The Bond - Part 4

The Bond

By: TLR

Rated: R
Disclaimer: Enterprise is the property of UPN and Paramount Pictures.
Summary: Okay Gang, here it is the last part. Yes…Yes…Yes I know I left our lovable engineer with a slight case of cortus interruptus, but hey what can I say. I'm taking a class that is frustrating as he** and was feeling a bit bit**y. Anyway it was only a dream, like our poor Trip has been having for months. It gets better. I backed it up a bit so you all could get a running start. Enjoy.

January 15th, 2006

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Part 4 (Conclusion

(Dream)

That night, Trip tossed and turned on the cushioned surface, trying to catch up on the sleep he'd lost the night before. He thought better of asking to sleep with the Vulcan, seeing as how she was feeling better and her control was now coming back. He lay there fully aware of his surroundings. The soft blue light created a luxurious atmosphere, too bad he wasn't able to make use of it. As he turned once more, he felt a soft hand running up the front of his thigh.

The Vulcan's hand brushed up against that swelling, which caused Trip to let out the occasional groan in pleasure. Their mouths took each other in, tongues playing between lip locking matches. Trip pulled her into him, crushing her breasts to his chest as hard as he could. He felt the alien's hand move up and slip beneath the elastic of his pants. That same hand made a bee line down his hard abs causing him to shiver in response to the stimulation. His breath caught in his throat, his teeth clung to her lower lip, not wanting to release the choice flesh that they'd found. His chest heaved as his arousal was taking on a fevered pace. Trip felt his mind would burst if her stimulation of him continued. He wrenched his head back, his mouth gaping in ecstasy as her hand clasped round his manhood and gave a substantial pull….

"OOOHHHH" an exaggerated groan came from Trip's mouth as he sat bolt upright upon the cushions. His breathing was labored, his face a deep shade of crimson and his whole body shaking in uncontrollable waves. T'Pol, who was seated before her candles, came out of the meditative state she was in and stared in shock at the young Human's state.

"Are you all right?" She asked, her voice having a few shades more concern than she meant to show.

"Yeah." Trip panted shaking his head and wiping his face with his hand to come more fully awake. He felt a sudden rush of warm dampness between his legs and realized immediately what the problem was. "Excuse me…" The engineer bolted from the long wall of the cabin into the bathroom just barely getting past the seated Vulcan in his path. He hit the button in a panic state, waiting for the door to close fully. Upon reaching the commode, Trip found his sense to be correct. He had climaxed from the dream, drenching his blue regulation briefs in all directions. He quickly slipped out of them, before the moisture could reach his outer sweats. Cleaning himself up, Trip tried to steady his nerves. It was difficult.

Even though this wasn't the first time he'd had a wet dream about the young alien, it was the first time she'd witnessed it and that thought was plucking at the young Human's mind. (Yikes Tucker….. Did you have to do that in front of her?.....Geez, Can't you control your hormones for a few days.) He mentally berated himself, wondering if the Vulcan's fine sensibilities could tell what was happening to him. Worse off, did her very heightened sense of smell pick up on anything, and would it pick up on anything now? The blond haired southerner quickly hit the button for the shower. The hot water came up within seconds and the steam it produced began to ease his already fragile nerves.

"Are you all right Commander?" A lone voice came from outside the door way. It was T'Pol. She'd cleaned up her meditation candles and was now trying to ascertain the state of her friend's condition.

"Yes…I'm fine.. I just pulled a muscle sleeping and I thought a hot shower would do the trick." Trip hoped his answer would end the young woman's curiosity.

"I could perform Neuropressure on you….. That might help alleviate the stiffness.

(The stiffness has been alleviated, it’s the mess I have to deal with) Trip's mind was sarcastic, but also held a bit of panic. "No, the warmth of the shower will take care of it thanks…. What are you doing up?…… It's the middle of the night." Trip hoped he could change the subject and effectively mask his symptoms.

"I had another disturbing dream, but this time I was able to awaken and control its affect on me. I chose to meditate rather than wake you. It is very helpful in relieving tension from difficult dreams. Do you wish to try?" T'Pol hovered outside the door. She heard the water's fall vary indicating the commander was now beneath it.

