Midnight with Pon Farr

"Midnight with Pon Farr"

by Triplover

Rating: PG-13, Romance
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Paramount. No money was made.

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Trip smiled as he began to see the beautiful planet floating on nothing in the blackness of space. He held his breath at the look of a planet so much like earth.

"How in the world could that planet hold part of the key to our death?" Trip asked in amazement.

"The cargo captain said that the Xindi were here. He said they were gathering all kinds of things. He said they talked about some type of poison." Archer told him.

Trip smiled, happy to know that they were finally getting somewhere. He wanted the Xindi… and now they were close.

Archer looked over to T'Pol. "I want you, Phlox and Malcolm to meet me in shuttle bay one." T"Pol nodded and walked out of the bridge. Trip walked over to Archer who was sitting in his chair.

"I wanna go, Cap’n..." he began.

"Trip, we don't need an engineer." Archer said simply. .

Trip scowled at him "What?! You know more than anyone that I need to go! The Xindi killed my sister! Let me go! I wanna help stop them, Cap'n!" he almost shouted.

Archer stood giving Trip a look that surprised the heck out of him. His eye's were hard… sharp like a knife. He had a look as if he didn't know who Trip was, as if everything that happened meant nothing in those seconds. "Trip, go to engineering. You’re this ship's chief engineer. Do your job… and let me do mine."

Trip backed away, nodding. "Yes sir." He mumbled and left the bridge, anger coursing through his veins.

T'Pol, Phlox, Malcolm and Archer walked inside the pod. T'Pol was tired, her mind was going sixty hours a minute and her heart was just as fast. Three men… she tried very hard not to think of all she could do with them all. Focus on the mission, she told herself. The pod began to move, Archer at the helm. She turned her face away focusing on the scans that were firmly in hand. No life… not even lower life forms.

T'Pol sighed, taking her mind away from the scans that had give her little information on the mysterious planet. Archer was beginning to land. Slowly she began to see more and more green from the planet. There was life… even if it wasn't the kind of life most would think of. A planet full of jungle life… the plants! Finally the pod came to a stop and Archer stood. And a second later they walked out of the pod and began their search for the plant that could mean certain doom for earth… and the human race.

"They went this way." Phlox said, pointing west towards some trees much smaller than usual. They followed him. Finally Phlox stopped to scan more of the trees.

"My goodness! No wonder the Xindi wanted to stop here! These plants! One of these branches here could kill three thousand people… although they'd have to convert in some." Phlox said. T'Pol drew closer.

"Would it be harmful for Vulcans as well?" She asked in her usual calm manner although she did hear some strain in her voice that no one else seemed to detect.

"I don't think so. It seems to attack brain functions… shutting some down, others it just manipulates." He explained. T'Pol drew closer and looks at the branches.

"What do you mean manipulates the brain?" She asked.

"I can't totally be sure what the side effects would be. But I do believe that one would be sexual…" He said.

"Sexual?!" Archer asked in surprise.

"Yes, it seems to have… some type of… aphrodisiac…on the outside of the branch." Phlox reported. T'Pol took a step back, suddenly wanting to stay as far away from it as possible. Phlox began to look for more of the branches as Malcolm and the captain began to take samples.

"T'Pol!" She heard from the doctor, T'Pol moved to see Phlox standing next to a bush. She began to walk to it when she felt a sharp pain in her arm. She checked and found a cut, deeper than she would have expected from the pain.

"Doctor!" She shouted. The doctor ran over and immediately saw the cut on her arm… he began to scan.

"You cut yourself on one of the branches! We should take you back to sickbay. Who knows what the branch could do." T'Pol nodded in agreement. When he told Malcolm and Archer what happened, Archer seemed disappointed but agreed to get her back to Enterprise, and they were on their way. A short time later she was sitting in sickbay.

"Well Sub-commander, I have good news! The poison seems to have been killed by your immune system already. But I also noticed something else…" His voice trailed off as if something he knew would probably make her angry.

"Doctor. What is wrong?" She felt sweat fall down her brow, and into her face. With one swift motion she wiped it away and looked into the doctor's eyes.

"The uh… it seems that the aphrodisiac I mentioned before got into your system as well. Your immune system didn't destroy it… it didn't do anything. It's effecting you a little differently… uh… you'll be feeling the effects quite rapidly." Phlox told her.

