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Mom and Dad and Self Sealing Stem Bolts - Ch 5Mom and Dad and Self Sealing Stem Bolts By THECURSOR Rating: PG-13 Chapter Five
I love you Charley.” When he heard the soft sound of Nerul’s voice whispering in his ear Charles Tucker IV knew instantly that it was a dream, especially since he remembered that Nerul never called him Charley. He would always say ‘My Princess’ and she would simply respond ‘My favorite subject.’ but for some reason his brain wanted him to fantasize about what his name would sound like if she ever said it to him. How the syllables would fall from her lips like a pleasant summer rain. He inhaled the faux night air around him and let his skin soak in the imaginary moonlight. He was in a garden on Altas 5, which he recognized as the place he first told Nerul he cared for her. Of course things seemed to be going much better this time around since Nerul was alone and not being escorted by that awful Prince Kottello. Not to mention that he was in a tuxedo this time and not the mud splattered uniform he’d been wearing in real life. . in spite of the historical inaccuracies, Charley had to say that this was a great dream. He chuckled when Nerul moved her mouth from his ear to the nape of his neck and kept whispering sweet nothings that made his heart nearly stop. “I wish this could last forever.” He whispered back to her. In real life that had been her line but now he was the one who never wanted to stop. “I wish it could too,” She said back to him as she stroked her hands across his chest, “But it can’t.” “Why?” “Because you have to wake up.”
The perpetually surly rumble of Lieutenant Commander Sinclair slowly filtered into his consciousness and Charley began to wonder if perhaps murder would really be considered wrong in this particular circumstance. “Aye, aye sir.” He muttered venomously, which earned him yet another cold stare from the beefy Sinclair. “Watch your mouth, Tucker.” The Jailer said through clenched white teeth, “Cause unlike everybody else around here I don’t give a fuck who yer Daddy is!” There would have been further argument over the matter but Sinclair was forced to retreat into the hallway when Charley’s visitor strolled into view. Tucker’s heart just sank. “Lord Vetar what a…wonderful….“ He was so depressed he couldn’t even lie about it properly. Unlike Vetar who had no intention of lying about how angry he was. “I have come,” He said as he drew up an observation chair and settled into it before resuming his hard glare through the Brig glass, “to prove to certain infuriating people that I am not without mercy.” The young ensign didn’t need three guess to figure out who that certain person was, only his father could possibly drive someone this crazy. “Your parent has demanded your release on the grounds that you have committed no ‘criminal acts’ against my family and your superior has conceded this fact.” The monarch spit the words out like it was a crime that nobody considered this boy a criminal. Charley suddenly felt very glad for the partition between them. “So I’m being released?” “Do not consider yourself to be totally free of worry, rapist!” Vetar screamed, “I still have a civil complaint filed against you tomorrow morning!” Charley rose to his feet, matching Vetar glare for icy glare. The young ensign surprised even himself when his voice fell into a grating whisper. “I am not a rapist, YOUR HIGHNESS.” He emphasized the other man’s titles in such a way that it sounded like he’d just called him worthless jackass. “May I please ask why you’re here?” Vetar never took his eyes off Charley, sizing the boy’s mettle right up until he started talking. “To provide you with a compromise.” He said, “I am willing to drop my civil complaint in exchange for a verbal agreement.” The younger Tucker flashed a look of pure suspicion. “What kind of agreement?” “That you swear, here and now, to never see my daughter ever again.” For a split second he almost said yes. He was tired and hungry and in need of a shower. Part of him wanted this to be over and to go back to the way things had been before, a nice quiet life hauling luggage until he passed the helmsmen exam. “Go fuck yourself, your highness.” T’Pol’s eyebrow rose and then fell as she regarded her daughter, Elizabeth, who stood before her dressed in a skirt too short for public and too much make up for a girl her age. “I assume you are not going to leave this house as I have expressly forbid you from leaving.” Lizzie scowled at her mother, deeply suppressing the curses of frustration that her plans have once again been foiled by ‘Psychic Vulcan of Walnut Avenue.’ How in the hell did she even…it wasn’t important! What was important was that she could expect another three weeks of couch time and no holovision. Turning with head hung low, Lizzie began her long journey up the stairs to her room. “Please stay.” Elizabeth didn’t quite know what to think when she saw her mother motion to the seat on the couch beside her. Almost as carefully as she had snuck out of her room, she cautiously made way over to the furthest possible seat on the couch from T’Pol. It was only when she sat down that she noticed the unusual looking book in her mother’s lap. “What’s that?” She didn’t point at it, just motioned with her jaw in a way meant to make her seem nonchalant. “My Dovfet.” “That is correct.” T’Pol said simply before re-immersing into the old gray tome. Another thirty seconds of silence passed. “So what’s it about?” T’Pol did not bother to look up from her reading this time, instead holding a finger on each she word as she read it in case she lost her place. “Each Vulcan mother keeps a record of their children’s life which is presented to that child on the day of their wedding.” She turned a page and