"Maybe when I get out…. First I want to just get my muscles to stop complaining." Trip felt the warmth hit his shoulders and for the first time he knew what it was like to be so embarrassed he could crawl in a hole and die. Something inside, told him the alien was aware of what happened and was in her own way trying to be helpful, but it wasn't helping. At first Trip decided these dreams of his were normal. A sign of a healthy libido, but now he was starting to wonder. They were growing in intensity and even hitting him in the form of day dreams when the young woman was around him in Engineering. They were even starting to affect his ability to function, having been caught more than once staring dreamy eyed at the posterior of the Vulcan as she worked at a nearby console. His amorous antics were not such a well kept secret anymore either. The ship was already a buzz with the rumors that something was going on between them from the Neuropressure sessions, now this…. He wondered just what the young Vulcan heard and how she saw the situation.

When Trip completed his shower he quickly dried and changed. Luckily he'd left his duffle in the bathroom that evening, so hiding the incriminating evidence,(after he'd hand washed the offensive items out) wasn't too much of a problem. Now if he could just keep his expression even in front of her. But when he got back into the main room, he found it empty. T'Pol was no where in sight. He searched his mind frantically, sniffing the air and listening intently to try and get a sense of her. The young Human didn't understand why he did this, but somehow he knew, she was on her way back to him and his fears were relieved. The door swooshed open moments later, revealing a dressed T'Pol carrying a mug of hot tea and one of hot milk as well. She came up to the young male, and handed him the mug of milky white warmth.

"Thanks…." He looked down into the cup surprised to see his mother's recipe for sleepless nights. He sipped at it, allowing it to fully sooth his already tightened nerves. He tasted a hint of nutmeg, something he'd always enjoyed about his mother's warm milk cure. "Hey…. Nutmeg…. How'd you know?" He looked at her quite surprised, not really remembering any conversations they had on the subject.

"You must have mentioned it in passing. I thought since you were having trouble sleeping….it was best not to bring you a stimulant." T'Pol sipped at her tea, not letting the Human know she too didn't remember any conversation on the topic of nutmeg.

"Well this sure hits the spot." Trip countered, enjoying fully the feelings of home this small gesture made for him.

T'Pol motioned him to sit on the cushions beside her. She absently crossed her legs, a fact that the Human was all too aware of, as she began to speak. "What was your dream about?" She asked the deadly question, the one Trip hoped would never come up. T'Pol waited patiently as he did when she'd had her dilemma just the night before.

"It was nothing…. I don't even remember it all." Trip tried to squirm a little less noticeably.

"I thought you said if you talk about your bad dreams they will go away?" She returned less threateningly.

"Yeah, that is often the case, but I don't think it is gonna work this time." Trip was holding back something and to the Vulcan's heightened senses, it was very disquieting. She stared at him, letting him know all too quickly, she wasn't buying his last comment.

"All right…." Trip's mind scrambled for a plausible explanation that wouldn't set off her alien lie detecting device. "I don't know what the circumstances were around me, but I felt like I was being pulled apart, somehow." His admission was a bit exaggerated but essentially not a total lie.

"You were under attack?" She asked slightly unsure those were the feelings she was sensing while he was sleeping.

"I don't know. I only know I was disoriented and extremely surprised by the feeling." That, he could say without fear of detection, for it was the whole truth.

"Do you still feel disoriented?" She asked trying to track down the remnants of the feelings she was zoning in on.

"No…. I'm better. I guess all that's happened lately has given me the Heebee Geebees." Trip looked at her as she tried to recall his earlier explanation of the term.

"I'm sorry if my problems have caused discord within you. Perhaps…" She was stopped by a raise of his hand.

"It's not you…. It's this place…this space….what's happened on Earth and what could happen if we don't find the Xindi weapon in time. I got a lot on my mind and I just have a hard time dealing with it sometimes." Trip smiled softly. "Helping you has been a nice diversion, really."

T'Pol looked at him a long moment. Watched as he grew nervous under her scrutiny and sipped again at his warm milk concoction. She looked to the floor, trying to sense more fully if he was telling her the truth about his assistance of her. Something in her mind denoted that he was sincere with his comment and so the Vulcan decided to let her suspicions drop.

"Perhaps meditation would assist you in your dealing with the stressors. I could demonstrate some easy levels that could help you to calm your thoughts." T'Pol was earnest.

"You really think I could learn to meditate?" Trip lifted a curious brow. "I mean I'm Human… Don't ya hafta be….." he felt stupid having even began to utter those words.

