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Love of the Gods - Part 4
Love of the Gods
T’Pol felt like she was submerged in water. Sounds were muted and for a moment T’Pol couldn’t even be sure if what was being spoken to her was real or imagined. All of her senses were dulled to the point of nonexistence. Eventually she began to perceive a voice, the cool sounds of another sentient being attempting to give her some kind of instruction.
The sound of the voice was soft and comforting, like an old friend she hadn’t talked to in years. “T’Pol? You can open your eyes now.” The voice whispered in her ear and suddenly T’Pol felt oddly safe. Soon consciousness slowly returned to her brain as she parted her eyelids to put a face to those soothing tones.
It was a woman, but not just any woman. It was an extremely beautiful woman with long brown hair wrapped tightly in a round bun at the top her perfectly shaped head. Everything about her seemed perfect, from her athletic figure to her pale gray-blue eyes. Even the small freckles that covered the upper part of her nose were perfectly round and beautifully shaped. T’Pol was not prone to admire the aesthetics of other females but even she was charmed by the sheer perfection of the smiling woman standing over her.
She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. T’Pol felt her jaw slid open and shut as to mimic talking but the vital aspect of communication, verbalization, wasn’t there. But her lips didn’t stop until the woman held her finger to them and let out a long ‘shh’.
“Don’t talk, you need your rest.” The woman reached over to pull some kind of soft blanket over her body as if to demonstrate to T’Pol just how much she needed her sleep, “You got a heck of a whammy put on you and I think some naturally induced sleep might replace the energy she drained away.”
It was a surprisingly welcome thought to the Vulcan and T’Pol did not hesitate to turn on her side and fall back to sleep, wondering who had been the ‘she’ the woman was referring too.
“So…uh, you sleep okay?”
T’Pol didn’t answer him; in fact she didn’t even turn around to look at Trip. She had been ignoring him all morning and he was starting to get worried. This wasn’t like her. Actually, nothing about the way she had been acting was really in character for the T’Pol he knew. But this kind of scared him.
“Look if you’ll just listen to me for a minute…”
The Vulcan whirled around and screamed at him with tears at the edge of her eyes. “Why so you can hurl some more abuse at me? Maybe pretend I’m some kind of soulless alien monster so you can feel better about yourself?” The sound of her voice felt like a knife in his heart, a painful twisting sensation and Trip had a sudden feeling of humiliation spread over him. He sighed as she turned away from him to continue her tirade. “Just…just save it.”
“T’Pol, please don’t-“Trip was going to finish with ‘walk away’ but T’Pol was gone before he could get the words out. He could only watch her stomp off into the woods, leaving him there to contemplate just how wrong he’d been.
He slapped his hand against his forehead painfully, as if trying to smack some sense into himself. T’Pol’s recent behavior, albeit weird and not very Vulcan, had been nothing but friendly and nurturing. How was he to know why she was acting like this? Maybe there was some kind of tradition that Vulcans use when stranded in this kind of situation. Maybe she’d decided to act more human to make him feel more comfortable. He suddenly realized how little he knew about Vulcans and the thought made him feel even guiltier. Trip had just accused some one he barely know of acting out of character, when he had no clue what her true character really was.
He had acted like a bigot.
In that moment, Trip felt like he had to do something. Grabbing a strong tree branch to use as a crutch, the injured engineer rose carefully from the ground for the first time in days. He ignored the pins and needles feeling in his legs as the blood rushed into them. When his appendages were awake enough to hold his weight, he began to follow the trail his shipmate’s angry footsteps had left in the underbrush.
When T’Pol awoke again, it was to the soft sound of liquid being poured from a large container into a small one. Behind that noise was a soft din of voices, more then one person laughing and discussing. Then there was unmistakable click of metal on stone followed by a series of loud curses from a feminine voice. Her eyes opened and she peered around the room with blurred vision.
It looked almost like the lounge at a spa, the kind of decadent marble environment she had only seen in brochures for Risa. Brass fixtures and a row of intricately designed roman style couches that stretched across the room. The ceiling was domed and also marble with carvings strange creatures and great deeds all along the crown molded edges. The floor was a mosaic tile, perfectly made, with huge pools of warm water. Clouds of steam filled the surrounding air and created a heavy humidity.
People filled the room, hundreds of people all as beautiful as the woman that woken her earlier. All of the men were thin and wiry with toned bodies or broad shouldered and bulky with huge muscles like coiled snakes. The women had amazing figures with just the right amount of fat to be healthy but a small enough waistline to make most normal females suddenly feel inadequate. There was no model, no movie star, no sexual figure ever born on any planet that could compare to the absolutely teeth grinding perfection embodied in this strange race of people. Their bodies seemed designed for display and the linen and silk robes they wore revealed just the right amount of skin to leave an impression. Some who had recently been bathing didn’t even bother with clothing at all; they just strolled across the floor with little more then a smile on their well formed chins. It was quite a sight.
