You're What? - Ch 6

You’re What?

By Favors

RATING: R
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. Borrowed a little bit from Voyager episode Counterpoint.

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Chapter 6

T’Les and T’Pol strolled leisurely to the quarters Trip and T’Pol shared. T’Les took careful note of the belongings once inside the room. An unfamiliar small metallic device was on the desk. It had holes and slots in it. Books lined shelves along with a large round brass object with a glass grid on one side. T’Les assumed the unusual items belonged to Commander Tucker.

“You shame me daughter.” T’Les spoke quietly.

T’Pol’s was startled at her mother’s words. She opened her mouth to speak, but her mother continued on. “You gave up your happiness to save my position. I knew you cared for this human when you brought him home. It was obvious to me he was in love with you. I am shamed I let you marry someone, when you care so deeply for another. Despite your feelings for Commander Tucker, you married Koss according to our traditions. I will not let this continue. You have already bonded with the Commander any Vulcan can see that. I am surprised the human could bond so deeply with you.”

“We have not yet completed the bond.” T’Pol informed her mother.

T’Les was stunned. It was evident that their bond was exceptionally strong; it would be more so after they completed the ritual. “Even your father and I did not have a bond so strong. I miss him, I will not deny you a lifetime of that. I will see that Koss releases you.”

T’Pol sighed in relief. She had her mother’s support. “Mother...” But a hail from her mate interrupted T’Pol’s words.

“Tucker to T’Pol.”

“Yes.”

“Meet me in the situation room.”

“On my way.” T’Pol didn’t need any explanations; she knew it must be important.

***

As T’Les and T’Pol made their way to the situation room, they came upon Koss wandering the corridors.

“Your Commander left me in the Captain’s mess. I do not know where he went.”

“This way.” T’Pol indicated for Koss to follow them. ‘My Commander’. Perhaps Trip had gotten through to Koss, he could be very persuasive when he wanted to. She knew the situation room had not been on the tour, so Koss had no idea where it was. She knew her mate well and was sure he must have run out of the captain’s mess, completely forgetting about Koss.

They heard Trip hailing the captain upon entering.

“Tucker to Archer.”

“Archer here.” Archer replied sleepily.

“It’s music, Cap’n. Music! We’re in the situation room.”

“I’ll be right there.”

“That’s why it always tickled my brain that it had to be mathematical. Music has mathematical properties. That’s why it didn’t fit any of the algorithms.” He spoke with enthusiasm to the trio about the discovery. “Oh, sorry ‘bout that Koss, I forgot all about ya.”

“How did this occur to you?” T’Pol asked as she moved to stand next to Trip. Trip had often acted on his intuition and was usually correct. T’Pol was curious how he had made the connection.

The captain entered and stood quietly beside T’Les. And watched the exchange.

“Actually, it was Koss there who gave me the inspiration. He mentioned about point and counter-point in music. Then it hit me: that’s why it was familiar. Can you play that monk crap, without the chanting though and show it graphically?” Trip asked of T’Pol.

“Why?” she asked, puzzled.

“Just humor me will ya?” he sighed in frustration. Why did she have to challenge everything?

“I did not refer to your world’s music as ‘crap’.” T’Pol replied with a huff as she pulled up the music.

“Yeah, but mine was pretty.” He said absently.

T’Pol looked skeptical but did as asked. When the Vulcan music was displayed in moving bars, Trip asked her to bring up the plasma bug data and show it the same way.

“They do not match.”

“Really? Thanks for the info T’Pol. I didn’t say they’d match, I just wanted to confirm my theory.” Trip retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“And has it been ‘confirmed’?” she asked acerbically.

“Yep.”

Archer watched the couple, and shook his head amused. Some things would never change. He realized he had missed their playful banter.

T’Pol let out a sigh and rubbed her neck.

“Still hurt?”

T’Pol nodded as Trip moved behind her. Tugging down the zipper of her tunic, he began to apply neuro-pressure to T’Pol’s neck.

