Title: A Unique Kind of House Call
Rating:PG-13
Codes: T'Pol/Phlox
Disclaimer: Their not mine. Never were, never will be. That said, on with the story.
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Phlox's head popped up from his experiment, as the hiss of the sickbay doors announced a new arrival. A feverish looking Vulcan entered the room.
'Sub-Commander, what seems to be the problem?' Phlox asked as her lead the ailing science officer towards a biobed.
'I seem to be running a slight elevated body temperature and have been experiencing small bouts of dizziness', T'Pol replied, a slight waver in her usually dead pan voice. Phlox noticed the small loss of control but said nothing as he filed the information away for later contemplation.
'And when did these symptoms begin to occur?' He inquired as he ran a medical scanner over her body.
'Approximately two days ago. I noticed it upon waking.'
'Why didn't you come to me sooner?' Phlox demanded, annoyed she had waited so long. Vulcans! He thought. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised.
'I thought I could resolve this minor affliction through meditation.' T'Pol responded, hints of annoyance in her voice.
'Obviously it didn't work.' He stated, then lapsed into silence as he studied the results of T'Pol's scans.
'Hmmm.,' T'Pol glanced up at the focused expression upon Phlox's face, 'there seems to be a slight chemical imbalance in your preoccipital lobe.' Phlox announced, a finger tapping his pursed lips. Still studying his readouts, Phlox missed T'Pol's expression the shocked realisation. 'I'll have to get you to lie down. I'll need to take some more detailed scans.'
'That won't be necessary.' T'Pol interrupted as she slide off the biobed and stood. 'I believe this can be resolved with some careful meditation.'
Phlox looked up quickly from his instruments, confusion marring his face.
'But, T'Pol.. You said that meditation didn't work."
'I did not claim that my meditation failed. I just require more time and privacy to meditate upon it satisfactorily. I will request some personal time from Captain Archer to work upon this. There is a Vulcan healing ritual that can be used in this circumstance.' She spoke carefully. Turning away from Phlox, she headed for the exit. Knowing he wouldn't be able to win the argument with her, he spoke, 'I'll put you on medical leave instead. That way you won't have to explain any personal issues to Captain Archer. You are to come to me if your symptoms persist.'
'That won't be necessary. Thank you, doctor.' Noticing his worried expression she continued. 'Do not concern yourself further.' Then she turned and left sickbay. Phlox focused once more upon the scans of T'Pol, looking into the mystery with finer detail.
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Phlox jerked his head up from the screen in front of him, a theory working its way into his head. He then returned to his research with more vigour, now with an idea what to look for.
Continued in part 2.
Rating:PG-13
Codes: T'Pol/Phlox
Disclaimer: Their not mine. Never were, never will be. That said, on with the story.
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Phlox's head popped up from his experiment, as the hiss of the sickbay doors announced a new arrival. A feverish looking Vulcan entered the room.
'Sub-Commander, what seems to be the problem?' Phlox asked as her lead the ailing science officer towards a biobed.
'I seem to be running a slight elevated body temperature and have been experiencing small bouts of dizziness', T'Pol replied, a slight waver in her usually dead pan voice. Phlox noticed the small loss of control but said nothing as he filed the information away for later contemplation.
'And when did these symptoms begin to occur?' He inquired as he ran a medical scanner over her body.
'Approximately two days ago. I noticed it upon waking.'
'Why didn't you come to me sooner?' Phlox demanded, annoyed she had waited so long. Vulcans! He thought. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised.
'I thought I could resolve this minor affliction through meditation.' T'Pol responded, hints of annoyance in her voice.
'Obviously it didn't work.' He stated, then lapsed into silence as he studied the results of T'Pol's scans.
'Hmmm.,' T'Pol glanced up at the focused expression upon Phlox's face, 'there seems to be a slight chemical imbalance in your preoccipital lobe.' Phlox announced, a finger tapping his pursed lips. Still studying his readouts, Phlox missed T'Pol's expression the shocked realisation. 'I'll have to get you to lie down. I'll need to take some more detailed scans.'
'That won't be necessary.' T'Pol interrupted as she slide off the biobed and stood. 'I believe this can be resolved with some careful meditation.'
Phlox looked up quickly from his instruments, confusion marring his face.
'But, T'Pol.. You said that meditation didn't work."
'I did not claim that my meditation failed. I just require more time and privacy to meditate upon it satisfactorily. I will request some personal time from Captain Archer to work upon this. There is a Vulcan healing ritual that can be used in this circumstance.' She spoke carefully. Turning away from Phlox, she headed for the exit. Knowing he wouldn't be able to win the argument with her, he spoke, 'I'll put you on medical leave instead. That way you won't have to explain any personal issues to Captain Archer. You are to come to me if your symptoms persist.'
'That won't be necessary. Thank you, doctor.' Noticing his worried expression she continued. 'Do not concern yourself further.' Then she turned and left sickbay. Phlox focused once more upon the scans of T'Pol, looking into the mystery with finer detail.
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Phlox jerked his head up from the screen in front of him, a theory working its way into his head. He then returned to his research with more vigour, now with an idea what to look for.
Continued in part 2.