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Away Mission

A | Author - TLR | Genre - Angst | Genre - Romance | Main Story | Rating - PG-13
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Away Mission

By: TLR

Rated: PG13 mild adult language/content
Summary: This story takes up where my story, “A Day in the Life” ends. It has been almost 6 months since the lovebirds moved in with one another and things are working out well. Aboard the Enterprise, their cohabitation isn’t raising any eyebrows either. Trip even investigated the possibility of Kun-ut so’lik (ritual marriage proposal), but knew he had to do a bit of talking to convince T’Pau the new head of the High Counsel to allow the ceremony. Starfleet took a different view. If the Vulcans would allow the marriage, then so would Earth. However to make it official they would have to sit through both ceremonies. For now Trip & T’Pol were content to just relax into their relationship amongst friends.
Disclaimer: Enterprise is the property of Paramount Productions and UPN
March 1st 2005

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It was late in the evening. T’Pol was at her station doing second watch while Trip busied himself in the gym. Since their relationship blossomed, he realized that if he was to survive their intimate relations, he was going to have to stay in tip top shape. Especially when it came to Pon’Farr. T’Pol was still too young to experience her first mating cycle. Usually Vulcan females are around 70 years of age when they begin, but according to the literature T’Pol provided him, there were a few that would experience them as early as their sixties.

The information in the Vulcan data base, as well as the studies from Phlox, helped Trip to understand better what went on. He still felt a bit uneasy about the madness that takes over at this time. Trip had seen T’Pol in a less than controlled state before, after her time aboard the Seleya. Saw how she tried to kill anyone who touched her, fighting the effects of the trelium. He wondered if the madness during Pon’Farr was anything like that.

The only encouragement he did take away with him was that there had been other Human/Vulcan couples and there were no reports of causalities. He took a towel from the console of the treadmill he was running on and wiped his face. His breath was fast, his head was buzzing and his heart was as always on the bridge with her. In through the door of the gym walked Malcolm.

“Fancy meeting you here Commander....” Malcolm afforded his friend a sly smile. Trip had confided a bit of his worries to Reed, since he had in fact been one of the only ones to see T’Pol in the troughs of a Pon’Farr like state before.

“Getting in shape for the big day?” the Englishmen loved ribbing his friend about his situation.

“Just blowing off a little steam.” Trip returned, wiping his brow again.

“Really... I thought that was what the Commander was for.” Reed stepped up on a near by machine and input his personal workout codes into it.

“Hey now... remember she can hear everything you say...” Malcolm returned a knowing glance and began jogging at a brisk rate.

“Seriously.... things okay between you two?”

“Ye..ap... never better...... It was a good thing we talked out our problems... Now we’re solid... It’s not like anything I have ever known. She completes me in ways I couldn’t imagine.” Trip lowered the rate of his machine a bit.

“It also looks like she is wearing you out.” Malcolm noticed the worn look on his friend’s face.

“Yeah well... I'm not complaining any.” Trip chuckled slightly and wiped his face again.

“Any progress on that marriage thing?” Malcolm increased his speed by another 2 miles/hr.

“None and I have sent four messages in the last month alone..... I’m starting to think they are avoiding me.”

“Well I never knew a Vulcan to make a snap decision... They have to first investigate the logic in it.”
Again the Lieutenant increased his machine another notch.

“I know..... but you’d think they’d see the reasoning in the fact that we’re already bonded..... That can’t be broken..... Where is the logic in denying our making it legal......” Trip leaned heavy on the side bars and continued to keep up a lighten pace.

“Well all you can do is wait.... Meanwhile no one on Enterprise minds.... In fact the rumor mill thinks its’ great....... Hoshi says that she hasn’t heard this much good gossip in years....” Malcolm turned his face to look at Trip’s reaction.

“Is it true she knocked you down atop the warp reactor on nightshift and ....”

“No......! Not exactly...... I slipped and she merely wanted to help me up...” Trip defended her vehemently.

