Love of the Gods

Love of the Gods

By THECURSOR

Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing.
Summary: Alone on a strange planet, Trip and T’Pol become playthings for a bored deity.
Setting: Season 1 Post-Strange New World
Slight Stargate SG-1 reference
Beta by boussh…fragrance by Calvin Kline.

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Part One

The shuttle pod roof cracked apart beneath the twin barrage of air pressure and atmospheric friction, leaving a large hole gaping above T’Pol’s head as she worked frantically to land the pod safely.

In the seat beside her was Trip, unconscious and bleeding with a jagged piece of shrapnel through his right thigh. The hull behind the wall next to him had come away and a sharp point of metal had impaled him to his seat. He had only been able to remain awake a short time before finally passing out from the pain, and T’Pol silently thanked Surak that he wouldn’t be awake during what might be their final moments in this universe.

She could feel the engines cutting out and saw the panel in front of her go dark as all of the reserve power automatically shifted to the inertial dampeners. Soon the helm controls became loose and unresponsive. T’Pol knew that there was nothing more she could do. Reaching under the front panel, she pulled out the power cords to prevent a short circuit in the comm systems and turned off anything that might cause the computer to shut down.

Then T’Pol closed her eyes and began to meditate as the ground rushed up to meet them through the pod’s front window. In that last moment before impact, she gave herself the luxury of a single, calming sentence.

“I am not afraid.” She whispered.

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The new, space faring Olympus was substantially similar to the old, earthbound Olympus. Just like its predecessor, the home of the ancient Greek Gods was a shining structure of bronze and marble. The outer hull itself gleamed in the ambient starlight of the space around it. The huge gleaming wings of the ship, which was fashioned in the shape of a giant eagle, seemed to change intensity as they flapped and created a kind of halo effect surrounding the entire ship.

Unlike the previous Olympus however, there was no entertainment. Part of the benefit of being on Earth had been the bonus of watching mortal populace live out their meager little existences. Now the ship’s mythical inhabitants have little to do except sit around their vessel’s thousands of windows, gazing at a nearly endless see of milk white stars.

“I’m bored.” Aphrodite declared for the two thousand, nine hundred, and fifty third time that millennium, “Bored, bored, BORED!” 2,954; 2,955, 2,956 respectively.

Athena simply rolled her eyes and returned to reading her new copy of ‘Young Goddess Monthly’. Of the literally hundreds of mythical beings that she could have been stuck with as a roommate, Pallas Athena had found herself trapped with the one woman she loathed more then any other in the whole of existence. “Why don’t you go have sex with something?” she muttered, “That always seems to cheer you up.”

“I’m not in the mood.”

A moment of silence passed between them and a rush of relief filled Athena as she once again tried to ignore the vain goddess of love by burying her nose in the fascinating article about how dangerously thin the Virgin Mary had looked at the premiere of the Passion of the Christ. Then, inevitably...

“Hey, let’s go find those Goa’uld guys, they were fun!”

Athena threw the magazine at her and listened for the sound of a periodical smashing into the back of Aphrodite’s blonde head.

“OW!”

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Despite her roommate’s dismissals, Aphrodite was more bored then she had ever been before and that was a very dangerous thing.

The last time she had been this bored, she’d taken part in a beauty contest that ended the civilization of Troy. The time previous to that one had caused her to give the people of Nemea a “cute little puddy cat” as a gift; of course she had never expected such a sweet natured creature to suddenly develop a taste for human flesh but at least that fine piece of man Herakles had managed to get a new coat out of that whole fiasco. But perhaps the all time worst case of boredom she’d ever suffered had led to her arranged marriage to Hephaestus. A mistake which had forced her into a relationship with a man she absolutely couldn’t bear to be around, let alone sleep with. None of these tragic incidents were ones she wanted to see repeated and Aphrodite was already searching for a new pastime to help her occupy the endless days.

