Logical Emotion
Disclaimer: The characters expressed in this work of fiction, are the property of Paramount, Rick Berman, Branna Braga. I borrowed them simply for my own enjoyment and I am not making any money off then so please don/t sue!
Spoilers: Impulse, Exile, and anything else A/T'P related
Parings: A/T'P are there any others?
Rated: PG 13?
After receiving information concerning T'Pol's saftey, Archer must look inside himself to save her. g This story was written post Impulse, and Exile (For the language reference that Tarquin gave to Hoshi, did anyone else think that they built the Expanse?) this is my first fanfiction, so constructive criticism is always welcome, no flames please. I am not a T/T'P paring fan, friendship is ok, so if your into them turn back now.
Now, onto the story!
Captain Jonathan Archer, sat in is chair trying in vain to focus on the PADD in front
of him. His thoughts ventured once again towards the object that brought him great joy
and great pain simultaneously. T'Pol. He wondered when he stopped referring to her as
Sub Commander T'Pol, granted that she was no longer part of the Vulcan High
Command that was beside the point. When he started referring to her as simply T'Pol.
His T'Pol Shaking out of his reverie, Jonathan stood. That train of thought took him to a
dangerous place, a place where he found feelings that he wasn't willing to admit to.
"Was she right?" He turned towards his dog,
"Destroying the Seleya , was the only thing left to do, and as much as I didn't want to.
Those people couldn't be saved, and damnit if I was going to let her stay there any
longer. Sighing he returned to his chair, and tried for the third time to read the PADD in front of
him.
"T'Pol to Captain Archer" came the decidedly feminine voice, filling the room. Speak
of the devil, Archer thought with a sigh.
"Go ahead T'Pol."
"Captain, have you eaten yet this evening?"
"I was going to a little later T'Pol, why do you ask?"
"I was heading down to the mess hall. I have just finished analyzing and extrapolating the data both you and Ensign Sato, collected. Perhaps you would like to review it?"
"Alright, give me a few minutes and I will join you shortly."
"Captain, I apologize for the inconvenience.. If you are otherwise occupied, I can drop the information by at a later date."
"Nonsense T'Pol, I would love to have dinner with you. Archer out."
With a smile Jonathan, returned the PADD to his desk. Tomorrow's another day he
thought with a smile. Then his smile froze, remembering his earlier thoughts. Tonight
would be very interesting. Captain Archer hurried out of his quarters, his doors closing
with a swoosh. Tonight would be very interesting indeed.
Chapter 2
As Jonathan, entered the Captain's mess, his eyes ventured to the reason he was here so
late in the evening, the object of his affections. T'Pol. As usual, she was looking lovely
and graceful. This time her cat suit uniform consisted of a soft pale pink with white trim.
As her eyes came to meet his, he fleetingly saw a trace of apprehension in their
brown/green depths. A frown etched itself across his handsome face.
"What is the matter T'Pol" his eyes filled with worry and concern.
"I assure you I am fine, Captain." She said as she stood and move towards the window.
"Your lying."
She whirled around surprised.
"What did you say?" Her tone though carefully controlled was slightly surprised.
"You heard me," he said stepping towards her "You say your fine but it doesn't reach your eyes. You may be able to fool most with that Vulcan mask of yours T'Pol but not me. Now please tell me what is wrong."
"I assure you that it is nothing," she said averting her eyes.
"T'Pol, I'm here for you, what's wrong? He pleaded gripping her slim shoulders.
"Captain," she started pleading with him, as she focused her eyes meeting his, he was startled at the emotion he found there.
"Bridge to Captain Archer," Hoshi's voice filled the room. As Archer released T'Pol and made his way towards the comm., he was still astounded at the emotion in the eyes of his beautiful first officer.
"Archer here, go ahead."
"Sir, scans have picked up an inhabited planet approximately 9.6 light years away. The scans suggests that there are heavy concentrations of diverse populations."
"Amara." T'Pol said quietly.
"Amara?"