continued, “All major events are recorded and no detail is over looked. It is a way of further organizing a Vulcan’s life for the path of Surak.” Lizzie nodded and put her feet up on the coffee table in front of them. “Cool.” Another thirty seconds of silence. “So what part are you reading about now?” “I am currently reading about the time my mother and I discussed my consistent absences from school and how it troubled her to see my lack of responsibility. It seemed she was afraid that I was traveling the wrong path at that time.” T’Pol set the book aside to look at her daughter with very worried eyes, “I am considering writing a similar section for your Dovfet.” Lizzie sighed. “You shouldn’t worry about me, I’m fine.” More silence. T’Pol spoke again, not willing to let the subject die. “Then convince me.” And for the first time in a very long time, T’Pol and her daughter talked, REALLY talked, about things that bothered both of them.
That was all Trip could muster as he saw his wife’s face in his room’s personal comm system. It had been several days since he last saw her and knowing T’Pol she was probably still really mad at him. But he had to see her. Just talk to her for a few minutes about something…anything. He was only slightly relieved to see the same look of need in her own eyes. “Charles.” She said breathlessly and Trip’s heart almost stopped with desire for his wife. It was really testament to his level of commitment for T’Pol that she could provoke this kind of school boy reaction out of him after all these years. That or he was hopelessly whipped, both explanations worked. “I trust you have had time to think about your…indiscretion?” That brought him back to reality. “Oh fer chrissake, I tried to spare your feelings not cheat on you.” He rolled his eyes as he spoke, determined to win this time. “I am a Vulcan, I have no feelings.” “Three kids say different, babe.” “You lied.” “BY OMISSION!” “There is little difference.” He watched in the monitor as her head titled ever so slightly and a single eyebrow rose towards her forehead. “Are you getting emotional?” “I’m a guy, T’Pol, I don’t get emotion-“Trip stopped himself before he even began down that road of questioning. He certainly didn’t need to get tangled in that conversation again. Because there were just some topics she always beat him on and emotional control was without fail one of those topics. Holding out his hands in a sort of undiminished shrug-slash-begging gesture, Trip tried to make his voice sound as utterly plaintive as possible. “Look, what do you want me to say?” “An apology.” Part of his brain, the thinking side of reason and strategy, insisted that if he apologized she’d win and he’d be her utter slave for the rest of this marriage. He naturally disregarded this advice since he also knew that he was already this woman’s slave and not apologizing to her would only make things worse. T’Pol could theoretically go seven years without sex, Trip knew he couldn’t wait that long. “I apologize.” No sooner had he said that, deep within his scrotum Trip could swear he felt his testicles shrink into the size of two green peas. T’Pol seemed oddly gracious about his admission of guilt and silently accepted it with only a slight bow of her head. Then with only a beat of silence, the subject was dropped and they moved on to other pressing matters. Things they needed to talk about. “How is Charles?” Trip sighed, leaning back in his chair as the memories of the past few days washed over him. “He’s good, I guess-- got 'me to let him out that damned cell a his.” “That is good news I trust?” T’Pol paused for a moment and he could tell she was bracing herself in a way for the rest of the conversation. “Then there is also bad news I assume as well?” “The girl’s father is…” “Protective?” Trip shook his head slightly but was glad for her insight nonetheless. “I’d say more like vindictive. There’s no reasoning with him.” “Fathers can be like that.” Trip laughed as his wife’s comment suddenly reminded him of her own father’s reaction to their engagement years ago. “I’ll say! Remember yours?” T’Pol’s eyes glazed over with wistful memory and her body seemed to relax into the chair for just a moment as her brain searched the years for the time they were both thinking of. “As I recall, he refused to let us sleep in the same house on the night you came to ask them for their blessing.” “Yeah! I had to hunker down on yer porch for two days.” Another laugh, “And I nearly had a heart attack when that monster you call a childhood pet curled up next to me on that first night!” “Kovir was merely trying to stay warm.” “He was a three hundred pound Lematya, T’Pol; I think he wanted a little southern cuisine.” T’Pol merely flashed him a look of displeasure that only made him laugh harder than ever. It was a running joke; at least it was to Trip, that if it had not been for Kovir’s well timed introduction they might have never received her family’s blessing to marry. T’Pol’s mother had witnessed Trip’s extreme discomfort with the large beast and decided to- A thought tugged at her brain and T’Pol found herself thinking of an option her husband may not yet have considered, an option that had only recently proven it worked well.. “Her mother.” Trip laughter slowed and he wiped the tears from his eyes as he responded. “How’s that?” “Perhaps you should try talking to the girl’s mother, she may be more receptive.” He started to shake his head no but slowly stopped. She had a pretty good point. In fact, she had a VERY good point. “T’Pol you’re beautiful!” he exclaimed as he quickly pressed the sign off button and ended the transmission. Perhaps he should have stayed connected just a little longer he would have seen the ghost of a smile that played across her face. “You are welcome, my mate.”
