You're What? - Ch 2

You’re What?

By Favors

RATING: PG-13
GENRE: Drama, Angst
DISCLAIMER: Star Trek: Enterprise is owned by Paramount, not me. No infringement intended, no profit made.
Summary: Takes place 3 months after Harbinger, 4 weeks after Home. T’Pol is a commander in Starfleet. T’Pol learns of a surprise.

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Chapter 2

Our baby. The words were still singing in his ears when he heard a soft knock and the door to his office open. Ensign Henson poked her head inside, her eyes opening wide at the site of the two commanders standing so closely together. “Commander, you wanted to know when the plasma bugs diagnostic was completed.”

“Thank you ensign.” Trip said in a flat voice. Gratefully, she quickly pulled her head out and swiftly left.

****

“I knew there was something going between those two.” Ensign Henson confided triumphantly in her crewmate, Moore. “They were standing this close together.” Ensign Henson held up her finger and thumb not more than an inch apart. “She was practically snuggled up against him.”

“I think your nuts, a Vulcan, snuggling? ” Retorted Ensign Moore laughing as Henson continued onto her own station.

****

T’Pol had been only inches away from Trip when the door opened. Trip was surprised that T’Pol had not immediately stepped away when the door opened, but merely looked over her shoulder at the intruding ensign.

“Sorry, shoulda’ locked the door.” Trip spoke soflty.

“It does not matter, soon this entire ship will know.” T’Pol sighed. She seemed more relaxed after telling Trip of the monumental news, but still agitated.

“Look, we’ve got a lot to talk about, but right now I need to review those diagnostics. Can we meet later?” Trip’s head was still swirling, he couldn’t focus on anything right now. He knew it was useless to review the diagnostic in his current state; he just needed some time alone to digest the news. My baby, and she’s married to someone else and I’m the only on board who knows.

“Of course. Can you meet me in sickbay in a few hours?” T’Pol didn’t wait for Trip’s reply as she turning to leave.

“OK.” Trip wondered why she wanted to meet in sickbay, but didn’t have the chance to ask as she pivoted on her heel and strode regally from his office.

***

Trip’s face registered many emotions as T’Pol and Dr. Phlox explained, in clinical detail the Vulcan bonding process. T’Pol tried to analyze the emotions she saw play across the enigmatic engineer’s face. Shock, disbelief, anger, frustration, resignation, hope, and maybe love? Certainly deep affection. Despite her marriage, his feelings for her hadn’t changed, she was sure. Why was he so distraught? His face had flushed a deep crimson as they explained the process.

Trip was stunned at the level of mental and physical intimacy required of him to bond with T’Pol. 3 or 4 days? Alone with T’Pol, joining their minds and bodies. T’Pol explained they had already formed an initial bond, through their previous sexual encounter, neuro-pressure sessions, and close friendship. The 3-4 days would be required to establish the bond permanently.

“You want me to have sex with T’Pol?” Trip finally blurted when both had apparently finished relating the details.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand your reluctance, Commander. Obviously you have been intimate with Commander T’Pol before, what’s the issue here?” Phlox was perplexed by Commander Tucker’s behavior. He was certain that the engineer cared deeply for the first officer.

“The issue is that this bonding ritual makes me an adulterer!” Trip shouted, clearly distraught with the situation.

Phlox, was obviously taken aback from this revelation. The glare T’Pol shot Trip told him he’d pay for this gaffe later. She had asked him to keep her marriage private.

“Adultery?” Phlox asked quietly.

“I am married.” was T’Pol’s cool reply.

“You’re what?” Phlox was clearly shocked by the revelation.

“Yeah, married! She’s married, and not to me! What I am doing talking to the two people on this ship who can least understand what this means! Hell, Phlox, you encouraged me to sleep with your wife Feezel!” Jumping off the bio-bed Trip strode briskly to the door.

“Commander, I haven’t examined you yet!” Phlox called after the retreating engineer’s back. Trip’s rude gesture left no question that he wasn’t interested in being examined at the moment.

“Well, I’ll examine him later. Although I am sure he’ll be able to withstand the telepathic and physical strain over the next few days. Don’t worry T’Pol, I am positive he’ll come around and bond with you. He cares for you deeply.”

“I am not worried doctor, although I am upset this is causing him so much distress.”

***

Trip walked quietly onto the bridge and approached the communications officer. Trip had checked to see that T’Pol was not on the bridge, he didn’t want to confront her just yet since he had stormed out of sickbay. It was evident he was quite upset about something.