"Humans have meditated for many centuries. Many of your Eastern religions have utilized the technique to rid themselves of everyday difficulties and reach a higher consciousness. It is quite simple. I could teach you in a few short sessions. We could begin now if you wish." T'Pol added this knowing his feeling less than comfortable at the moment.

"Sure….Why not… maybe I'll even be able to get back to sleep." T'Pol weighed what he said and agreed with a soft nod. She went to the bureau and gathered once more the candles. She placed them and lit them within a brief moment's time.

Trip finished up the last of his milk and set the mug aside. He moved to stand across from the Vulcan, as she seated herself onto the pillows she had laid there. The Human began to do the same where he stood but the Vulcan promptly stopped him. "Bring your cushions around and sit behind me." She stated evenly, crossing her legs into a lotus position.

"Behind ya?" He asked a bit perplexed but even more concerned that he hadn't effectively removed all the scent with the shower.

"Yes….You have never performed meditation before. You will not know that you are affective, until you have been in a meditative state. I will assist you with your first attempt. It is how Vulcan children learn." T'Pol looked up at him cool and unchanged by the concern she was feeling from him.

"Okay…" Trip grabbed up the pillows and plopped them down behind her. He sat down hard and tried to adjust his legs into the closest thing to an Indian sit as he could muster.

"No… you must be closer to join into the meditation. Sit with your legs astride me so that your hands may come around and join with mine." T'Pol looked over her shoulder and waited for him to move.

(This isn't helping my arousal any…. Please god, just don't let me get a boner while we are doing this. Please…..) Trip eased up behind her. He could smell the citrus scent of her hair. Feel the warmth radiating from her skin. Already he was being soothed by the procedure and they hadn't even gotten to the chanting yet. "So you learned this way?" He asked trying to divert his mind from the alluring characteristics of the alien. "How old were you when you started this?"

"About two months of age, approximately. At least that is when it is proper to start Vulcan children in meditation." She stated absently as she turned back to face the flame.

"You were sitting up on your own at 2 months old?" Trip was shocked and saw the strange look she returned.

"No… My mother would lean me up against her front and take me into meditation that way. Since you are capable of holding yourself up, it is only logical that you are seated behind me."

"Oh…" Trip felt a bit foolish, but was starting to become fascinated by the differences between their childhoods.

"What stresses would Vulcan children have at 2 months old that they would need to meditate?" Trip inched up a bit closer, feeling the outside of her legs brush the inside aspects of his thighs.

"Sound and sensory input can be overwhelming to a young Vulcan child… They are unable to handle it, so it is up to the parent to help them learn how. Also it is a bonding exercise that assists the child to learn their place within the family bond." T'Pol put her hands on her lap, fingers and thumbs touching in a heart shaped pattern. "Please lay your hands over mine and mimic what I am doing. Your fingers need to touch to maintain an unbroken circle for your energies to flow through."

Trip did as he was instructed, having to lay his head a bit on her shoulder to see where to place his hands. Once in place, the engineers face was only millimeters from her hair, and its scent called to him invitingly.

"Now close your eyes and take several cleansing breaths in time with me." T'Pol directed feeling the heat from the flickering flame dance against her sensitive skin. Tingles began up her spine that translated to the Human within a split second. He inhaled sharply, as they played across his back and into his chest muscles.

"Relax…. This is normal…. It is your body letting go of the stress it is carrying….. Breathe…" T'Pol murmured low trying not to break her concentration on the flame.

Trip did as he was told, feeling the tingles and the following release fade into a blissful silence. His mind started to drift, leaving his body beneath it and wondering upward through the bulkheads, the decks and past the hull. This feeling scared him a bit, until he looked over and saw his hand upon hers. She was there with him, traveling the distance without fear, looking to their destiny with great anticipation.

As the stars faded into the dark, Trip found himself in that plain white space he'd dreamed about just the night before. He looked around and finally came to stop on the Vulcan standing by his side. She looked back at him watching his reaction to the experience, ready to answer any of his questions.

"Like what you've done with the place." He jested, searching the far corners for a trace of the stars they just past through. "Where are we?"

"We are where I go to meditate in my mind." She answered him feeling his sarcasm coming through.

"You came all this distance, to sit in a plain white space…. Why not fly around the stars awhile. That was wild." Trip looked back to her trying to understand what fascinated her so about the lack of colors.