Trip stood across from Travis in his temporary office with his arms folded and a sour expression playing across his face. “That’s the four times you’ve said that.” “And it’s the fourth time I mean it.” Travis said firmly, “After how you treated talking to Vetar there is NO WAY I’m gonna let you talk to this girl’s mother-“ “It’s for my boy.” Trip said softly and Mayweather suddenly found himself out of excuses. Reaching for the nearest PADD he could find, he brought up the diplomatic contact listing and pushed it over to Trip’s side of the desk with a heavy sigh. Then, without even looking at him, Mayweather said something that made Trip’s blood turn to ice. “Fine, but if you talk to her the same way you talked to her ex-husband, you are gonna single handedly destroy what little diplomatic relations we have left with the Kriosians.” A creeping fear set up camp in Trip’s stomach and he took the PADD from Travis with shaking fingers. “K-Kriosian?” He whispered, “As in from the planet Krios Prime?” Travis shrugged blankly, “I guess so, you know them better me.” the Admiral paused a moment and reconsider his previous statement very carefully as new memories started flowing in from the back of his brain, “Hey! Wasn’t that woman you resc-“ “YES!” Certain tugging familiarities that Trip had felt when he met Vetar had started bouncing around in his head like rubber balls and he began kicking himself that he hadn’t realized where it had come from before. Tan skin, pale silky clothing, crappy attitude. Another shrug and Trip began to wonder if his old friend had some kind of nervous tick he didn’t know about. “It’s a big universe Trip, I’m sure it’s someone totally different.” Nonetheless, Trip had to dare himself to look at the name of this girl’s mother, hoping against hope that Krios had a humongous royal family and this girl was in no way related to… He read the name. No such luck. “T’Pol’s gonna kill me.”
Have a comment to make about this story? Do so in the Trip Fan Fiction forum at the HoTBBS! Seven people have made commentsHa! Trip's gotta talk to the princess??? Oh this I gotta see! T'Pol IS gonna kill him!!!! I don't know if I could handle along wait here... this is really funny! Poor Trip... will he ever escape from his annoying past???? And will the princess let his boy go for being just like his old man???? I can't wait to find out!!!! Hilarious. Just hilarious. Wonderfully entertaining and a joy to read. Can't wait for the next chapter. Also, I am curious to see how Princess K?????? is after all this time. Great stuff. I am loving this story!!! Please continue ASAP!!! --“I apologize.” No sooner had he said that, deep within his scrotum Trip could swear he felt his testicles shrink into the size of two green peas.-- LMAO! This chapter was great! And the Princess is back too! LOL! What is it with Tucker men and native Kriosian women? Great job, I'm looking forward to the next chapter! WHOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!! GREAT!!!!!!!!!! This is great! Man! Cursor, I think I love you! Number one fan here. You have such a mind. I mean, the princess! Talk about history repeating itself... Poor Trip, I just hope he develops a really good taste for humble pie because T'Pol is going to have him overdosing on it at this rate. Ali D :~) GOOOOOOOOOOOOO TTTTTTTTUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKEEEEEER! |