“And what do you mean by wanted to help you up....” the Lieutenant returned a Cheshire grin which brought about a defeated chuckle from the young engineer.

“Malcolm.... again Vulcan..... every word you say....” Trip lowered his machine to a medium walk.

“Right..... “ a long pause. “You haven’t gotten to........ I mean she hasn’t .....” Reed couldn’t help his curiosity knowing how wild T’Pol got during her time with Phlox in decon.

“What is your fascination with my love life........ Malcolm... get one of your own...” Trip returned noticeably a bit tense.

(I will be off in thirty minutes. Meet you in our cabin.) A voice came into the young man’s head

(Can’t wait.... Love ya.....) He returned and slowed the machine to a stop. Straightening, he once more wiped his face and shoulders before dismounting.

“Gotta go.....” Trip turned for the door. “Hey how bout lunch tomorrow around noon.”

“Sounds great.... Tell the misses I said hello....” He thought a moment then continued. “On second thought.... better not.” Malcolm turned back to his workout and was just now starting to feel his breathing.

***** Trip entered T’Pol’s (their) cabin and quickly got into the shower. His workout had gotten rid of a lot of tension, but he knew that the real workout was yet to come. He also noticed T’Pol’s increasing aggressiveness during their lovemaking. Although always a powerfully sensual woman, she was now growing a bit more animalistic, not that he was complaining. But more recently, their time to sit and just cuddle, seemed to always turn into heated passionate sex. Again nothing wrong with that, but he wondered if that was signaling the beginning of something. He lathered up and began to wash his hair.

(eeemmmmm) came a warm feeling from deep in his mind. Trip knew she was enjoying the view even from the bridge.

(No fair..... you can see me, but I can’t see you,) he retorted at her knowing she had to remain poised and professional while on duty.

(Who said I am still on duty,) was the response and with it came a wave of arousal throughout Trip’s body. He shivered a bit against its’ pull on his senses. Suddenly a hand moved up along his leg, swiping slowly over his buttocks and snaking around his waist.

Trip turned to find his beloved, naked with him in the shower. Her eyes were glazed over as they usually were when she was experiencing such strong emotions. She moved her other hand up along his chest and about his head pulling his lips to hers. She hungrily kissed him bringing her body into a crushing closeness. He wrapped his arms about her and returned her caresses eagerly.

(You have been working out.... Nice.... ) Her mind reflected what her hands were feeling as they slipped down along his back and found a resting place on his bottom.

Trip’s mind was reeling... Never before had he seen T’Pol so open with her feelings. He didn’t know if he was the reason or if something else might be manifesting itself. At times when Trip questioned T’Pol on the matter, she would simply say she was too young... Then she would become more reserved for a while, thinking that her intimate gestures were offensive to me. He didn’t want to stop the behavior, just be aware of any changes that may be going on.

(Do you require some assistance Commander....?) T’Pol looked down along his trunk and held up a palm full of soap suds. Bringing her eyes to meet his she awaited the response.

(Why yes... Commander....thank you.....) Trip held up and open his arms to let T’Pol have her way.

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*********Captain Archer sat in his ready room feeling a bit like a glorified taxi driver. The seeds of Federation had been sown by their efforts to stop the robotic ship that they later found out was Romulan. Now Starfleet and a newly forming United Federation of Planets counsel was using him and Enterprise to bring sensitive delegates to planning conferences held in remote parts of the galaxy.

Already he had escorted the Tellerites to Babel and the Andorians to the Rigel peace talks. The disturbance the Orion’s cause with the crew was almost too much to handle. They brought along a good supply of green slave girls that had all the male crewmembers hormones going amuck. The only one seemed not to be effected by their presence was Commander Tucker. Surprise.... Surprise. They finally got them to the Bracken colonies for the trade talks, when Jon got a call from the High Counsel asking him to set course for the Corridan system. They were on their way there at warp 4 throughout the night and into part of this morning. Suddenly there was a shudder and the ship lurched out of warp.