As she looked more carefully at the bath house crowd, she saw that some of them were slightly less then human. Women with bronze skin and impossibly gold hair stood next to horned beast men whose hairy legs started out thick and muscled but tapered off into cloven hooves. Further examination revealed more oddly shaped beast people with in the crowd of the beautiful with so many different pieces and parts from so many different creatures that T’Pol’s own limited knowledge of zoology was strained beyond its capability. A thing with the upper body of a human man and the lower body of a horse was lustfully chasing the cooing form of a woman who seemed to have skin like soft bark and hair made from flowers and leaves. Sitting in a bath tub, a woman with brown and white eagle’s wings entertained the advances of a fat, bearded man who seemed to have the ears and tail of a pig. There was even a large, burly looking creature with one eye who seemed to be romantically infatuated with a younger blonde man, who himself was more interested in gazing at his own reflection in his hand mirror.
T’Pol could only devote part of her attention to the scene because as soon as she sat up, her head started to swim and her eyes rolled back into her head. Her normally strong constitution had been strained to its absolute breaking point. She stood up briefly though, just to prove that she still could.
“You shouldn’t strain yourself, T’Pol.”
T’Pol met the eyes of the same woman she’d seen hours before, this time the woman was sitting casually in one of the ornate couches, casually sipping from a fruity drink. “If you hurt yourself it wouldn’t solve either of our problems.”
The Vulcan managed to maintain eye contact as she dropped on to the couch next to her mysterious host with a weary plop. “Who are you? Why have you kidnapped me?”
“I was not attempting to be humorous.”
“And that’s why it’s so funny.” She placed her drink on a small table next to her couch and extended her hand out to T’Pol, flashing another one of her warm smiles. “My name is Athena.”
“I am Sub-Commander T’Pol of the Vulcan High Command and if I am your hostage, I can assure you that my government will take measures to retrieve me.” That only earned her more laughing from the strange woman.
“You aren’t a hostage, you’re a guest.”
“Then I assume I am free to come and go as I choose?”
Standing from her chair, T’Pol began to move briskly towards the door. She made it only a few steps before the woozy feeling in her head returned and her suffering legs seemed to cry out in agony. Slowly, T’Pol once again lowered herself onto a nearby seat. Through her pounding head came the realization that she was in no shape to go anywhere. Either by design or accident, she was forced to listen to whatever this Athena person had to say.
“Changed your mind?” Athena laughed again as T’Pol’s limp figure returned to a sitting position. The Vulcan’s sharp glare only caused more laughter. “Really, T’Pol you should learn to relax more often, that whole “no emotions” thing has got your species wound so tightly.”
“What is this place?” The unceasing pounding on her skull forced her voice into a soft whisper so T’Pol’s response was nearly inaudible beneath the din of the partygoers around them.
Athena was still smiling and it took all of the Vulcan’s mental control not to simply reach over and smack the grin off her face. It was so hard to stay focus in this place, the air was just so thick and sweet smelling. She felt so warm and tired, like being wrapped in a gigantic blanket.
“You’re starting to recover from the sleeping spell I released you from; you should be feeling a little stronger.” And she did, as soon as she sat down T’Pol could feel her strength returning slowly. “Feeling better?”
“I demand to know why you have abducted me.”
“Excuse me my dear but I think you have this backwards, I RESCUED you from being abducted.” Athena’s finger pointed at her mortal charge with a certain controlled disdain, “I think you need to stop running your mouth and start listening to what I have to say.”
No matter how insufferable T’Pol found this being the woman’s logic was flawless. If she was going to find out what was going on, it would require a bit more patience. Reluctantly, she leaned all the way back in the deck chair and allowed the soothing vapors of the room around her to ease the tension in her forehead.
“I am listening…”
Short, I know, it’s silly to wait that long for so little but I’ve been busy…for a semester and a half! I will finish this one I promise!
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Seven people have made comments
Nice chapter, but isn't this the next part of Love of The Gods not Mother-in-Law?
Whoops! Sorry every body, We'll get this fixed up right away.
Glad to see this continued! Very interested in seeing what Athena has to say...and Trip just can't get any breaks, can he?
Great stuff! Now I have to go back and read the previous chapters so I remember everything that's been going on! (Poor Trip!) ;)
Good, but short. I'm not sure T'Pol would identify herself as being "of the Vulcan High Command", though. Was she ever actually a part if the High Command? Somehow, I thought she was Ministry of Security and then Diplomatic Corps.
wicked story hope u hurry in writin lol thnxs!