"He'd Have Pointed Ears"
STORY NOTES:
- THERE ARE CHANGES IN THE FIRST CHAPTERS! So please reread them if you read them previously.
- Yes, I will update soon! I'm absolutely terrible, I know. But I am now 60,000 words in and in the process of finishing it. I didn't want you guys (or me) to be left hanging. :) But I do need a beta badly.
- The timeline of events is purposefully out of order from canon so that the story works. I've tried to make it clear when things happened, but if anything doesnt make sense, please tell me.
- At the time, T'Pol didn't mention the mental aspect of her experience with Tolaris to Archer. Humans not being aware of that part of things makes it more 'duramtic', I think.
- Also, while on duty, T'Pol wears the top (and matching pants that didn't exist in the show) that she wore on some away missions rather than those ridiculous catsuits (and lipstick). Because damn.
- Reviews welcome! Constructive criticisms in particular are very welcome. FULL BETAING MOST VERY SUPER MUCH WELCOME. I need a beta. ::waves arms about:: I NEED A BETA! Please inquire privately.
- It would also be neat to have a cover artist make a half-way decent cover. If any such artist is reading, please PM me! I have some photos that can be used.
- The universe, most characters, and chunks of plotting, situations, and dialog not mine. Please don't sue. Nemaiyo.
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==A BRIEF PROLOGUE====/\=
("A Night in Sickbay")
You know, at that point, I wasn't sure Doctor Phlox really had my best interests at heart. That was the third time just in that one day I had to consciously plant my ass back in my command chair. And it wasn't the first day I had to do it, either. I would start off thinking about whatever the ship's situation at hand ones, and the next minute, mind would just start to wander; if I got up, I'd find myself unconsciously gravitating over to the port side of the bridge. Then, when I "became aware of it", in the good doctor's words, I had no idea what to do with myself and couldn't come up with any decent excuse as to why I was there. I was hovering, and awkwardly. Even though I was technically aware of it, I'd kept putting off thinking it through, assuming my problem would eventually recede on its own. But my subconscious didn't agree with that. To be honest, my behavior must have looked at least a little unhinged.
And that's what the whole thing turned out to be: insanity, however well-intentioned at every step. It may have all ended up working out in the end, but not how anyone would have expected it to.