Unlike more mundane mortal cruise liners, the observation deck of the Olympus was able to privately scan any sector of the universe within the ship’s magically augmented sensors so that a divinity could watch mortal species that struck their a interest as if their subjects were right in front of them. Now Aphrodite was using the device to do long range scans in a system previously believed to be uninhabited, just to see if maybe there was pretty animal she could maybe take as a pet.

She got so much more.

“Jackpot!” the Goddess of Love shouted with excitement as the sensors zoomed in on a small gray craft crashing into the atmosphere of a small, green world. The ship had lost its stabilizers and she could see through the front window that one or both of the pilots were incapacitated. “Maybe they’re Klingon!” she whispered with anticipation. The last Klingons she’d played with had killed each other in some of the most fascinating ways. Maybe these two had come to look for them.

Pressing a button to zoom in on the pair in the cockpit she received another pleasant surprise. The woman was a Vulcan, which wasn’t all that fantastic. Vulcans were boring and she’d probably just die in the crash since that would be the logical thing to do anyway. But the man… the man was human! As her day began to look up,
Aphrodite started jumping up and down with glorious expectation.

A human! A human man out here in the middle of nowhere! And he was quite an engaging little piece of mortal, with messy blonde hair and that cute little nose. Her breath came out in a light, contented sigh as she contemplated all the different ways she could use and abuse this wonderful man. Maybe he’d be even better in bed then Adonis had been or perhaps he could teach the wretched worm Ares a thing or two.

Yes, things were definitely getting better by the second.

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“JESUS CHRIST WOMAN!” Trip screamed in pain as T’Pol pulled the bandage tighter over his injured thigh, “ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?” She ignored him of course, preferring to concentrate on cleaning and treating his wounds before infection set in.

They had crashed in a swampy, deciduous forest at the base of a mist covered mountain and the environment seemed to make her traveling companion easy prey for the foreign bodies around them, and not just bacteria. The grassy hills and huge trees with their thick green canopies were teeming with bird and animal life as well, which made T’Pol doubt the wisdom of allowing the smell of fresh blood to hit the air. Living in the wilds of the Vulcan desert where a thousand different animals could kill you before you ever felt thirsty had taught her to always be wary of local wildlife.

Starfleet medical kits were all equipped with a substance called calcudine, a combination disinfectant/liquid bandage that could be sprayed on small, minor wounds to create a long lasting seal over the injury. It also had a bitter, medicine smell which was also perfect for repelling any animals that might be attracted to the scent of warm flesh. Unfortunately the stuff was also incredibly painful for the applicant. Normally T’Pol would have dissolved the solution in three fifths of water to numb some of the pain. However since they only had a limited amount of drinkable water in their supplies….

“AHHH!” Trip writhed in agony as the white, foamy calcudine took effect and formed a chalky paste over the second degree burns on his fingers. Suddenly he wasn’t sure what hurt more, the injury or T’Pol’s cure. “Are you even listening to me? You’re hurting me!”

“Commander Tucker, I am attempting to perform a complex first aid procedure,” She replied curtly, “I cannot guarantee the effectiveness of your treatment if you do not remain still.”

“And I can’t guarantee I won’t smack you if you keep on spraying me with chemicals!”

She chose not to respond to his threat, believing that the pain from his injuries had some how affected his emotional control. T’Pol did grant him some relief by wrapping a cold bandage around his hands to protect the calcudine from getting wet. She watched him slide off the small stump he’d been resting on and lay down on the ground in a broken heap beside her. It was a sudden reminder to T’Pol just how fragile humans were, even this particular human who took great pains to convince her he was nearly invincible.

There was a brief flash of sympathy within her before she repressed it beneath a wall of logical analysis. “Perhaps you should rest while I ascertain a more complete view of our situation.” She had tried to ask the question delicately but all it elicited from was a disgusted grunt, “Commander, this is not a request.”