"Mame?" Hoshi's voice illustrated her confusion
"Amara, a highly diverse, culturally unique society. Or so I have heard, from Scans submitted by the Seleya (A/N I know this wasn't the original Vulcan ships name but I can't remember it.) Amara, is thought to be a gossip planet, little goes on without the Amaran's knowledge."
" This may be a good place to find further information about the Xindi." Archer said.
"Ensign set a course."
"Aye Sir."
"Ensign," T'Pol offered "Please transmit the scans you have taken so far of Amara, to my quarters, so that I may prepare myself and the crew."
"Aye Mame Hoshi out."
Once again Archer turned towards T'Pol determined to discover what was troubling his normally self controlled Science Officer.
"Alright, spill it."
"Captain?"
"It's a figure of speech T'Pol," Archer said with a smile, "what's the matter."
"I assure you that I am fine now. I am having difficulty controlling my emotions at times, it is a residual affect of the Trellium D. I thank you for your support and concern and assure you that it will not affect my work." T'Pol said once again composed., as she turned towards the door.
"I don't buy it, and your work wasn't my concern T'Pol you were." Jonathan said with a sigh.
"I care about you too Captain." T'Pol said with more then a note of affection in her voice.
As she left the mess hall the doors swooshing behind her. Leaving a very stunned
Jonathan Archer standing in the middle of the room with an expression of awe on his
handsome face.
Chapter 3
Sleep would not come to Archer, this evening. He tossed and turned replaying the
conversation between himself and T'Pol earlier in the mess hall
"I assure you that I am fine now. I am having difficulty controlling my emotions at times, it is a residual affect of the Trellium D. I thank you for your support and concern and assure you that it will not affect my work." .
"I don't buy it, and your work wasn't my concern T'Pol you were"
"I care about you too Captain."
Suddenly, Jonathan stilled feeling that he was no longer alone. Jerking awake he sat bolt upright.
"Who's there?"
"You were right to worry about her Captain" came a familiar voice from the living room.
"Daniel's?" Said a stunned Archer, entering his darkened living room.
"Computer lights." As he focused oh the man before him. Jonathan was worried at the sadness in the man's eyes.
"What is it?"
"You were right to worry ."
"About who? T'Pol?"
"Yes"
"Why, what is wrong with her? What do you know?" He said his voice catching.
"Be careful on this planet Captain, it isn't completely what it appears."
"Are they dangerous, will they help us?"
"Not to you or any human captain, on the contrary you will be well received." Daniel's said although Archer got the feeling that he was hiding something.
"T'Pol?" he said with dread
"All I can say is be careful Captain..I can't explain..I will show you"
FLASH
Jonathan's eyes focused and he was no longer in his quarters or aboard Enterprise. Instead he was standing in what could only be described as a tropical paradise. Looking at his outfit, he was somewhat surprised at the skimpiness of it, it was basically a swimsuit made of more traditional material. He also discovered that he was no longer alone surrounding him were other members of his crew, all in simple colourful bathing outfits.
"Captain Archer?"
Turning at the sound of the unfamiliar voice he saw what he assumed to be an Amaran as T'Pol called them.
"Yes,"
"We are more then pleased to help you in your quest to find The Xindi, here are star charts of know Xindi colonies within this and a nearby region."
"Thank you, we are very grateful. Tell me what we can do for you."
"We are happy to help all we ask is that you help us pay off a debt, it wont cost you anything."
"What is it?" asked Archer, with an uneasy feeling.
"The Vulcan"
A silhouetted figure one that Jonathan couldn't make out, but still seemed familiar stepped out of the shadows and pulled a phaser. Before Jonathan had a chance to react, they pulled the trigger.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Jonathan cried as if in pain as T'Pol vanished before his eyes
"T'Pol" he cried as he reached her crumpled body frantically scanning for a pulse but, it was in vain. His beautiful strong T'Pol was dead.
"NO!" Archer cried, gasping for breath, "T'Pol!"
Whirling, Archer realized that he was back in his quarters, he raced for the Comm on his
wall.
"Archer to T'Pol!" He yelled into the comm
"T'Pol here, Captain are you alright?"
"Fine T'Pol, now. Archer out."
Archer sagged wearily against the wall, what did this all mean. More importantly, how could he save T'Pol?