“Hoshi, I have a favor to ask.” Trip had leaned close and was speaking quietly, obviously not wishing to be overhead.

“What do you need Commander?” Hoshi was intrigued at what could be distressing the commander so much.

“Can you setup a communication with my parents? I really need to talk to them.” A small smile graced his lips as h tried to deflect her concern.

“Is everything all right?” Hoshi asked, concern in her voice.

“Everything’s fine, I just need to talk to my folks.”

“Of course Commander.”

“Thanks.”

***

Hours after his departure from sickbay, Trip carried the PADD containing the diagnostics, as well as his analysis to sickbay. He was ashamed of his behavior earlier and wanted to apologize.

“Hey doc, here’s those diagnostics on the plasma bugs you wanted. I’m sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t take my frustrations out on you and T’Pol. Ah…I need to ask you something.”

“No need to apologize. However, you are correct, I can’t really understand this moral dilemma you are going through. In my culture, it is quite acceptable. I can appreciate it that this troubles you. However, you understand, that if you don’t bond with T’Pol, she and the baby are at great risk. That is the most important issue here.”

“I know, I know. And I’m gonna’ bond with her. About the bonding ritual…the..ah..physical intimacy. Will it, will..it..I mean will it hurt the baby?” Trip blushed slightly.

“Not to worry, not to worry.” Phlox chuckled “You and Commander T’Pol can continue to engage in sexual intercourse, oh…I don’t know…up to a month or two before the baby’s born. Of course if that makes you uncomfortable, there are many alternatives to intercourse, oral grat..”

“Ah..great, thanks.” As Trip blushed further, he held up a hand to forestall Phlox from providing any more details. Trip stared to leave when Phlox spoke.

“Commander, may I ask you a personal question?” Phlox asked gently.

“I guess so.” Trip answered warily.

“Do you love T’Pol?” Phlox asked bluntly.

Trip couldn’t suppress the laugh and smile. “You know her momma asked me that too.” He grinned.

“And what did you tell her?” Phlox was anxious hear. A Vulcan asking such a deeply personal question spoke volumes, although Trip seemed completely unaware of the significance.

“The truth. That I never had so much fun fightin’ with someone, that I was attracted to her back then. Then somewhere along the line, I fell in love with her.” Trip’s head tilted up, looking at the ceiling as he continued, “You know, I remember one our first fights, the tips of her ears started turning green. So I kept baitin’ her, just to see if they’d get greener as she got angrier. They did. I thought it was real cute, so I’d pick on her just to see ‘em turn green. I’d even do small things, like stealing her popcorn during movie night.” Trip’s impish smile claimed his face. The smile soon disappeared, and one of grim resignation took it’s place. “You know, her momma told me I had time to stop T’Pol from marring Koss.“ Trip held up his hand again to preventing Phlox from interrupting. “I didn’t cause, truthfully, I don’t really know how T’Pol feels about me. I don’t think I coulda taken it if she’d just stared at me, not said anything, and then got married anyway. So, not saying anything, I can pretend she cares.”

“Ensign Soto is a very observant young woman.” Phlox remarked.

Trip, eyebrows rose, and a look of confusion crossed his face, he wondered what brought that up, “Sorry, doc, I don’t get the connection.”

“Movie night, the popcorn.” Phlox replied cryptically.

“Still don’t know what you’re getting’ at.” Trip shook his head.

“You and T’Pol usually sit together at movie night, correct? You steal her popcorn, she chastises you about getting your own, and you tell her hers is better. She retorts that it’s all the same. Then she pretends to be irritated with you.“

“Pretends? Hell, she always irritated with me. So? Like I said, I just like to make her ears turn green.” The impish smile was back.

“Hmm…so you never noticed, she always got enough for both of you?” Phlox replied with a twinkle in his eyes. Trip had no time to reflect on this news as the doors to sickbay opened. The very object of their discussion strode into the room. She looked better than earlier, but she still seemed distressed.

“Ah, Commander T’Pol. What can I do for you?” Phlox asked the petite first officer.

“Actually, I was looking for Commander Tucker, I was informed he was here.” T’Pol answered.

“I’m sorry about earlier, T’Pol. Course you know I’ll bond with ya’. It’s just I was brought a certain way, you just don’t go off and sleep with another man’s wife. It’s just difficult for me. I’ll work it out. So why’d you wanna see me?“ Trip had turned to T’Pol and looked her square in the face.