“Archer to Ensign Mayweather.....What’s happening?” The captain leaned forward at his com and awaited the reply.

“Captain..... We’re dropping out of warp for some reason sir...... dropping down to ½ impulse.”

“All right....keep me informed.” Archer flipped off the com and flipped it back on again.
“Archer to Commander Tucker....... Tell me something Trip.....”

“Cap’n...... we are experiencing a little problem with our warp drive. I am going over the cylinders now... I’ll get back to ya when I know anything... Tucker out.”

Feeling a bit dismissed, the captain closed the notes he was reading and went onto the bridge. He surveyed the room to see that nothing else was amiss then sat down in the command chair. After a few more minutes he nervously hit the com button again.

“Trip..... got anything for me yet?”

“One minute Cap’n........ Damnnn!!! ......”

“Trip.........” Archer repeated to get the young man’s attention.

“Cap’n ..... if ya gotta minute..... you might want ta come down here.” He held a bit of frustration in his voice.

“On my way...” the captain turned off the com and rose to exit the room. “Malcolm you have the bridge.”

“Aye, Sir” Reed stepped down from his station and assume command posture.

******In Engineering there stood Trip hovering over his engines like an old mother hen. He tweaked a few dials, looked at the readouts and cursed at their findings. “Damn..”

T’Pol stood curiously beside him. Although not on duty, she must have reported here when she felt the ship go out of warp. She was quietly reviewing the data with Trip as Archer walked up to them.

“Report...” he stated assertively.

“Not good Cap’n...... Not good at all......” Trip’s words were cryptic and he never turned to face the senior officer. T’Pol stood erect with her hands folded behind her in rest position.

“You want to elaborate on that mister.” Archer’s frustration was showing.

“It’s looking like our Lithium crystals are cracked....... Fried even....I’ve never seen so much soot on one in my life.” Trip hurried around the pair and began pulling out compartment drawers trying to get a better view of the problem.

“Well that doesn’t seem to be much of a problem... Commander.... Just change them out.” Archer tried to suggest the reasonable answer to their problem.

“I would.... Cap’n if I had more to replace ‘em with....” Trip held up one of three crystals. It was dark with thick fishers that ran through it in multi directions. “Their shot...... Dammit...”

“We left space dock with only one set of crystals?” Archer asked a bit surprised.

“Cap’n it’s not like they run out. They are just a catalytic agent that the energy from the warp reactor passes through. But we normally carry 2 sets.... The cold start of the engines fried the others and these were our spares.”

“Why didn’t we pick up additional crystals on any of our stops.....” Again frustration was setting in.

“Cap’n..... Lithium of the quality needed for the reactor is difficult to find. Even earth has to import these types of crystals from Vulcan...”

“Indeed..... the shape and density of the crystal is crucial....” T’Pol added coming to her bond mate’s defense.

“Well if they are so hard to find...... What are we going to do now....... We are more then 4 yrs at impulse from Vulcan.” the captain paced the metal flooring and circled around again to face them.

“There is a possibility Captain...” T’Pol came to stand in front of him. “At our current position, there is a system that has been known to carry high Lithium readings in the initial scans. One Class M planet in this system is reported to be uninhabited... At full impulse we could arrive there within a day.”

“Sounds like a plan...” Archer moved to the com. “Archer to the bridge..”

“Reed here, Sir.”

“Malcolm.... Tell Travis to prepare to get underway, full impulse. T’Pol will send him the coordinates from engineering.”

“Aye, Sir” Reed shot a knowing look to Travis who started pressing buttons and turning knobs on his console.

“Coordinates coming in now..” the ensign called studying the numbers before him.

“Ahead full impulse.” Malcolm commanded sitting back deeper into the captain’s chair.

