Title: Ears
Category: Pure fluff.
Codes: Seems A/T at first, but is a true T/Tu
Rating: G
A/N: There is a second chapter to this!!! Should be up by tomorrow….
Ears
Sickbay was silent, save for the steady pulsing of a few monitors. The lights were dim, the room a vague shadow around him.
To an observer, this atmosphere would seem dreary and depressing. Not to him. The silence was calming, soothing, as it meant that there weren't any problems demanding his attention. Silence was precious in the life of a starship captain.
Further inside the room, a door swished open, and out stepped a Denobulan. "You may see her now." he said.
Jonathon Archer got up, and took long strides to the other side of the room. Stepping over the threshold, he could his see his science officer, T'Pol.
She lay silent on the bed, eyes closed in a dreamless rest. Next to her sat an incubator, holding a newborn child.
Jonathon peered inside, and looked down at the sleeping boy. Dirty blonde locks decorated his sclap, and tiny hands were balled into fists at his sides.
"He's beautiful." he whispered.
T'Pol's eyes fluttered opened, and looked over to where he was standing. "He looks like his father."
Archer smiled and directed his attention to her. "Have you and Trip thought of a name yet?"
"No, but he keeps pushing Charles the IV." she said, offering a wan smile. Smiling was one of the only habits she was prone to, and not often. But he didn't blame her, after spending eight years on an Earth shop, some things were bound to change.
He looked back down to the boy, and a smile crept onto his lips. A soft laugh soon followed, leaving T'Pol puzzled.
"What is it?" she asked.
"I've found the answer." he said cryptically, still wearing the same smile.
"To what?"
"That a human and Vulcan child would have pointed ears!"
*Well, that was sappy. But everyone's got a few of those in them... right?
Anyways, there is a second part to this, and it should be up by tomorrow. Don't forget to tell me what you think of it!*