ruefully. “I guess if I’m really bein’ honest about it things, I think I fell in love with her the first time we argued. I’m sorry I didn’t tell ya sooner. I guess I just didn’t know what to tell you. Sometimes I feel like a big fool for lovin’ her. She pushes me away, then wants me back, and pushes me away again. And like an idiot, I keep goin’ back to her. I guess, I’m…afraid, I’ll wake up one morning and she’ll push me away again. See this old, wrinkly man lying next to her.”

“I don’t think that’s likely to happen again Trip. She’s made up her mind. You, better than anyone, know how obstinate she can be. From what T’Pol and Phlox tell me about your bond, you two will be together until death.”

“Scares the shit outta me, Cap’n. I’ll tell you that. I mean it’s not because I don’t love her, I do, I’m…I’m…just…”

“Trip, she won’t push you away again. Trust me. I saw what she did to the Aveendid leader. It’s one thing to hear about, but to witness it is something altogether different. No, you’re hers, no one else’s. You know something? When she found out that Cestra had little bits of you, she went down and collected them. She was really upset about the…ah…the…um…sperm.” Trip shuddered at the mention of the incident. “That must have hurt like hell.” At Trip’s nod, the captain continued, “Said it was hers, no one else’s. I don’t know what she did with the samples, and I don’t want to know. She finally has admitted she loves you Trip, make no mistake about that. Phlox said you’d need another four or five days, before, ah, you and T’Pol, can, ah…well..you know.”

“Ya know it’s kinda embarrassin’ this whole ship knowin’ we’re gonna be havin’ sex for four days.” Trip commented tartly.

“It’s a fact of T’Pol’s life. Something you’re going to have to deal with.” Archer told him.

“I know, but still.” Trip changed the subject quickly. “She’s been workin’ with me on the bond. I thought I was goin’ crazy, ya know? I’d been havin’ thoughts that weren’t mine, feelin’s that weren’t mine. I’m beginin’ to get the hang of it. Sort out what I’m feelin’, what are hers. It’s weird havin’ someone in your head.”

“Frankly, Trip, I can’t even imagine it. I had Surak’s katra for a few days, and it was strange. I can’t imagine that for the rest of my life. Maybe it’s different with someone who’s living.”

Both men looked at each and started to laugh.

“That sounded weird.” Archer commented with a dry chuckle.

“Vulcans!” Trip exclaimed. “Um, we’re gonna try and have a baby. Probably won’t happen so ya don’t need to get all bunched up about it, but I thought I’d let ya know.”

“Well I guess we can cross that bridge if we come to it. We both know babies can survive on board Enterprise. How about watching some water polo?” Archer offered.

“Sounds great! I’m so tired every night, it’s kinda nice watchin’ someone else work out. Course I think that’s half of Phlox’s plan. I’m too damn tired to do anything to T’Pol right now more than just cuddle, says it would be too ‘dangerous’. He’s afraid she’ll tear me apart. Kinda scares me, I don’t mind tellin’ ya.”

“You’ll be fine Trip. But just in case, Phlox will be standing by with splints, hypo sprays, bandages….” Archer teased his friend.

“Thanks, you’re a real pick me up, ya know?”

*****

“T’Pol to Sickbay”

“Phlox here.”

“Doctor, I…uh…it’s Trip. I believe I broke his arm. Would you please come to our quarters?”

“Of course, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“I wonder how much Hoshi’s makin’ on this.”

“What do you mean?” T’Pol asked, confused.

“Well, this whole ship knows what we’re doin’. And I think my injury record for this particular little ‘mission’ is bein’ posted by that sweet-lookin’ gal. She’d be what ya call a bookie, by an old Earth term. She may look sweet and all, but she’s a spitfire. God, I hurt. How ya doin’ hon?”

T’Pol openly laughed at his question. She stood before, completely nude. He too was unclothed but was sitting on the bunk. They had forgone the waste of time by dressing. After their last ‘romp’ as Trip called it, she had lifted him to the bunk where he sat holding his left arm. While she bore her own wealth of bruises and bite marks, he was much worse off. This was the 5th time Phlox had been summoned to ‘repair’ Trip. At first they had been modest enough to don robes while awaiting his arrival but Phlox’s examinations were thorough, so they had wound up un-dressing anyway. Now they didn’t even bother.

As Trip had said their modesty had been blown to hell anyway when a few days ago Trip had surprised the kitchen attendant when he’d gone to fetch their food that was being delivered outside their quarters. At 0200 hours, Trip didn’t think anyone would be around, so he had just opened the door to retrieve the food, not bothering to dress. He was stunned to see the kitchen staff person there. T’Pol had been standing behind him, just as nude. T’Pol started to laugh as Trip and the kitchen attendant just stared at each other, both turning bright red.