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*****Trip looked onward as they rest of the bridge crew busied about their jobs. T’Pol and Hoshi hurriedly studied the readings on their consoles. The planet a mixture of low lying green valleys and rocky peaked mountains looked warm and inviting. The initial readings on the planet indicated no inhabitants, save that of some lower level animals roaming about. No apparent danger was indicated, but after their first encounter with a harmless walk in the woods, the captain wasn’t taking any chances.

“Initial Scans report high concentration of Lithium Sir in several locations about the planet. Mostly in the various mountain regions.” T’Pol turned to look at the view screen.

“Any signs of life.... Any marker bowies.?” Archer looked to Hoshi who indicated there were none.

“All right.... let’s send just two teams down.” Archer looked over at his chief engineer. He could see his mouth watering.

“Trip.... you and T’Pol take one pod to the northern region.......... Malcolm... you and Lt Kelby take the southern region. Report back at 1 hour intervals.”

“Aye, Sir” the Brit stood and straightened his uniform before heading for the turbolift.

T’Pol moved from her station and stopped next to Trip who waited for her to proceed first. After she entered the lift, the other two men followed. Within 10 minutes both shuttlepods had left the docking bay and were speeding their way toward their respective destinations.

*****Trip was at the controls with T’Pol at monitoring and tactical. He was feeling a bit giddy about getting to go on the landing party, since engineers are hardly ever needed with first contacts.

“Can you believe this....” he started a grin forming on his lips. “You and me alone on warm green grass.”
He flashed her a mischievous smile.

“Lt’s Reed and Kelby are here as well.” She corrected him.

“Yah... half a planet away...” Trip flipped the booster control to ease in their approach.
“Even Vulcan’s don’t have that good a hearing.”

“We are here to get Lithium crystals for Enterprise.” her voice was steady and commanding.

“I know... but it doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun too.”

“Our mission comes first... Commander...” Again, authority in her voice.

(.Let me guess. Vulcan females run the household don’t they.) He thought a bit sarcastically

(Depends on the female,) she returned.... “Coming up on the coordinates.”

Trip touched to shuttlepod down with precise expertise. They came to rest in a meadow just at the base of a large mountainous range. Several caverns were located just ahead by the scans taken from high orbit. After opening the hatch, T’Pol stopped a moment to take some readings before stepping out. Trip on the other hand hopped right out taking in the fresh air eagerly.

T’Pol paced forward a few steps staring constantly at the tricorder she held. The Vulcan symbols were a mixed mess of clutter to the young human and after a moment he decided not to try and understand. Instead he snaked his arm about his beloved’s waist and nuzzled his nose deep into her neck.

T’Pol continued to take scans, tilting her head absently to allow him better access to her skin.
Trip noticed her continued analysis and began to feel a bit dismissed.

“You know... You could take a minute to kiss you bondmate right about now.” He hinted at his frustrated state.

T’Pol looking up from the scanner, assessed his look, planted a brief kiss upon his lips then went back to taking random readings.

“Gee.... You don’t have to gush.” Trip felt amused by her clearly professional demeanor.
T’Pol shot him an inquisitive look, and the young man just chuckled.

“Okay.... What direction are we to take?” he asked looking once more at their surroundings.

My indications are that the area 21.2 meters due south of us holds high concentration of Lithium readings....And “ She hesitated a moment reviewing more data then continued.

“And what....” he asked

“And Dilithium readings as well.” T’Pol shot him a knowing glance

“Dilithium.... really let me see.” in his excitement Trip took T’Pol’s tricorder then realized he couldn’t make out a word on the screen. He returned it to her hand.

“Dilithium.... T’Pol do you know what that means...... The new trials on Lunar Colony One are testing the improved performance of Dilithium.” T’Pol nodded her understanding.

“If we can get out hands on some of that, we could improve engine efficiency by 30%.” Trip was almost dancing as he started toward the coordinates.