"Vulcan senses are highly tuned… They are bombarded with stimulus constantly. It is necessary to go to a place where all stimulation is gone." T'Pol seemed very serious about her reply.

"Oh….. What if you don't need a stimulation free environment?" He asked chuckling slightly at her misinterpretation of his joke.

"Anything you imagine can be your calming place. Try…. Picture a place in your mind and see if you can achieve it." T'Pol watched as Trip closed his eyes and concentrated hard on a better version of this dreamlike state. The surroundings changed almost immediately to that of a beach, along a moonlit lagoon. There was a soft breeze that moved the foliage of the palm trees. The rustling sound made the Vulcan look around in a start.

"Too much stimulation?" He asked seeing her reaction to their new surroundings. T'Pol shook her head and continued to examine the new environment.

"Where are we?" She asked not recognizing the lay of the land.

"A little beach I know on St Bart's. I used to love to come down here with my family and go scuba diving. There are some fascinating under sea formations. I can show you…." Trip looked out into the dancing light upon the water. He seemed distant remembering some past event that brought him great pleasure. T'Pol watched silently as the Human began to benefit from reaching that state of peace she was hoping he would.

Trip felt her satisfaction coming from beside him. "This is what you were talking about…. I feel so peaceful and content….. I don't feel any stress or sadness here." T'Pol simply nodded. "Wow…..this is great….. And I can get here at any time… Go anyplace I choose?" He asked with a huge smile on his face. Again she nodded.
Trip continued to enjoy this tranquil feeling. He pointed to different areas and explained to the Vulcan what significance it had in his memory. They remained in this serene place for the better part of an hour. Trip sharing his memories and fantastic tales, T'Pol listening in fascination at what detail the Human was reliving these memories with.

Afterward, Trip came out of meditation feeling totally refreshed and relaxed. He returned to the cushions and slept like a baby the rest of the night. T'Pol however tossed and turned, her mind active with dreaming. This time however, the dreams she was having were of family time with the Tuckers. She saw clearly his mother, father and siblings. She watched as they traversed the waters, sharing the space and time with the Humans as they swam along. Vulcan's being less than fond of water could swim, but they didn't prefer too. While the rest of the Human's wore scuba gear, T'Pol swam beside them without the aid of breathing apparatus. She felt the air tugging at her throat as the group she followed dove deeper into a cavernous formation. It wasn't until they hit a whirlpool like affect, did the Vulcan return to the low lighting of her quarters.

She lay awake the last few hours until morning, watching the Human sleep on the other side of the room. He was at peace, a feeling that transcended to her in such close quarters. It warmed her heart, strangely enough, that he found so much comfort in his memories. This sense helped her span the hours and not desire to return to sleep.

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( 4 Weeks Later)

T'Pol healed quickly, throwing herself into her work and spending less and less time with the Human. Except for the intermittent Neuropressure session, it almost seemed to Trip that she was actively trying to ignore him when she worked. It's not that she was being rude. In fact she was quite helpful whenever the commander had the time to spare. But after is overly stimulating stay with the alien, Trip wasn't too keen about spending extended time in close quarters with her. He dove into his work, spending large amounts of time hunched over his desk. The dreams continued, each night getting stronger and more explicit. Occasionally Trip would cancel his session with her, begging off using his work as an excuse. Such was the case tonight.

Trip had one of his most intense dreams to date. He woke up shaking and drenched in his own sweat. He had a strange yearning for the alien, catching himself watching as she walked into the mess hall, walking past him and standing in the far side of any room. He decided, even though his body ached and mind was exhausted from his fear of sleep, he would forgo the session with the alien. That Neuropressure session would have been so comforting, but he was sure that the dreams he was having would only get worse. It was well after second shift when he found his way to the mess hall to get a quick snack before he planned to turn in.

Sitting there, ready to dig into a piece of pecan pie, Trip was enjoying the quiet of the room. This was short lived, as a young MACO entered. She picked up a mug and called for some black coffee. Corporal Cole, a rather aggressive young woman, had been making a point of saying "Hi" to the southern male every time their paths crossed. Trip found this strange at first, but after having talked with her a while, the chief engineer realized she was a fellow Floridian. In fact, she'd grown up just a couple miles from him and they attended rival high schools. This for the young Human was a pleasant diversion from the sexual longings he was having for the Vulcan.

