A/N: Hello my dear friends. I know it's been a while since my last update. This little bunny jumped up from the Charlene field and it was so cute that I couldn't ignore it. Enjoy and let me know what you think :)

Vulcans Don't Care

Charlene stretched seductively on the couch with her head propted, resting on one hand while the other relaxed at her hip.

The door chime rang and she gave a sweet smile as her voice dripped with honey. "Come in darlin', it's open."

The door opened and T'Pol walked in, raising a brow at the woman laying on the couch.

Trip quickly got to his feet, flicking the hair over his shoulder as he cleared his throat, obviously surprised at the Vulcan's presence in his quarters. "Uh, T'Pol. I, um, I was expecting someone else."

T'Pol looked at Trip in a slightly amused manner. "Obviously. I have been working on a program that will make calculating the variants of the warp stream more efficient, if you'd like to review it."

She presented the PADD to Trip. He looked it over, nodding to himself. "This is more efficient, of course I'll have to study it before I implement it as standard."

T'Pol tipped her head. "Of course, I wouldn't expect anything less."

Trip furrowed his brows. "Hey, uh, why did you do this? I mean… don't Vulcans want us to figure this kind of stuff out for ourselves?"

T'Pol sighed. "Yes, but it was becoming clear that humans are getting too accustomed to the current processes and I was having doubts that something like this has been given any consideration. I believe the human saying is, I grasped the bovine by its horn?"

Trip chuckled. "Took the bull by the horns. Well, thanks for this, I really do appreciate it."

T'Pol tipped her head in acknowledgment of the gratitude. As she turned to leave, Trip stopped her.

"Uh, T'Pol? Aren't you going to ask?" He questioned as he gestured at his clothing.

T'Pol shook her head. "I assume that it is some sort of a sexual role play. To be honest, Vulcans really don't care what others do in private."

As she walked down the hall, away from Trip's quarters, she passed Captain Archer. She almost had an amused smirk when she looked at him. "I'm sure you'll have an enjoyable evening, Captain."

Jon stopped, looking at T'Pol in confusion as she continued to walk away. "Huh?"

End