He Promised
Key
Sentences/ words that are boldand in italics, are direct thoughts.
Random italic words in a sentence are emphasis.
"Italics with speech marks" signify that what is being said within the speech marks is some distance away.
Bold is Onomatopoeia.
"Bold, italic, and speech marks" signify telepathic speech.
The key does not always apply to all fics
A/N- A fix the finale fic.
Disclaimer- This is my story and therefore I have the right to bring Trip back to life- even if I don't own the characters.
Chapter 1- Voices
T'Pol meant what she said, Archer looked heroic. She was proud of him, and what he had achieved. She was sorry, though, that she hadn't hugged him back; He had been her friend for ten years, but the truth was, she wished it had been Trip who had hugged her. Wish he still was hugging her; she needed to feel his arms around her, needed to put hers around him. And she would never let go.
She wished they had never drifted apart to begin with, wished they wouldn't have had to tell each other that they would miss the other, instead, they should have declared their love for one another- they should have been allowed the chance to live out their lives together- with Elizabeth… as a family.
Instead he was dead, along with their daughter, and before that, her mother. Now she was alone. And he… he had promised her that they would see each other again- and she had counted on that, trusted it…
But Trip had died. He was gone.
T'Pol looked up when she heard cheering coming from outside, and saw the newly appointed Admiral Archer walk through the door, the two people following him went unnoticed by T'Pol.
"He promised…" She told herself, crouching on the floor and rocking in an attempt to comfort herself.
"He promised…" She said again, drawing in a deep shuddering breath. "On the way to Rigel… I said… I asked if he misses me… he…h-h-he said yes, and I said I w-would miss him when we went on o-ou-r diff-erent assign-ments and that we'd pr… we'd probably never see each other again… and… and he promised… he promised…" She broke off into heaving sobs. "He left me, he left me…"
"I will never leave you…"
T'Pol stopped. She was sure she had just heard Trip…
"Commander," Archer said as the door to the room swished open. "I'd like you to meet Mr and Mrs Tucker…"
T'Pol stood up and held out a hand to render him silent.
"T'Pol?" Archer asked her, wondering what was going on. Why was she on the floor, and why had she motioned for him to shut up? And were those tears on her face?
"T'Pol, what's going on?"
Her arm dropped to her side, and she opened the eyes she had closed. "I heard him. He said…" She glanced at the Captain's concerned face. "Never mind," she turned away and wrapped her arms around herself.
"Maybe you're going crazy," a familiar accent said, though the voice was off. When T'Pol looked at the speaker, she saw the strange man. Wait- not so strange, the Captain had said that Trip's parents had come to visit. That must be his father. Trip looked more like his mother, though Charles Tucker II reminded her of someone else.
Getting to her feet, she studied him further; it was his eyes that held her the most. Then it hit her. "Lorian," she breathed.
"Who's Lorian?" Tucker 2 asked.
"Someone we met in the expanse," Archer informed him, having seen that T'Pol had already turned away, and didn't appear to hear the question. He was also not sure how much T'Pol wanted Trip's parents to know. It would be uncomfortable for her if they start to believe that his two commanders had something between them. But judging how lost T'Pol seemed now that Trip was gone, maybe they had.
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