They were sitting in the mess, laughing and joking about the commander's obsession with pecan pie, when the first officer entered the room. She'd been somewhat down about the fact that the commander cancelled out on their session yet again. Try as she may, the Vulcan was having a hard time concentrating on the data she was working on. She held a palm padd, hoping a change of scenery might help break out of the mood she found herself in. As she entered, T'Pol heard the soft giggling coming from the table before her.

She stopped momentarily, staring in surprise at the young man's presence. Trip whipped around and caught her gaping at them. The Vulcan turned quickly and approached the beverage machine. She took a mug from the cabinet and placed it onto the shelf. Hitting the button, she requested, "green tea, Chamomile, hot."

Trip watched the Vulcan as she retrieved her tea and headed for the door. He called out to her before she could get very far. "T'Pol…. Want a piece of pie?" Trip fell short of things to say. Corporal Cole looked at him, seeing the commander's expression change at the mere sight of the senior officer.

T'Pol stopped in her tracks, realizing she wasn't going to make it out of this one. She turned and slowly approached the two. "Commander… Corporal…, good evening."

"Hey guess you had the same idea as me….. I worked through dinner and just had to get a bit of pie before I turned in. There's more in the case, I could get you some…" Trip started to stand, feeling anything would be better than to remain sitting beside this other woman right now.

"No…thank you….. I don't eat this late." T'Pol started to turn and leave.

"You sure?..... How about just a bite?" Trip tried again holding his still unused fork in her direction. Again the Vulcan simply declined and started to retreat.

Trip came up from his chair and went to her side. He stopped the Vulcan with an almost uneasy sense of guilt. "Listen… I'm sorry for canceling our session tonight. I was swamped in engineering. I just finished and came here to get a quick bite. I really thought I'd still be there, but I seemed to have gotten through the last part a bit quicker than planned." Trip was stuttering slightly, feeling as if he was caught cheating on the woman.

"I hope I didn't spoil your evening…. I mean I hope you were able to do something enjoyable with the extra time…." T'Pol watched him as he spoke, then glanced briefly over his shoulder to the long dark haired female still sitting at the table. Her interest in their conversation told the Vulcan, Trip's absence from her was not sitting well with the MACO.

"I used the time to work on the sphere trajectory calculations. I will probably up half the night finishing the work. I simply came for some tea." T'Pol steeled her exterior, not letting the Human know how much his presence with the young woman bothered her.

"Well then… I guess I should let you get back too it……." He thought a moment then continued. "Want some help?" This question peaked the interest of the MACO.

"No thank you commander… Please enjoy your……pie." Her pause made Trip feel even more guilty. She turned again and moved through the doors. Trip looked back to the MACO. Suddenly the company he was keeping wasn't too comforting to him. He went back to the table and made a point of digging into his pie with great zeal. Once finished, he excused himself quickly and headed out of the mess hall leaving the military female wondering what she did wrong.

Trip walked the corridors, feeling as though the conversation between them wasn't really finished. He knew of her intention to continue working, so he didn't feel it a bad idea to drop by and talk this situation out with her. The chief engineer made his way to the Vulcan's cabin. Along the way he tried to rationalize the guilt he was feeling. He arrived there and felt a bit foolish about pressing the button to her door.

T'Pol answered the door, wearing her lounging clothes. She looked at him straight in the face as they stood there at an impasse. Trip waited for an invitation in, and when it didn't come on its own, he then asked for it. "May I come in?"

T'Pol moved aside and allowed him to pass. She came up behind him, and waited quietly to find out what was on the young man's mind. Trip was suddenly at a loss as to what to say. He thought first to simply try joking his way out of things, but then decided the direct approach was the best.

"Listen T'Pol…. I really did just get to the mess…. The Corporal had arrived only moments ago and sat down. I really didn't think I would finish when I did and I want to help you with the calculations." Trip threw in that last part to help lighten the mood.

"I've finished the calculations…… I was preparing to meditate…" She announced, feeling her words dig at the young man's hopes.

"Oh, well then I won't keep you…." Trip turned for the door.

"Unless you'd like to resume your neuropressure session instead." T'Pol felt his mood lift as the Human looked around at the woman with a grin. He moved over to the cushioned surface and waited to be directed into the first posture. He reveled in the feel of her fingers upon his skin and was very pleased that his own body didn't give away any embarrassing responses. They finished after an hour, both feeling very content that the initial misunderstanding was corrected.

