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Chapter OneArcher checked his reflection in the mirror. He removed the tissue paper from his left cheek and neck. He smiled – the small cuts he gave himself shaving were healed. Yes, he used a razor occasionally; it was old fashioned of him, but enabled him to get a closer shave. He'd picked up this habit after a survival test five years ago and liked a little closer shave, especially since he was the kind of guy who had a five o'clock shadow at about three thirty.
He put on his uniform, patted Porthos on the head. He was walking down the hall when he saw Mayweather leave his cabin. Archer stopped.
'Those aren't Travis' quarters,' Archer thought.
Mayweather looked up at Archer and stiffened. "Good morning, sir."
Archer walked up to him. "Good morning, Ensign." He looked over his helmsman and noticed something peculiar -- Travis was wearing a shirt buttoned incorrectly, as if it had been put on in haste.
For some unknown reason, he wanted to determine whether this was a mistake. "Sleep well last night?" asked the captain.
Travis wasn't sure if Archer knew whether this was his cabin or not. And if he did, Mayweather reasoned, it wasn't out of the question he could be visiting a friend … even at this early hour.
Travis answered the captain's question, "Yes, I did, sir."
Suddenly the cabin door opened and a young red head with bright green eyes popped her head out the door. "Trav, you forgot…." She looked up at the captain.
"Hello, Ensign Fairbanks," said Archer. He noticed she had a robe on and her hair was disheveled.
She froze. "Hello, sir."
Archer took a deep breath. Fraternizing was definitely against regulations. He wasn't certain they were romantically involved, but … no, he knew they were romantically involved.
Travis began to say something, when Archer cut him off. "I don't need to hear an explanation about this right now." He turned to Travis. "But, you may want to check how you've buttoned your shirt, Travis."
He walked down the hall toward breakfast.
Travis and Susan Fairbanks looked at each other nervously. Travis hung his head and entered her cabin, muttering to himself.
Chapter TwoArcher walked into the mess hall and directly into the dining room.
"Hiya, Cap'n," said Trip.
"Good morning, Captain," said T'Pol.
"Hello," he replied. He put his napkin in his lap. Archer poured himself some orange juice from the carafe. "I'd like to have your input on something."
"Of course," said T'Pol.
"You bet," said Trip.
"I believe two crewmen are engaged in a romantic relationship," said Archer. "I know fraternization is against protocols, but we've been out here for a couple of years … it seems only natural that crewmen will … get together." He paused. "I'm also not naïve enough to think they are the only two crew members involved on this ship."
Trip sighed, "Hell, I never thought the 'no fraternization' rule made sense. And every unit I've been with had a couple of some sort gettin' together."
T'Pol explained, "I think the reason why the fraternization rule was created is two-fold: discourage interference with crew members' duties and to ensure that romantic relationships did not influence decisions, including undue promotions."
"Ah, so you're saying that for example Jon wouldn't be able to make a good command decision if he was involved with a member of his crew?" asked Trip.
Archer narrowed his eyes. "I don't think you have to worry about that."
T'Pol nodded to Trip. "Essentially that is correct. Although, Captain, I agree with your analysis. It seems difficult for humans to deny certain … biological necessities."
Trip laughed. "Biological necessities?"
T'Pol squarely looked at him. "I would think you of all people aboard this vessel, Commander Tucker, would say these urges were necessary."
Trip's mouth hung open. Archer grimaced and turned to his first officer. "I'm surprised to hear you are in favor of romantic inclinations between people aboard this vessel, T'Pol."
"Why?" she asked.
"It's just … unexpected. I would think as Vulcan you would find it illogical," Archer responded.
"On the contrary, Vulcans consider this an imperative need," she said. Archer and Trip sat in stunned silence. She continued before either could question her further. "It seems the answer is obvious – allow them to continue their relationship, unless it becomes a performance issue for either crewmen."
Archer smiled. "Glad we're in agreement." Jon decided not to ask about the imperative need.
T'Pol queried, "I assume this also applies to officers?"
Archer raised his eyebrows in response.
"Biological necessities apply to all of the crew, including officers," she indicated.
Archer confessed, "I hadn't thought about it."
"I would caution you to consider it. It is logical to assume it could happen," said T'Pol. "Officers are bound to the same forces of nature, per se."
Archer nodded. "Maybe we should take those relationships on a case-by-case basis. Certainly officers shouldn't become involved with those who report to them directly or even indirectly. Officers make life and death decisions and need to keep from seeming biased."
T'Pol seemed a little dejected at his response. Archer looked back at her and she seemed the perfect model of Vulcan composure.
She asked, "What about friendship between officers? That possibly impacts life and death decisions. For example, Captain, do you think you can refrain from being unbiased about your decisions when it pertains to Commander Tucker?"
Trip spoke up, "Hey, he's busted my chops as much as the next guy." He looked side-ways at Archer. "Sometimes, more."
Archer grinned. "I see your point, T'Pol. But, I do believe I can be unbiased about a friendship. I don't think I could have that same objectivity about someone I was involved with romantically."
Archer continued, "I still think it should be taken on a case-by-case basis. And, I'd prefer not to mention anything to the crew. I don't want to encourage romantic relationships. Let's keep this as an unofficial policy."
T'Pol leaned in. "What if we notice a violation of this unofficial policy?" she asked.
Archer scratched his head. "As long as it's not a direct or an indirect report, or a relationship that's affecting his or her performance, no need to bring it to me."
T'Pol looked at Trip and then back at Archer. She spoke, "Sir, I hope you will not take offense, but by this definition, you would be prohibited from entering a so-called relationship. Everyone directly or indirectly reports to you."
Archer began, "Doesn't seem like that's much of a problem." He smiled and continued, "Besides, I won't have time; I've been wanting to read The Complete Works of Williams Shakespeare before next year."
She sat back in her chair, seemingly troubled. Archer wasn't sure what she was driving at, but decided to let it go. She'd been acting a little weird lately; he didn't want to press her, especially in front of Trip.
Archer noticed T'Pol hadn't touched her breakfast.
Chapter ThreeArcher walked onto the bridge with T'Pol. She seemed distracted. As they entered the bridge, she went immediately over to her station, sat down and looked at the floor.
"Sub-commander?" asked Archer.
"Yes, sir?" she said.
"I'll be in my ready room, you have the bridge," said the captain walking into his office.
He settled into his chair, drank some coffee and began looking through the reports, when the door chimed.
"Come in," he said.
T'Pol walked in and folded her arms across her chest. "Why have you rejected my suggestions for the duty roster?"
He looked confused. "I'm not certain I understand," he said.
"You have not signed the duty roster I supplied you at breakfast. It's obvious you disagree with my suggestions," said T'Pol. She sounded irritated.
"Wait a second. Did you provide me one at breakfast?" asked Archer.
"Yes. Of course I did," she responded.