“You’re not breathing properly.” He leaned forward in a spoke quietly in her ear.

T’Pol adjusted her breathing while Trip continued to administer the neuro-pressure. Archer thought it looked much like a massage when he heard T’Pol’s breathy low moan. She sounded very satisfied. As Trip pulled the zipper back in place, he leaned forward and kissed T’Pol on the cheek. T’Les had stiffened slightly when she observed Trip performing neuro-pressure on her daughter. Archer bent towards T’Les, “Is something wrong?”

“T’Pol has instructed Commander Tucker in neuro-pressure. He has performed it perfectly. It is very unusual for a non-Vulcan to be instructed in this. Now I know how they became involved.”

At Archer’s puzzled expression, T’Les explained how intimate neuro-pressure could be. Archer had known about the sessions, but had no idea the level of intimacy they involved. Archer thought of Trip and T’Pol massaging each other, naked, and in candlelight. No wonder.

“T’Pol, can you bring up the personnel files? Cross-match anyone who has musical training?”

Rather than questioning Trip, as Archer expected T’Pol brought up the files. Through their bond, she knew what he was thinking. “Very well.”

As T’Pol accessed the files, Trip turned to Koss and T’Les. “Hey, what about the Vulcan crew? Any music aficionados over there?”

“I do not know, however, Koss and I can inquire. We will leave you now. Koss.” T’Les responded to Trip and regarded Koss with a hard stare as she signaled him to come with her. Trip thought it looked as if she was saying ‘just try and defy me’. He definitely knew where T’Pol got her spark.

A list of 7 crew names appeared on the screen.

“Hoshi knows music, that’s great!” Trip was excited.

“Your name is not on the list.” T’Pol was frowning.

“And why should it be?” Trip asked perplexed.

“You perform music.” T’Pol answered in all seriousness.

“I play the harmonica and a little bit on the piano. It’s not like I’d put that on my resume.” He responded to her.

“Then this information is incomplete. If you did not identify your musical ‘talents’ to Starfleet, then we can assume others did not as well. Captain, I recommend we make a ship wide announcement asking all who have musical knowledge to report to the situation room immediately.” T’Pol turned towards the Captain, seeking approval.

“T’Pol, it’s the middle of the night, let people sleep for God’s sake. We can cross-examine the crew in the morning.” Trip replied, exasperated.

“Do you want this issue resolved or not?” T’Pol answered hotly.

“Look, T’Pol...”

“Enough you two. T’Pol, I agree with Trip. This problem isn’t so important we need to rouse the crew at this exact moment. I will however, charge you with identifying all staff with musical knowledge at the beginning of your shift. Now that you have an approach, this can wait until morning. The Vulcans may also have crewmembers that can help. Trip I need to talk to you privately. T’Pol, go get some sleep.”

T’Pol recognizing that as an order, she nodded and left the room.

“Why don’t we go to my quarters and talk? Oh, Trip, did you get an answer from Koss?”

“Aww, hell.”

***

“Have you come to the proper conclusion to release my daughter from this marriage?” T’Les commanded, more than asked Koss.

“It is the only logical thing to do.” Koss told her.

“Good, there is a priest on board. He can perform the ceremony.” T’Les replied.

“Prepared, were you?”

“Obviously.”

***

“What’d you want to talk about, Cap’n?” Trip asked as he sank down onto the sofa, although he had a pretty good idea.

“You and T’Pol.” Archer replied while sitting down on his bunk.

“Oh.” Trip had a feeling he knew what was coming, kissing T’Pol in front of everybody. What was he thinking? He hadn’t been he realized.

“I can see, quite clearly, that you two are in love with each other, but, ah…maybe you could cool it a little when you’re in public. It’s going to be all over the ship soon, the server walked in when you two were having your tongue war.” At Trip’s shocked expression, Archer continued. “You didn’t even notice, did you?” Archer couldn’t suppress his laughter.