“I am sorry about your arm beloved.”

“It’s OK. Phlox’ll patch me up in no time.” Trip reassured her.

Trip gazed on T’Pol’s lean, muscular form. She glistened from their last exertions. Her body temperature, higher than his normally, was much higher now. Trip thought she never looked more beautiful. A small smile played at her lips and she gazed at him with love and affection. She still had the fire in her eyes that said she wasn’t satisfied.

I hope Phlox gets here soon, ya need me again.

Ya know, I still can’t believe that your pon farrr has some affect on me. I never thought I could, uh, well, you know…perform…so often, or so long. I shoulda asked for more of that ointment though. I am getting’ a little sore.

The chime rang, pulling them from their thoughts. “Enter.” T’Pol called out.

“Ah, let’s see that arm Mr. Tucker. Hmmm…this isn’t too bad. Oh, I brought more of that ointment, I thought you might need it. You’ve been taking in all the fluids that have been left?” Phlox inquired.

“Of course. Now’s not the time to be dehydrated.” Trip quipped.

“No it isn’t. We all heard about your…run in…with the kitchen staff. My, my, that must have been embarrassing.” Phlox chatted on happily about the ship’s status, the current events that Trip and T’Pol had been missing, while he placed a cast about Trip’s arm. T’Pol hovered protectively behind Phlox, waiting restlessly for him to leave.

Through their bond, Trip could tell she was getting anxious, the heat was building up again, she would need him soon.

Hang on baby, he’ll be done soon.

I hope so, I am not sure how much longer I can wait.

“Let’s see how you are doing T’Pol. That cast needs a moment to set.” Phlox ran his scanner over T’Pol’s body. “Everything looks normal for a female Vulcan in the throes of pon farr. I will have another ointment delivered that should be applied to your bruises and bite marks. I’ll make sure there’s enough for both of you.”

Phlox had turned back to Trip to evaluate the cast on Trip’s arm. “This is just temporary until you can visit sickbay.”

Trip could see T’Pol sniffing the air. She was starting to sheen and bare her teeth. Trip had seen it enough in the last few days to know what was going to happen next, and soon. He really didn’t want to get an erection right in front of the doctor. However, despite his best efforts, Trip’s body was responding to hers. He was aroused just watching her. Her nostrils flaring as she inhaled his scent, thicker now due to his arousal, licking her lips, her nipples hard. Phlox just smiled as he watched his patients’ growing excitement while he cleaned the worst bite on Trip’s neck.

“Uh, that’s great, I’m fine….ya need to go, now, doc, not tryin to be rude, it’s just that….”

Trip didn’t have the opportunity to finish as T’Pol pushed the doctor aside and climbed onto to Trip, pushing him down on the bunk.

Phlox watched for several moments, knowing that neither was aware of his presence anymore.

“I’ll just let myself out.” Phlox hummed to himself all the way back to sickbay.

******

“So how are they doing?” Archer asked. He had taken to visiting sickbay often to obtain a personal report of Trip’s injuries.

“Oh, they’re doing fine Captain, just fine. You can add a broken arm and 2 more bite marks to the list of injuries. Just how much is Hoshi making on this?” Phlox inquired.

Archer began to chuckle, “I don’t really know. But she did promise to get them a nice gift with part of her ‘take’. So, that’s a broken collarbone, two twisted ankles, a cracked rib, and now a total of seven bite marks. And you said probably another day or so?”

“Yes. I’m not sure what I’ll do with my free time once T’Pol’s initial pon farr symptoms subside.” Phlox joked.

“You said it might last up to three months or so. T’Pol won’t be as violent then?”

“Oh, occasionally, perhaps. But for the most part no, she shouldn’t damage him too much.”

“Too much, huh? Poor Trip.”

“He didn’t seem to mind. Looked quite happy, in fact they started to copulate before I had a chance to leave. I don’t remember him being upset about it.”

“Uh, thanks, Phlox. That’s more detail than I would have liked. I’ll be on the bridge.”

As Archer left he had the distinct impression that Phlox loved to provide those few extra details to make him uncomfortable. Phlox just smiled and waved as he turned to go. Archer waved back as he stepped though the door.

I’ll bet Hoshi is making a killing on this. I know I was down for cracked ribs, can’t remember what else. I’ll ask her when I’m back on the bridge.

*****
They lay quietly on the floor, among the scattered mediation pillows, breathing hard, their skin shiny with perspiration. Momentarily stated, Trip held T’Pol gently in his arms, spooned against her back.

Trip thought he’d try telepathy, and focused his thoughts towards her as she had instructed him.

T’Pol?