"I don't recall having received it."
"I gave it to you when you walked into the dining room," she said.
"I don't think you did," he said.
"Yes, it was when you walked in and …." Her eyes opened wide. She realized he was right; she hadn't given him one. "Captain, I must sincerely apologize. You have not received one from me yet."
Archer asked, "You feeling okay?"
"I would like permission to take the rest of the day off."
Now he knew she wasn't feeling well. "Granted."
She walked out of his office. He scratched his head thinking he'd never seen his first officer make a mistake. 'Maybe it's working with humans,' he told himself.
Archer read various reports noting the supplies that were needed, the performance measurements from various systems, which crew members were doing well and which ones weren't, and other information. He entered various notes in his PADD. He looked up at the time, registering his stomach was growling.
'How did it get to be 1400?' he thought to himself. He'd been there all morning without a break.
He got up and walked out onto the bridge. He was surprised to see T'Pol at her station.
"I thought you were taking the rest of the day off?" he asked her.
She looked confused. "No," she said.
He furrowed his brow. "I'd like you to join me for lunch," he requested, sure something was wrong with her.
"Of course," she responded.
As they walked into the turbolift and the door shut, Archer leaned in. "T'Pol, you did say you were taking the rest of the day off."
She bit her lower lip, trying to remember. Archer saw this blatant emotional reaction and stopped the lift. "What's going on?"
"Nothing," she said.
"No. Something is going on," he responded.
"I … feel a little distracted. That is all. I am certain after meditating tonight, I will be more focused."
He scowled and started the turbo lift again. "You know, you could take the rest of the day off if you needed it," he said.
"That is considerate of you, but I do not think it is necessary."
He nodded as the lift opened. They walked down the corridor together and entered the mess hall.
"I understand you are reading The Complete Works of Shakespeare?" she asked. "Do you have a favorite play?"
Archer thought about it. He hadn't read many of them in years, but he continued to come back to a few favorites. "Hamlet is probably my favorite. I also like Macbeth and Midsummer Night's Dream."
She nodded. "I understand that the character Puck looks Vulcan-like?" she asked.
He smiled and laughed. "I guess so."
He was surprised to see something of a smile on her face. He was startled. It looked out of place.
"T'Pol, are you smiling?" he asked.
She immediately drew her mouth into a straight line. "I do not believe so."
"Have you seen Midsummer Night's Dream?"
She shook her head. "Unfortunately I have not. But, I have read the play. My favorite scenes are in the forest."
"Mine, too. When I was a boy, my parents would take me to a theatre in a little town called Ashland, Oregon. We went every year. I remember the first play I ever saw was Midsummer. I felt privileged when Oberon took me back stage after the show. In fact, that whole experience felt dream-like."
T'Pol rested her elbows on the table and leaned in with her head in her hands. She seemingly gazed into his eyes, which she noticed were a brilliant hazel.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his trance broken.
"I am interested in the theatre and your tale," she responded.
He could tell she was looking at the cleft in his chin. "You haven't touched your lunch," he said.
"For some reason I have not been hungry for food. I am certain that will pass."
Archer's mind tripped over the words 'hungry for food.' He sighed, "Maybe you should see Dr. Phlox."
"Yes," she said absently. She stood up and the continued, "Now, if you will excuse me, I believe I have a duty roster to prepare for you."
Before he could stop her, she was out the door. And, rather than her typical stroll, he noticed she had a certain spring in her step.
Chapter FourArcher woke up and looked at the clock. He wasn't sure he was ready for another day of T'Pol acting strangely. He picked up his book and opened it to read about Puck for a moment. He smiled. 'I would like to see her laugh once,' he thought to himself.
Archer hopped in the shower to get ready for work. Just as he was about to turn the shower on, his door chimed. He put his shorts on and walked to the door without a shirt.
He opened the door and saw T'Pol.
"I'm sorry to intrude, but I thought I would walk with you to the mess hall," she said.
He smirked; she seemed to be acting normal. "Well, I haven't taken a shower yet."
"I could meet you there or wait …."
"Sure you can wait," he said. "In fact, I found the last passage from Puck and thought about you this morning." He walked over to the book and handed it to her. "You can read it if you want."
"You thought of me?" she asked. "That was kind of you."
"I shouldn't be in the shower long," he responded.
He walked into his bathroom and shut the door. She heard the shower running and noticed he was singing to himself. She smiled and then noticing her emotional response, frowned. 'Why had she come here?' she asked herself.
Porthos came up to her and licked the back of her hand. Her normal disdain for the dog was gone. She patted him on the head, and quickly read the passage Archer had given her. She walked around the room and guiltily looked in his closet. She took one of his shirts and smelled it. Normally his odor would seem pungent, but today his shirt smelled like pine needles.
She heard rustling in the bathroom like he was almost done; she managed to regain herself and restore the room. She picked up the book and sat down when he walked out.
"Read it?" he asked.
"Oh, yes," she said. "I like this passage very much. I can picture him apologizing to the audience."
She stood and handed him the book. As she did, she noticed he had a small piece of paper stuck to his cheek that had a little drop of blood on it. She removed it and handed him the paper.
He laughed. "Thanks." He felt he needed to explain. "I do that after shaving. Uhm, stops blood flow." He grinned. "Boy, that would've been embarrassing,"
She laughed a little too. "I can imagine the look on the crew's face, seeing their captain with toilet paper stuck to him."
Archer looked shocked. Her laughter sounded like a purring cat.
She coughed. "I apologize, sir. It appears my emotions are on the surface. I will attempt to reign them in."
"The meditation did not work?" he asked.
"No," she replied.
"Is it the Pa'nar?" he asked her.
She stood up straight. "No, but the affects are similar."
"So, you saw Dr. Phlox last night?"
"Yes," she answered.
"Well?" he asked.
"I would prefer not to discuss it," she said.
He looked hurt. "Why not?" he questioned.
"I am quite hungry. Would you like to go to the dining room with me?" she asked.
He nodded. As they walked together he was trying to give her space, but he was concerned about his first officer and his friend.
"It is nothing to be concerned about," she consoled him as they reached the dining room.
Archer rolled his eyes. "What does 'nothing to be concerned about' mean?" he asked.
"I will recover, but I may display emotions occasionally," she said matter-of-factly. "It is a personal matter that I would rather not discuss."
"I thought we were friends," he said leaning in.
"Yes, we are. But this cannot be shared with anyone," she responded. "It has nothing to do with trust or friendship. I am sorry."
He was trying to read her, but couldn't get a fix on what she was thinking.
They sat in silence for several moments. T'Pol pushed her food around with her fork. He opened his mouth to ask why she couldn't discuss it, but then shut it. He dug into his eggs.
"Do you need some time away from your duties?" he asked her.
She put her hand on his. "I may soon, yes. But, I do not believe I do now." She left her hand there, staring into his eyes.