“To tell you the truth, no I didn’t. Quite frankly, I forgot anyone was in the room except T’Pol.” Trip looked sheepish. “I don’t know what it is, maybe it’s being with a Vulcan, I don’t know. But I do know I’ve never felt this way before in my life. I’ll try and control myself.”

“Please, I’d hate to have to send Malcolm in to break you two apart.” Archer smiled at his longtime friend. “By the way, what’s that 2 finger gesture?”

“Oh, that. It’s a Vulcan kiss.” Trip replied with a small smile and a slight blush.

“Sounds exciting.” The Captain responded.

“Actually it is. Vulcans are touch-telepaths. So when we touch, not only is the physical contact electrifying, but the mental contact is so…stimulating. I would have never thought it could be as good as actually kissing, but it is.” Trip said with earnest.

Both men were surprised when the door chime to Archer’s quarters sounded. “Enter.”

T’Les gracefully slid into the room and appraised each man thoughtfully. “The First Officer Pirok is an accomplished musician; he will work with your staff.”

“Great, our Communications Officer, Ensign Soto also knows music. They can work together in the morning.” Archer informed T’Les.

“Commander Tucker.” T’Les looked at Trip, locking eyes with him.

“Yes, ma’am?” Trip stood and approached T’Les.

“Koss has agreed to release T’Pol and there is a Vulcan priest aboard who can perform the ritual. I will arrange for it to be performed tomorrow.”

Trip looked like a kid in the candy store on Christmas day. He started to approach T’Les to embrace her in a bear hug, but quickly dropped his arms. “I can’t tell you how happy you’ve made me!”

“You may embrace me. This one time.” T’Les could tell the Commander was struggling to maintain his exuberance.

Trip didn’t need any further persuasion. He captured T’Les in a strong hug and lifted her of her feet. “Thank you so much.”

“I’m surprised you’re still standing here Trip. I thought you’d be halfway to your quarters to let T’Pol know.” Archer asked Trip, a wide smile gracing his face.

Trip’s eyes looked unfocused for a moment before he answered. “She’s sound asleep, I’m not gonna wake her after I lectured her on wakin’ the crew. She’d never let me live it down. But all the same, I think I’ll turn in myself. Goodnight.”

“Commander, there is one more thing.” T’Les spoke to Trip, challenge in voice and stance. “After the ceremony takes place, there is something you must do.”

T’Les explained to Trip exactly what she wanted him to do immediately following the ceremony.

Archer listened intently and thought that Trip certainly had won the ladies of this family over.

***

The next day the observation lounge was filled with the Enterprise’s bridge crew and Doctor Phlox, along with T’Les, Captain Vorak, Pirok, and T’May.

An old Vulcan priest shuffled slowly into the observation lounge, hunched over and using a cane. He reminded Trip of Yoda from Star Wars, a series of movies T’Pol had actually enjoyed.

‘He is taller than Yoda.’ Came T’Pol’s thought.

‘He’s not as green.’ Trip shot back. She was smiling that tiny Vulcan smile of hers that Trip loved so much.

‘But he does have a considerable amount of hair extruding from his ears.’ Trip had to bite the inside of his mouth not to laugh outright at T’Pol’s comment. No sense of humor my ass he thought to himself.

The old priest huffed to a stop before T’Pol and Koss. At his signal, they knelt down on the pillows provided, facing each other. The priest spoke in slow Vulcan that Hoshi translated quietly for the Enterprise crew. Within a few minutes, the Vulcan priest stopped speaking.

“It’s over.” Hoshi let them know.

“It is done.” Koss spoke rose to his feet.

“That’s it?” Trip asked incredulously.

“Do you want it to be longer?” T’Pol asked him

“No.” Trip assisted T’Pol to her feet. Glancing at T’Les and upon seeing her nod, Trip grasped T’Pol’s wrist and spoke in a load voice. “T’Pol of Vulcan, I claim you as mine. Do you seek a challenger to this claim?”

