And Baby Makes 4

And Baby Makes 4

By: TLR

Rated :R adult content
Disclaimer: Enterprise is the property of UPN and Paramount Pictures.
Summary: This story picks up about 10 months after my story, Honeymoon on Vulcan ended. Our favorite Tucker family is back aboard Enterprise adjusting to the rigors of space travel with a precocious almost two-year-old, making the best out of a rebuilt two room suite. As a surprise for the newlyweds, when they returned aboard, they found T'Pol's cabin had been enlarged into crewman Fuller's quarters, and the younger woman in turn moved to take Trip's old cabin. An inside door was installed between the two units and the standard bunk replaced with a full sized bed, the kind only captains are privy too. Now they had a bit more privacy; however, Lizzie was walking. Look out for the terrible twos.

July 5th 2005

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Part 1

"All right everyone, watch your monitors. I don't want any flair ups." A very animated Trip was bouncing about the engine room watching the dials of the warp reactor as he battled to get her sudden outburst under control. The dampers had frozen while passing through an ion storm at warp 4.5 and now they were flowing wide open, sending the ship racing out of control toward what appeared to be it's final destination....annihilation. As usual, T'Pol was faithfully working by his side, tending to gauges, and making adjustments per his orders trying with all her experience and superior knowledge of fusion reactions to help her husband save the ship from its fate. Trip came up beside her and allowed her a knowing glance, as if trying to say he was sorry for not being able to fix this. She shared their moment then the two of them went back to working furiously. As the young engineer was turning knobs and adjusting gauges, he felt a very interesting sensation starting about his neck. Suddenly he realized that T'Pol had stopped her work and was wrapped about his body, nibbling lazily behind his ear lobe.

"T'Pol, stop..... You trying to get us killed?" he exclaimed at her but oddly enough didn't think to push her away. She kept right on and he fought even more fiercely to get the work accomplished with this very clingy aroused woman.)

Trip awoke to his wife wrapped about him. His hands were shaking from the adrenaline rush of the dream, but noticed that the nibbling persisted. Suddenly he realized that the two had something in common. He was dreaming of an old scare and she was trying to get his mind off of it. He rested his hand upon her back as she attempted to get him interested in her proposal. He was exhausted, having already answered that call late into the night. Since he'd only slept about 6 hours in the last two days, Trip hated to have to stunt her desires, but knew he'd be no good in the early morning meeting, if they kept up like this.

"Honey....." he whispered into her ear and felt her pull him tighter in response.

"Honey..." He repeated not increasing his arousal of her which brought his indifferent opinion to her attention. T'Pol leaned up from her task and looked him directly in the eye.

"As much as I know this would be great fun, I really need some more sleep. Lizzie will be up soon and I'm just beat....You mind?" T'Pol simply blinked at him, not understanding why he couldn't feel her desire and want to handle it. More over, she felt his wanting her, but couldn't believe he would turn her advances down. Her lip protruded absently a bit, a trait that her daughter used often to win her wants from the blond haired parent. Trip knew that look and massive guilt entered his soul.

"I'm sorry darlin'....but I need to be up early for this meeting....and we were up late doing just that last night..... Maybe at lunch time we can get away.....but right now I need my sleep....." Trip hugged her close and ran a soothing hand along her back. He closed his eyes and tried to ease his own guilty feelings back into some form of rest before the morning came. He felt a warmth in his privates and knew his wife had other talents for getting her way.

"Hey....now....please I am really tired....okay... I promise we can get together later today....I will be all yours...." He kissed her hair and felt the pressure easing a bit at his request.

T'Pol lay there with his arms wrapped softly about her for another twenty minutes or so, then eased out from under his embrace. Trip startled and wondered why his wife was now leaving him alone in the bed. He looked at her half asleep, but was concerned she wasn't feeling well.