He looked at her hand on his. "Sub-commander?"
She withdrew it. "I apologize. I had best go to the bridge." She stood up.
"You haven't eaten," he responded.
"I am not hungry. I will eat something later," she said.
He was thoroughly confused. "We came here because you were hungry."
"Oh yes. I was very hungry before we arrived here," she replied and then walked out the door.
Archer shook off the feeling she was being suggestive to him. He took a sip of orange juice.
Trip walked in. "What the heck's going on with her?" he asked.
"Run into T'Pol?" asked Archer.
"She seemed to be actin' funny," said Trip.
Archer sighed. "What'd she do?" he asked.
"I know this is gonna sound strange, but I coulda sworn she winked at me," he said.
Archer shook his head. He decided rather than finishing breakfast, he'd find out what was going on. He got to the bridge and noticed his first officer was again composed and serene.
"Sub-commander may I see you in my ready room?" he asked upon entering.
"Very well. I have the duty roster. Perhaps you would care to review it?" she asked taking a PADD in her hand.
As she entered his office, Jon rubbed the back of his neck. "Do you think you can hold your emotions in check? I don't want to confine you to your quarters, but I'm concerned about your performance and wellbeing. Not only that, I think you're affecting the crew."
She raised her eyebrow. "I believe I can tamp my feelings down, sir. I assume if I cross a line, you will let me know?"
He nodded. He lowered his voice. "I don't like this at all." He looked her in the eye. "You'd let me know if this were serious, wouldn't you?" he asked.
She averted her eyes. "Of course."
He took her elbow in his hand. "T'Pol? I'm not just concerned for my first officer."
"I know," she said. "Dr. Phlox has not yet confined me to my quarters or given me a medical leave of absence. Until that day, I assume you will be able to let me work?"
"I don't know. Probably. But, I don't want to see you suffer, or negatively impact the crew," he said.
She nodded. "I would agree with those conditions."
"Good." He took the PADD from her hand. "You said you had a duty roster for me to review?"
"Yes," she said.
He could tell she was sweating. It made him nervous to look at her. "I'll review it by this afternoon."
"Anything else?" she asked.
"No. Thanks, T'Pol."
"Thank you, Captain," she said.
When she left, he looked after the door. Maybe she was right in that he was already biased for his friends. He wasn't sure who was letting her continue working, Jon Archer her friend, or Captain Archer. He was unsure of his motives.
He continued reading reports, when he realized the time. He hadn't talked with any of the bridge crew, as he was accustomed to doing by this time. He got up and walked onto the bridge. He stopped at Hoshi's station first and leaned in.
"Ensign Sato, I understand you're working on a new language protocol?" he asked.
She smiled. "Yes. I've catalogued every language we've heard to date and have entered notes about each. I think this should prove valuable when teaching other Starfleet communications officers about dialect, etc."
He put his hand on her chair, leaning in closer and smiled. "Very impressive. Want to show me a sample?" he asked.
"I was hoping you'd ask," she smiled.
He laughed as she moved her hands around the keyboard. She put a small listening device to his ear.
T'Pol watched this encounter with some angst. Her brows were furrowed, as she began to glare at the two.
He stared off into space listening to the communications program unable to hear any interaction on the bridge. Hoshi realized T'Pol was looking at them.
"Sub-commander?" Hoshi asked.
"Yes, Ensign Sato?" T'Pol queried back.
"Is something bothering you?" asked Hoshi.
"Not in the slightest," she responded.
Archer removed the device and saw T'Pol frowning.
"You okay?" he asked quietly.
T'Pol folded her arms across her chest. "Are you, sir? Seems you are enjoying Ensign Sato's company," she stated.
Archer flared his nostrils. "Can I see you in my ready room?" He took out the listening device.
T'Pol threw her head back and stalked into his office. As he entered the room, he snapped, "You asked me to let you know when you crossed the line. You just did."
"There is nothing wrong with being attracted to her, sir," she explained in an irritated tone.
He put his hands on his hips. "I'm not attracted to her," he said.
"I have not seen you carry on the same interest for projects Lt. Reed is working on," she explained.
He sighed. "I try to manage all my people to their strengths and weaknesses. I treat them all differently. Hoshi needs more encouragement than Malcolm does. It has nothing to do with her looks."
"What do I need more of?" she asked.
"Right now? Understanding and patience from me."
She looked down. "I am certain you are right. I apologize. My emotions are more difficult to control."
"I think you should take the rest of the day off," he suggested.
"Yes," she said. She stared off into space.
"T'Pol?" he asked.
She looked at him and bit her lip. She turned and walked out.
Archer scratched his chin. He began looking through the database for Vulcan ailments that matched her symptoms.
Chapter FiveThe next day their routine started over again. Archer got up that morning and before showering, scheduled an early morning meeting with Dr. Phlox. Archer's search for what might be wrong with his first officer was completely unproductive.
Archer walked into the dining room and saw Trip and T'Pol talking to each other.
"Good morning," said Archer. He was surprised to see T'Pol. He thought perhaps she would take the day off.
"Good morning, Cap'n," said Trip.
"Hello, Captain," said T'Pol.
Archer was happy to see her eating her food. She was looking thin, even for her.
She handed him a PADD. "Sir, I would like to begin an efficiency test with the science team. I am concerned that the scanners are only receiving 96 percent efficiency."
Archer smiled. 'Yup, she's back to normal,' he thought.
After breakfast Archer and T'Pol headed up to the bridge. As they got on, T'Pol looked at the science station and noticed Hoshi was there looking at the scanner.
She walked over. "May I help you, Ensign?" she asked.
"The earlier shift was showing me how you use this instrument," Hoshi said pointing to the scanner. "It's not as difficult as I thought it would be."
Archer gave a lop-sided smile. "You're not going to switch to the science field, are you?" he asked jokingly.
Hoshi giggled, "You never know."
T'Pol broke their merriment. "Step away from my station, Ensign."
A hush fell over the bridge crew, including Archer who seemed too shocked to respond right away.
Hoshi backed up. "I'm sorry, Sub-commander. I didn't mean to …."
"You obviously do not know what you are doing! You are mishandling my equipment. Switch to the science field? Really. The Captain lets you get away with too much, I am sure it has something to do with …."
Archer interrupted angrily, "That's enough, Sub-commander. Get in my office right now." He stood up and folded his arms across his chest.
T'Pol stiffened. A look of remorse fell over her. Ensign Sato looked utterly dumbfounded, but gave a small nod that indicated everything was okay between the two women. Even Hoshi knew something was seriously wrong with T'Pol. Not only had her behavior been strange, but also she'd been sweating a lot and looking pale for the past few days.
T'Pol clasped her hands behind her back, straightened her spine and strolled into his office. Archer followed behind her.
As soon the door shut behind him, he yelled, "You're behavior was deplorable!"