T’Pol had inhaled sharply when Trip spoke the ancient words; he must have received this information from her mother. “I do not seek a challenger. I am yours.” She replied.

Trip couldn’t contain himself. He let out a loud “Woohoo!” and swept T’Pol off her feet. Trip’s face broke into a huge smile as he gathered T’Pol in his arms and kissed her soundly.

“That isn’t part of the ritual. Nevertheless, we have a bond to complete they’ll.” She whispered into his ear, causing him to shiver.

Trip scooped T’Pol up in his arms and headed for the doorway.

“I am capable of walking.” T’Pol said, but made no move to disengage herself from his arms.

“I know, but this is more romantic and I can kiss you all the way to our quarters.” He replied merrily.

“Trip, I thought you’d want to celebrate. Chef made pecan pie and everything.” Archer was smiling just as broadly. Despite their chat last night about trying to keep it professional in public, he knew he wouldn’t be able to contain Trip’s exuberance.

“Oh, I plan on celebratin’, Cap’n. Trust me. You start without us; we’ll see you in a couple of hours.” And with that Trip started to leave with T’Pol in his arms.

“Days.” T’Pol corrected

“Days?” Trip repeated, stopping in his tracks.

T’Pol leaned in close and whispered in Trip’s ear. All gathered were treated to a very red-faced engineer correcting himself. “Days, I guess.”

“I’ll have food and beverages left outside your quarters. Contact me if immediately if you need any medical attention Commander Tucker.” Doctor Phlox responded cheerily. How he wished he could record the completion of their bond.

“Uh, thanks.” Trip didn’t sound too confident.

“Days? Medical attention?” repeated the Captain, turning towards Phlox. T’Les had come to stand next to the two men. Archer was just as red-faced by the time T’Les and Phlox detailed the mating bond ritual.

***

Hoshi worked with the Vulcan Science Officer Pirok over the next few days incorporating their knowledge of music, science, and Hoshi’s gift for languages. Pirok was highly intelligent and thoughtful. He was secretly pleased that the human had chosen to speak in his native Vulcan. Her accent was impeccable. Hoshi beamed when he told her as much. They enlisted several other crewmembers from both ships to aid their research. Eventually, they found the key.

“It’s their form of language sir.” Hoshi was excited to learn such and unusual language. She had been challenged by some of the Xindi languages, and had been hoping for a new challenge. She and Pirok stood before Archer with their news.

“Can you communicate with them yet?” the captain asked the pair.

“Not yet sir, but we’re well on our way.” Hoshi answered.

“Good work Ensign, Sub-Commander.”

***

“Lt. Reed.” Hoshi greeted Malcolm in the mess hall. “Mind if I join you?”

“Of course not. I haven’t seen much of you lately. Been working with that Vulcan, Pirok, correct?” Malcolm asked her a touch tersely.

“Yes, he’s quite nice.” Hoshi beamed back.

“Is he?” he said just a touch too harshly.

Did she detect a note of jealousy? If the captain was going to relax the non-fraternization rules for Commanders Tucker and T’Pol, maybe, just maybe, he’ll allow it for others too. Let’s test this theory, shall we she thought to herself. Opening her eyes wide, she asked, “Malcolm, I think it’d be fun to throw Commanders Tucker and T’Pol an engagement party. Would you help me arrange it?”

“A party? I’m sure Trip would be ecstatic, but T’Pol, I don’t know.”

“Please?” dipping her head and looking out from under her lashes she could see his pupils dilate and his breathing increase.

“Of course I’ll help you.” He stammered.

Hmmm, very interesting, she thought to herself.

***

“I did not think this was an effective means to travel to our quarters, but I believe I was wrong.” T’Pol spoke in between kisses. Trip was cheerfully striding through the corridors making his way to their quarters. He bent enough to allow T’Pol to enter the door code.

