Author: mikesspankmonkey

E-mail: freyaulfsdottir@yahoo.com

Rating: PG-13 for implied slash and violence towards Vulcans

Disclaimer: None of this ever happened blah blah blah, please don't sue me, the end!

Notes: sorry to all of you that like T'Pol, but all I can think about everytime I watch Enterprise, is flushing her out of an airlock or something. This is just my little 'kill the annoying Vulcan' fantasy being exorcised. The title is completely irrelevant and crappy but oh well….

T'Pol's FUN day out!!!

Carefully analyzing the data displayed on her tricorder, T'Pol sighed in frustration. Human technology really was that primitive but they had to learn for themselves. It was the way of the universe. As a race they needed to mature and she had long been an opponent to High Council's decision to start sharing knowledge with the humans. If it was up to her, she'd make sure they never left their planet, their irrationality made them unsuitable candidates to participate in galactic exploration. Turning the corner, she stopped, now face to face with the human known as 'Trip', adopting her usual efficient tone, she greeted him.

'Good Morning Lt Cmdr Tucker!'

Paying no more attention to her shipmate, she attempted to walk round him only to find him blocking her path. Of all the human's she'd ever met, 'Trip' was undoubtedly the most illogical.

'What are you doing Lt Cmdr??'

Agitation plain on his face, his teeth bared and snarling, his voice was almost a growl.

' That's what I hate about you Vulcans, so formal…well, one of the things that I hate. Another thing is how you think you're SO DAMN SUPERIOR!!!'

She would have taken a step back, or activated her comm link had she not been stopped. A searing pain tore into her side, before she was claimed by the darkness of unconsciousness.

*~*

T'Pol had no idea how much time had elapsed since she was stunned, now regaining consciousness, she winced. He must have had the phase pistol concealed. Trying to ascertain her surroundings, she looked around. To her right were the doors, to her left, the stars. But what was keeping them out. Suddenly panicked, she stood, calling out for Tucker to release her. She knew exactly what part of the ship she was on. A week ago, they'd sustained damage from a Klingon battle cruiser, force fields had been erected to protect the crew members from the harmful environment of space.

'Lt Cmdr!!! This solves nothing'

A crackle, then the fevered voice of the engineer.

'I know Sub-Cmdr, but let's just say….I'm getting rid of the one person that's keeping me from Archer'

She was confused, emotions were too complex and too dangerous, they had ripped apart her homeworld centuries earlier when they'd warred against each other.

' Explain Lt Cmdr, as I fail to see how I am keeping you from Archer'

A chuckle.

'"Explain Lt Cmdr"….well FINE, I'll explain it all nice and logical. The Captain and I had a very nice little relationship before you came along. He wouldn't want me to do this but I know that he'll thank me later on….You really don't know what you've done to him.'

What had she done to him? It was completely illogical.

'So it is for the Captain that you are going to kill me?'

The comm link crackled again, unusual for an internal comm link and Tucker's voice filled the small room once more.

' Yeah….I guess you could say that. Goodbye T'Pol.'

With a barely perceptible flash, the force fields were disabled. Turning to face her death, T'Pol's face twisted in an eternal scream, as her body was sucked out into the void, brain vessels and capillaries imploding.

*~*

Smirking to himself, 'Trip' reactivated the force fields, walking to the replicator, he replicated some flowers. Calmly picking them up, he went to tell the Captain about the 'gift' he'd just made him