-1Disclaimers: See Part One
A/N: Telepathy and Thoughts in Italics
A father's Pride- Soval
Part 14 (Pride is over rated) PG
Jonathan Archer groaned. He looked up and wondered for the 200th time why he thought sparing with T' Pol was a good idea?
You wished to spare with me so no other male could. It was the irrational emotion humans refer to as jealousy. She sent back.
It was a rhetorical question T'Pol. I know why I wanted to be your partner. He forced his arms behind him and sprung to his feet. "Please show me that move again Commander." He said out loud.
That caused the room to break out in snickers. Cadets. Was I ever so young?
T'Pol raised a brow. A memory flashed back of a young boy flying a machine. She refrained from smiling. She turned to the cadets and said. "As you can see just because an opponent is bigger and stronger does not necessarily make them better or more intelligent."
Snickers broke out.
I am so getting you for that. You owe me woman.
What?
A massage at least. Given how you have abused my poor weak body.
Indeed. I shall consider it. Jonathan caught that last thought and it trough him off his stride once more he was looking up at his mate.
"Damn, You know this is ridiculous."
T'Pol faced her class. "I hope you will all thank the Commodore for agreeing to be the "Enemy." To salve his pride she continued. "He played the part of a Klingon perfectly. I am certain some of my moves would have been countered by his skills."
Jonathan smiled and faced the class. "She is to modest. Honestly I would have likely still ended up face first. But thank you for allowing me to assist commander. Now I have a briefing." He saluted the class and tried to stride out without wincing.
TBC…