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Over the course of the next several weeks, Trip and T'Pol's working relationship normalized. The Human realized that the less time he spent with her, only made his dreams become more vibrant, so he looked for every opportunity to have her assigned with him or to help her with her work. Their neuropressure sessions also helped to alleviate some of the embarrassing nights. The only time he felt the least bit uncomfortable was when Corporal Cole was around.

Although the young woman hadn't done anything inappropriate, Trip couldn't explain his discomfort with her attentions. She was after all a MACO and not under the same non fraternization rules as the crew. Why her friendship bothered him so, totally mystified the young engineer. T'Pol had gradually stopped attending movie night, claiming to have more important work to do. This opened the door wide for the young security female to fill in the void. Trip thought he would be happy to have someone to share this favorite of pastimes with, but all he really concentrated on was what T'Pol was doing.

He would find himself zoning out in the middle of the film, to what had become his meditative place. That quiet lagoon, with the moonlight and softly lapping waves upon the beach. Most of the time he was there alone, which brought him less pleasure, but the times when he did find her there, they were the times he considered the most peaceful. Inevitably, the soft hand of the MACO upon his arm would pull him back to the picture.

This went on, continuing in a cyclic pattern until the day they started senior officer's military training. Trip showed up early hoping to get to pair with T'Pol, but found her already paired with Corporal Romero. Romero, a tall dark haired muscular MACO, was already starting to demonstrate some of the finer points of the hand to hand techniques they would be reviewing in class. Trip stared hard at their closeness, just about ready to approach them, when a light hand on his arm stopped him in his tracks.

"I was wondering when you'd show up. Looking for a partner?" Amanda asked, with a rather shy grin. Trip grinned back, feeling both angered by the male MACO with T'Pol and uncomfortable by Cole's insistence that she be his partner.

"Well I thought I'd .." he pointed in T'Pol's direction trying to find a good way to put it to the woman that he wanted to be with the Vulcan.

"It looks like she's already got a partner, besides the Major wants the senior staff to pair up with a MACO for these training sessions. It just so happens I am free." Cole leaned into him using her best female allures to convince Trip to reconsider. He looked back in T'Pol's direction and found her staring at him over the shoulder of her own personal MACO. This gave him a strange sense of pleasure, that she was as equally interested as he was, so the Human took the offer from the young female and began a pattern of behavior the Vulcan, and indeed the rest of the crew picked up on right away. The sessions went on for weeks, and Trips feelings about being around the corporal relaxed somewhat. It was only when she tried to push their friendly interactions did the guilty feelings come up again. Amanda noticing that response, decided to play down her pursuit, feeling that the southern gentleman would be better won over by a finer hand. She made it her own personal agenda to be this male's very best friend.

The End

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Now before you get upset, I decided to stop it there, because I have already written about it in several stories and didn't want to rehash the same stuff. If you want to read through it, then I suggest you read my "A different kind of communication" series, or if you want a quick look, simply read "Whoa". Also Communications 101 and 102 run through the sequence of them realizing their bond and putting it to good use. Right now I am in the middle of "Generational" a cute look at a possible change to the late third season. T.

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Eight hardy souls have made comments

are still going to do your story , the one called a fresh start? thank i really enjoy your stories

Interesting... T'Pol showing Trip how to find his "happy place" (minds out of the gutter, people) was really neat. Had me picturing the lake my family goes to during summer. Well done! :)

Yes, I am in the process of "A New Life" but want to get the remaining parts of Generational" done first. It's a 5 parter. glad you like....T.

Loved it, really great story and last chapter. Even though I wish there would be more :). Already started reading it yesterday, but I was really tired and had to yawn which unfortunately dislocated my jaw. Now I'm not alowed to chew for a week. Darn...
Well looking forward to read "A new life"

Great story. I really enjoy your writing, please keep posting.

Nice build up to Harbinger. Guess I need to find the next (previously written?) story so I won't feel so much like I've been left in the same state as poor Trip, huh? : )

Very nicely done, thanks for a good read.

I totaly loved how T'pol showed Trip how to meditate. An the confession from Trip that Helpin, an spendin time with T'pol has been the best thing to help him to deal with the loss of Lizzie. Very sweet.

Allthough Im glad after a bit of their awkwardness they finlay worked things out an went back to normal,,,;) or as close as they could,,,,, But like the others I guess Ill have to go reread that older story,, cause I can feel poor Trips pain at the end.

Oh to bad. :D