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Not Even For YouAuthor - grooviekittie | Genre - Angst | Genre - Vignette | Main Story | N | Rating - G
Fan Fiction Main Page | Stories sorted by title, author, genre, and rating Not Even For You By Groovekittie Email: groovekittie@livejournal.com
A/N: This is just a short vignette. There is no prologue, epilogue, nor seguey for this one and none shall be forthcoming. I just felt angsty and I indulged it. :) "Ah god, T'Pol, please say this isn't it. Please," he pleaded desperately to her. "I am sorry, Commander." She sat on the edge of the bed, her posture perfect and unaffected. Despite her Vulcan heritage, her control could not hide the pain in her voice, nor the desire in her eyes. Trip threw himself at her feet, embracing her hips and placing his head in her lap. Her hands went unbidden to his hair and she gently massaged his scalp, trying desperately to soothe him of the pain that coursed through his veins .. and through hers as well. She could feel his tears stain her clothing, but she did nothing to remove him from her lap. T'Pol did all that she knew how, she simply held him and said nothing. During every major moment in their history together, she could never bring herself to say the sentimental words that she knew would bring her human comfort. At first, she had used the words of Surak, but that normally only succeeded in wounding him further rather than offering the comfort it did her, so she learned that silence was always best. Her touch always seemed to offer the best medicine for him, as it had when they first started the nueropressure sessions that had led to this moment. "I don't want this to be the end, T'Pol. Don't let it be the end," he finally breathed into the silence. "You know it would never work, Charles." "We could try. I just don't want us to end like this." "It is the logical resolution to 'us.'" "Fuck logic," he said with such vehemence it sent a chill up her spine. "You know I could never abandon logic," she said with such sorrow, he immediately regretted saying those hateful words. "Not even for you ... my love." Have a comment to make about this story? Do so in the Trip Fan Fiction forum at the HoTBBS! Seven people have made commentsThank you, I like it though it's sad.., your discription is very convincing.. oh sad. boo hoo oh sad. boo hoo Sad. Angsty... It's nicely done. Very unsettling. Iz That It ? Nice little tidbit of angst, but it feels like it should be part of a larger story. I suggest you start with this and explore the possibilities. Why are they alone in the room together? What events have occurred that have prompted T'Pol to definitively end the relationship? Precisely WHAT are they ending? Was Harbinger IT, or was there more? Is T'Pol perhaps panicking for some reason? There are LOTS of directions you could take this... or you could just leave it exactly the way it is. : ) WAAAAAAHHHHHH! You made me almost cry! That's not fair! I hope this continues, or we get a trip to the Department of Backstory! More, please! :*) |