“Meditation. I believe it would be best to instruct you in meditation, starting tonight. It will be beneficial for both of us. It will help you prepare for the next few days.” Her voice had trembled slightly.

“Ok. I can see how you’d need to get an overly emotional engineer nice and calm before beginning something like this.” Trip teased. He was still uncomfortable with what he needed to do. He’d try and explain to T’Pol later. Changing the subject, he walked over to T’Pol and gently placed his hand on her belly. “So…T’Pol…is that Lorian in there?”

“I did not think to ask the gender of the child.” T’Pol realized that when informed of the news she hadn’t even thought to ask.

“Doc?” Trip tuned to Phlox, eyebrows raised.

“It’s a girl.” Phlox told them cheerfully.

“A girl huh?” Trip’s face lit up. The jovial engineer, one who hadn’t been around for a long time, returned in full force.

“You are not disappointed, that it is not male? I thought most human males wished to have male children. A Charles Tucker the fourth no doubt? ” T’Pol questioned Trip.

“Hell no! Ten finger, ten toes, and pointy ears! I’ll be a happy man. Maybe the next one will be a boy.” Trip smiled broadly and leaned over to kiss T’Pol’s cheek.

“Next one?” she asked with one elegantly raised eyebrow.

Her only answered was Trip’s disarming smile and shrug of shoulders.

***

Later that evening Trip sat a still as was possible for him on the floor of T’Pol’s quarters. He wasn’t used to just sitting still. T’Pol said she’d limit the session to 15 minutes. T’Pol, of course sank down to the cushions with grace folding her legs under her. She explained to Trip the process and instructed him to place his hands atop hers, palm to palm.

“Thanks for starting me at the kiddie level. This position is uncomfortable for me. Does it really matter how I sit?” Trip whined. Trip knew he needed to master this for himself, but mostly for T’Pol. His legs were already cramping in this position.

“I suppose not.” T’Pol conceded with one elegant eyebrow raised.

Trip shifted to a more comfortable to cross-legged position, and resumed contact with T’Pol’s hands.

Trip did as was instructed, and T’Pol was surprised at how easily the normally mobile engineer fell into the meditation trance. He must be tried she concluded. She was intending to limit him to 15 minutes, but allowed the session to continue on for an additional 20 minutes.

“You did very well, Trip.” T’Pol’s voice startled him.

Trip’s eyes opened slowly, “That 15 minutes went by fast.”

“Actually it was 35 minutes. You were doing well, so I did not wish to interrupt.” Trip only nodded and looked pensive. “You are distressed about something.” It was a statement, not a question. She knew him as well as he knew her.

“I need to talk to you about your marriage. You need to get out of it. I said I’d wait for you, but I don’t want to be waiting forever either. I want you to be my wife, preferably before the baby’s born. You need to tell your momma, and we also need to tell the captain. Koss deserves to know as well. I’m not fond of the guy, but hell T’Pol, he should know.”

“After we complete the bond.” Her flat “Vulcan voice”, was intended to end the discussion.

“Why does it matter?” Trip pressed.

“Once we bond, it cannot be broken. We will be mated for life. Koss will be unable bond with me then, providing him a reason to terminate the marriage. Perhaps we should get some sleep now.“ She rose, ending the discussion. For now.

“Great idea!” Trip did not let his exasperation show as he blew out the candles and put them away. He knew it was a long shot for her to get out the marriage before they had to bond. May as well focus on the positive he mused to himself. Then to a stunned T’Pol he proceeded to remove his shirt and sweatpants, leaving on his skivvies, and climbed into her bed. Trip knew she had meant for him to return to his own quarters, but he was feeling peevish. He knew he was pushing her, but didn’t particularly care at the moment. He had no intention of going back to his quarters after they bonded, although he hadn’t told her that yet. She wanted to bond, then bond they would. He wasn’t going to be sent away again. He’d lost her once, it wasn’t going to happen again. He still was struggling with having to commit adultery, but knew it was the right thing to do despite the immoral issue. Purposely misinterpreting her shocked silence, Trip patted the bed indicating for her to climb in and said in his most innocent voice “Did you want this side of the bed, hon?”

T’Pol couldn’t believe what she witnessed. Trip stripped off his shirt and pants and climbed into her bed. She hadn’t informed him he should return to his own quarters; she didn’t think she had to. She couldn’t very well ask him to leave now, and she realized, she didn’t want too. “No, this side will be fine.” T’Pol replied as she laid herself out primly next to Trip, flat on her back with her hands folded across her abdomen.