I know, but it would be real nice to see you walk down the aisle, put a ring on your finger and declare to everyone around how much I love ya.

“Trip, what would be the point? We are married under Vulcan law.” T’Pol asked him verbally.

“I know that honey. But, it’s not something my parents really understand, and it would real nice to be married under human laws as well. My culture’s important to me too, ya know.”

T’Pol was momentarily taken aback by the vehemence she felt through their bond. She could sense his deep desire for this ritual and for her to wear a wedding ring signifying their bond. He was frustrated with her and her lack of understanding his culture and desire to follow some of his own rituals. Trip wasn’t trained enough to shield his thoughts effectively yet, so she could easily pick up on his distress.

He wanted me to allow public displays of affection, now he wants this human wedding ritual. Would that be so bad? What difference does it really make? Why not allow him this it would make him happy.

She pretended to consider the matter for several minutes before answering him. Hoshi had been correct, it was best to make then ‘squirm’ a little before answering.

“I will marry you, Trip.”

Happiness flooded her mind as Trip rolled her over to face him. She was sated, but that didn’t prevent him from making love to her, slowly and tenderly. Love for her filled his thoughts and she felt like she was wrapped in a warm blanket of love. She had been such a fool to push him away, such a big fool. He had seen it, known it, knew they were right together, but she hadn’t listened. She had been stubborn. He too was stubborn; he hadn’t given up on her.

*****

Several days later a weary Trip sprawled in the mess hall watching the stars zip by, sipping hot chocolate. Trip turned as the doors opened, admitting the Captain.

“Hey, Cap’n.”

“I’m surprised to find you here alone Trip. I thought you’d be with T’Pol.”

“She’s asleep, first time in a few days. Thought I’d get out the cabin for a while. Ya know I haven’t stepped foot outta that cabin in four days?”

“Oh, come on now Trip, that’s not true. You stepped outside your quarters at 0200 a few days ago. Remember? I think you were getting food. Yes, that was it, food.” Archer laughed heartily at his friend’s red face. Trip’s blush even claimed his ears.

“Course everyone knows about that! Why wouldn’t they! Ya know, Cap’n, there’s just no privacy on this ship! None! That’s fine, just keep laughin’ at your friend!”

Archer couldn’t stop laughing, Trip was so indignant. “Oh, come on Trip. I even heard T’Pol laughed at that. Hmmm, T’Pol laughing, I wish I’d been there.”

“Oh do you now?” Trip retorted.

Well two can play at this game. Make me blush, let’s see how red you can get, old friend.

“Well, had ya been there ya woulda seen T’Pol in nothing but her birthday suit. And my, oh my, I know this sounds completely shallow, but, whooo, she is FINE! Oh, her breasts are so firm and her rump is so taut. And let me tell you, Vulcan women can do things no human woman can do. She can keep me, goin’ if ya know what I mean. Hell, I even when I was sixteen I couldn’t have had this many…”

“Enough, Trip, enough! Uncle! OK?” Archer was blushing just as furiously as Trip. “So, ah…what’s the final tally on your injuries.” Archer asked, quickly changing the subject.

Trip’s looked slyly over at his longtime friend. “Well, you can tell Hoshi, that the final tally of my injuries are: 1 broken arm, 2 broken fingers, 2 twisted ankles, 3 cracked ribs, 1 broken collar bone, 1 huge bruise on my ass, 11 bite marks, and a partridge in a pear tree. Are there any categories I missed?”

Archer started to chuckle again. “Well, at least you’ve got a sense of humor about this Trip. Hoshi said she’d get you two a nice gift from part of her winnings.”

“She better, she’s a little spitfire, you know that? T’Pol’s wakin’ up, I better be goin’.” Trip got slowly to his feet and limped out of the mess hall, Archer beside him.

“I’ll walk you to your quarters.” Archer offered, seeing Trip limp along. “I’m glad everything has finally worked out for you two. No more concern about her leaving you, I hope?”

“You were right. I was just bein’…scared. She’s agreed to marry me in a human ceremony. I told my folks this afternoon, they weren’t overly thrilled. I guess xenophobia is still pretty high. I’m sure that will change once they meet her.” Trip sounded confident.

“It won’t be easy for you two, but you’ll make it. You’re both too stubborn to have it fail. You know, you’re kids will be the most obstinate people ever. By the way, ah…do you know…if…she’s?” Archer trailed off.

“It’s too early to tell, probably not though. Phlox told us not to get our hopes up. But he’s workin’ on it. It’ll happen someday, that I know. Thanks Cap’n. Good night.” They had arrived at Trip’s quarters he shared with T’Pol. “I appreciate all the support ya been givin’ us.” Trip turned and gave Archer a bear hug before entering his quarters.

