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Homecoming - Ch 5Homecoming By Ragua Date: June 8, 2004 Summary: Tucker family reunion causes less trouble for T’Pol than one would expect. It does stress Trip out, though. No nookie for that boy.
Where we love is home,
Kiss and Make Up As Mrs. Tucker had predicted, Charles was very pleased to see her the following morning. The first words from his mouth were an apology for his behavior the previous day. “I think I’m getting a little tetchy being cooped up in here,” he admitted ruefully. “I didn’t mean to take it out on you.” He raised his eyes to hers appealingly. “It is to be expected,” T’Pol accepted his apology graciously. “However, the doctor tells me that your recuperation has progressed to the point that you will be able to accompany your parents when they disembark at Jupiter Station tomorrow. You will be able to continue your rehabilitation at their home.” “Yeah, Phlox has been schooling my dad on all the medical gadgets they’re going to need,” Trip grinned affectionately. “I think Dad’s more excited about getting some new toys to play with than having me at home!” Having spent considerable time with Mr. Tucker in the last week, T’Pol decided that this was probably an accurate assessment—at least now that Mr. Tucker knew that his son was well on his way to recovery. “How about you?” Charles asked her tentatively. “What are your plans now?” “I will, of course, be obligated to report to the Vulcan Consulate,” T’Pol admitted slowly. “My reception there will determine my subsequent course of action.” She frowned at the thought of what that reception might be. “I wish I could be there with ya. To..you know...to back you up, if ya needed,” Charles volunteered. “Maybe you could put it off until...” His voice trailed off as he gazed at her pensive face, unsure how she would react to his offer of support. Once again, T’Pol was moved by his sincerity, his unswerving loyalty. However, his proposal was most certainly not practical. “While your presence would be...appreciated, I suspect that it would be problematic as well.” When his face fell in disappointment, she attempted to explain further. “You are not the most...diplomatic of humans, particularly when faced with Vulcans with whom you disagree.” He sighed, acknowledging the truth of her statement. “Yeah, Soval sure hates my ass.” “Ambassador Soval,” T’Pol corrected him archly, “is Vulcan. As such, he hates neither your ‘ass’ nor any other part of your anatomy, Commander.” Charles grinned sheepishly at the scolding. T’Pol continued. “It is likely that I will face some type of censure from my colleagues. It is only logical,” she added, as he scowled at the thought of those who might condemn her. “You would most likely feel obligated to defend my actions. Your attempts to do so might further...alienate my detractors.” “I’d do you more harm than good,” he realized, discouraged. “It is a very distinct possibility,” she agreed, relieved that he accepted her logic in a rational fashion. “Will you keep me posted, then? On how it’s going for you?” “Of course, Commander.” “And...when you get everything settled...will you come out to my folks’ place for a visit?” He issued the invitation haltingly, obviously worried that she might refuse. When she didn’t respond right away, he stampeded into the opening left by her silence, apparently in the hopes of throwing as many obstacles into the path of potential rejection as possible. “My mom and dad would love to have you,” he rushed to assure her. “You’d have your own room...with a window, you know, in case the house is too smelly with all the humans. And my folks know you’re a vegetarian, so food wouldn’t be a problem. But if you don’t like the cooking, we could—” “Of course I will visit, Charles,” she interrupted. He sat openmouthed for a few seconds, surprised at her sudden acceptance. Abruptly, he released a great woof! of air and grinned, relieved that she had agreed and delighted at her use of his name. T’Pol opened her mouth to inform him that, in fact, his mother had already issued an invitation, but then she thought better of it. According to Mrs. Tucker, there were many instances where “What the men don’t know won’t hurt them.” Perhaps this was one of those situations? Suddenly she looked down. Charles had snared her hand and was industriously twining his fingers around hers. She lifted her gaze to his, raising an eyebrow. He grinned mischievously, looking extremely pleased with himself. Yes, T’Pol decided. This was definitely one of those situations. She squeezed his hand in return. Score! Trip crowed to himself as he continued to caress her hand. This was definitely more like it. Finis (for now) If you liked this story, there is a sequel, Court and Spark Have a comment to make about this story? Do so in the Trip Fan Fiction forum at the HoTBBS! A whole mess of folks have made commentsjust love this whole series of stories! especially love T'Pol and Mrs. Tucker bonding. *sniff* oh my the apology from Mrs. Tucker! wow! super job. just super. "Score" for a hand hold?! Trip's so easy to please. :-) Imagine if he scored a kiss! Please, oh please write the next part? T'Pol's censure, Soval's reaction, and of course her visit to Trip's family's home! if u dont write a sequal, im gunna hurt u Beautiful and excellent! Ahem, I mean, ahem, is there a little sequel possible???? Beautiful and excellent! Ahem, I mean, ahem, is there a little sequel possible???? You can't stop here! I want to see what happens when Trip goes home and how T'Pol gets on with all those stuffy Vulcans and how Trip reacts when she gets to his parents house and they compare notes. Really enjoying the picture you are painting, keep up the good work. Ali D :~) I will hunt you down and force you to write a sequal if you don't do it anytime soon!!!!!!!!!! Geez, people, I'm flattered, but what's with all the threats? You're scaring me! :-o A sequel is planned, but it's the last week of school, and my students are insane—I mean, even more so than usual. I will need at least a week of down time before I can begin the next installment. Of course, bribes involving alcoholic beverages might encourage me to start sooner! ;-) Ragua, I offer you this special bottle of "Archer's" so that you can make some "sex on the beach"...when somebody donates the Vodka etc. May it be an inspiration to your exhausted little (I am in no way maligning you're intelligence...just kissing up a bit!) mind. Here's yur Vodka :) I don't know what the "etc." of "Vodka etc." is, but I'll bring it if it keeps you writing! I want to see much, much more of Trip's parents -- you've created two wonderfully quirky people here -- and the way they interact with T'Pol is a delight. I'm treating "FINIS (for now)" as a promise! Okay... no more threats... I can imagine how crazy your students are. I was just as crazy! Maybe worse... poor teachers... I don't know how they dealt with me. Here's all the beer you'll ever want given to you with the help of my parent's who also happen to like this story! See... you have fans now! lol "Sex on the Beach" (numbers indicate whatever measurements you wish to use...generally shots) 1 of Vodka (never let a tipsy sister make it, she'll end up doubling the alcohol and halving the juice!) Oh, my word, this was the funniest story I've read in a long time. I laughed out loud, and I think part of the reason is because I have relatives like that. My grandmother bears a strong resemblance to Mrs. Tucker (Southern women being alike and all). Great job! ~Rogue I really enjoy Tuckers mother! She really is a southerner... That was a lovely story. I enjoy these character-oriented pieces very much, and yours was exceptionally good. Humorous, sweet, insightful, and came with a good end on top of it. I truly enjoyed reading it, and I really feel as if I knew Trip's parents now. Ragua, where are youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu??? 1. school is over I hate to tell you this, Vaux, but tomorrow is the first day of school! I do have plans to write the third part of the set, but it's been fighting me. Then there was that other little bit of fanfic that took me most of the summer. Hey, I'm tired, okay!? ;-) Don't worry. I'll get my ass in gear sooner or later. R. Awesome, awesome, awesome. Again, I've read this nth number of times, and I'm only now reviewing. *sigh* Silly me. Wonderful stuff, and I really loved the hand holding. Quite hilarious! :) |