"Elizabeth is awake, I will tend to her." She stated plainly and his tasseled blond hair hit the pillow once more in search of another hour of rest. T'Pol left the room and entered the connecting chamber. There sleeping in her big girl bunk was Lizzie, her soft brown curls laying whimsically about her sheets. Her small metallic pillow had been tossed to the floor and her body laid caddy cornered about the bed. T'Pol eased down on the side of the bunk. She lifted the child's small frame and righted it, then slipped down beside her. Lizzie's natural sense told her, her mother was near and the child's little arms groped absently about until they latched around her shoulders, replacing her mother's chest for the long lost pillow. A soft smile curled up on the little girl's lips as she re-entered dreamland with the security of her parent there to guard her.

T'Pol, however didn't take solace in having her child so close. She was still smarting from her husband's refusal to handle her needs. The illogic of this act was lost to the Vulcan, who searched frantically for reasons that her mate would refuse her. She would stay like this, wrapped about her daughter until the early morning, when Trip came in to find her there.

"Bad dream?" He asked figuring T'Pol heeded a call from the child in the middle of the night. There was no answer, just a look that told the engineer, his wife hadn't forgotten their little difference of opinion a few hours ago. He left Lizzie's room, for the shower, and was just tending to his hair when he felt a hand snake about his abdomen. He looked around, soap bubbles dripping down his face. "Lizzie okay?" he asked again knowing full well she wasn't in the shower with him to speak of their daughter.

"She is sleeping." The answer came low and soft, telling Trip she hadn't given up her side of the argument. Her hand traveled downward, while another made its way across his chest. He chuckled admiring the woman's persistence, but knew full well there wasn't enough time for breakfast let alone another full round of sexual escapades. T'Pol was not one for a quickie and neither was Trip. He wondered how far she'd go to get her point across.

"Honey....We don't have time for that now.... I said we'd meet for lunch okay...I appreciate the offer, but ...." He covered her hands with his and brought them up to his lips. Trip kissed them gently then turned to pull her close to his body, taking in the view to sustain him until they could get together. This left a very frustrated wife resting her head upon his shoulder for comfort.

***

It was about 13:30hrs before a more than miffed T'Pol came looking for her husband right into engineering. Her attempts to contact him empathically kept meeting with "Not now honey.....I'm busy." And after about the fourth time she received that message, it was clear the young Vulcan needed to take matters into her own hands. She entered through the double bulkhead doors, climbing over to step through, and sealing the port afterward. The science officer's eyes searched the room through a thin squint, honing in her senses to discover just where her wayward lover was. There in the corner of the room beneath a console full of dials a lone pair of legs stuck out. Above those legs, stood a rather young, curvaceous blond crewman named Singleton, a new female recruit picked up in their last lay over at Jupiter station. T'Pol noticed the young woman admiring the rather unique way Trip's overalls accentuated his endowments and suddenly the chief engineer's mate saw red.

T'Pol marched across the room, stepping briskly up to the young woman and staring her down before everyone there. Singleton came directly to attention, a pink hue escaping from her cheeks as she realized she had one mad Vulcan shooting daggers at her.

"Dismissed" The Vulcan snapped quietly, but firmly and with that the human female fled across the room and into the relative safety of a conduit relay tunnel.

"Hey....Mindy....Hand me the A.V.O converter." A wayward hand reached out from under the console awaiting his request to be filled. T'Pol grabbed the item. She then shot everyone in the room a telling glare that restarted the work shift about their tasks. The Vulcan knelt down and handed it to him.

"Do you speak to all of your female crewman in that manner?" His mate asked, wondering if she should be in engineering more often. It was evident by the woman's reaction, she had little respect for the marriage bond her boss was part of and even less respect for the female in his life. The only respect she had was fear of being attacked by a clearly superior alien.

(Was that enough to keep the women around him from trying to influence him from her? Was he capable of remaining faithful to her in a bond, like a Vulcan male would. Or was this type of influence what caused him to refuse her earlier and has clearly made him forget about his promise to her of getting together for lunch?) Her mind was racing with doubts, all of which centered around her mate's integrity within their bond.