T'Pol staggered back at his emotion. "I … I …." Suddenly, she seemed angry. Her lips were drawn into a thin line. "Crew members are rude to me on a daily basis. I do not see you dragging them in here to discuss their behavior!"
"That's it!" He threw his arms into the air. "What the Hell is wrong with you?"
She bit her lip and turned her head slightly. "This is none of your concern, sir."
"Oh, no you don't! Tell me what's going on!"
She took a deep breath. "I am attempting treatment with Dr. Phlox. I cannot discuss this with you."
He was trying to stifle his frustration. "Do I have to order you?" he asked.
She shook her head. "I have never disobeyed an order, but I will disobey that one, if you give it to me. I said I cannot discuss this with you further," she answered. "Do not subject me to anymore of this. Let me get back to my station!"
He jerked his head back. "You're confined to quarters for the rest of the day," he snapped.
"But, Captain! You are being unreasonable," she said. She was pouting.
"You heard me," he ordered.
She bent her head in shame. She looked back at him as she walked out the door.
His meeting with Phlox was at 0900, but he decided he'd see Dr. Phlox right away.
Chapter SixArcher walked into sickbay. Dr. Phlox was feeding some of his animals and humming.
"Doc?" asked Archer.
Phlox looked up, startled. "Captain? I thought we'd scheduled our meeting for later this morning?" he asked.
"We did. But, I need to know what's going on with Sub-commander T'Pol now," he replied.
Phlox looked back at his animals and continued to feed them. "I am treating her for something she does not wish to discuss with anyone aboard this vessel."
"Unacceptable. Whatever this problem is, it's affecting her performance and those of her shipmates." He was getting more frustrated.
Phlox continued to feed his animals.
"Doc?" he asked.
"I suppose I can't plead doctor-patient confidentiality?" questioned Phlox.
"Not this time," he said.
The physician looked the captain in the eye. "Very well." He put the food down and wiped his hands together. "She has a condition called Pon Farr – in Vulcan it means 'time of mating.'"
"Go on," he ordered.
"Every seven years Vulcans are required to mate, or they will die. As this is her first Pon Farr, she will need to mate soon or … perish."
Archer looked confused. Phlox continued, "The symptoms cause a Vulcan to act emotionally and irrationally."
"How do they pick their mates?" asked Archer.
Phlox shook his head. "I don't know. I think there is a ritual involved, but T'Pol has been very secretive about this. I understand some Vulcans even die in the process of mating or choosing a mate."
"Has she contacted Vulcan?" asked Archer.
"Yes, there was little help they could provide. She has already performed an analysis to determine how long it would take to reach a Vulcan vessel or her home planet. She could reach neither within the time she has. Instead, she decided to let me try to help her."
"Can it be treated?" Archer asked.
Phlox folded his arms across his chest. "I thought so at first. Months ago, she felt the affects of Pon Farr brought on early due to a virus. I was able to treat her. However, it appears the treatment is ineffective against her body's own chemical reactions. The last test I ran from this morning indicates it's not working."
Archer took a deep breath. "Can she turn to a fellow crew member?"
Phlox sighed, "Yes, but she's reluctant to do so. The good news is your physiology is quite similar; I'm certain her needs can be … satisfied through a Human. Although, whichever one she selects might be in danger – Vulcans have superior strength."
"How much time does she have?"
"Not much. Her symptoms are getting much worse. As this is her first cycle, I don't know the exact number of days she has left."
"Assuming she was able to find a mate, how long would she need to … errr, have relations?"
"I don't know. The cycle itself is seven days. It appears she has already entered the second or third day."
"What do you recommend?" asked Archer.
"I think it should be her decision," he said hopelessly. "But, she must make one quickly." Phlox put his hand on Archer's shoulder. "Captain, this might be an opportune time to act on the feelings you have for her."
Archer furrowed his brow. "I don't know what you mean." He continued with confusion, "If you're talking about my attraction to her .…"
Phlox smirked. "It's obvious that your feelings for her run deeper than that."
Archer rolled his eyes and sighed, "Oh, come on. She's my first officer."
"You're concerned about taking advantage of someone who reports to you?" he asked.
"Well, yes. But, what I meant is I'm not in love with her," Archer responded.
"I never said you were. I said you have deep feelings for her," said Phlox. "But, I think you've just confirmed maybe you do."
"Enough of the psycho-babble. You're wrong. Period."
Phlox sighed, "I could be. But, I find it interesting you immediately assumed I meant love. I also find it interesting that you are so resistant to the idea of being with her. What would be the harm?"
"Listen, I will do everything in my power to help her, but I can't …. It would be inappropriate," said Archer. "I could have my command taken away."
"Would you wave these protocols if she selected someone else, even someone who reported to her?" he asked.
Archer paced. "I don't know. Maybe. Yes, I would. But, I can't … I can't make the … I can't make the first move." He paced around the physician.
"Why?" asked Phlox.
"I don't want to be wrong. If I were wrong, it would hurt our relationship. It would be better if she chose me."
"It seems she trusts you and that you are friends. If you offered to help her, I'm sure she'd be appreciative," he said.
Archer shook his head. "She may have feelings for another crew member." He sighed. "No, I can't let whatever personal feelings I have … if I have them … interfere. If she wants me to help her, I'll need her to ask me."
"Hmmm …. That's too bad. It seems that would give you the satisfaction of expressing your feelings and it would save her life," said Phlox curtly.
Archer ran his hand through his hair. He was definitely agitated with this tête-à-tête he was having with the doctor.
Phlox thought not to push him, although he wanted to. "So, what's next?"
"I'll go talk with her right away. Does she know the treatment has been unsuccessful?" Archer asked.
"Yes. Right before you got here, I informed her," said Phox. "I'm glad you confined her to her cabin for the rest of the day. I'm sure she's scared and is likely to become more emotional."
Archer nodded and walked out.
Chapter SevenArcher stood outside T'Pol's door, mumbling to himself about whether he should be there. He rang the chime on the door. He waited and looked around. He ran the doorbell again. After another few seconds he rang it a third time, wondering if he would have to use his entry code to get inside.
"It's Captain Archer, open the door," he said sternly.
She answered the door. It looked like she'd been crying. "T'Pol, I'd like to come in and talk with you," he said.
She shook her head. "I'd prefer not," she said.
He coaxed, "T'Pol?"
She moved away letting him step inside. He understood why she didn't want him to enter; her room was in shambles. Her bed sheets were thrown around the room, her table and chairs were knocked over and even her meditation area was ransacked.
He looked back at her. "I understand why you are acting like this," he said.
She shook her head. "Do not speak of this to me!" she said.
"I also understand you can turn to the crew for … help," he said gently.
T'Pol yelled, "Leave me alone!"
"I want you to choose which crewmen. I will wave any fraternization regulations, even those who report to you."