Once inside, Trip put T’Pol down in the middle of the room. As T’Pol reached behind her to undo her zipper, Trip stopped her hand.

“No, no, that’s my job. First I’m gonna kiss you all over, and then make love to you before we complete the bond. I want to be in complete control of myself for once.” Trip’s voice was low and quiet. It sent shivers down T’Pol’s spine.

“What is the purpose?”

“So I can explore your body. Find out what makes you melt.” Trip was sliding down her zipper and slowly peeling off her jumpsuit as if he had all the time in the world. He carefully removed her under clothing, revealing her glorious body. T’Pol was tingling just from his feather light touches.

“I thought we had already done that, 3 months ago.”

Trip laughed out load, “Darlin’ we haven’t even begun to explore each other.” And with that Trip began his exploration in earnest. Using only his lips, he confined himself to just one spot at a time. Her skin was hot under mouth, and whenever she moaned, her flesh goose, or climax, he made sure he remembered that spot. Trip blessed his considerable memory for the millionth time. T’Pol was trembling by the time he had finished his assault on her backside. The taste of her skin was coppery and exotic.

Coming round to her front, T’Pol regained enough control to comment, “You are still dressed.”

Trip said nothing and locked eyes with her, merely quirked his eyebrows at her. ‘Your turn.’ He sent through their bond. She knew he meant for her to undress him. Well, two could play at this game. She slowly peeled off his clothing, running her hands over his body as she did so. She had always found him to be particularly attractive, and during their neuro-pressure sessions had secretly admired his toned body. When Trip was left standing only in his skivvies, T’Pol grasped the waistband, intent on pulling them off, as Trip covered her hands.

“Maybe I should do that.” Trip was fully aroused and knew T’Pol could be none to gentle at times.

“No, no, that’s my job.” She replied repeating his words back to him, her voice thick with desire. She peeled off Trip’s skivvies and tossed them aside. The sound of her husky voice just made him more aroused. Pressing her body into his she nibbled at his neck. She wrapped her long fingers around his aroused member, but Trip stopped her hand.

“No, I want it last, as long as possible.” His voice was strained. T’Pol felt smug about the reaction she could stir in him. “Maybe we should take this dance over to the bunk now.” He managed to stammer out.

Once he had T’Pol settled on the bunk, Trip began his assault on her body again. He did not leave any part of her untouched. He lost count of how many orgasms she had. He had a difficult time maintaining his own control. ‘I’m not gonna lose it, I’m gonna make it last.’ He thought to himself. T’Pol was begging him for complete release, she wanted him desperately, and she wanted him NOW. She was quivering beneath him with desire.

‘Please, I need you inside me, NOW, Trip! NOW!’ she demanded through their bond.

Trip was all too happy to comply; he knew he couldn’t hold back much longer. He slipped in her easily, and put his newly found knowledge to good use, stroking her in those special places and adding to her already rising climax. He also remembered T’Les’ very explicit advice as well. Her ears were a particularly sensitive region. He exploded within her while she writhed in ecstasy.

Spent, Trip lay on top of T’Pol. Trip was surprised when she flipped him into his back and straddled his hips, her look lustful and hungry and not at all sated. He was surprised he never became flaccid; he wasn’t 16 anymore after all. T’Pol sensed his wonder and answered.

‘Vulcan bio-chemistry. I can supplant your…flagging energy to comply with my needs.’ T’Pol sent through their bond.

‘Damn I love when you talk dirty.’ Amusement coloring his tone.

Quickly, she placed her hand to the contacts points on Trip’s face. In automatic response, Trip’s hand touched her contact points. ‘Now we complete this ritual beloved.’

Trip lost count of how many times they made love; he was bruised, bitten, tired and sore, but content. T’Pol’s body bore its own wealth of bruises and scraps. She seemed to view them as a badge of honor. They made love in many locations of their quarters, including the shower. He introduced her to new positions and oral sex. He was surprised she took such delight in it. Any notions he had about Vulcans being sexually repressed went out the window, she was insatiable.