Trip eased out and saw his wife squatting down beside him. He felt her uneasiness and wondered how he'd get around this one. The last time she got jealous of another female, she ended up stinging her back with a nerve pinch, and that was before they even were together. What would she do now that they were married and found other women flirting with him?

"Hey honey..." Trip started on a somewhat upbeat note trying to hide the fact he knew she wasn't pleased.

"You call all your females by their first names?" she asked again very softly, not allowing for prying ears to get too much of the conversation.

"I call everyone by their first names.... that is unless there are too many of one name on, then I usually call them by their nicknames... Don't you?" He asked taking the converter from her.

"I call most all junior staff by their last names, thus eliminating the confusion of nicknames and such." She shot him a stern look.

"Well...You call Malcolm by his first name.... and Hoshi.....and Travis...They are junior officers to you." Trip was trying to play a mental game with her he knew he wouldn't win.

"They are senior staff and also close friends....Are you saying you are close friends with this crewman Singleton?" There it was. Trip knew he was in trouble now.

"No.....I hardly know the woman, but I work with her as I work with many other females and I don't like a regimented workplace, not in engineering. It makes the work better if you are all on the same level. Being on a first name basis helps that." Trip was trying to justify something he really didn't have to, but knew she would be like a dog with a bone.

"Are you aware, that the women stare at your body when you are not looking? Does that have something to do with this non regimented workplace as well?" T'Pol fired back at him, now even more annoyed that he'd forgotten about his promise to her.

"Look T'Pol....I can't stop women from staring.....That's just human nature, but it doesn't mean anything to me. I am your husband and that is all I will ever want. You know that... Our bond prevents me from ever wanting anyone else." Trip was trying to soothe her, but saw the anger building behind those large brown orbs.

"Vulcans are bound by the bond. There is no proof that Humans will share the same effect." Now her words were bordering on hysterical although she kept them low to almost a whisper.

"Believe me darlin’..... It works just as well on humans, maybe more so. You are all I think about....all I want....I don't notice anyone else....and I never will." Trip reached up to stroke her face, but she moved back from his touch in a slight but telling gesture.

"Then you are ready for our lunch?" She asked plainly knowing he hadn't intended on keeping his promise.

"Damn...what time is it?....I'm sorry honey. I got into this work and lost all track of time." Trip looked down at the console parts strewn about the floor. He knew he wasn't able to leave at this point, and it would be several hours before he had these pieces back into place and the diverter relays up and running again. He realized he was in for it, but had to let her down easy. Taking her hand in his he started.

"Ah Honey, I'm sorry.... I just can't leave this now...I know I promised you lunch, but maybe I can make it up to you at dinner. I'll ask Hoshi to take Lizzie for the evening and we can make a night of it....Just us two. I promise you'll have my full attention.....No excuses." Trip hoped this trade would appear better than the hour or so they would have had, had he remembered their lunch date. She stared at him blankly, the lower lip protruding more than this morning then suddenly stood up and away from him, dropping his hand without another thought.

"I will go check on Elizabeth." she stated flatly, then turned and left the room. Trip could tell the door to their bond was slammed hard and his mind ached from the quick severing of the connection. He thought about trying to go after her, but knew with her mind this set, his words would have little effect. Frustrated he shook his head and lay back on the deck plates sliding beneath the console and back to his chores. A very frightened crewman Singleton returned a few moments later, and Trip thought it best that she be reassigned to a project as far away from him as possible. It wouldn't do for the young woman to fall prey to another one of the Vulcan's searing nerve pinches.

Meanwhile, T'Pol marched her way agitated toward Sickbay. As she walked through the doors, she noticed a rather rambunctious Elizabeth running about the room, being chased by a tired, but understanding Doctor Phlox. The child spotted her mother and ran right up to her.