"I do not want any crewmen, Captain. I am not an animal who can mate with whomever is around. You do not understand. I would share my thoughts and feelings with this man. It is meaningful and personal."
"You have many male friends who I'm sure would be … willing – Commander Tucker, Lt. Reed …" he said.
She began to sob. "I do not want them," she said.
He took her into his arms and let her cry on his shoulder. Her crying subsided as she rested her head on his shoulder. She wanted to writhe against him or bite his neck. Restraining herself was difficult. His smell was intoxicating. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair.
"I understand this is difficult for you. But, Dr. Phlox said you'd have to make your decision quickly," he prompted her.
She looked up at him. "You do not know how difficult."
"I'm sorry this is happening to you, and I wish you could be back on Vulcan. But, Humans have many fine qualities – we can be tender, loving and discreet, T'Pol," he said gently. "Is it so awful to mate with someone of my race?"
"You do not understand. I …." She focused on his eyes, pleading with him. Asking him silently to give himself to her. She could not ask her superior officer, Archer made that plain several days ago. But, she wanted him. She thought he wanted her, but she was uncertain.
Archer took her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Please, T'Pol. If this will save your life, I think you should try."
She wept into her hands. "Very well. I will decide by tomorrow."
"Can you wait that long?" he asked.
"I do not know."
He took one of her tears on his thumb and brushed it from her cheek. He smiled sweetly. "I'll arrange for food to be delivered to your quarters. If you need to make a decision more quickly, let me know. It doesn't matter what time. Okay?"
She looked at him and took a deep breath, attempting to control her emotions. "Yes."
"I think you made the right decision," added Archer. He walked out feeling emotionally drained.
Chapter EightIt was only 1200. Already, Archer felt like he had a full day. He decided to go for a quick run and think about what had happened. He wasn't used to seeing his first officer display emotions. He thought about the range and ferocity of them. Over the past few days she'd been laughing, crying, yelling and displaying affection. He thought about her touching his hand.
As he began jogging, he kept thinking to himself that he could have easily volunteered to help her. He was her friend. He trusted her. And he had to admit she was very attractive. He stopped jogging for a moment. 'Was Phlox right?' he asked himself. He shook his head. "Of course not," he said aloud continuing his run.
He simply couldn't offer this. He didn't want to pressure her, or make her feel as though he were coming on to her. It was inappropriate. He didn't want to be unseemly; he was the captain. But, if she chose him – that was another thing. He gave himself an out by waving fraternization regulations, no matter who it was.
He sighed and hoped that perhaps her choice would be someone who was worthy of such an experience. The thought of another man touching her hurt him. He shook the image from his mind. He nodded. 'Yup, Phlox might have something,' he thought. He knew he'd straighten this out with her tomorrow. Maybe he'd even drop by tonight to bring her something tonight. Maybe he'd talk with her. Maybe he'd ask her if he could assist her. The thought gave him goose bumps.
He finished his run and walked back to his cabin. After running for an hour, he decided he needed to take a bath. He thought he'd eat in his office to make up for the lost time. He stripped and hopped into the shower.
After singing a few choruses of his favorite song he thought he heard a noise. 'It's probably Porthos getting into something,' he thought. He continued to lather up, singing with gusto.
He walked out with a towel around his waist and was surprised to see T'Pol. He thought she had probably used her entry code to get into his cabin. He decided this violation wasn't important. He looked her over. Her hair was messy and she was wearing casual clothes. Her cheeks and lips were a dark green, and he could tell she was sweating. She looked beautiful.
"I am sorry to interrupt, but I do not think I can wait until tomorrow."
Archer nodded, "Let me get some clothes on. Stay here." He shut the door and walked out in a pair of trousers.
She was nervously wringing her hands. She looked up at his bare chest and wanted to put her hand on it.
"Have you made a decision?" he asked.
She looked at him expecting him to say something. Her eyes took in his body and she felt a crash of desire. She raised her trembling hand to her hair. She could not bring herself to say his name. She was finding it hard to think.
"T'Pol?" he prompted her. She was looking at him in silence for almost a minute.
"Whom would you have me take?" she asked.
He shook his head. He wanted to say "me," but couldn't find the words. "I want it to be your choice not mine," he said.
"I cannot chose from the men you have presented me," she said.
He felt defeated. She didn't want any of the Humans. One was just as good as another in her book. He sighed. "I don't know. Many of the women aboard think Commander Tucker is handsome. Maybe he would suffice."
She looked confused. She had made it clear Archer was the only one she wanted. Perhaps she had misread their friendship and his feelings for her. She hung her head against her chest. "Is that who you would recommend for me?" she asked.
"I guess so," he responded.
She looked up. "Very well."
"Want me to talk with him?" asked Archer.
"No. I believe I can. Will you ask him to meet me in his cabin?" she asked.
"Yes," he spoke sharply. He softened his tone, realizing this was her selection. "I'm glad you made a decision. I wouldn't want to lose my first officer."
She nodded. She obviously had misunderstood their friendship. He was concerned for his first officer, not her as a friend or woman.
As she headed out the door, Archer took her arm. "It'll be okay."
For a fleeting second, she thought she could sense that he was sad and hurt. She did not understand why and wanted to gather more of his feelings. But, before she could, he let her go.
She walked out and Archer turned to his comm. "Archer to Ensign Sato."
"Yes, sir."
"Could you get on a secure line to Commander Tucker? I have some private business to discuss with him."
"Aye, aye," she said.
"Tucker here."
"Trip, it's me, Jon. I'd like you to do me a personal favor. Take the rest of the day off and head over to your cabin. T'Pol will explain when she gets there."
"Why? What's going on?" asked Tucker.
"Just, don't ask any questions. She'll explain more. But, after she does, I'd like you to meet her request. It's not an order and you don't have to … it would be a personal favor."
"All right, I'll head to my quarters now."
"Thanks," said Jon. He felt pained. He turned back to his comm. "Archer to Reed."
"Lt. Reed here, sir."
"I'd like you to have the bridge the rest of the day. I'll be in my quarters."
"Aye, aye, sir," said Reed.
Archer lay down on his bed with his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
Chapter EightTrip walked away from Engineering wondering what in the world was going on. Archer wasn't the kind of captain to call in personal favors. In fact, the only personal favors he'd ever requested were on T'Pol's behalf. Archer wanted to make sure she fit in and the crew liked her. Tucker shook his head.
'Don't know why he puts so much effort into a relationship with a Vulcan,' Trip thought.
Tucker had to admit, this one seemed like the weirdest request yet. As he rounded the corner, he saw T'Pol waiting outside his door. She was out of uniform and looked distraught.
"Commander Tucker," she said hoarsely. "May I speak with you in your cabin?"
"Okay," he said. He opened the door and let her step in first.
