Contaminated

Contaminated

By Pepper Bradford

Rating: PG

Genre: Vignette,

Disclaimer: It all belongs to Paramount

Summary: Takes place hours after “Azati Prime”

Author’s Note: This is not a sequel to “Two Weeks”, since there won’t be any more of this story…but it does borrow a theme.

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T’pol didn’t know how long she had been hanging there, her hands shackled above her head. She had gone in and out of consciousness since blacking out in that last explosion on the bridge, when Enterprise had been under attack by the Xindi. During that time, she had been questioned many times by the Reptilian Xindi. She was not quite in the state she had been in during her last horrible interrogation experience, with the Suliban. She told them nothing, as she was trained. But the terrible truth was that she truly knew nothing. Enterprise was taking a beating, and she knew that there were casualties. Then an explosion rocked the bridge near the command chair, and everything went dark.

The questioning had been typical…how many ships, what were there locations, their defenses, etc. And the Reptilian had tried the age old tactic of giving her false information to shake her will, or at least she hoped it was false information.

“All of the humans on your ship are dead. We killed your Captain in this very chamber. There is nothing left for you to do but tell us what we want to know and you will be returned to the Vulcans” he had told her.

But she knew it had to be a lie, at least a portion of it. Because she knew that Trip was still alive. Alive, and nearby. She could feel him, feel his anger, feel his grief.

At first, she thought that it was simply a result of her interrogation, her exhaustion, and her injuries. But slowly, as she waded through the pain in her own mind, she found something else…HIS pain.

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It had been growing for some time, this connection between them. She could feel him more and more each day, and knew that he felt her as well. Their neuropressure sessions intensified the connection with each and every touch.

Then he had begun treating HER. She could not understand it. Why would he choose to have sessions with someone else? She could not make sense of her own reaction to it. When he touched HER, she could feel it, and it created an ache within her that she could not dissipate with meditation or explain with logic.

That was why she had initiated sexual contact. She could feel the connection begin to slip…and she would not allow it to happen. She needed the contact, needed the connection to another. Not just any other, but HIM. Regardless of the consequences, she was linked to him, and she would not allow that link to be severed. She had tried to explain it away to him as an exercise in human interest, but she knew she was unsuccessful. She had needed their night together to cement the connection…to solidify the link.

She would never be with anyone else for as long as Trip lived…and whether he knew it yet or not, he was bound to her in the same way. Their connection was complete.

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All this she knew, and it was because of this that she also knew that he was alive and nearby. She could not communicate with him, but she felt his presence so vividly, almost within her. It was this presence that aided her in resisting the Reptilians’ attempts to break her.

It was also that which fueled the fire within her for action. Vulcans suppress their emotions because they are so volatile, so violent. It was this violence that she was fueling now. For somewhere nearby was Commander Tucker, no doubt enduring the same treatment as she. And she would not allow them to harm him…to harm…

My mate, she thought for the first time.

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Some time later, the Reptilian came to her again.

“It’s too bad, really. We were hoping to use you as an example to other worlds, after sending you back to your people. Our quarrel is with the humans” he almost spat as he said the words. After looking at the data pad in his hand, he continued “Mammals are so disgusting. The very idea of this turns my stomach”

“To what are you referring” T’pol asked.

“We were going to spare your life…to return you to your people. Our goal is the elimination of humanity, and you are clearly not human.”

“What has changed?” she asked, her voice quiet and firm, as a Vulcan should be.

“You have been contaminated by one of them…a disgusting display of mammalian reproductive nature. As such, both IT and you must also die” he said.

“I do not know what you are talking about” T’pol told him, her voice starting to quiver.

His next words echoed in her mind for all time.

“You are pregnant”….

THE END.

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The series continues with What Do You Mean Contaminated?, Random Contamination, and Decontaminated.

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A whole mess of folks have made comments

You're mean. What is your attachment to the words "THE END"? You could have such fun with this. Good job anyway. I like the diea of a connection between them, and I always enjoy speculation on T'Pol's true motive, since we all know she was lying. Thanks!

Phaser Lady was right... you are mean. You can't just leave it there... I need a sequal here! Why do you do this to us??? Are you trying to drive me nuts here? I think you are... ::sigh:: this is just wrong. You do great work and then you leave us hanging!!! Oh well, this was an excellent story and I love it even with the The End so soon when there's so much more you could do with this. We can't always get what we want now can we? :(

The End?!?!!?? What?!?!? You can't just do that! it's too mean. It's too evil Are you trying to kill us or something? It's a great little piece, but come on. The end?! Just brutual!

No!! No!! No!!! This cannot be the end! It's a beginning. A good one at that. You are sooo cruel!!!! Please keep this story up. We still have a long ways to go 'til Damage.

I agree with Phaser Lady, you love "THE END". Lol. I seriously feel like time HAS ended each time you end your fics. *Runs off to mope*

This not the end.
it can't be.
please write a contuneu story.
I agree with Alora do you want to kill us??
but good story.
T'Pol pregnant I Can't beliefe it.

OK, you don't just drop that kind of news on a girl, and then write 'THE END'. Women get extremely emotional when they find out they are pregnant. Do you know what happens when a Vulcan gets emotional? She's gonna kick some serious Xindi ass. "EEK, I'm pregnant. *ninja move on stupid Xindi reptile* How can this be? Oh, right, I shagged Trip senseless, many times, in many different positions. Well, that's logical. *deep breath* *sound of reptilian neck snapping* I'm having Trip's baby! *tears of joy* Gotta find my mate."

Must agree with PK...we need the serious Xindi @$$-whooping that must accompany this story...how can I sit here knowing that T'Pol is being threatened with execution and OMT is being tortured somewhere.

Nope...sorry, the sequel must follow swiftly (actually, you've got a little while to do it...why, oh, why did they have to be so cruel as to put a six week gap in between AP and Damage? Nasty people.)

Anyhow, sequel sil vous plait.

no... No... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
This HAS got to be a joke, right??!!

PLEASE!!!!
More???

Sam

Okay, there's another story in this line...told from Trip's point of view. It's not a sequel, as it takes place during the same time period....but it does shed more light.

If it weren't for the pregnancy thing, I might continue this.

The End? What are doing... please write more...

Absolutely BRILLO PADS! Loved it to bits. The way the story builds is wonderfully accomplished and that little line at the end has such impact. I cannot wait to read the sequel, well done and many thanks - Ali D :~)

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