Supposed to Be…
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own much of anything come to think of it…
A/N: This starts in the finale, right before Trip is loaded into the scanner thingy.
T'Pol flew to Sickbay from the bridge. Her mind was denying the report that she had heard about Trip's condition. The Capitan had contacted the Bridge saying that he was taking Commander Tucker down to the Sickbay and that he was in critical condition. T'Pol had given the command to Lieutenant Reed, although she now realized that he would be just as incapacitated as she was with the news of Trip's possible death.
She did not want to comprehend the idea of life without Trip in her head, making jokes that made her subconscious mind laugh, or greeting her everyday with his sweet smile as she walked into Engineering.
Although it had been more than six years since they had been involved in a serious romantic relationship, their conversation onboard the Shuttle Pod had led her to believe that there might be some small hope of their reconciliation. They would have stayed in contact and possibly started where they left off.
T'Pol immediately chastised herself for thinking this way. They will stay in contact and they will pick up where they left off. It was illogical to jump to conclusions at this point.
When T'Pol walked into the pandemonium of Sickbay, her logical thoughts vanished. All she could see or hear was impending death. Trip lay in a bed and looked to be severely burned and very weak. The Doctor was shouting orders to the medical assistants.
"Ensign Harmon get that hypospray over here now!" Phlox looked wildly around for his med assistant, who was loading the hypo as fast as was humanly possibly.
The Doctor was usually a very calm Denobulan and for T'Pol to see him so frantic was an instant red flag in her mind.
Archer was standing beside Trip trying to keep him calm and still, but was looking rather bleak himself. T'Pol waited silently nearby as Phlox and Archer carried Trip over to the medical scanner and placed him onto the bed. They glanced nervously at each other as Trip slid in.
T'Pol looked at the man she still loved so deeply and realized that she was losing him . Never again would she inwardly smile at his mannerisms, or share a meal with the quiet, wonderful conversation that she looked forward to daily. She had lost him, and would have to abandon her dreams of sharing the rest of his years with him. They had put their relationship on hold and had lost the six years they might have shared together. His life had been abruptly and crudely cut short.
As she was thinking these things, silent tears began to fall down her cheeks. She had only cried once in her life before, and that was when she had held her dying mother in her arms. Trip raised his head to look at her once more and smiled before going into the medical scanner. She heard a voice in her head as she had so many times before.
"Don' cry now…I'll always be with ya, and besides, what would your Vulcans say if they could see you crying over a Human?"
T'Pol was pushed beyond her emotional limit, and knew she had to leave this place. She was so separated from the world that she didn't hear Phlox's last remark as she stumbled out the door.
"Well, he is critical, but there is a very slim chance I could hold on to him a while longer."
A/N: Well? PLEASE let me know what you think. This is the very first thing I have ever written, so it would mean a lot to me if you could give whatever kind of feedback you can. I am completely open to anything from high praise to constructive criticism. I would prefer to not have a downright hate comment, but if that's what you think is needed that that's ok too. This will be updated as soon as I know if its well received at all. And btw, later chapters will be longer than this. This was sort of an intro…