"Momma..." She gleefully exclaimed and jumped into her waiting arms. The little girl hugged her mother fiercely then moved away to see why she felt so much discourse through their bond. The parent was tense, and her child tensed in response, not knowing what was happening to make her mother so uneasy. T'Pol stepped across the room to a solid rocking chair and sat down, moving Lizzie to sit straddle her legs. The little one held close to her mom, resting her head on the shoulder of her uniform. She sucked on her thumb, a habit that neither parent could get her to break, when ever she was stressed. T'Pol began rocking her in a steady cadence, which didn't appear to be soothing at all. A very tired Phlox came up and addressed the young woman.

"You get off shift early?" The doctor asked wiping the last of a stringy concoction out of his hair. Lizzie had gotten hold of one of his zoo experiments and managed to get half of it on him and the other half on herself.

"No." T'Pol answered shortly, looking straight ahead and not stopping or slowing in her pace.

"Lunch break?" The good doctor attempted again, clearly seeing the need for this woman to talk about what was troubling her.

"Yes...." Again she kept it brief.

"T'Pol...you know if you'd like to talk, I'm always...." Phlox was stopped short by a telling glare the young woman shot him.

"Well then...I will be over here if you need me." He handed the little girl, her now clean fuzzy bunny and retreated to the far end of the room. From that position, he ran a few scans of the environmental surroundings, although not as in-depth as a focused scan, it still could provide some interesting data on why the young woman's emotions were so clearly showing now.

Lizzie clung to her bunny as the fierceness of the rocking did little to ease her feelings about what she was sensing. She sucked on her thumb harder, and looked out across the room at the doorway waiting to see her father come through to feel okay again. He didn't come and when T'Pol left, a very scared little girl, climbed up into the Denobulan's lap and stayed for the better part of an hour before falling to sleep green eyed and sniffling.

***
"T'Pol....You here?" Trip got back to their quarters a little before the end of shift. He wanted to grab a quick shower and change so he could be presentable for his wife when she returned. He knew he had time, since T'Pol would normally circle round and pick up Lizzie from sickbay before returning home. He hurried himself, stripping down and jumping beneath the warm waters. To his surprise, a pair of hot hands wrapped around him in a very forceful manner. "Gees... you scared me..." The young man jumped at the suddenness of the attack.

"You were expecting someone else?" T'Pol asked, devouring his body with her eyes, not really paying attention to the person beneath the musculature.

"No....I just thought you'd be picking up Elizabeth right about now...I wanted to get all nice and clean for ya." Trip noted her indifference to his thoughts. He saw the hungry look in her eyes and wondered how she would go about explaining these were his needs she was feeling.

"Elizabeth is in sickbay....." She said absently running her hands up and down his torso.

"So Phlox said he'd keep her a while?" Trip asked getting into this little seduction scene.

"I didn't ask." T'Pol murmured, again not really caring about the subject.

"You mean you just left her there?" Now Trip was getting a bit concerned about this little vendetta she had for him. He eased away from her body and looked into her eyes, stopping her explorations. "T'Pol I know I was wrong to forget about our lunch, but Elizabeth is our child.... You can't just leave her with Phlox. I know you're feeling a need to be with me, but you really have to get a grip on it."

T'Pol straightened..." I have simply been responding to your desire for me. That is what a good bond mate does." She eased back towards his body and was surprised to see him step away again.

"Okay.....fine...but if I were desiring you that much, don't you think I'd know it. T'Pol it isn't horrible for you to admit you want to be with me....There is nothing wrong with it. I'm sure Vulcans have needs just like Humans, and you don't know about it because they go to great links to hide it. I mean, I'm sure your parents didn't go seven years between...." He stopped short of saying it, for fear of getting a mental picture. "But having these desires is one thing, forgetting to get our daughter from daycare is something else." Trip hurried up his washing and rinsed just as quickly. He exited the shower, leaving a very quiet and bewildered Vulcan standing there beneath the hot water. Drying and dressing, Trip headed for sickbay to pick up a very subdued little brown haired girl. Her face lit up when she saw her father coming through the door. The Human could tell she'd been crying and held her tightly against the fierceness of her own little grip.

