Ok so this is a little piece that I'm trying out I don't know if its going to be any good but I've got the time, maybe not the talent… This takes place after Kir'shara ok but I'm totally ignoring the parts with T'Pol's mother where she dies, nothing is know about T'Pol's father ok maybe there is but I haven't herd about it, this is my theory.
Meditating? The small women sat in sparse quarters surrounded by candles, she still followed some of her roots although others where coming more to light.
She sat there thinking about which one would best fit her lifestyle, a part of it gave her no self-control and freedom while the other offered little in freedom and a lot in control.
Her heritage had never been in question, but she realized that having a Romulan father might be the reason the Vulcan's decided to place her on a human ship, probably thought she would be the most comfortable there.
For three years on Enterprise no one had asked her about it they all just assumed by the pointy ears and the green blood, not that it made much of difference the humans knew little about the Romulans.
Romulans and Vulcans where close enough in genetics that you wouldn't be able to tell the difference even if you pointed a medical scanner at her.
The fact that her father was from Romulus, was classified information and only a select few knew about it.
Her mother had let her choose the path that she wished to take either follow in her father's footsteps or her mothers.
It had been a very hard decision: she loved her father, although sometimes he was rather loud and violent, but she had always wanted to be like T'Mir and go to earth and learn about humans/ terrans.
T'Pol sat waiting for Commander Tucker, he was late again, not that she minded but she did have other things to do… like sleep, after all the conferences, debriefings and meeting with adorian representatives the week had left her tired, and need she say it weak.
After Koss had released her from her marriage the first person she had told was the Commander, he had been ecstatic.
T'Pol feared that she would never understand the human.
It had been weeks since their last neuro-pressure session and for the most time she hadn't been able to sleep.
The sessions had helped her as much as it helped the commander, but the recent lack of had left her to face her nightmares and she had lost a considerable amount of weight because of it.
The sound of ringing took her out of her thoughts, with her keen sense of hearing she herd pacing on the other end.
She knew who it was of course after her and the commander had mated she could pinpoint his exact location in a heartbeat though it left her confused.
"Come in." The commander walked in, once again wearing those gray sweat pants and red shirt, she guessed that, that was what he went to sleep in.
"Hey T'Pol" He was uncomfortable, after they had returned from Vulcan, he had been avoiding her like the plague but now that she wasn't married anymore, well it was as if they were back to square one, uncomfortable silence.
"Commander. Please lay down on your stomach." She motioned at the floor.
"Uh right." He took off his shirt and got on the floor, he grabbed a pillow to make himself more comfortable.
"You know T'Pol, when are you ever going to start calling me Trip?" He shifted a little as T'Pol sat a little above his rear end.
"I will not call you Trip since it is not your name." She explained she put a little bit of pressure on a neural node while increasing it as seconds ticked by.
"Well Commander is not my name." Trip took a deep breath to concentrate ever since he found out that she wasn't married anymore all he'd want to do was kiss her senseless.
"Yes I am away of that, but you do not like being called MR Tucker, and you never gave me permission to call you by your first name."
Trip groaned, T'Pol had just hit THE spot, and he had lost all train of thought.
"huh? You were saying T'Pol?"
T'Pol was very well aware that when she touched him in what she now called the sweet spot that he couldn't make any coherent thought.
"You were inviting me on a Date Mr. Tucker," T'Pol knew very well this was a lie but the commander hadn't invited her to movie night or any other ship function in quite a while.
"Oh right, well there's this really good book I'm reading and was wondering if you would like to read it with me, kind of like a book club but only the two of us." That of course was a lie, but he had to think of something fast, movie night WAS coming up but he much preferred some peace and quiet with T'Pol alone than with a lot of other people in the room.
"That would be acceptable, what book are you reading?"
"Hmm, oh right I'm reading Twelfth Night, its very funny really." Trip was starting to fall asleep.
"Shakespeare?" T'Pol had read a few of his work and none of them were funny, actually Romeo and Juliet had greatly troubled her, especially after he had made the comment about how Romeo and Juliet had stood a better chance then them two.
"hhhmmm oh yeah Shakespeare you didn't read it yet did you?" His eyelids were getting heavy.
"No, but I was not aware that Shakespeare wrote comedies… Commander?" T'Pol stopped her ministrations.
No sound came from the now unconscious engineer, it wouldn't have been to bad if he would have fell asleep on the floor but this was HER bed and she was TIRED!
"Damn it." T'Pol gave the commander a little nudge, he moved to the side giving her enough space to lay on the bed, not that the bed was big to begin with.
Did he have to take her side to, she liked being up against the wall and that's where the commander was… oh well.
T'Pol layed on her side facing away from Trip.