“There are two distinct concentrations of Dilithium. One 12 meters that way,” T’Pol pointed to her right. “And the other 14.4 meters straight ahead. Maybe we should split up and investigate them.” Trip nodded and with a quick peck on her cheek, he was off.

T’Pol continued, her pace quickening while she studied the readings getting stronger.
Trip traveled over the pleasant terrain, his sneakers brushing up rubble intermittently.
After a few meters, Trip realized he was not carrying a scanner and returned back toward the transport to retrieve on. He look out in T’Pol’s direction and saw she was no where to be found.

(T’Pol.) he called out to her through their bond. There came only silence. (T’Pol! ) again he tried more worried. Still nothing.

“T’Pol !” he started yelling loudly and abandoned his walk to the pod, starting instead in the direction she indicated she was going.

“T’Pol !......T’Pol where are you? “ His voice was worried and his mind was absent of the pending danger that was in front of him. Suddenly his foot slipped a bit and the commander almost lost his balance. There before him was a large hole, dark and dank. He backed away and righted his unsteady gait.

Bending he looked down into the blackness. “T’Pol” he hollered. “You down there......T’Pol !” Trip squinted his eyes to adjust for the darkness. Faintly he could make out the small form of his bondmate crumpled on the cavern floor. Without hesitation, Trip eased his body into the hole and let himself drop rather abruptly near where she lay.

Regaining his footing, Trip moved instinctively to her side checking out her frail appearance. He reached for his communicator and attempted to contact the ship.

“Tucker to Enterprise” he paused listening to nothing but static. Readjusting the dials he attempted again.

“Tucker to Enterprise.... Come in Cap’n” Still nothing and he noticed a slight movement coming from her dusty frame.

“T’Pol...” he moved in close and provided her assistance in straightening.

“Don’t move too much. Let me check you out.” He once more grabbed the scanner, forgetting its obvious impediment. “Damnn.... why can’t this think be in English like the rest of em?”

“Because I can assimilate data faster in my native tongue.” she returned bringing herself to a sitting position. She took the tricorder and reviewed the data. “I am unharmed.” she reported to him.

Trip helped her stand and kept an arm about her waist. T’Pol removed a small cylindrical object from the back side of the scanner and bent it in its middle. It began to give a dim glow that only grew as T’Pol shook it hard.

Light bounced off the walls in every direction. Beams like laser shafts cut through the darkness creating an eerily magical sight.

“Wow....” Trip let out a gasp as he noted huge Lithium Crystals studding the walls. T’Pol ran scans to find that they were indeed of a Dilithium nature. She relayed her findings which only impressed him all the more. Trip went up to the cavern walls and ran his hand over the blunt end of the crystals.

T’Pol stood back and continued to take readings. “ Carbon oxide..... Magnesium phosphate... trace naturally occurring elements and...” she trailed off studying the screen carefully.

“And what” Trip asked pulling his attention away from the glowing diamond quality crystals.

“Something I can’t identify....” she stated a bit frustrated.

“Is it harmful? “ he asked remembering their last encounter.

“There is no indications that it could be potentially harmful.” T’Pol holstered her tricorder and began sizing up the job at hand.

“Well let’s get the crystals and go.... Just to be on the safe side.” T’Pol agreed.

“We can’t phaser these babies out, unless we want to be fried ourselves.” Trip instructed. “We gotta dig them out the old fashioned way and remember the crystals have to be intact, if they are cracked or damaged, then we can’t use em.” T’Pol nodded her understanding and began working at the far side of the cavern.

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“Damn... Cracked another one.” Trip chucked the now useless stone onto the cavern floor. T’Pol and he had been working at this for nearly 45 minutes and had only one crystal extracted intact.

“It is time to check in with the ship.” she reminded him wiping some perspiration from her brow.

“Don’t know that we can.... I tried earlier when you fell and got nothin' but static. Maybe if I climb closer to the opening I can get through. You rest.”

Trip climbed atop several ascending rock formations, standing now within millimeters from the surface. He opened his communicator while assessing his abilities to get out of the cavern without assistance.