***

Trip finished getting Lizzie to sleep. She had been very clingy after being left and he wondered just what went on that made her so fearful. He felt better knowing she'd fell asleep in his arms, more relaxed than when he picked her up. He moved back into the main room of their quarters, watching as T'Pol sat at her desk, avoiding him. He knew his words seemed harsh, but it was unlike her to put anything above her child, and this caused Trip to respond a bit more than he wanted too. He eased over and ran a hand along the length of her shoulders.

"She's finally sleeping.....Anything happen today when you saw her?" Trip asked looking over her shoulder at the elegant Vulcan script on the computer. He was learning to speak and understand a few words here and there but the overlapping of the lettering still confused him. At best he could make out the heading.....{ship manifest}. He noted the lack of answer to his question and decided to try another ice breaker.

"Pretty dry reading.... Why don't you come to bed." That, he thought would get her out of this mood, but instead she didn't move.

"I must complete this for the morning." Her posture was straight, her head not turning to look at him.

"Well than go back to working on it when we are done. I am in need of my mate, can't you sense that?" He asked pushing all the arousing thoughts he had for his wife to the front of his attention.

"I sense nothing in you right now....I must get this completed for the captain by early morning." She pushed a few more buttons and the screen went through a myriad of changes. It was clear to Trip that he was getting the cold shoulder for his forgetfulness this afternoon, or maybe for his harsh words to her. Either way he wasn't gonna let this turn into another Kir'Shara event. He leaned down and began planting kisses along her neck, knowing full well that would usually light up their bond like a Christmas tree, but she had their connection so tightly closed off, there was little he could sense in her.

"Come on T'Pol.....I want you darlin’....Please forgive me for this afternoon and come with me now to our bed." His words were endearing, but had little effect on his wife, for reasons he couldn't begin to imagine.

***

23:30PM. Trip strolled into sickbay, his head pounding from the frustrating evening he'd been experiencing. T'Pol still caught up in the manifest, had managed to fend off all of his advances, and when the young engineer couldn't take the brush off any longer, he excused himself to get something for his headache. Even that, he thought would bring on a sympathetic response from the Vulcan inside who believed in getting their bodies to create their own medicines. But no....She sat there, not even responding to his departure and Trip walked out stomping just as briskly as she had earlier.

Phlox was over in the corner, tending to his Rigillian wombats. He saw the young man enter and knew the moment he viewed his face that the disturbance, that was affecting T'Pol earlier, was now getting to the young human.

"Commander Tucker......What brings you here so late. I hope everything is all right with Elizabeth and Commander T'Pol." The Denobulan smiled as he walked up to the man.

"They are okay....but I gotta really bad headache." Trip squinted his eyes at the brightness of the scanning light as it passed over his face.

"It would appear that you have a tension headache, Commander......Something troubling you that you'd like to talk about?" Phlox reviewed his data and noticed a discrepancy in the usual readings of the young man's neuro pathways. He played with a few more dials and began to compare them with scans he took earlier. With a quick hypospray, he saw the pressures decrease.

"Nah...T'Pol's just a bit miffed at me for something I forgot about and she's being the usually efficient science officer.... She's editing the ship's manifest....Most probably through the night. It's due first thing tomorrow." He flashed him a telling smirk that let the doctor know he wasn't too happy about things.

"Oh....you mean she is changing it again?" He asked, pulling up the same ship's manifest that T'Pol had turned into the doctor just this morning. He showed the English version to Trip and that only seemed to get the human more frustrated and tense.

"Figures...." Trip said circling around and brushing his hand through his mangled mop. "She is the most stubborn....." He started and realized almost immediately by the look on the good doctor's face, that this probably wasn't the time or place for this little outburst.

"Perhaps, it's not what you think Commander." Phlox came up beside the young man and encouraged him to sit down on the stool next to the biobed.

"What do you mean?" Trip asked, now wanting an explanation for his wife's strange actions.

"Well.....How has T'Pol been acting lately...Some what moody.....A bit irrational perhaps?" Phlox was fishing and saw the light of recognition in the young man's eyes.

