A/N: In the interest of keeping this story flowing, I'm not going to go
into too much detail about the first few months of the marriage. Mostly it
will be covered in a series of captain's logs, and maybe one or two little
incidents. Please bear with me here while my muse is on vacation. I'm also
not quite sure where I'm going with this; I basically make it up as I go,
though I am trying to adhere to a basic outline. It might not be so long
afterall. . .
Captain's Star Log; Supplemental
"Things seem to be going well onboard. Commander Tucker made some adjustments to the configuration of the warp core today, enabling us to travel at sustained Warp 5 for a slightly longer period. It might not sound like much, but out here, every minute counts. Ensign Sato is also to receive a medal for her ability to take control of a hostile situation."
The captain sat back on his bed, scratching Porthos behind the ears as he remembered Hoshi's heroic actions. It was classic. A week ago, he had sent her and a team to investigate the Neolithic culture of a newly discovered planet. After a miscommunication led to violence, Hoshi had been forced to bluff her way through their language to save the other crewmembers lives. He still couldn't help but smile when he pictured her, nose to nose with the leader, demanding the release of her team. And of he wasn't mistaken, Malcolm was equally proud of her. He remembered how she glowed when he prasied her. Maybe there would be another wedding in the future. . .but that was thinking a little too far ahead.
"Computer, resume log. Other than that little bit of excitement, nothing else has caused too much of an uproar. Granted, Travis was stranded in a pod for a few days last month when he had been unable to steer clear of an asteroid field, but that wasn't too terrible. I actually think he rather enjoyed it. Computer, pause log."
He debated whether or not to continue the log. The only other thing he hadn't reported was the effect of K'Vel on the crew. Needless to say, things had worked out pretty smoothly. After being onboard for only 4 months, he had quickly gained the respect and trust of the crew. He received data from the High Command often, and when he wasn't reviewing the latest diplomatic journals he was lending a hand wherever it was needed.
For an entire week, he helped Ensign Cutler in sick bay to analyze some complex tissue samples when Phlox was indisposed. He also worked with Malcolm in the armory from time to time, discussing upgrades to the phase cannons no doubt. He even went over some ancient dialects of Vulcan with Hoshi the other night.
No doubt about it, K'Vel had certainly made an impression on his crew. But even more impressive, Archer mused, was the effect he seemed to have on T'Pol. He couldn't exactly explain how, but she was more personable. She was still decidedly a Vulcan and was all business as usual, but she was softer somehow; almost more feminine. He could tell (and knew Trip saw it as well) that she deeply felt for him, even if she didn't show it as freely as he did. She even got scared for him.
Memory/Flashback
K'Vel lay on the biobed, barely conscious as Trip explained what had happened. As usual, an away mission hadn't gone directly as planned.
". . . So there we are, in the middle of this jungle, when we suddenly get ambushed by the local natives. The UT said somethin' 'bout that area being a sacred ground of some kind, but it couldn't get the rest of what the guy was sayin'.
So K'Vel tried ta explain that it was all a misunderstandin' and some bastard in the back shoots a dart inta his neck! 'Next thing I know, we're bein' transported back up here."
He finished the speech with a whoosh of breath while his best friend allowed the information to permeate his brain. Another misunderstanding, what else is new?
Just then, T'Pol had stormed into Sickbay. Paying no attention to the others in the room, she marched crisply over to her husband's prone form and accused,
"You deceived me."
"I did not." He answered weakly. The other two senior officers were impressed. It took a lot to stand up to the Subcommander when she was mad. They stayed, though uncomfortable; feeling that this was a private situation. Still, if T'Pol didn't make a fuss about them witnessing a marital feud, why should they?
"I did not. I told you that I planned to go on the mission."
"That was not the impression I had last night. I thought we had agreed to discuss the matter further in the morning."
"There was no time; the storms caused the timing to be adjusted."
"And you saw no reason to alert me of the situation?"
"You were off duty and sleeping. It was logical to leave you in peace."
"I was not in peace when I received a call from the doctor, informing me that you had been injured." She said softly. She had come to gradually lose her offensive posture and was no sitting on the edge of the bed, peering into his face. She had to school herself to keep from taking his hands."
His look mirrored hers, but held a bit of mischief.
"It was not logical to become worried."
She offered no response. Instead, she turned to the doctor, asking,
"When can he return to our quarters?"
The ever-cheerful Denobulan looking up from his scans, replying,
"In a few hours. You should let him rest now, Subcommander. I will alert you when he can leave."
T'Pol thanked him, and turned once again to her husband. Her look was one of cool annoyance, mixed with a little mirth. Trip grinned to see it. 'Looks like somebody'il be on the couch tonight' he thought to himself.
After she had left, Trip clapped a large hand onto the Vulcan't shoulder.
"K'Vel, m'friend, welcome to our world."
"I do not understand."
"None of us do. It's the universal question: How to understand women. Its kinda comfortin' ta know that alien women are just as bad."
To his credit, K'Vel looked genuinely amused.