“Geez, T’Pol, is that how you sleep?” Trip asked in a teasing tone.

“What is wrong with my position?” T’Pol asked coolly.

“Nothin’ if yer laid out in a coffin. All ya’ need is a lily in your hands.” Trip’s smile and chuckle took the sting out the words.

“I am not used to sleeping with someone.” T’Pol knew Trip was nervous. She had long ago noticed that his accent got thicker when he was nervous. It gave her a small measure amusement. He wasn’t as confident as he appeared. It seemed Vulcans weren’t the only ones who hid their emotions.

“Neither am I, but it’s something we’re both gonna have to get used to. So, why don’t we try cuddling instead?” Without waiting for permission, Trip gather T’Pol in his arms and rolled her onto her right side. He then pressed his body close to hers, his arms wrapped protectively around T’Pol. Laying his head close to T’Pol, Trip kissed her on the brow. “Good night darlin’.” Within a few moments, Trip’s breathing slowed and gently caressed T’Pol’s cheek. Instead of finding the contact annoying she found it comforting and soon drifted off to sleep.

***

“You’re what?” Archer was clearly shocked. When Trip and T’Pol had come to him and asked for a private meeting he’d expected them to confess about their relationship, not something like this. What had been going on between then was beyond what the rumors had even suggested.

T’Pol was getting tired of those two words, she was exasperated, she raged at the captain. “Is that the only phrase humans know when confronted with surprising news! Pregnant! I am pregnant! And yes, Trip is the father!”

Trip, she called him Trip. “So for the last three months you two have been...” Archer trailed off, hoping they would fill him on the details. When neither spoke, he continued on, “Must I really ask for details?”

“It’s complicated, sir. A long story.” Trip answered for them both.

“I have time.” Archer wasn’t going to be dissuaded.

Trip ran a hand through his hair, obviously uncomfortable with telling the story. T’Pol was agitated and wanted the conversation over. Archer was concerned for his first officer. She was pacing his office, reminding him of a caged beast. He recalled her behavior in the Expanse. He had thought it was just the affects of the Expanse, but they were too long out of it for it to still affect her. Something else was wrong. “What’s wrong T’Pol? It’s not just the baby is it? What else?”

“You need to tell him.” Trip stated in a flat voice, looking angrily at T’Pol.

“Tell me what, Trip?” Archer demanded of the engineer.

“It’s not for me to disclose.” Trip had leaned against the bulkhead with his arms folded across his chest. It was apparent from the glares between T’Pol and Trip they were angry at each other, very angry.

T’Pol knew Trip was correct. She and Trip had argued about this very issue over breakfast. Trip insisted that the captain know about her drug use and damaged neural pathways. But she just didn’t want to tell Archer, she didn’t want to see his disappointment, how she had failed him. How she had been so weak. She felt shame, and didn’t want to see that same shame in Archer’s eyes.

Both men watched her for several minutes as she paced the room, watching the torment from inside. Trip watched her closely, unsure if she would finally “come clean” with Archer as he recommended. Finally, she seemed to resume some semblance of control.

“Commander Tucker and I need 3 or 4 days to complete the bond.” Was all she said.

Trip was disappointed that T’Pol didn’t choose to confide in the captain. T’Pol again felt shame wash across her, this time, for disappointing her t’hai’la. Trip would never betray her trust, she knew that, she also knew he was correct. He was being logical she was being emotional. Captain Archer needed all the facts.

As Trip stared to leave in disgust, T’Pol spoke, “There is more Captain. You may wish to sit down.”

T’Pol gathered her resolve, and explained, in detail about her damaged neural pathways, and precisely how the damage occurred. T’Pol did not leave out any embarrassing detail; including the night she had seduced Trip. How she had rebuked him the next morning out of fear for the feeling he had evoked, and how she endangered the ship while trying to obtain more Trellium. As she had told her tale, Trip had quietly stood behind her, his hand lying lightly on her shoulder. When she concluded her tale, T’Pol sat before the captain head bowed. Trip leaned in close and whispered into her ear, “I’m proud of you honey.”