"Yeah... a bit, but she's under a lot of pressure....Her career, raising a child on a star ship.....It would be a lot on anyone." Trip was still frustrated by his situation, but also was very defensive of his bond mate.

"She was in here earlier......Holding Elizabeth. Her visit with the child seemed to upset your daughter greatly, and yet they didn't speak, not once. Is there a reason for that?" Phlox leaned down over the bed to look him directly in the eye.

"They communicate empathically, but I don't think T'Pol would let anything upset Lizzie purposely. She was probably feeling her mother's anger toward my forgetting our lunch date and couldn't understand it." Trip felt guilty knowing that he was partly responsible for the emotional upset his daughter had been through.

"Yes but Commander.....Is being angry about missing a lunch date logical....I mean for a Vulcan." Phlox was trying to get the engineer to see there was something else going on here.

"No...it's not...What are you trying to tell me doctor?" Trip leaned into the bed as well.

***

Trip returned to their cabin about 20 minutes later to find a very stationary T'Pol still hard at work on her console. He walked over to the bed and sat down. Remembering his talk with the doctor, he decided to check his stash of medication before attempting this little venture. Trip waited to see that T'Pol was too engrossed in her work to notice, then eased open the bedside table drawer, where he kept a hypo spray and numerous vials of sedative. This was the plan they came up with after reviewing the data on the padd the elder T'Pol had given them. Now it seemed, the time may be at hand and he didn't want to go against his promise to her to carryout those plans to the letter. Assured he had what he needed, Trip eased the drawer closed before trying to talk with his wife about her symptoms.

"You bout finished with that?" he asked relaxing his own nervous fears.

"Hardly, it is due by morning. I will have to work on it through the night to finish it." T'Pol murmured as she continued to press buttons and watch the changes occurring on the screen.

"Oh, so you found some errors in the final copy you gave to Phlox this morning, did you?....I'm glad I told him you were changing it. He was starting to do his work based on your flawed data. He is waiting for your updated version to begin his work again. Too bad though...Since he doesn't sleep like we do, he had hoped to use tonight to get his reports done, but now he will have to wait." Trip continued with his conversation, knowing full well she was caught in her own deception. He rolled his eyes and looked to the cabin ceiling to avoid the obvious stares he was about to get.

"My data was not flawed.... I am simply rechecking it for errors. I am endeavoring to be efficient." T'Pol looked around at him.

"Either way he can't work on his stuff until you say the data is accurate." He added with a bemused shoulder shrug. His mate simply shot him a darted look then turned around to face her screen once more.

"T'Pol.... why don't we talk about what's really going on?....I mean I think you know what is happening..." Trip was cryptic, trying not to assign anything to his comment and allow her to run with it.

"I don't understand what you mean....I am merely..." T'Pol wheeled around and found him now irritatingly close to her. Trip had come up behind the chair with his statement and was ready to take on this rather stubborn hellion. She leaned back over her screen as he drew closer to within a few inches of her face.

"To what are you referring to?" She tried to keep her voice even but the uneasiness showed through in the cracks and shakes of her tonal quality. The Vulcan swallowed hard as he drew even closer. His scent invaded her mind and she was hit with an unnatural yearning to be with him. Moving from the chair to across the room, her mate followed her pushing the young woman against the bulkhead and pinning her there by the mere closeness of his body. He looked her directly into the eyes, sparking yet another round of desires that were far past the limits she was used to.

"I'm referring to your Pon Farr." Trip decided to get it out there and see what reaction it brought out in her.

"My.....that is impossible... I am too young for that." She stated and tried to push past him. Trip simply planted his right hand impeding her move, and leaned in to brush against her chest with his. This sparked yet another wave of arousal that was taking control of her mind.

"You're almost 69yrs old....You said it usually started around 70 but for some it starts earlier... Phlox seems to think the readings he took on you today confirms that things are changing.... He ran some scans on me tonight and said the same thing... Our Neuro pathways are hyper stimulated....Isn't that what the other T'Pol wrote about in her journals....How we'd know it was starting....?" Trip leaned his face close to hers as if to steal a kiss. He could feel her arousal now, even with the tight grip she had on their bond. It was making him giddy and he wanted only to be with her now.