"What effects?" She asked. Now moving very uncomfortably on the bio bed.

"Well, uh… you are going to… um… well your going to feel very sexually…aroused." the doctor finally got out.

T'Pol's eyes went wide. "Sexually aroused?" Her eyes moved away from his eyes and down to the floor.

"Yes, well, apparently… depending on the body… it reacts differently. For humans… if the right cells and formula's are introduced it is deadly. In this case it reacted to something that was already there." Phlox began to explain.

"Doctor?" She asked, wishing he would just come on out and tell her what was going on.

"You have the Pon Far don't you?" he asked.

She hesitated. "That is a private matter, doctor," she said, trying to calm her shaky voice.

"If you wish. I promise that I will adhere to doctor patient confidentiality," he advised her. "But T'Pol, this… branch has changed everything. First of all you will… everything will be twice as intense as before. Second you'll feel the effects for a longer amount of time… not just one day."

"It would preferable if you kept this to yourself." she said simply without telling him exactly whether she was having the Pon Farr or not.

"T'Pol, if you don't….this is serious, you could die," Phlox reminded her, uncharacteristically stumbling on his words. But T'Pol would not have it. She didn't want to speak about her condition, she wanted to leave.

"May I leave now, doctor?" she asked, although she could hear the irritation in her voice. She was beginning to lose her control; she could feel it. The doctor looked at her for a second, then gave in and nodded. At that T'Pol got off the biobed and walked out toward her quarters.

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Charles "Trip" Tucker walked down the many corridors until he reached T'Pol's quarters where he chimed in. Some seconds later T'Pol opened the door, but she didn't seem pleased to see him. She was sweaty, and he could almost hear her breathing.

"You're early, Mr. Tucker."

Trip smiled. "Yeah, I thought I should make up for all the nights I missed." Trip told her. T'Pol nodded slightly then moved to the side to let him in. Trip walked to her bed, and took his shirt off as he always did.

"You're gonna have a hell of a time today… I never had as rough a day as today! Woke up late when I couldn't sleep because of these damned anomalies, so I was going crazy trying to get dressed and get to engineering. Then spent half the day purging the impulse manifold. After that I was about to have lunch when another anomaly hit engineering and I had to send half the staff to sickbay! I had to do ten times the work that usually was done by my people! So I'm really not in much of a good mood." he rambled on. Trip watched her leave the door and head for where he was. Then she suddenly stopped.

"So… what do ya wanna do first?" he asked her.

Nothing.

Trip looked at her, waiting for an answer to his question, but it never came.

"T'Pol?"

T'Pol blinked, then sat in front of him on the floor, and looked down at the candle.

"I am afraid I will be unable to have our session today." she told him. Trip looked at her puzzled for a second. What was wrong with her? She seemed different….

"Why? What's wrong?" he asked her. T'Pol sighed. He knew that sigh. She seemed to be irritable… but how was that… possible? T'Pol was never irritable… she never showed any emotions.

"I am… having trouble with something private." she answered, without looking into his eyes. Trip 'knelt' next to her on the floor in front of her.

"You can tell me, T'Pol. Maybe I could help." he offered. T'Pol backed away slightly, still looking down at the candle. So he moved it.

"You don't understand! I… can not… be around… you," T'Pol tried to explain. Trip looked at her for a second, studying her expressions, trying to figure out what was bothering her. But she was hiding it well.

"Uh, T'Pol. Are you ok? You're actin'… kinda weird," he said truthfully. T'Pol again sighed. Then Trip looked at her hands. They were shaking. She was sweating like crazy… She was trying to hold something back. Trip could feel that something was very wrong. Just then, at that very moment, while he was pondering, T'Pol lunged at him and kissed him.

"T'Pol!" he exclaimed, pushing her off and sitting up.

"What the hell's wrong with you!?" he asked. Now T'Pol seemed to have lost total control.

"I can't eat… I can't sleep… I can't do anything… I need you," she whispered, crawling towards him. Closer, closer… Trip knew he should back away, but he felt paralyzed. Soon their lips were only inches away from each other.