“Tucker to Enterprise” he stopped and awaited a reply. None

Adjusting again.. “Tucker to Enterprise” Trip look down at a very tired T’Pol. Her eyes were distant and her postured showed her true state of physical well being. “You okay, Hun.” Trip said absently keeping the com open.

“I’m just fine commander but I think you should continue to call me Captain.” Archer touted the young man for his familiarity.

“Sorry Cap’n, I was just..” Trip trailed off and continued to look up at the hole. “We found a good deposit of Lithium Cap’n.... in fact we found Dilithium in massive quantities. It is just hard for us to extract the crystals without damaging them. It may take some time.”

“Would you like some assistance? I could beam down some help.” Captain Archer offered.

“No, but you might as well get a message to Malcolm and have his party meet us here in an hour. If we are not done by then, he can give us a hand.”

“Will do Trip..... Good work. Archer out.”

Trip climbed down from the rock formation. Coming up to gauge T’Pol’s condition, he laid a caring hand on her shoulder.

“You okay babe...” he looked deeply into her eyes as she gave him a soft nod.

“You rest a while.....I’ll keep working at it.” Trip placed a ginger kiss upon her lips then moved back to his work.

T’Pol sat atop the rocky surface feeling hot and restless. She continued to wipe beads of perspiration from her face, all the while hungrily watching her lover’s body move. She loosened the zipper of the protective coveralls she was wearing and rubbed slightly at the wetness in her cleavage.

A growing need began to form in her mind. T’Pol was unaware of it, and began slowly moving toward her lover’s position. With cat like precision, she stalked his body, sniffing and eyeing the object of her desire. She was upon him within a few short moments.

Trip jumped as he felt a playful hand reach round and down his chest. “Gees darlin', you scared me. You okay.”

She said nothing, only running her hand lower to his obvious notice.

“Oh so now you want ta play... Well forget it.... You had your chance in the meadow remember.” Trip smirked a bit as they started into their familiar game of dominance.

The movements didn’t stop as T’Pol ran her hand over his privates, and began sending little pulsating movements against them.

“Honey..... we gotta get this work done. Malcolm and Lt Kelby will be here soon.” Trip moved her hand back up to neutral ground more to stop her progress than to impede her advances.
“I promise... when we get back to Enterprise.... I am all yours for what ever you have in mind. Okay?”

He looked around at her softly grinning. She returned his kind look with one of extreme determination. Wheeling him around, she took his mouth to hers. Trips hands instinctively dropped the miner’s tool and wrapped possessively around his beloved’s slight frame. His head was spinning, a warm familiar state he had grown to adore.

(No... we have gotta get this done, Malcolm) the thought reentered his mind as he gingerly tried to pull away.

“Honey.... as much as I sooooo want this..... Malcolm is on his way and I don’t think he should...”
She cut off his words with another passionate kiss. He relaxed into it again feeling so hot and bothered himself. He watched as she gingerly pulled down the zipper to his coveralls. T’Pol ran a warm dusty hand against his skin. Trip was wet with sweat as well, most from the work, but this new round from her advances. He closed his eyes and imagined them making love in this remote spot. In that vision appeared Malcolm walking in right as they were..... He came back to his senses.

“Honey..... this can’t happen now....We have gotta...” he watched as she ripped the zipper right out of his outfit. It was apparent that time for rational talk was over. She was going to have sex with her mate. With another motion she pulled the garment hard from his body, knocking him off balance and onto the cavern floor. T’Pol then flung the torn mess against the outer most wall. This he found wasn’t such a good idea, since along this wall was a gigantic pit like crater. They had explored it earlier and now he watched as his clothing was permanently out of reach. His underwear was the only covering thing covering his otherwise naked body.

T’Pol undid the zipper of her suit and stepped out of it. She stood before him nude, her skin glistening in the green glow of the crystals. She walked towards him dropping her outfit in her tracks. Trip studied the situation. If he didn’t willingly comply, he realized his shorts would too find their way down that hole. Quickly he slipped them off and laid them out of reach.