"Phlox's data is inaccurate.... Clearly my ability to resist your needs is evidence of that." T'Pol pulled a lateral move and got out from beneath his presence. She was heading for the other side of the room when her mate's hand caught her arm and spun her around.

"Kiss me then....If this isn't your Pon Farr than you should be able to kiss me and it not make you go crazy for me." Trip pulled her into his body again.

"I have work to finish." She stated and tried to pull away.

"It'll only take a moment....Just kiss me." Trip again pulled her close and his nearness was driving her rational mind insane. She held fast to her resistance.

"Look T'Pol....It was in the journal how you feared this....feared hurting me. But it was also written how the earlier we dealt with it, the easier it was on both of us. Let's just take care of things..... Get 'em started so they won't be so intense." He smiled down at her a bit nervous, but now more aroused than ever.

"I said....I am too young for my Pon Farr to be occurring....I don't care what data Dr. Phlox feels he has...." She looked him directly in the eye defiantly. "Then fine...prove it...Kiss me....Just one kiss...." Trip was baiting a trap he knew would get her hooked.

T'Pol steeled herself for his touch, continuing to stare him down at his accusations. Building her defenses, she leaned in to plant a very gentle kiss upon her mate's lips. However at their touch, Trip pulled her in tightly wrapping both arms about her and added so much heat to their contact, she began to slip from the tightness of her mind's control. This brought forth a panic in her, that her overwhelming desire would come out and harm her human mate. T'Pol was like a trapped animal, her own passions warring with what was left of her rational mind. The grip her lover had on her made it impossible for her to fight back and yet she knew if she didn't do something and quick, her mate could be seriously harmed or even killed by the intensity she was feeling. Instinctively, T'Pol eased her right hand about him and placed it on the proper points on his shoulder. With a bit of pressure, the kiss was broken and a very painful look appeared on her beloved's face as he shrunk to the floor. T'Pol captured his body in her arms and eased it down gently to avoid further injury. She checked on his vital signs then left their quarters for a more public place to recompose her mind's feeble grasp on reality.

***

The lights on the bridge dimmed indicating the start of the night shift. The room was sparsely manned, having only a minimum of crewman keeping the necessary stations running. T'Pol sat at her science station trying to look as if she was hard at work on yet another project. Really her mind was racing and the words on the screen before her became a blur to what she was remembering occurred in her cabin just 40 minutes ago. She tried to hone in on their bond, but her controls were so shaky that every time she did, her desires threatened to over take her. She reinstated them instantly, pushing the remaining bits of rational thought to the forefront of her mind.

The doors to the turbo lift opened and a very nervous Dr. Phlox stepped out. He stood with one hand holding them open and motioned in the science officer's direction.

"T'Pol.....may I have a moment of your time.....I'd like to show you something in sickbay." The rest of the crew wondered why the doctor was being so mysterious, and further more why a very shy chief engineer was huddled in the corner of the lift, just out of sight of his wife. The science officer was uneasy, and knew that all eyes were on her now. To refuse the doctor would look suspicious but she also knew he had to right the have her forced there for her attack upon Trip.

"I am busy with this doctor....can it wait?" she attempted, realizing this only was drawing attention to her. Meanwhile, the crew on the far side of the room saw a very tired Commander Tucker rubbing fiercely at his shoulder, clearly in pain.

"No it can't I'm afraid...it will only take a moment....please..." The good doctor motioned for her to join him and without any other recourse she stood and made her way quietly toward the lift. Upon entering, she saw Trip standing behind the doctor as the doors closed. He kept his distance and T'Pol could feel his distrust of her. She turned to face forward, standing just behind the Denobulan, who was closest to the control panel.

"What do you have to show me in sickbay, doctor?" T'Pol asked instinctively knowing she wasn't going there to be talked with.

"We are not going to sickbay... You are returning to your cabin with your husband. I will take Elizabeth to stay with me in sickbay while you both are in quarantine."