“Anytime, Trip. Anytime. And hey, *I* get to perform the ceremony, that’s an order.” Archer smiled affectionately at Trip.

“Captain.” T’Pol greeted him from inside their quarters. She had heard the last bit of conversation. Fortunately she was wearing a robe; Archer surmised Trip had warned her he wasn’t alone. “I also thank you for your…latitude these past days. Doctor Phlox believes I should be able to return to duty within a few days.”

“No rush T’Pol. Take whatever time you need. Good night.” The Captain watched as door closed quietly. Silently wishing them all the best, they would need it.

****

The next morning came too early for Trip. While T’Pol’s needs were abating, her passion wasn’t. She had quite literally kept him up all night. He was exhausted. He had asked Chef for a nice large breakfast chock full of carbohydrates. He was sure his lusty wife would need him again. Upon opening the door to their quarters, Trip not only found the much-desired breakfast, but a beautifully wrapped box from Hoshi.

“Hey T’Pol. Hoshi got us a gift!”

“Why?” T’Pol asked, perplexed.

“All the money she made off my injury list, that’s why!” Trip answered happily. He soundly kissed his mate before opening the box. Both stared down at the contents, not quite believing what they were seeing. T’Pol remained silent and quirked her brow in that very Vulcan fashion of hers. Trip, however, true to his nature, did not remain silent.

“I can’t believe my eyes!” Trip exclaimed.

The End

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Finally! I had been waiting for a conclusion to this story. Very well written and very funny about the injuries

Finally! I had been waiting for a conclusion to this story. Very well written and very funny about the injuries

Ok, first, what up with the cliffhanger??? Here I was thoroughly enjoying a very satisfying end to a very satisfying story and you stick in that ending! :-)P. Just kidding! Great, great story, I loved how T'Pol went all possessive on the bird woman, but I wasn't expecting the kill! Wow. and I absolutely LOVED how you had T'Pol going off on Trip after he returned to Enterprise. That was classic. Favors, you've really outdone yourself this time! Bravo!!!

Wow....great !!!!!!
This story needs a sequel !!!!!
Pleeeeeease, write mooooore !!!!!

WOW, love this story. I hope we'll get a sequel.

Noooooooooooooooooooooooo! Why? Why did you end the story with a cliffhanger? Why Favors?! Why?! Great story, but I think a sequel is in order!!!!!

Me think its a wedding gown - human one! They can't possibly gift wrap T-baby!!

Lovely story - keep em coming.

Me think it's a wedding gown - human one! They can't possibly gift wrap T-baby!!

Lovely story - keep em coming.

As long as this last chapter was you couldnt squeze in if T'pol got a T'baby onboard yet, could Ya! This was a real fun story to read! I hope you write a sequel. So I can find out what was in the box and if T'baby comes to be. :)

Sequel! Sequeeeeeeeeeel! That was GREAT! Loved it! :)

Good story and I laughed at the thought of Hoshi and that injury pool on Trip but it was cruel not to reveal the gift in the box at the end. No fair! Or maybe you left it out on purpose so you would have a place to start for the sequel...? Ali D :~)
Just got to love Trip and T'Pol

HEY WHY'D YOU DO THAT YOU HAVE A SEQUAL PLANNED DON'T YOU DON'T YOU!

Good work!The gift was a +ve pregnacy test

I love the list of injuries! Never piss off T'Pol! This was a fun read.

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!! You gotta tell us what's in the box! I loved the story, also wasn't expecting the kill.

OOOOOooohh...ya need to spill about what's in the box!!!

great story we need more please do a sequal

Okay. Went on vacation for a week. No computer access (sob). Come back to great stories, including this one. What do I get for my troubles? A CLIFFHANGER!! Okay, what's in the box?!

What's in the box? I demand an answer.BTW great story

Great story... Please make a sequel!!!

OMG - This was so much fun to read! You had me rolling with "Tupple." There were a couple of times I had to stop reading because I was laughing too hard. [Goofy, but true.] Love how Tupple kicked birdbutt in the mating challenge - and how she petrified Archer in the process. The injury pool was funny - as was, "T’Pol’s wakin’ up, I better be goin’.” - All-points bulletin: Time to service the wife-unit.

Would love to read a sequel, especially if you go with the T'Baby plot: ovulation-scheduled intercourse (gotta include at least one red alert); months of oddball cravings, sympathetic pains, and irrational outbursts; not to mention the delivery...Aye, carrumba! (or, however you say it in Vulcan...)

Well done!! ;)

OK so what's in the Phloxing box?

I'm pretty bad about not leaving comments on stories but I need to say I love this story. I hope you come back and write some more. I would love to read something new from you!

If not, I hope you at least come back to tell us what's in the box.