(Malcolm.... for once in your life please be late.) His thought was more like a prayer, as stepped forward into her waiting arms.

Trip gave into the feelings he felt growing inside him. He allowed her touch, although a bit rough, as it only served to heighten his own arousal. She levied small kisses and bites along his neck and shoulders, moving down along his chest and abs. He stood there, his head laid back enjoying the feelings waiting for his chance to do the same for her. Her hands slid up and grasped his buttocks, which sent a sharp shiver along his spine as he reached down and pulled her mouth up to his again. Hands roved aimlessly enjoying the smoothness of their respective bodies. Tensions, all except sexual eased in their minds as they started bringing each other toward their highest points. Trip picked up T’Pol in his arms and carried her to a sandy part of the cavern floor. He placed her down softy and positioned himself above her. Long moments later found a noticeably exhausted Trip with a serenely sleeping T’Pol in his arms.

(You can’t pass out... You can’t pass out.) Trip kept telling himself as he struggled to get out from under T’Pol slight weight.

(Malcolm will be here any minute and he can’t find you like this. ) Trip looked around for his shorts, praying his beloved wouldn’t wake up for another round. Finding them, he hurried to dawn the only apparel she had left him. He went to retrieve her outfit and gingerly tried to slip T’Pol back into the garment. He was just getting the last arm in when he heard a call.

“Anybody down there.” It was Malcolm sticking his head through the hole, a flashlight in hand.

“Well this is what you call work Commander.” he retorted indicating to Trip that he had seen his tending toward T’Pol. Trip quickly zipped the outfit and lifted T’Pol in his arms. Standing there in his undies, he shot the armory officer a warning stare, and moved toward the hole.

“Don’t even start Malcolm... T’Pol has been injured...she is not acting like herself.”

“I see... and naturally you just had to cover her with your.... Where is your clothes commander.” Malcolm smirked a bit realizing what Trip was referring to by not acting like her self.

“I said drop it, Lieutenant. That’s an order.” Trip handed T’Pol’s sleeping body up to Malcolm, then jumped, levering himself out of the hole in a more clumsy fashion. Standing on grass once again, Trip told Malcolm and Kelby of their find and instructed them to continue to work. Trip couldn’t help but see the interesting glares he got from both men about standing there in his underwear. He tried to ignore the whimsical looks, but found himself shooting them a few perturbed ones in return.

Trip then carried T’Pol to their shuttle pod. Navigating his way back to the ship, Trip knew their antics were going to become part of rumor mill lore.

(The walk from the shuttle bay to decon’s gonna be a fun one.) With that he looked down at her sleeping features. He smile softly, feeling more content than embarrassed. If only he knew whether it was truly Pon Farr she experienced. By all descriptions it didn’t seem so, but secretly he hoped that it was, for then he knew he would be up for the challenge.

The End.

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Seven people have made comments

great writing so will you be writing more soon?

Great writing i want to know what happens next please hurry it up

Great story, looking forward to the next part. Two suggestions:

First, if you could link to the previous parts in the header, that would be great.

Second your distances are a bit off... 21 meters is only 70 feet, there would be no need to split up.

Thanks for the comments. It was a fun little Pon Farr comedy fest. Will turn in the latest one "Birthday Party" Saturday Morning. It's a good family piece. Am working on "Goin Fishin" but I promised to get "Communication 102" done first. Glad you'all like em. I am enjoying this a lot. Lots of Love. T.

I did laugh and chuckle, mind you who can blame T'Pol? And being caught in his underwear by Malcolm was so funny. Yep, that'll feed the rumour mill nicely. Ali D :~)

what a wonderful story, thank you, is there any chance of a next chapter ? That would be great.

There is an "Away Mission 2- Love Slave" in production. Will try to get it out soon. T.