Archer alternated between shock and anger. T’Pol a drug addict? He was irritated Phlox hadn’t informed him, but knew Phlox was just following the doctor/patient oath. While T’Pol had spoken Trip’s quiet reassurance and almost constant eye with Archer kept him from interrupting T’Pol and yelling at her for what an idiot she had been. She was ashamed of herself, and she didn’t need her captain adding to it. What was going to say to her? ‘It’s OK, no big deal.’ She was a drug addict, former drug addict, and pregnant with Trip’s baby. Archer slowly considered his words, while looking alternatively between the senior officers. He knew Trip cared for T’Pol, and was stunned when T’Pol reveled she shared the same deep feelings for Trip. Apparently, he hadn’t paid much attention to his crew during their time in the expanse. “T’Pol…I’m stunned. I’m not really sure what to say. I wish you had come to me sooner with this. I know why you took the Trellium, the why is standing behind you. But why didn’t you tell me, or Trip sooner?”

“I was ashamed.” T’Pol answered in a bare whisper, she seemed on the verge of tears.

“At least now I know why you acted so strangely in the Expanse. This isn’t something I want to put on your record, T’Pol.” T’Pol’s head jerked up sharply at this, as Archer continued, “However, as you weren’t with Starfleet at the time, I don’t really have any reason to report this. I will warn you that the next time you feel like doing something so monumentally stupid, you talk to someone first. Understood?”

“Yes captain.”

“I am disappointed in you T’Pol, I won’t lie to you. It will take time to rebuild trust.” Archer had to focus on something else. “So when do you to start this bonding process?”

“As soon as possible. We’d like to begin tomorrow night. We figure we’ll need today and tomorrow’s shifts to bring everyone up to speed. I’ve got my engineerin’ team still looking at those diagnostics. Phlox is too. Just seems that whenever we get above warp 3.5, the engines get all twitchy.” Trip answered for both of them.

Hell of a time to have the 2 most senior staff unavailable for 3 days, Archer thought to himself. “Keep me posted of any progress. Dismissed.” Archer felt there was something more, but didn’t press the issue as he watched the two leave. He felt emotionally drained, and knew it had taken a great deal for T’Pol to confide such an embarrassing secret to him. He intended need to have along talk with Trip over a bottle of bourbon, and soon.

***

At T’Pol’s request, Hoshi had contacted T’Les and routed the communications to her quarters. T’Pol and Trip had just finished their mediating for the night, when her console signaled.

“Greetings Mother. Peace and long life. All is well with you I trust?” T’Pol asked.

“Yes. Something disturbs you daughter? You do know look well.” T’Les noted the dark circles under T’Pol’s eyes and her shaky voice.

“I am pregnant.” Was all T’Pol said.

T’Les had noted Commander Tucker’s presence in the room, his casual attire, and concluded that he was the father. “Indeed.” T’Les replied with the one eyebrow raised.

“Well at least she didn’t say ‘You’re what?’” Trip chimed in. T’Pol merely glared at Trip.

“Sorry, I won’t say another word.” Trip couldn’t help but chuckle.

“That would be highly unusual for you Mr. Tucker.” Was T’Pol’s crisp reply.

This exchange didn’t go unnoticed by T’Les. “I presume this is Commander Tucker’s child? I knew you were opposed to this marriage T’Pol, but this isn’t a proper way to dissolve it. You..”

“I was pregnant before I married Koss.” T’Pol interrupted her mother.

T’Les was plainly irritated with the interruption, but didn’t comment. “I see. I knew you were fond of Mr. Tucker, apparently, I wasn’t aware of how fond.” T’Les appeared distracted by something and surprised both Trip and T’Pol by ending the conversation abruptly. “This time is inconvenient for me to discuss this situation at length. I will contact you tomorrow. Peace and long life.”

“What the hell was that about?” Trip demeaned of T’Pol.

“I do not know.” Concern evident in her voice.

***

The next morning on the bridge, T’Pol sat quietly at her station, avoiding eye contact with the captain. Trip was busily reviewing the latest reports and diagnostics about the plasma bugs.

“Incoming communication captain from a transport ship, it’s Vulcan.” Ensign Sato reported from her station.

T’Pol had looked up from her console and searched for Trip at his station on the bridge when Hoshi announced the source. A feeling enveloped her body, dread, this must be dread she thought. Why was a Vulcan ship contacting Enterprise.

“Onscreen.”

“Mother!” T’Pol had stood and unconsciously moved next to Trip. T’Les stood next to a male Vulcan, that both T’Pol and Trip recognized immediately, Koss.

“Greetings wife.”

All pair of eyes on the bridge, save for one, turned to T’Pol, mouths agape, shock on all their faces.