She looked over his frame. Tucker was actually a handsome young man. He had a pleasing face and a slight build. However, he was not Jonathan Archer. He didn't have the grace, style and charisma of the captain. She thought his looks were not as pleasing as Archer's either.
"I need your assistance, if you are willing. But, I would request this be kept between us," she said.
He nodded. "Sure. How can I help?"
"I require a mate for the next few days. Do you think you'll be able to do this?" she asked.
Commander Tucker was floored. This was definitely the most bizarre request to date. He was sure he didn't hear her correctly. "A mate? As in …"
"That is correct. My species mates every seven years. I must give in or die," she explained. "I would only require your help for a few days at most."
He raised his eyebrows. "And you want me?" he asked. He thought T'Pol was okay, but was surprised she chose him.
"I hope you will not be offended if I tell you that you were not my first selection," she said. She was beginning to shiver. She was fevered. His body was starting to take over her mind. His lips were beginning to temp her.
"Well, glad to know you're on your second string. Who'dya ask first?" he asked wryly.
"I asked no one," she said. Her eyes were tearing up. She wished this was Archer, but she knew she would do what she must to survive.
He smoothed her hair back. He wanted to comfort her. "Well, who was your first choice?" he asked.
Having him touch her fueled her passion. "The captain," she said. She walked toward him and put her lips to his.
He broke the contact. "Whoa. I didn't say I would do this yet." He paused. "You didn't ask Jon?"
"Commander, please," she said. "Do not make this any more difficult than it is."
He decided to ignore the fact she didn't want him. "Why didn't you ask him? I'm pretty sure he'd help ya," he said.
She backed away for a moment. "Why do you say this?"
"T'Pol, come on. It's not like he mentioned anything to me. I can just tell he likes you."
"But, what proof?" she asked. The heat in her blood was making it difficult to continue this conversation. She needed Tucker; she needed someone quickly.
"He's always asking me to make sure you fit in. He's always asking personal favors from me for you – like movie night. He even asked me to accept you now," he said.
Her head was swimming and she began to cry. "Why would he send me to you?"
"What?" he asked. "Let's get this straightened out," he said.
"Commander Tucker to Archer," he said into the comm.
"Archer here. Everything agreed upon, Trip?" Trip noted Jon definitely sounded depressed.
"I think you'd best get over here," he said.
T'Pol felt she was barely able to stand. The heat in her veins was making her head spin.
The door chimed. As Tucker let Archer in, T'Pol swooned. Archer reached for her to make sure she didn't fall. He picked her up in his arms.
Jon looked angrily at Trip. "I thought you'd help her!" T'Pol put her arms around his neck.
Trip was equally angry. "Jon, I don't want her! You do. And you know what? She wants you. Why the Hell did you get me involved?" he spat.
Archer looked confused. T'Pol kissed his neck.
"You, Jon, were her choice. You're just too damned stupid to see it," said Tucker.
Archer felt her nibbling on his ear.
"I'm going back to work. I had to leave the engines with Ensign Carter. And, I don't think he feels comfortable making the adjustments I asked him to make," said Tucker. He looked at the two beginning to kiss.
He sighed. "Maybe you two should get back to your room, Cap'n?" asked Trip.
Archer swallowed deeply and nodded. "Can you walk?" he asked to T'Pol.
She nodded, barely standing. Archer put his arm around her and let her lean in.
"Thanks," said Archer to Trip.
Trip gave a lop-sided grin. "Don't worry, I won't say anything."
Archer took T'Pol to his cabin.
As soon as they entered, T'Pol unleashed her desire on him. She ripped off his clothes in a mad embrace and feverishly kissed his mouth. Archer returned her embrace and ferocity, walking her back to the bed.
"I want you," she said. Her hands were dancing around his temples.
"I want you, too," he said, letting her thoughts and feelings spill over him.
Chapter NineArcher was giddy. His hand was resting across her stomach. He smiled.
Last night was incredible. Having her thoughts roaming around his head was not as invasive as he imagined it would be. It felt more like he had someone to talk with. He assumed her thoughts were cold and sterile, but they were actually quite warm and caring. Her thoughts were like a wisp dancing in his brain.
He nuzzled his face into her neck and pressed his lips to her ear.
She stirred, yawning like a cat. "What are you doing?" she asked.
He nibbled the tip of her ear. "I'm caressing you."
She enjoyed him petting her. "Why are you doing this?" she asked. She yawned again, nuzzling into her pillow.
"Tired?" he asked playfully. He wagged his eyebrows, kissing her shoulder.
"It was difficult to sleep last night. Your nose was rattling."
He laughed. "I don't snore," he insisted.
She raised an eyebrow. "You most certainly do."
He hugged her to him and kissed her neck. She felt a rise of passion from him, which made her gasp.
"It is not time," she whispered. "Besides, should you not get to the bridge?" she asked.
"It's 0600. I have an hour," he said. "Besides, I think it's time," he said. His mouth enveloped hers. He rolled on to her.
She protested quietly, "I should not …."
His mouth explored her torso, his tongue dipped into her navel. She quivered. "Jon," she protested again.
His fingers reached around her hip. She made a weak attempt to push him back. He could tell her mind was amused and her curiosity was peaked.
He wanted to caress every inch of her. He kissed her down her left arm, biting softly at her wrist.
She smirked slightly. "Jon, please."
"I'm not done," he said. He kissed down her left side, on her breast and down her hip and to her leg.
"Jon," she said.
He nibbled on her thigh and continued to her foot. He put his teeth to her foot and she gripped the bed.
He looked up in surprise. To test her reaction, he kissed the center of her foot. She moaned. A wicked smile spread across his lips. She was writhing.
He nibbled on her pinky toe.
"I need you," she said hoarsely.
He raised his eyebrows. He moved to her other foot; his mouth touched her sole.
She clutched the bedding. "Please," she asked.
He suckled her big toe. She was finding it difficult to breathe. Her mind was pleading with him. His tongue flicked against her leg, trailing up her inner thigh. She moaned, urging his shoulders up so his face could meet her lips.
"It's not time, yet," he said smiling.
"Yes, it is," she said pulling him toward her.
He wanted to torture her just a little more with pleasure, but felt her desire control him. He staggered back. He sought her lips and eagerly tasted them.
Their bodies intertwined as they groped and kissed each other. As their passion mounted, T'Pol took his head in her hands and looked in his eyes. She was lightly sweating and had a green tint to her skin. He gazed at her and did something he hadn't expected. "I love you," he said.
She shook in his arms as her body spasmed with delight. He groaned softly as he felt himself succumb to her. He breathed deeply. Letting the smaller tremors die down. He looked into her eyes.
She entangled her finger in a lock of his hair. "That was very satisfying." She stretched her two fingers out; Archer put his to hers.
He smiled. "Yes it was." He stroked her two fingers with his for several minutes. He broke their contact to kiss her lips again.
