T'Pol, interrupted

by derangeddenobulan

Found in a healing trance, T'Pol is treated as a catatonic patient in the 20th century. Electric shock therapy and group 'sharing' sessions- and T'Pol really is beginning to show emotions. What her doctor takes to be progress, T'Pol knows to be dangerous. But she looks like a human, human parents come to visit her, perhaps she really is just delusional? And where is Trip?

There was a consciousness, lost.

No, not lost. There was no intention to find a way back, or to be found. The consciousness floated in light, without form, without purpose. It existed, in a realm of no context, for the moment at peace. Perhaps it moved, drifting through this plane of white. Or perhaps it was stationary. With no markers to orientate, one could not discern. The consciousness contemplated this.

The white space answered. No longer shapeless, the humanoid found itself to be walking. It was unperturbed by this development. The body registered as its own, a piece of identity clinking into place. Footsteps echoed. Time passed. Or perhaps it didn't.

'T'Pol"

The word reverberated through the space. Her footsteps halted. Hers. She knew that now. And that drawl, she knew that too.

"T'Pol"

T'Pol turned.

And woke up.