Decontaminated

Decontaminated

By Pepper Bradford

Rating: PG
Genre: Action, Romance
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Paramount
Summary: Takes place about 8 months after “Zero Hour”
Author’s Note: Companion Piece to Contaminated, What do you mean, Contaminated? & Random Contamination.

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“This is YOUR FAULT” T’Pol screamed at Commander Tucker, with murder in her voice.

She had endured much in her time on Enterprise. Most recently, capture by the Xindi, destroying their weapon, that strange period after their return to Earth, and both losing and finding Captain Archer…again. But nothing compared to this.

The pain. The humiliation. The loss of emotional control. And it was all HIS fault!

“Calm yourself, Subcommander” said the ever merry Doctor Phlox, beaming down on her with a smile.

“Now…one last time…push!”

Moments later, the blood curdling scream of a Vulcan in labor, accompanied by the shriek of a Chief Engineer getting his hand crushed, was replaced by the equally loud cry of a newborn, the pitiful wail of someone who had just been evicted from warmth and security into a new world.

“Congratulations to the both of you…it’s a girl” announced Phlox, who’s face increased in beaming by a magnitude of 10.

“A girl. Did you hear that, darlin’? A girl!” Trip said.

For her part, T’Pol simply broke down into tears. Her emotional control had been worn down by her addiction to Trillium-D, and it had now been shattered by 8 hours of labor. She was too tired to care about Vulcan appearance. Besides, the only other people in the room were Trip and Phlox. Dr. Phlox was bound by oath not to say anything. And Trip…

I will be killing him later anyway.

She was surprised at how homicidal one’s thoughts turned during labor.

Another cry reminded her that in fact, there were three other people in the room. Her daughter. Their daughter.

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Her relationship with Commander Tucker had been on a collision course for months, and things seemed to snowball after Enterprise was returned to Earth by the Aquatics. During their transit, the loss of Captain Archer had pulled them together even more.

The weeks ahead, dealing with the alien influence on the timeline, finding the Captain, and finally returning to Earth for a much overdue “Mission Accomplished”, had made them inseparable.

In some ways, life was returning to normal. Enterprise was in space-dock, undergoing massive repairs. Their new mission was their old mission again, space exploration.

But in other ways, things were changing in drastic ways. She had joined Starfleet, with the belated and grudging blessing of Ambassador Soval. Earth itself was still healing. The Andorians and Xindi were becoming fast friends of Earth.

And through it all, she had felt her body change as this strange creature grew within her. No one knew for sure what a Human/Vulcan hybrid would be, and the ramifications that such a union was possible had sent shockwaves all the way back to Vulcan, changing forever certain beliefs and traditions there.

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“I’m so proud of you, T’Pol” Trip said, minutes later as Phlox mended his broken hand.

T’Pol was holding their child, still crying. She felt it possible that she might never stop crying, and was certain that she did not understand the reason for the tears. It was just not logical.

“The Captain and crew send their best wishes” Phlox said. “Incidentally, Chef would like to thank you for delivering when you did. Apparently he won the pool, and will be enjoying quite a bounty”

”I’m glad I could oblige…please tell him that he owes me an entire pecan pie” T’Pol said.

Both the Doctor and Commander Tucker stopped and stared at her for a moment.

“T’Pol, did you just make a joke?” asked an incredulous Commander Tucker.

“Apparently, things are changing” she stated flatly.

Trip, newly bandaged, crossed the room to sit on the edge of the bed, his good hand laid gently over the head of their daughter.

“Speakin’ of change…” he trailed off.

C’mon you wuss, just say it.

“Would you do me the honor of marrying me?” he finally said.

Her eyebrow went up in that maddingly Vulcan way. And she did not answer.

Is she just punishing me, or is she really having t’ thing about it?

T’Pol looked at her daughter, asleep in her arms, then at Phlox, who’s face was almost splitting in two from smiling.

Finally, after the longest minute of Trip’s life, she looked him in the eyes.

“I - ”

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Eh…that’s all for now. Gotta get some work done. -Pepper

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I think T'Pol's are not the only homicidal thoughts right now and my labor was 12 years ago and really didn't happen cuz it was a c-section but i can join t'pol, no the other fans in our plan to kill you if you don't post more ASAP!!!!

Tracy-TheRagingCube ;-)

If she kills Trip she has to raise their daughter alone... logic T'Pol! Use your logic... I know that's what stopped my mother from making that mistake! :D Now don't take to long dammit because I wanna know T'Pol's answer!!!!!!!!!

Aww c'mon. :)

Such a tease! Write more soon!

What do you mean "I-". Oh, that was just cruel!:)I loved her comments too herself during the delivery. Great addition ... when's the next posting :)

Don't we already know the answer if you've read "Random Contamination"?

I; what up with the I. Please no teasing you're the second one I have read today... I await the second part...good so far....

Argh please post more soon

What?!! You gotta be kidding me - I NEED to hear the rest of this story. There is going to be a "rest of the story" right? Right? :)

Other than that incredibly mean -- no, make that sadistic -- ending, this was a great story . . . loved it, especially the description of the mingled screams and T'Pol's absolute certainty that Trip was going to die! Can't wait for the next part!

do u REALLY want to be the meanest author here at "Trip/T'Polers"????? hmmmm???? if not- CONTINUE!!!

Brilliant! But that was mean ending without T'Pol giving her response... Tut, tut, tut, and we have been SO good to you. Can't wait for T'Pol's response, hope it is quicker than the time it takes poor Trip's hand to heal. Ali D :~)

Speaking of homicidal thoughts, what kinda place is that to end it? Pepper, please forget about work and give us the rest of the story. Thanks!

Too cute. Loved T'Pol's homicidal thoughts. Good to know labor does that to all women, no matter their race.

So glad to see another story. Loved T'Pol in labor-lol.

And the ending. Grrrrrrrr. ::walks away muttering about fanfic writers who think they're funny::

good story. I loved it.
but what with the I will be killing him later anyway. ??????

please whrite the next chapter soon.
and let us not wait so long like what you did with this story. Please...

You tosser,you wanker.I had'ent expected that ending.The beginging gained my attention and moved me in a forward motion though-out the story;All characters were true to form as well as interesting.But bugger (fuck) me I sat here thinking;"Well,where's the rest of the story?".As an author you have a way of leaving youre readers wanting more.Once again I need to express that you are a right larrikin (mischievous person) and I havent called anyone that in some time.If at all possible,more please.Hoo-roo.

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Hellooooooooooooooooooo? Where´s the rest to the "I..."?????

Is there any chance for a new chapter?!

Um, okay, not cool! Where's the rest, huh? Yeah, that's right, you update that story! (*snicker* "all your fault...") :)

Arg! Write more soon soon I tel ya or I might just go and (fill in the blank)