Fortunately, Phlox made good on sending food to their quarters, Trip needed as much energy as possible to keep up with her needs. After two days of intensive activity, T’Pol finally declared the ritual complete. Trip felt like T’Pol’s fingers were permanently part of his skull. Trip wasn’t quite sure what made it complete, but trusted T’Pol to know. He could hear her thoughts without physical contact anymore perhaps that was the key.

“You know, I can hardly wait for your belly to get all big and round.” He said, leaning over to kiss her stomach.

“You want me to be fat?” astonishment in her voice.

“It’s not fat honey, it’s our baby.” He placed his hand on her belly, barely able to discern the small lump. “I can’t think of anything more incredible than seeing our baby grow inside of you. Speakin’ of bein’ inside you…”

‘You know I think we bit each other deeply enough that this might leave scars if the doc doesn’t treat ‘em.’ Trip sent through their bond, referring to the matching bite marks on their shoulders, while he busied himself kissing her.

‘That is the intention.’
‘Permanent weddin’ rings? I like it.’
‘It does not bother you?’
‘Hon, you can mark me head to toe for all I care.’ A thought occurred to him. . ‘Hey, since under Vulcan law you become my property once we get hitched, does that mean I get to boss you around?’

Trip’s only answer, which he already knew, was a sharply raised eyebrow and the slight turning up of her lips.

Trip laughed so hard his bruised body ached. “That’s what I thought. Don’t ever change darlin.’ You’re perfect for me.” He spoke out loud.

“I am far from perfect.”

“I didn’t say you were perfect, I said you were perfect for me.” Trip showed her again just how perfect they were together.

***

‘Commander T’Pol sure is eating a lot of food’, the kitchen server mused to himself while he delivered more food outside her quarters. He bent to collect the dirty dishes when he heard the unmistakable laughter of Commander Tucker emanating from her quarters. Hmm, another juicy tidbit for Chef. First I see them kissing, now, well…

***

Both Trip and T’Pol had stopped by sickbay per Doctor Phlox’s request to evaluate their medical condition after the conclusion of the bonding ritual.

“Good evening Commanders. All went well I trust.”

“Very well, Doctor. We have dinner with the captain in an hour, is that sufficient time for you to conduct your evaluation?” T’Pol answered for them both.

“Most assuredly. I’ll start with Commander Tucker. I will need more time with you to conduct the gynecological exam.” Phlox answered cheerily.

T’Pol looked annoyed; Trip could sense how much she distasted getting the exams.

“Please disrobe, both of you. It will speed things along.”

When they hesitated, Phlox continued. “Commanders, it is not as if I hadn’t seen both of you completely nude before. And obviously you’ve seen each other nude as well.” The both looked slightly embarrassed. Phlox knew that Vulcan mating could be rough at times. “You don’t want to be late to dinner with the Captain now do you? Commanders, I will not be surprised by anything. Anything.” He emphasized.

As they stripped, Phlox’s theory was correct. Both were covered with bruises, scathes, and bite marks. In addition, Commander Tucker had bruised ribs and a fractured collar bone.

“Hmm, those bites are pretty deep. Let me get some ointment, you wouldn’t want a scar now, would you?”

“Um, well actually yes.” Trip informed him haltingly.

“I see.” The doctor was not surprised by the revelation. “Well I believe that concludes the basic exam for you both. T’Pol, up here please, put your feet in the cradles.”

As Trip dressed he looked over at T’Pol with concern, he could feel her anxiety through their bond. She was extremely uncomfortable having to partake of this exam.

“T’Pol, you need to have the doc check on you. I know you’re uncomfortable with this. I’m right here, I’ll hold your hand the whole time.” Trip smoothed her hair back and tried to sending soothing thoughts through their bond.

“Hmmm…quite interesting.” Phlox had a slight frown on his face.

“Anything wrong?” Trip was instantly concerned.