Disclaimer: The characters expressed in this work of fiction, are the property of Paramount, Rick Berman, Branna Braga. I borrowed them simply for my own enjoyment and I am not making any money off then so please don/t sue!
Spoilers: Impulse, Exile, and anything else A/T'P related
Parings: A/T'P are there any others?
Rated: PG 13?
After receiving information concerning T'Pol's saftey, Archer must look inside himself to save her. g This story was written post Impulse, and Exile (For the language reference that Tarquin gave to Hoshi, did anyone else think that they built the Expanse?) this is my first fanfiction, so constructive criticism is always welcome, no flames please. I am not a T/T'P paring fan, friendship is ok, so if your into them turn back now.
Now, onto the story!
Captain Jonathan Archer, sat in is chair trying in vain to focus on the PADD in front
of him. His thoughts ventured once again towards the object that brought him great joy
and great pain simultaneously. T'Pol. He wondered when he stopped referring to her as
Sub Commander T'Pol, granted that she was no longer part of the Vulcan High
Command that was beside the point. When he started referring to her as simply T'Pol.
His T'Pol Shaking out of his reverie, Jonathan stood. That train of thought took him to a
dangerous place, a place where he found feelings that he wasn't willing to admit to.
"Was she right?" He turned towards his dog,
"Destroying the Seleya , was the only thing left to do, and as much as I didn't want to.
Those people couldn't be saved, and damnit if I was going to let her stay there any
longer. Sighing he returned to his chair, and tried for the third time to read the PADD in front of
him.
"T'Pol to Captain Archer" came the decidedly feminine voice, filling the room. Speak
of the devil, Archer thought with a sigh.
"Go ahead T'Pol."
"Captain, have you eaten yet this evening?"
"I was going to a little later T'Pol, why do you ask?"
"I was heading down to the mess hall. I have just finished analyzing and extrapolating the data both you and Ensign Sato, collected. Perhaps you would like to review it?"
"Alright, give me a few minutes and I will join you shortly."
"Captain, I apologize for the inconvenience.. If you are otherwise occupied, I can drop the information by at a later date."
"Nonsense T'Pol, I would love to have dinner with you. Archer out."
With a smile Jonathan, returned the PADD to his desk. Tomorrow's another day he
thought with a smile. Then his smile froze, remembering his earlier thoughts. Tonight
would be very interesting. Captain Archer hurried out of his quarters, his doors closing
with a swoosh. Tonight would be very interesting indeed.
Chapter 2
As Jonathan, entered the Captain's mess, his eyes ventured to the reason he was here so
late in the evening, the object of his affections. T'Pol. As usual, she was looking lovely
and graceful. This time her cat suit uniform consisted of a soft pale pink with white trim.
As her eyes came to meet his, he fleetingly saw a trace of apprehension in their
brown/green depths. A frown etched itself across his handsome face.
"What is the matter T'Pol" his eyes filled with worry and concern.
"I assure you I am fine, Captain." She said as she stood and move towards the window.
"Your lying."
She whirled around surprised.
"What did you say?" Her tone though carefully controlled was slightly surprised.
"You heard me," he said stepping towards her "You say your fine but it doesn't reach your eyes. You may be able to fool most with that Vulcan mask of yours T'Pol but not me. Now please tell me what is wrong."
"I assure you that it is nothing," she said averting her eyes.
"T'Pol, I'm here for you, what's wrong? He pleaded gripping her slim shoulders.
"Captain," she started pleading with him, as she focused her eyes meeting his, he was startled at the emotion he found there.
"Bridge to Captain Archer," Hoshi's voice filled the room. As Archer released T'Pol and made his way towards the comm., he was still astounded at the emotion in the eyes of his beautiful first officer.
"Archer here, go ahead."
"Sir, scans have picked up an inhabited planet approximately 9.6 light years away. The scans suggests that there are heavy concentrations of diverse populations."
"Amara." T'Pol said quietly.
"Amara?"
"Mame?" Hoshi's voice illustrated her confusion
"Amara, a highly diverse, culturally unique society. Or so I have heard, from Scans submitted by the Seleya (A/N I know this wasn't the original Vulcan ships name but I can't remember it.) Amara, is thought to be a gossip planet, little goes on without the Amaran's knowledge."