That was the last straw for Trip and T’Pol watched as anger forced the injured engineer to his feet, or more accurately, his ‘foot’. Trip’s wounded leg was still too weak to support weight so he could only struggle to lift himself on to his uninjured left leg. He hopped comically as he steadied his wobbling form. “Where the hell do you get off talkin’ to me like that?” She noticed that he managed to keep his body upright for just enough time to look her in the eyes. The effect was largely lost on T’Pol, who regarded the sight with a raised eyebrow and a thin lipped frown. “I know you haven’t been around humans real long but I am really getting tired of that whole ‘superior Vulcan’ attitude of yours!”

“I am your superior officer, Mr. Tucker.”

“LIKE HELL YOU ARE!” He yelled so loud that he actually knocked himself over, collapsing onto the dirt like a sack of lumpy potatoes.

Trip tried to right himself again and return to his feet but T’Pol was too quick for him and in a matter of seconds she had reached down to pinch the two major nerves in his neck, which disrupted his brain function and caused him to lose consciousness. It was a traditional Vulcan medical technique that would come to be known among humans as the Vulcan Nerve Pinch.

He struggled for a moment, kicking his legs in a futile effort to escape her strong grip. Then his body went limp and he gave himself over to the rest T’Pol was sure he needed.

She watched him for a moment, allowing herself the illogical luxury of satisfying her curiosity for this oddly fascinating human. T’Pol wasn’t certain why she always seemed to be drawn to Commander Tucker. In the short time she’d been assigned to watch over the humans on board the Enterprise, she and Trip had been forced to work with each other on at least four separate occasions. The last time being the least pleasant.

Still, he had apologized for threatening to kill her in that cave.

Over the past few weeks she had started to see some very redeeming qualities in this strange group of humans, especially this one. Commander Charles Tucker was a highly decorated officer who served his planet bravely in the face of some very horrifying dangers. He was kind, warm, friendly (to everyone except T’Pol) and a highly valued member of Captain Archer’s crew. While she would never openly admit this to the Commander in person, T’Pol had come to believe that it was much harder to find a Vulcan officer with the same qualifications. In her opinion he was irreplaceable.

Setting his slumbering body against a nearby tree, T’Pol allowed Trip his rest while she ventured into the wilderness of the planet to get some idea of their surroundings. But she never saw the eyes that gazed at her through the tree line or heard the hungry growl of the beast watching them with a predatory gaze. If she had even lingered a moment longer by the crash site or looked up at the western ridge as she passed by then she would have gotten a glimpse of a huge shape, a giant form lurking just out of sight.

TBC

Part 2

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A whole mess of folks have made comments

Oh my god, you can not leave that there.....And they call me cruel for cutting it off at 20 pages. More please....This was wonderful...T.

Heh. Neat. Looking forward to more!

haha funny! write more soon!

Cursor I haven't read your work in a while and I see that its still great. Also TLR i know we complain about were you cut off, but we love you for it. Cursor this was wonderful, I can't wait for more.

This is a fantastic start! I hope you update soon..I really enjoy the early period in their relationship. Cheers!

Great so far! Please update soon

Ditto!!

Oops! Meant to say that this Aphrodite sounds like the sex maniac from "Hercules.:

Oh goodness, can hardly wait for more!!

I love the mythology connection... not to mention the SG-1 reference. Very funny. Can't wait to see what Trip's reaction will be when he finds out T'Pol thinks he's irreplaceable. Please tell me she's gonna find out that's true in more ways than one! (hint, hint... nudge, nudge... say no more!)

I loved this first installment. The goddess's are a riot! :)

This is definitely one interesting premise. I love that it's set early in the series too. :)

great work, excellent, you can't stop here, please continue soon..

More, please!!

Can't wait for the next installment ... I dig the "natural" conversation between them ... The "JChirst" line killed me ...

Season One fanfic! YEEEEEAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Continue, please. Soon.