“No, no, no. It’s just this looks very much like teeth marks here on her….” Amusement lit Phlox’s eyes.

Trip had gone deathly still and blushed so deeply he turned purple as he realized what Doctor Phlox was referring to. T’Pol met his eyes and to the astonishment of both men, she laughed. She threw her head back and laughed, out load, and for many minutes.

***
“I can’t believe that the first time I hear you laugh, it’s at your husband.” Trip spat as they made their way to the Captain’s mess.

“You turned purple, it was funny, I quite literally couldn’t keep myself from laughing. For once, I wish had had your camera so I could maintain that image.” T’Pol told him with all seriousness. Trip mumbled something even her keen ears couldn’t hear.

Regardless, T’Pol was pleased Trip knew that the bonding ritual was, in essence, the true beginning of their marriage. The Vulcan and Human rituals to commence were just trivial ceremonies as far as she was concerned. T’Pol was still smirking when they entered the captain’s mess.

Archer briefed Trip and T’Pol over dinner, bringing them up to speed on all the data collected and the ship’s status.

“While you two were indisposed, Hoshi and Pirok made considerable progress on communicating, in a way, with the plasma bugs. Doctor Phlox was correct they do have some sentience. Trip we need your skills to help in developing a way to remove them, harmlessly, from the warp core.”

Trip reviewed the data Hoshi and Pirok had collected. While Trip had been hopeful that they could keep the plasma bugs in place, he knew it wasn’t possible based on their current engine configuration and the data Hoshi and Pirok had collected. The engines wouldn’t be able to withstand the harmonics needed to travel at high warp without killing the bugs.

“In a way, I’m gonna miss those little guys. My injectors have never been so clean. They remind me of those ugly sucker fish you put in aquariums that eat the algae. Too bad we can’t make them work, maybe someday though. You know if you built the engine to match their harmonics…”

Archer’s mind drifted while Trip babbled on about all the technical details that might possibly make an organic creature work inside a warp core. T’Pol however, was intrigued by her mate’s suggestion. Perhaps not in their lifetimes, but someday, maybe, it could happen.

“…Organic Engineering. I like the sound of that Cap’n. I think I may have stumbled onto something. Whaddya think?” Trip hadn’t noticed that the captain’s attention was diverted.

“Hmm? Oh, sounds good. By the way Phlox was wondering if you could somehow maintain a sample for him.” Archer answered distractedly.

“I guess I could construct a container, put some of the little guys in there for him. I’ll talk to him and find out what he needs.”

“Good. Also, we’ve set course back to the anomaly. Hopefully by the time we reach it we’ll have a plan to remove them.”

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A whole mess of folks have made comments

I loved this chapter!!
T'pol laughed at Trip!! that had me LOL!!!
Cant wait for the next chapter!!!

How much do I love this story? A LOT, that's how much. It just keeps on unfolding and I just keep loving what you're bringing! Bring more on! I especially like the easy intimacy between T&T and the Yoda comment? Funny, funny.

This story is prima! I loved the bit when Trip went WOOHOO

T'Les had me laughing when she allowed him to embrace her! And that bit where Trip turned purple was a riot! Just make sure this doesn't take an angsty turn for the worst! We get enough of that on the actual show! :(

Lovely! Trip and T'Pol are just so good together and you write them beautifully. I loved it that T'Les was on their side and gave Trip instuctions as well as ensuring Koss would end the marriage to leave them free to be together. Sigh. Can't wait for the next part, thanks! Ali D :~)

Very nice. I hope you'll add a new part soon. Though
It looks like the story will be ending soon. I hope you write a sequil.

Great, I'm with Triplover leave the angst behind. Looking forward to the engagement party

Another great chapter, can't wait for more

Really wonderful, I love the interplay between the characters

Trip Bit her ass wow freakish!!1

Can't wait for more, but I don't think Trip bit her ass, I think it was a little higher....

One of the greates stories I've ever read (and I've read many stories)!!!!!