End Memory/Flashback
Glancing at the chronometer above the monitor, Archer decided it was time to turn in. He turned off the lights, climbed into bed, and adjusted himself so that both he and Porthos were comfortable. All was well with Enterprise and her crew, but that's when fate decides to send in little surprises just to spice things up. . .
Captain's Star Log; Supplemental
"Things seem to be going well onboard. Commander Tucker made some adjustments to the configuration of the warp core today, enabling us to travel at sustained Warp 5 for a slightly longer period. It might not sound like much, but out here, every minute counts. Ensign Sato is also to receive a medal for her ability to take control of a hostile situation."
The captain sat back on his bed, scratching Porthos behind the ears as he remembered Hoshi's heroic actions. It was classic. A week ago, he had sent her and a team to investigate the Neolithic culture of a newly discovered planet. After a miscommunication led to violence, Hoshi had been forced to bluff her way through their language to save the other crewmembers lives. He still couldn't help but smile when he pictured her, nose to nose with the leader, demanding the release of her team. And of he wasn't mistaken, Malcolm was equally proud of her. He remembered how she glowed when he prasied her. Maybe there would be another wedding in the future. . .but that was thinking a little too far ahead.
"Computer, resume log. Other than that little bit of excitement, nothing else has caused too much of an uproar. Granted, Travis was stranded in a pod for a few days last month when he had been unable to steer clear of an asteroid field, but that wasn't too terrible. I actually think he rather enjoyed it. Computer, pause log."
He debated whether or not to continue the log. The only other thing he hadn't reported was the effect of K'Vel on the crew. Needless to say, things had worked out pretty smoothly. After being onboard for only 4 months, he had quickly gained the respect and trust of the crew. He received data from the High Command often, and when he wasn't reviewing the latest diplomatic journals he was lending a hand wherever it was needed.
For an entire week, he helped Ensign Cutler in sick bay to analyze some complex tissue samples when Phlox was indisposed. He also worked with Malcolm in the armory from time to time, discussing upgrades to the phase cannons no doubt. He even went over some ancient dialects of Vulcan with Hoshi the other night.
No doubt about it, K'Vel had certainly made an impression on his crew. But even more impressive, Archer mused, was the effect he seemed to have on T'Pol. He couldn't exactly explain how, but she was more personable. She was still decidedly a Vulcan and was all business as usual, but she was softer somehow; almost more feminine. He could tell (and knew Trip saw it as well) that she deeply felt for him, even if she didn't show it as freely as he did. She even got scared for him.
Memory/Flashback
K'Vel lay on the biobed, barely conscious as Trip explained what had happened. As usual, an away mission hadn't gone directly as planned.
". . . So there we are, in the middle of this jungle, when we suddenly get ambushed by the local natives. The UT said somethin' 'bout that area being a sacred ground of some kind, but it couldn't get the rest of what the guy was sayin'.
So K'Vel tried ta explain that it was all a misunderstandin' and some bastard in the back shoots a dart inta his neck! 'Next thing I know, we're bein' transported back up here."
He finished the speech with a whoosh of breath while his best friend allowed the information to permeate his brain. Another misunderstanding, what else is new?
Just then, T'Pol had stormed into Sickbay. Paying no attention to the others in the room, she marched crisply over to her husband's prone form and accused,
"You deceived me."
"I did not." He answered weakly. The other two senior officers were impressed. It took a lot to stand up to the Subcommander when she was mad. They stayed, though uncomfortable; feeling that this was a private situation. Still, if T'Pol didn't make a fuss about them witnessing a marital feud, why should they?
"I did not. I told you that I planned to go on the mission."
"That was not the impression I had last night. I thought we had agreed to discuss the matter further in the morning."
"There was no time; the storms caused the timing to be adjusted."
"And you saw no reason to alert me of the situation?"
"You were off duty and sleeping. It was logical to leave you in peace."
"I was not in peace when I received a call from the doctor, informing me that you had been injured." She said softly. She had come to gradually lose her offensive posture and was no sitting on the edge of the bed, peering into his face. She had to school herself to keep from taking his hands."
His look mirrored hers, but held a bit of mischief.
"It was not logical to become worried."
She offered no response. Instead, she turned to the doctor, asking,
"When can he return to our quarters?"
The ever-cheerful Denobulan looking up from his scans, replying,
"In a few hours. You should let him rest now, Subcommander. I will alert you when he can leave."
T'Pol thanked him, and turned once again to her husband. Her look was one of cool annoyance, mixed with a little mirth. Trip grinned to see it. 'Looks like somebody'il be on the couch tonight' he thought to himself.
After she had left, Trip clapped a large hand onto the Vulcan't shoulder.
"K'Vel, m'friend, welcome to our world."
"I do not understand."
"None of us do. It's the universal question: How to understand women. Its kinda comfortin' ta know that alien women are just as bad."
To his credit, K'Vel looked genuinely amused.
End Memory/Flashback
Glancing at the chronometer above the monitor, Archer decided it was time to turn in. He turned off the lights, climbed into bed, and adjusted himself so that both he and Porthos were comfortable. All was well with Enterprise and her crew, but that's when fate decides to send in little surprises just to spice things up. . .
