Disclaimer: I don't not own Star Trek Enterprise or any of it's characters. Do you THINK I would be here If I did?! So I do not in any way shape or form own any of the plot or the characters. They belong to whoever owns 'em. I just took the general idea for a test jaunt. So, don't sue me...not that it would be beneficial, as I am a poor college university, yadda yadda yadda. I only own L'Ras, the Ambassador Soval's aide.
Authors Note: This story revolves around a Ambassador Soval and Corporal Amanda Cole (MACCO). I read a story with this pairing and thought it had a lot of potential.
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When Polar Opposites Collide – Proof That Even A MACCO Can't Anticipate Everything
It had been three days since the communication from Star Fleet Command, and three full days of silence. She wasn't sure whether to be relieved or worried. However, she had made good use of the time. Enjoying herself, doing very un-Star Fleet things, like dancing, drinking, and lazing about, and loving every minute of it. She was on vacation after all.
But no matter how many old friends she reconnected with, and how much fun she did have, her thoughts and dreams always came back to Soval. She had given up on referring to him as the 'Ambassador' now in her thoughts. It was apparent that she needed to figure out what was going on between them. The hardest part was actually figuring out how to do it. She doubted she had ever been more confused about a man in her life then she was now. Leave it to a Vulcan male to do that.
She wondered idly, if he felt for her as she did for him, as she inspected herself in her bedroom mirror. Adjusting her newly purchased bikini, smiling in satisfaction as the suit complimented her curves, the dark red fabric sensually mixing with her dark brown curls, and the shining gold loops that connected the cloth accentuating her tan. As she turned, checking the back, she watched in the mirror as her smile slipped for a moment when her traitorous thoughts slipped back to their last meeting and his cold brush off.
Sighing deeply she walked to the kitchen, casting a glance at the blank computer console as she went, in case a message had arrived while she had been out. Grabbing her suntan oil and sunglasses she made her way out into the humid beach-side air, where the sun was out in full force and there was not a cloud in the sky. "Computer!" She called, her voice carrying from the balcony through to the house. "Play Amanda's workout mix, on random, volume 14." She ordered, spirits lifting as a catchy beat began to play, echoing through the empty house.
Seeing nothing else to do but enjoy the sunshine, she slipped off her sandals and settled comfortably into her beach chair, figuring that her tan could use a little more work after all.