Torrent
Approximately seven hours had passed when T'Pol opened her eyes. At first everything was fuzzy and confusing to her. Then she sat up slowly and looked around, sorting out the flood of information that invaded her normally serene consciousness. She rubbed her eyes and shook her head to get rid of the torrent of remembered sights and sounds that had been dredged up from the hidden depths of her memory.
"These last couple of days, or how ever long it's been, have been real special to me, T'Pol. I know the aliens told us that we'd forget everything once we go back through that temporal rift, but I want to remember this."
"You are being sentimental."
"Don't I know it."
"I have no more control over the loss of memory than you do, Trip, but if it were possible, if I could control the effects of the rift on our memories, I would also choose not to forget."
"That means a lot."
"It means nothing. Nevertheless, what we have had here, this closeness and fondness for one another, we may certainly have again someday in our own time. What has happened here between us may yet happen again."
"Really?"
"It is only logical."
Those had been theirs words, spoken between the commander and herself, and they rang loudly in her mind as she sat there on the bio-bed, sorting it all out. She had called him Trip, of all things. Then T'Pol felt her faced flush. She had shared a bed with him and kissed him! What had come over her? She could understand Commander Tucker behaving as he had. He was, after all, only human. But she was a Vulcan, and she had enjoyed those three days more than anything.
"Sub-commander, how are you feeling?" asked the cheery, but slightly concerned voice of the ship's chief medical officer, who had been watching her since she had awakened.
"It is ... disconcerting, doctor, nothing more." she replied, her head snapping up sharply as he spoke to her.
"Then it worked?"
"Yes." she said, rubbing her eyes again. If T'Pol had been a less disciplined person, she might had plugged her ears as well.
"Is something wrong with your vision?" asked the doctor, reaching for his tricorder.
"No, doctor. Everything is fine." she said, a hint of emotion, perhaps mild exasperation, in her voice.
"I have many questions, sub-commander, but they can wait until you are feeling less out of sorts." Phlox assured her pleasantly.
"Thank you." T'Pol said, finally turning her gaze toward Commander Tucker, who was still under sedation, as she had been. Her stomach tightened as she looked at his peaceful, softly smiling face. Her heart seemed to flutter in her chest as she asked herself in thought, "Is he remembering the kiss? The night we shared? Is he remembering ... me?"
Noticing that she was regarding Commander Tucker with some interest, although he did not question why, Phlox told her, "The commander has yet to regain consciousness. I imagine that he will do so within the hour."
"Do you believe that the procedure will work as well for him?"
"It isn't easy to say, but we will know for sure soon. You are free to rest in your quarters until then."
"No, I think I would prefer to remain here, if that is permissible."
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