(Quarantine) The thought brought panic into the young woman's mind. How would she keep her husband safe from her building desires, if they were to be quarantined together. She searched left then right looking for away to escape the lift, but Phlox's body blocked the control panel completely. Settling her nerves, she reached up to apply the same nerve pinch to the doctor, so she could stop the lift and flee. Before she could, there was a hiss of a hypospray and a blurring of her vision then the Vulcan slumped to the floor. Phlox looked behind him and saw Trip kneeling on the floor, holding his wife's unconscious body in his arms.

"How'd you know she'd try to knock me out like she did you?" He asked checking her pulse and respiratory status.

"Because, she'd be like a trapped animal, desperate to get away from her captors." Trip looked down into her face. Even unconscious he could feel her unrest and knew this shot wouldn't hold her for long.

Trip carried her to their cabin, then helped Phlox pack up the items he'd need to take Lizzie for a week. He kissed her sleeping face and watched a soft smile cross her lips. As the good doctor carried the child out the door, he reminded the human just how important it was to keep the sedatives handy, especially the first few days. In preparation, Phlox had brought a tray of fresh vegetables and fruits to the room, and a box of nutrition vials that contained a few ounces of liquid in each. "Make sure she gets at least 4 of those a day....Even if she eats, she will need more calories than usual. I will have fresh items left outside your quarters daily.... You remember the combination to the locking mechanism?" Phlox felt a bit uneasy knowing that the two of them would be locked in, hampering any attempts at trying to rescue the human if she wasn't able to control herself.

"I remember....and thanks.....Don't worry, I'll take care of everything. You just look after our little girl." Trip kissed her face again, now more for her mother. Phlox just smiled and nodded as the door slid closed and he tapped the final locking mechanism.

Trip turned to see his wife still shifting uneasily on their bed. He grabbed another hypospray, one with a weaker preparation and gave her a short shot in the neck. She eased and became still and relaxed the muscles that hadn't eased with the first dose. Then he prepared for the task at hand. Trip removed his mate's uniform, placing her in her silken robe before positioning her across the bed. He lay down knowing there was a little time for rest before the real work started and hoped it would be enough for the aching in his shoulder to stop. He pulled her into his arms and felt the instinctive motion as she curled her body to his. This relaxed his fears a bit and Trip dozed off into a light slumber, knowing it was to be a very interesting few days ahead........

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Its Timeeeeeeeeee!!
Oh boy,, This sure is gona be a good one, It sre started off wonderful just like all your others. :) Cant wait till Friday.

Yippie! Another story in the series! :-)

Oh, btw...you are EVIL to stop there!!

About time. Lol. This was another great start to a series. I bet I'll love it as much as Little Lizzie and Honeymoon on Vulcan. Can't wait for next Friday

You should know me by now. I stop at 20 pages give or take, if at all possible. The good part about that is that you get more parts that way. Anyway school is driving me nuts which only makes my writing edgier, so get ready for a wild ride. The really juicy stuff is yet to come....no pun intended...lol.....T

Ah finally the new story. Great start, looking forward to read more.

"very interesting few days ahead" Thats for sure. Looking forward to the next chapter.

YAY pon Farr! Oh, I have been loving this series from the start. can't wait for the next part!

i loved this fic can't wait to read more of it

I have a feeling Trip is going to have a very interesting and possibly aggressive awakening. A crazy Vulcan female is one thing, a crazy Vulcan female in the grip of Pon Farr another... Come on Trip, you can do it! Ali D :~)

i loved it cant wait for the next chapter

Oh boy! I've been waiting for your take on Pon Farr! I love how you have her so paranoid about hurting him that she ends up hurting him... Can't wait to read what comes next!

You are killing meeeeeee!!!!

Great fic, I cant believe I have to wait till Friday for the next installment.

you are so great TLR you must keep writing fanfic they are very good

you are so great TLR you must keep writing fanfic they are very good

woo cant wait till the next part! keep writing!