Disclaimer: The wonderful characters of Enterprise are not mine. I, like
others, simply borrow them once in a while.
Did anyone else notice the way T'Pol watched Trip enter the bridge during Minefield? I certainly did so this little story is about what she was thinking at that moment. Please forgive any errors, etc.
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The turbolift door slid open and he appeared. She felt her heart quicken it's beat. He was covered with soot and grime from head to foot and his face shone with a layer of sweat but he still managed to take her breath away. Her Vulcan eyes watched him walk tiredly to stand in front of her station, his back to her. He was speaking to the captain but she wasn't really as focused on what he was saying as she should have been. She could smell his perspiration and the grime that clung to him but it didn't repulse her like it would have had it been anyone else. She watched his movements closely, unable to take her eyes off of him. She noted the messy, sweat-soaked blonde hair and the way it stood up at the crown. Then he was moving to his station across the bridge from her. She watched him walk away from her, noting as he did how his uniform accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist and hips. Then he sat and looked back at her. The blue light from the monitor lit up his face and his eyes. He quickly looked down and began to work. She sighed softly and returned to her own work, silently reprimanding herself for her thoughts. He was an illogical, highly emotional human male. Having any affection for him was simply not logical. Yet.....she glanced up briefly again, stealing another look. How could he be so appealing to her, especially as disheveled as he currently appeared? She quickly pushed her thoughts aside and tried to focus on her current task. A moment later, she managed to steal just one more glance, then the Romulans appeared....
Did anyone else notice the way T'Pol watched Trip enter the bridge during Minefield? I certainly did so this little story is about what she was thinking at that moment. Please forgive any errors, etc.
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The turbolift door slid open and he appeared. She felt her heart quicken it's beat. He was covered with soot and grime from head to foot and his face shone with a layer of sweat but he still managed to take her breath away. Her Vulcan eyes watched him walk tiredly to stand in front of her station, his back to her. He was speaking to the captain but she wasn't really as focused on what he was saying as she should have been. She could smell his perspiration and the grime that clung to him but it didn't repulse her like it would have had it been anyone else. She watched his movements closely, unable to take her eyes off of him. She noted the messy, sweat-soaked blonde hair and the way it stood up at the crown. Then he was moving to his station across the bridge from her. She watched him walk away from her, noting as he did how his uniform accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist and hips. Then he sat and looked back at her. The blue light from the monitor lit up his face and his eyes. He quickly looked down and began to work. She sighed softly and returned to her own work, silently reprimanding herself for her thoughts. He was an illogical, highly emotional human male. Having any affection for him was simply not logical. Yet.....she glanced up briefly again, stealing another look. How could he be so appealing to her, especially as disheveled as he currently appeared? She quickly pushed her thoughts aside and tried to focus on her current task. A moment later, she managed to steal just one more glance, then the Romulans appeared....