Before he could, T'Pol decided to speak. "Jon, I would like to talk with you."
He rolled onto his side. He closed his eyes thinking he almost had gotten away with it. "Yes," he said.
"You have been a good mate. I appreciate your help. You may be pleased to know I feel the need to mate fading, especially after the series of embraces from last night," she said.
"Oh," he said. He settled back into his pillow and looked at the ceiling.
She spoke, "You are not pleased?"
"I don't know. I'm glad you're feeling better. But, I guess I'm wondering – what happens to us now?" he asked.
She looked confused. "What do you mean?"
He could tell from her thoughts and response there was no "us." She could tell from his thoughts and response there was definitely an "us."
"Jon, we surely cannot continue this relationship."
"Why not?" he asked. He knew why.
"Must I tell you what you already know?" she asked. He was silent. "You are still my superior officer," she said.
"I know," he said.
"I did not know your feelings for me were so strong," she explained. "I did not wish to hurt you."
He began hoarsely, "I thought you returned many of those feelings." His throat felt like it was tightening up, making it difficult to speak.
"Through the Pon Farr, I returned them. Yes. I am uncertain afterward."
He managed to croak out, "Oh."
"There will always be something special between us, but I do not believe we can continue this relationship once my fever is gone," she explained.
"Would you want to if I was not your superior officer?" he asked.
"I do not know," she said. "I had not considered that since it is impossible."
"I see," he said. He felt foolish and decided not to press her further. "Are you done?" he asked.
She gave raised her eyebrow. She could tell he was in pain and wanted to comfort him, but she did not want to delude him into thinking there was more between them.
"Yes," she said.
"Will you need me again?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "But not until later today." She paused. "I wanted to spare your feelings further by being honest with you."
"I definitely know where you stand," he said. He stood up and walked over to the shower, got in, turned on the water and put his head against the wall.
T'Pol put on her clothes and walked into the bathroom.
"I am sorry for hurting you," she explained. She could tell he was upset, but couldn't sense it through their link. He put up a wall between them.
"I'll be back at about 1800, unless you need me. Feel free to stay here," he said.
She wanted to open the shower door, but sensed he needed some privacy. She walked out and made his bed.
He walked out with a towel around him. He walked over to the closet, got everything he needed to get dressed and went back in the bathroom without looking or talking with her.
When he left, he was dressed in his uniform.
"Captain, I wish to …," she realized her mistake.
He thought he couldn't feel any worse, but hearing his lover just call him by his rank, felt like a punch to the stomach. "Yes?" he asked, his face completely devoid of emotion.
"I did not mean to call you by your title. I intended to …," she began.
"That's okay. I'll see you tonight," he walked out before she could say anything else.
Chapter TenArcher didn't go by the dining room, he went directly to the bridge. He was already running behind and didn't feel very hungry.
He sat down in his chair, staring off into space for about ten minutes.
Hoshi looked up. "Everything okay, sir?" she asked.
"Huh? Oh, yes. Thanks," he said.
She eyed him. Everything was definitely not okay. He looked distracted and sad. Besides, he was usually jovial when he entered the bridge.
"Uhm, Lt. Reed, you have the bridge," he said. He went into his ready room and sulked. He looked over the reports he had to review and tossed them on his desk.
His door chimed.
"Come," he said hoarsely.
Commander Tucker looked over at him. "I wanted to find out how that little problem turned out?" he asked joyfully.
Archer faked a smile. "Great. Sorry, Trip. I don't know what I was thinking."
Trip noticed Jon didn't seem as happy as he would've expected. "Somethin' up?"
Archer tried to smile harder. "Nope. You know, just a lot of work piling up."
Trip nodded. "Well, does this mean you're going to further change your fraternization regs?" he asked grinning.
Archer forced a laugh.
"Are you sure nothing's goin' on?" asked Trip again.
"Yeah. Thanks, Trip," he said escorting him out of his office.
As the door shut, Trip looked over at Hoshi and shook his head.
Chapter ElevenArcher hadn't eaten lunch or dinner either. He tried to pour himself into his work, but would occasionally think about what she'd said and feel sorry for himself. He didn't want to feel sorry for himself; he just couldn't face reality. Last night and this morning felt like a dream.
Of course she was right. Of course they couldn't be more than friends. But, he'd wanted to. His feelings for her were more complex now.
He looked at the clock and noticed the time. He told T'Pol he'd be in his cabin by now. He could feel her desire for him begin. His head felt cloudy.
When he got back to his cabin he noticed dinner waiting for him. T'Pol had arranged for dinner to be brought to his cabin. She could tell he was hungry, but that had refused to eat.
She was dressed in a sleek black Vulcan robe, rather than the large bulky ones he was accustomed to seeing. "Are you well?" she asked.
"I'm fine, thanks," he said.
He looked at the meal. He had steak, wine and potatoes waiting for him. He looked up. "Thanks for arranging for dinner."
She walked toward him and put her hand to his cheek. "I noticed you were hungry. Why did you not eat today?" she asked.
"Didn't feel like it," he responded.
She kissed him, which he passionately returned. He kissed her neck and ears. "Tell me you want me," he whispered.
She was confused. "I do," she responded. "I do need you." She felt caught up in his lust.
"Tell me you want me, T'Pol," he said. His hands felt the curves of her body. He kissed her collarbone.
"Yes," she gasped. She began to unzip his uniform when he stepped away.
She looked confused. "I want you," she said.
He grabbed her in his arms and pulled at her robes. She was naked in front of him, trembling. She reached for his zipper and he stepped away.
He unzipped his uniform slowly in front of her, holding her eyes with his gaze. He slowly tugged at his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. She touched him and he stepped away. He removed his undergarments and stood in front of her.
She was shivering. He took her into his arms and kissed her wildly. His want for her was overwhelming and invading. His mouth and tongue touched almost every part of her body. She was gripping his shoulder to the point of pain. His picked her up and carried her to the bed.
His passion was almost uncontrolled. The yearning from him was dark, not like the tenderness he had shown her that morning. Grunts escaped his lips as he toppled onto her again and again. His head was curled into her neck.
She again took his head in her hands and looked in his eyes. She could see a torment there that was paining his heart. She could see he was trying desperately not to tell her he loved her. His mind was set on satisfying her. She could tell he was trying to meet her needs – give her what she wanted.
She gripped his shoulders and cried out softly. She was quaking from their embrace. With one last growl, he let his body slump onto hers and hugged her neck.
Her fingers ran through his hair. She kissed the side of his head. He lay on top of her in silence. He rolled off and looked up at the ceiling, wondering what he would say.
After several minutes, T'Pol spoke to him. "Jon, you asked me if you were not my superior officer if I would want to continue a relationship with you. I did not answer honestly," she said. "I would want to continue."
He looked into her eyes and then kissed her. He knew what she was thinking. 'But, he is my superior officer.'