" This may be a good place to find further information about the Xindi." Archer said.
"Ensign set a course."
"Aye Sir."
"Ensign," T'Pol offered "Please transmit the scans you have taken so far of Amara, to my quarters, so that I may prepare myself and the crew."
"Aye Mame Hoshi out."
Once again Archer turned towards T'Pol determined to discover what was troubling his normally self controlled Science Officer.
"Alright, spill it."
"Captain?"
"It's a figure of speech T'Pol," Archer said with a smile, "what's the matter."
"I assure you that I am fine now. I am having difficulty controlling my emotions at times, it is a residual affect of the Trellium D. I thank you for your support and concern and assure you that it will not affect my work." T'Pol said once again composed., as she turned towards the door.
"I don't buy it, and your work wasn't my concern T'Pol you were." Jonathan said with a sigh.
"I care about you too Captain." T'Pol said with more then a note of affection in her voice.
As she left the mess hall the doors swooshing behind her. Leaving a very stunned
Jonathan Archer standing in the middle of the room with an expression of awe on his
handsome face.
Chapter 3
Sleep would not come to Archer, this evening. He tossed and turned replaying the
conversation between himself and T'Pol earlier in the mess hall
"I assure you that I am fine now. I am having difficulty controlling my emotions at times, it is a residual affect of the Trellium D. I thank you for your support and concern and assure you that it will not affect my work." .
"I don't buy it, and your work wasn't my concern T'Pol you were"
"I care about you too Captain."
Suddenly, Jonathan stilled feeling that he was no longer alone. Jerking awake he sat bolt upright.
"Who's there?"
"You were right to worry about her Captain" came a familiar voice from the living room.
"Daniel's?" Said a stunned Archer, entering his darkened living room.
"Computer lights." As he focused oh the man before him. Jonathan was worried at the sadness in the man's eyes.
"What is it?"
"You were right to worry ."
"About who? T'Pol?"
"Yes"
"Why, what is wrong with her? What do you know?" He said his voice catching.
"Be careful on this planet Captain, it isn't completely what it appears."
"Are they dangerous, will they help us?"
"Not to you or any human captain, on the contrary you will be well received." Daniel's said although Archer got the feeling that he was hiding something.
"T'Pol?" he said with dread
"All I can say is be careful Captain..I can't explain..I will show you"
FLASH
Jonathan's eyes focused and he was no longer in his quarters or aboard Enterprise. Instead he was standing in what could only be described as a tropical paradise. Looking at his outfit, he was somewhat surprised at the skimpiness of it, it was basically a swimsuit made of more traditional material. He also discovered that he was no longer alone surrounding him were other members of his crew, all in simple colourful bathing outfits.
"Captain Archer?"
Turning at the sound of the unfamiliar voice he saw what he assumed to be an Amaran as T'Pol called them.
"Yes,"
"We are more then pleased to help you in your quest to find The Xindi, here are star charts of know Xindi colonies within this and a nearby region."
"Thank you, we are very grateful. Tell me what we can do for you."
"We are happy to help all we ask is that you help us pay off a debt, it wont cost you anything."
"What is it?" asked Archer, with an uneasy feeling.
"The Vulcan"
A silhouetted figure one that Jonathan couldn't make out, but still seemed familiar stepped out of the shadows and pulled a phaser. Before Jonathan had a chance to react, they pulled the trigger.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Jonathan cried as if in pain as T'Pol vanished before his eyes
"T'Pol" he cried as he reached her crumpled body frantically scanning for a pulse but, it was in vain. His beautiful strong T'Pol was dead.
"NO!" Archer cried, gasping for breath, "T'Pol!"
Whirling, Archer realized that he was back in his quarters, he raced for the Comm on his
wall.
"Archer to T'Pol!" He yelled into the comm
"T'Pol here, Captain are you alright?"
"Fine T'Pol, now. Archer out."
Archer sagged wearily against the wall, what did this all mean. More importantly, how could he save T'Pol?