"I need you," she repeated. Trip held his breath for a second. At that, T'Pol blew into his ear, creating a tingle sensation that seemed to travel in his ear. It had to all be a dream… it just had to! This couldn't be happening!

"What are you talking about Sub-Commander?" Maybe if he used rank with her she'd realize what she was doing! But she kept her lips close to his, and moved her hand to his chest. Slowly it slid down, down, till finally… Trip moved back.

"T'Pol… this isn't you! Maybe… the doctor can help! You might have a virus or something…"

"The doctor can't help me… only you can."

Trip cocked his head a bit. "Me?" he asked.

"I am going through the Pon Far, Mr. Tucker. I'll die if I do not mate," she whispered. Trip gulped.

"Pon Far?"

"Pon Far," she repeated. Trip tried to relax but found himself even more tense. If that was true, then it was up to him to… and that would mean… Trip breathed in… but it didn't go out. She again began to draw closer, and closer until their lips touched and he felt a swarm of emotions. He wanted her…

"Be with me… Trip." Her lips were soft and wet against his. Filled with passion that seemed so far away from T'Pol that he couldn't believe what was happening. Finally Trip pushed her away again as he was now lying on the floor

"Uh, T'Pol… I don't know about this," he said, breathing hard.

"Shhh." She placed her index finger on his lips. "I'll die if I am unable to resolve the Pon Farr. Do you want me to die?"

What a silly question… he liked her… very much so. He'd never want her to die.

"Of course not!" He told her.

She tilted her head.

"Then trust me," she whispered and once again their lips met. Finally Trip, too, lost control. He grabbed her close. It felt right. He needed her.

"Trust me…" She whispered again, her voice was seductive… sexy… he'd never imagined… that T'Pol could be so… sexual. T'Pol smiled, as her hand caressed his chest. Finally she stopped it and took off her shirt… slowly… Trip took in air… and waited as the shirt fell to the floor before letting go. His throat went dry.

"Uh… wow!" Was all he could say. She tilted her head again and took his hand, guiding it to her face… her cheeks were warm… soft. Then down to her neck… and then to her breasts. Trip felt a tingle in his groin as he felt her soft-skinned firm breasts.

"How exactly does this whole thing… uh… work… exactly…" He said stumbling on his words.

"Do not worry. I won't hurt you." She told him as her hands slid down to his pants to unhook them. Then she began to pull them down. After she got them off of him she crawled on top, and kissed him passionately. Trip felt this time her tongue go deep into his mouth, swirling around. Finally he closed his eyes. Letting her in, and giving in to her.

"That's it, Trip… Let go." She said. Trip smiled.

"Hey, you called me Trip!" He looked into her eyes, seeing passion, emotion, many things. Trip kept the smile on his face and took T'Pol's face into his right hand.

"You’re beautiful, you know that?" He asked her. She looked into him… and he could see the smile on her lips.

"Kiss me." she ordered. He let go of her face and kissed her again. This time, he allowed his tongue into her. Until finally he realized that he was ready. Ready to help… ready for her… ready to make love.

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Eight hardy souls have made comments

Oooh, this is good but whyfore you stop just as they start? Hopefully there will be a second part or a sequel. It will be very interesting to see what happens afterwards as well. Will T'Pol be all ansty and distant or have mellowed? Will Trip be embarrassed or head over heels in love? Enquiring minds need to know. Thanks, Ali D :~)

I completely agree please don't stop now

More!

Oh, and I was just getting into it! Come now, be reasonable, I think we all deserve a sequel.

Loved the story, BTW.

-Phaser Lady

Made my toes curl! Please continue this story!

I dunno, this story needs work. Some of Trip's actions earlier in the story aren't very in-character. I don't get the sense, when Trip demands Archer to let him join the away team, that Trip is all that angry. Also, there's not enough sexual tension and teasing going on before Trip and T'Pol start to make out. Too many elipses, as well. Some different adjectives might be useful, just to give the story more colour. But, I have to admit, it was rather funny!
-PS. It's PON FARR, with two R's.

Gee, imagine that, T'pol suffering from Pon Far.
Will Trip help her? Will T'pol toss him aside after a good tumble? We may never know!
;)

Gee, imagine that, T'pol suffering from Pon Far.
Will Trip help her? Will T'pol toss him aside after a good tumble? We may never know!
;)