He let some of the sadness go and decided to give himself to her until she no longer needed him.
"Will I always be able to hear your thoughts and feel your emotions?" he asked.
"I do not know. Vulcan scientists think it is impossible to meld with Humans. You have proven them wrong," she said.
He sighed. He hoped he would continue to hear the tickle of her thoughts. They seemed dream-like.
She furrowed her brow and he touched the point between them. He nibbled on her ear.
"When do we go back to being just friends?" he asked.
"Soon," she said.
"How soon?" he asked. He knew the answer. She needed to mate only once more to purge her fever.
"Tomorrow morning," she responded. "I believe I will need you once more."
He nodded. He smiled, "I better eat something. I want it to be something we remember."
Chapter TwelveArcher woke up tired. He scratched his head and looked over T'Pol.
They had decided that by morning, they would be friends. He resisted the urge to kiss her and got up to take a shower.
He walked out and saw T'Pol was awake.
"Hi," he said.
"Hello," she answered.
"Sleep okay?" he asked. He wanted to put his hands through her hair.
"Yes," she responded. "But, I am tired. And yourself?"
He grinned, "Definitely not enough sleep. But, it seems you were wrong about the number of times to satisfy you Pon Farr."
"I should probably leave. We have bridge duty in less than two hours," she said.
"Right," he agreed.
She stood up and put on her Vulcan robes, as Archer took one last precious view of her breath-taking body.
"Really," she said, hearing the licentious thoughts that were coming from his mind.
He shook his head. "Sorry. It's going to take some getting used to. Being your friend again, that is." He would miss being her lover. He enjoyed being with her. He wanted to touch her and smell her.
She looked at him with his towel around his waist. "Indeed." She had the same feelings.
She walked toward the door and he stood watching her. He put his fingers out, which she took eagerly.
"Thank you, Jon. I have grown … accustomed to you," she said sadly.
"I love you, T'Pol," he whispered.
She walked out, forgetting to check her disheveled hair. As she left, Ensign Mayweather walked down the hall. He wanted a chance to talk with the captain about what he'd seen earlier than week.
He shook his head at the idea of Sub-commander T'Pol leaving Archer's cabin. She seemed surprised to see him.
"Good morning, Ensign," she said with stoicism.
"Good morning, Sub-commander," he returned.
"The Captain and I were participating in meditation early this morning," she lied.
"Oh," he said. He knew there was a logical explanation.
"Are you going to see Captain Archer?" she asked.
"Yeah, I think I owe him an explanation about what he saw the other morning," said Travis. "I wanted to let him know that I'd taken care of the issue."
She nodded. "Good luck then." She walked off hoping she'd given Archer enough time to put on his uniform.
Mayweather rang the chime on the door. Archer zipped up his uniform, but something told him to take this conversation to the mess hall. He walked out, swishing the door behind him quickly.
Mayweather thought he saw a dining cart and candles. 'Impossible,' he told himself.
"Travis?" asked Archer cracking his voice slightly.
"Captain, I wanted to let you know something important."
"Walk with me to breakfast," Archer said already down the corridor.
"Sir, I wanted to let you know that I ended my affair with Ensign Fairbanks," said Travis quietly.
"Why?" he asked, stopping in the hall.
Travis looked shocked. "Because it's against regulations, sir."
Archer nodded continuing to walk. He entered the mess hall and headed for the dining room, motioning that Travis follow.
Travis seemed perplexed. Archer sat down and offered Travis a chair. "I have been mulling this over all week. Ensign Fairbanks is in Engineering, isn't she?" he asked.
"Yes," said Travis.
"How often do you work with her?" Archer asked.
"Never," said Mayweather.
"How'd you meet?" he asked.
Travis looked puzzled. "We were at movie night. She accidentally spilled her drink on me. She just looked so lovely. It was amazing how much we had in common. She grew up on a cargo ship. In fact, we think maybe we met before when I was younger. Things just took off from there."
"Sounds like you still care for her," said Archer.
Travis looked down. "I do."
Archer nodded. "Well, you know what I think you should do?"
Travis shook his head. "No, sir."
"I think you should go back and ask Ensign Fairbanks to see if she wants to have breakfast with you," he said.
Travis stuttered. "I … I … ddddon't think I heard you correctly."
"I said go invite her for breakfast. Maybe even take it to her cabin. She'd probably appreciate it."
"But, sir …."
"Some rules are meant to be broken. It's unrealistic to stay out in space for long periods of time without interactions between people here. Besides, you don't work together. There shouldn't be any problem."
Travis smiled.
"But, I'd like to keep this between us," he clarified as T'Pol entered the room.
She and Jon exchanged glances and she looked down.
"Better hurry, Travis. Your shift starts in about an hour," Archer said.
Travis bounded out the door with a grin.
Archer began to eat his breakfast. "I see you're going back to work," he said.
"Yes, I feel I can control most of my remaining emotions," she said. "I should not negatively impact the crew."
He pushed his food around with his fork. She could tell he was depressed.
"Sir, I have not reviewed the efficiency reports for the science section. I apologize. I will get those to you by 1000. In addition, I believe you and I should discuss the duty roster. It has been a day since we have rotated …."
"T'Pol," he protested.
"Captain?" she asked.
"Don't," he said. "I don't want to talk about work." He was thinking about putting his hand on hers. He sighed thinking it would be inappropriate. He wished he could forget everything that happened and go back to the way things were before.
"I could help you forget, if that is what you wish," said T'Pol, reading his thoughts.
He shook his head. "No. I want to remember." He paused. "I just don't know how I can handle this."
She understood this to be a rhetorical question.
He stood up. "I'll be on the bridge."
T'Pol began to quote a passage that Archer had asked her to read only days before from Midsummer Night's Dream:
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this,—and all is mended,—
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did
appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend;
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call:
So, good night unto you all.
T'Pol reached out her hand to say the last lines, "Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends."
He picked up her hand and kissed the palm. He turned away and left.Chapter Thirteen
Archer was on the bridge, drinking some coffee. He noticed T'Pol when she walked in.
She stared into her scanner, and began entering a few pieces of information into her console. She noticed he was looking at her, but decided not to look back.
She was still projecting thoughts onto him, but they were work-related. She had hardly noticed him sitting in the chair. She was concerned about being gone so long. And she was concerned about repairing her friendship with Hoshi.
"Captain, I will complete the duty roster and provide it to you at 1000," said T'Pol.
He nodded, chewing the inside of his lip. "You have the bridge, Sub-commander."
She nodded and he walked into his ready room.
As the door shut he slumped into his chair and put his head in his hands. He sighed, rubbing his chin. He realized he'd forgotten to shave this morning.
'Perhaps this is why Starfleet has regulations against relationships,' thought Archer as he stood. He looked out the window and then put his head against the glass.
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