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A whole mess of folks have made comments

NO!! Argh, i was so excited for them, how did i not see that coming!?!
KOSS MUST DIE!!

the little plasma bugs will stop koss, they love trip and will stop koss!

OH NOOOOO!!!!! The bastard. Quick T'Mom, start an affair with Koss! (sorry, just can't get mommyj's 'Stacy's Mom' video out of my head)

So, do you think Koss will be cremated on Vulcan, or shot into space in a torpedo casing?

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

What will happen now? If she is forced to bond with Koss, will that be okay for the baby, or does it have to be Trip?

Ah, this outta be good! Ha! Think it'll mess with their plans to bond? LOL Boy, Koss really does have the worst time zone. He marries her just when Trip and T'Pol are growing close then decides to visit when T'Pol's about to bond with Trip! T'Les, you gotta lot of explainin' to do! Please keep going, this is such a great story and it's only chapter two! I'm already going crazy to see what will happen next!

Well we can't shoot him out into space in the giant sunglasses-case; that's how Spock went, so it's too good for Koss. I say *feed* him to the plasma bugs!

I am seriously going to have a cardiac one of these days, reading these stories! That means, you're doing a stand-up job. I can't wait to see what comes next! Thanks for the ride!

Well, I vote for shooting Koss out of an airlock. This is good stuff. Koss will go for an annulment due to bad karma. Maybe they'll need to do the ka'li'fe as an after the fact matter, but Trip gets to pick the spot since they're not on Vulcan. Don't keep us waiting. And, really, the visual of T'Les and Koss would be too much for me, please don't.

wow, what a great story, please continue quickly, I can't wait, it is so exciting... , and thank you so much for an amazing story.

Bastard! KOSS MUST DIE! *gets out lirpa and screams like banshee* Please update soon and get him on Enterprise so I can kill him then! Great story!

This is a great story, but call it human prejudice... I really don't want to see this bonding thing unless that marraige is dissolved. Trip here seems too happy to dump a lifetime of culture for what apparently is a half-week of nookie.

This is absolutely wonderful. How will this affect their plans to bond. I hope Koss does the hononable thing and releases T'pol from this ridiculous marriage.

That Koss is a real pain in the tushie. What would he want with a half human child anyway? KOSS MUST DIE!!!!!

Just to reiterate the above
KOSS MUST DIE!!!!

KOSS MUST DIE!!!

Argh! Why can't this oaf take a hint?

amazing! i love it....one comment a dead koss is a good koss :) just a thought

This is very good! Excellent surprise ending there too!

Wow! I'm with Silverfish. Same thoughts. But don't kill Koss. Bobbitt (sic) him instead. He's a jerk.

I would be happier if Koss finds out about the pregnancy and has his 'functional' marriage to T'Pol anulled thus allowing T'Pol and Trip to fully bond. This has nothing to do with honour as the tangle they have all got themselves into precludes that option but that doesn't mean they should happily ditch their morality completely. To do that would just make them appear shallow and I do not see either Trip or T'Pol in that light. It would be wonderful if T'Pol actually had a proper heart to heart with Koss and told him not only how she really feels but about her addiction to Trellium D, her feelings for the Commander and the damage to her neural pathways. Whether we like Koss or not he is being kept in the dark over every bit of information that would enable an informed and logical decision to be made. I want Trip and T'Pol together but with some grace and feeling of rightness to bless their union. I will be interested to see how you progress with the story. Ali D :~)

You people come up with the BEST STUFF. ALL of you! I've had ideas swirling through my head, but haven't had the guts to try because of all the techno mumbo-jumbo. Please, continue this one ASAP, as I'm DYING here.

T'pol should have waited till after the bonding to call T'mom! Now Trip will have to show him the finer points of the inner workings of a warp core!!! Koss Most DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wow. That was awesome! Oh, pleeeeeeeease update, the anticipation is killing me!

ARGH!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! MAKE THE EVIL ONE GO AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!

All we have to do is call in Mama Tucker to open up a big 'ol can of Southern whoop-ass on a certain Vulcan that we all love to hate (otherwise known as He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Bonded)!!

Superior Vulcan strength, my ass!! :)

Ha! The return of Koss. I didn't see that coming. The T'Les hidden drama I expected because of her short message. I can't what to see what you're gonna do with this. Excellent story!

Okay, I'm really starting to wonder what exactly T'Mom and T'Bastard are doing all the way out here...