Author: Becky

Title: Somewhere Along The Line

Codes: Haven't quite decided yet.. But I know SOMETHING in it will be T/T J can't go without T/T

Disclaimer: I own no part of this story except the plot line.. I own none of the characters or settings… J I either made um up and don't care, like my planet, or they belong to someone else!

Summery: Somewhere along the line somethin' happened…. Great summery I know… don't taught the uncreative girl….

A/N Ok, there is quite a bit of description of characters, but that is only because I hope to potentially turn this in for an English assignment at school, so My teacher wants character development and descriptions or else I will get a bad grade, and I like it with the description anyway, But reading fan fics with a lot of it is really annoying that way, so just bear with me here…. And I KNOW that T'Pol is acting ooc! I KNOW!!! It is on purpose!

A/N 2, JUST SO YOU KNOW T'Pol's illness is in NO way connected to ANYTHING in "Stigma" DIFFERENT illness ENTIRELY, I made it up all by myself, aren't you proud.. Yeah…. Anyway….

Somewhere Along The Line

Creeping in the dark, T'Pol, darted from tree to tree; she couldn't be found: she would hurt someone if they found her. The sound of her footsteps crunching leaves as she fled, feet shaking the ground with every new volley.

Her heart pounding in her chest, breathing fast and short. She had to get out. Running across the forest floor she tripped on a stump jutting out of the ground. She fell to the ground, but quickly crawled to the nearest tree.

She struggled to stand but all her strength was gone. 'This is illogical' her remaining sanity told her. 'Why am I running?' She curled up into a ball to deflect some of the pouring rain reverberating on her soft dirtied skin, her olive complexion all gone pale with the sickness that had infected her.

Tears ran down her face; her sobbing silenced by roaring sound of thunder above her.

"T'Pol," a voice cried out in the distance, whoever it was had to get away.

"T'Pol!" it cried out once more. Whoever it was, was closer this time. She could hear the leaves crunching under his feet, he was close. T'Pol curled up into a ball and hoped he wouldn't see her, she knew who it was.

"T'Pol," the voice was softer this time, he crouched next to her and put his hand on her arm.

"Go away!" She screamed through her arms, refusing to look him in the eye. "Leave me alone! I don't need your help!"

"T'Pol! I'm not leaving you here for them to find you! I'll do what they ask if you will," he spoke strictly but kindly at the same time.

T'Pol finally looked up into his blue eyes, he was so different, loving, caring, emotional. She did not indulge in emotions, yet here she was, running with fear, terrified. 'I am Vulcan, this is not right,' she chided herself, 'I should not be acting this way'

"You would do this for me?" She finally answered, voice cracking with a new set of tear welling up in her eyes, tickling down her face washing away with the rain.

"T'Pol, I would be… honored," he reassured her. He placed a hand on her bare shoulder feeling her skin burning with fever.

She shrugged him off and curled into an even tighter ball, pulling at her dress. "Don't touch me… Please." As she spoke the words caused a new string of tears accompanied by sniffling sobs.

"T'Pol, have you been… Crying?" The thought shocked even him, although her condition would cause such emotional outbursts, he still never expected to see her crying. Though outwardly the only difference between her people and humans being Vulcans' pointed ears, as one may expect to see on an elf, their mentality was far different. Vulcans hid their emotions deep down in the farthest reaches of their souls where only someone very familiar with them could see the emotions for what they were. The Vulcans strived for order and logic above all; leading some to believe they find themselves superior to all others, when in fact they simply follow rules and rituals to extreme measures.

Having known T'Pol for several years he understood this. Her current behavior on the other hand, quickly becoming more than he could handle, was very unlike her. The demands their "friends" gave them the Tarlikians, a culture also very emphatic when it came to rules, where hard for humans to deal with, but not T'Pol, she kept a very tight lid on her emotions. Yet here she was balling her eyes out.

After looking in his eyes for moments that felt like years she turned away. "You can't do that for me… I won't let you throw away any chance to be happy." Even thinking such things made her choke up. More than anything she wished him to be happy, happy enough for the both of them.

"T'Pol! Do you think I would be unhappy in this case?" He spoke softly and stroked her cheek with his hand.

All she could do was look away from him; she couldn't stand to look at him directly. She had begun to regain control of some of her emotions, though the virus still surged through her system stimulating her emotions, getting them to the surface, amplifying them until they where too strong to resist and she gave in.

He took her silence as answer and grabbed her hands, prying them off the skirt of her dress, holding her hands as they where clenched in tight fists. When she finally looked up at him he looked into her eyes and told her, "T'Pol, I can't think of anyone who could make me happier, please, do this for yourself, and if not that, do this for me."

T'Pol gazed into his eyes for a little while longer before answering. "If that is what you wish Commander…"

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A/N…. ok I know…. What the H*** was that and why did ya just waste your time reading' it….. Well just hope that part 2 is better right! Yeah….

Please R&R