This Woman's Work (Chap 3)
By vandiver49
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters associated with Star Trek, I'm just borrowing them for a moment. Please don't sue; people in the Navy don't make that much money.
All parenthetical statements in Vulcan are denoted by (*)
Please forgive me if the date doesn't correspond exactly to the series.
Thank you for all the wonderful reviews.
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1300 22 Aug 2151
Once the shuttlepod was retrieved back in the launch bay T'Pol quickly hurried Kelis off to sickbay. She hoped to minimize her contact with the rest of the crew on this short walk, feeling Kelis' trepidation from being in an alien environment.
Dr. Phlox stood in brief shock when T'Pol arrived with her miniature in tow. "Dr. Phlox, would you please see to the health of Kelis?"
"Of course Sub-Commander." The doctor said as he knelt down to pick up the child. *Hi there Kelis, I am Doctor Phlox. All I want to do is see if you are well, will you allow me to do that? * While the doctor's accent sounded somewhat foreign, Kelis nodded in agreement. The Doctor placed Kelis on an examining bed and ran several medical tests while T'Pol watched like an anxious mother.
"Well T'Pol, other than being alittle emaciated, I'd give Kelis here a clean bill of health. Of course she's not really clean herself." Phlox said cheerfully.
"Thank you Doctor." T'Pol was relieved that the little girl had no serious alignments.
Dr. Phlox turned back towards his patient to see her outstretched arms. As the doctor picked her up and placed her on the floor, T'Pol brows narrowed with consternation.
"Please do not indulge her doctor."
Phlox looked up in confusion as Kelis walked over to her temporary guardian." I don't understand. What did I do?"
"I do not expect you to understand." T'Pol coldly replied, as she walked with Kelis briskly out of sickbay.
Back on the bridge, Reed and Mayweather had returned, eager to share what had they had discovered on the surface with the Chief Engineer.
"There were bodies everywhere, whatever took them down had excessive force at their disposal." Reed woefully conveyed, always thinking about his ships' inadequate weapons systems.
"That's not even half the story though," Travis interjected. "T'Pol found this orphaned little girl down there too. The kid was ballin' her eyes out and T'Pol actually showed some genuine concern towards her."
This caught Trip by surprise. "Be for real, T'Pol's got about as much compassion as the matter/antimatter reaction."
Hoshi felt compelled to enlighten her fellow crewmen. "You know, she was probably feeling very conflicted. How many Vulcan children have you ever seen?"
She received three black looks in response.
"That's because they live a very sheltered and structured life. Typically it's the mother's responsibility provide the comfort and solace children need, I'm sure it was difficult for T'Pol to tap into that part of herself. Raising Vulcan children tends to be a very time intensive process. They aren't born all logical you know?"
"Well I'm sure that T'Pol will try to get her away from us illogical humans as soon as possible." Trip replied.
"Well sir, soon might not be an option. The nearest Vulcan ship is still more than two days away." Travis offered.
"Well when they get her I think I'll let T'Pol do the talking, don't wanna create an interstellar incident for shootin' my mouth off again." Trip said as he turned is attention back to the view screen.
Down on the Main Deck, T'Pol walked with Kelis by her side, asking a bevy of questions.
*T'Pol, where are we going?*
*To my quarters so that you my wash up and get settled in.*
*Is that where I am going to stay?*
*For a time, at least until I can make arrangements for you to get back to Vulcan.*
*T'Pol, is it possible I could get some warm clothes? It is cold here.*
T'Pol wondered is she was this inquisitive growing up. *Indeed it is, I will attempt to find more suitable attire for you.*
*T'Pol, what is wrong with everybody's ears?*
T'Pol couldn't help but smile inwardly at this question. *They are not like us Kelis, not everyone looks like us?*
Kelis was slightly confused. *But they do, except for their ears.*
*While we may have similar appearances, that are far as the similarities go.* T'Pol said as they reached her quarters.
*I think I understand.* Kelis said as they entered T'Pol's room. *It is kind of like the Vulcans that hurt everybody down at my home. They looked like us but they were angry and very mean.*
*What did you say child?* T'Pol was taken aback, not only by Kelis' statement, but also to her rather human response to that disbelief.
*I just said that they had pointed ears like us but they were very angry and mean.* Kelis' reiterated.
Kelis' insight just helped T'Pol realize who perpetrated the attack on the Vulcan outpost: Romulans.
By vandiver49
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters associated with Star Trek, I'm just borrowing them for a moment. Please don't sue; people in the Navy don't make that much money.
All parenthetical statements in Vulcan are denoted by (*)
Please forgive me if the date doesn't correspond exactly to the series.
Thank you for all the wonderful reviews.
_________________________________
1300 22 Aug 2151
Once the shuttlepod was retrieved back in the launch bay T'Pol quickly hurried Kelis off to sickbay. She hoped to minimize her contact with the rest of the crew on this short walk, feeling Kelis' trepidation from being in an alien environment.
Dr. Phlox stood in brief shock when T'Pol arrived with her miniature in tow. "Dr. Phlox, would you please see to the health of Kelis?"
"Of course Sub-Commander." The doctor said as he knelt down to pick up the child. *Hi there Kelis, I am Doctor Phlox. All I want to do is see if you are well, will you allow me to do that? * While the doctor's accent sounded somewhat foreign, Kelis nodded in agreement. The Doctor placed Kelis on an examining bed and ran several medical tests while T'Pol watched like an anxious mother.
"Well T'Pol, other than being alittle emaciated, I'd give Kelis here a clean bill of health. Of course she's not really clean herself." Phlox said cheerfully.
"Thank you Doctor." T'Pol was relieved that the little girl had no serious alignments.
Dr. Phlox turned back towards his patient to see her outstretched arms. As the doctor picked her up and placed her on the floor, T'Pol brows narrowed with consternation.
"Please do not indulge her doctor."
Phlox looked up in confusion as Kelis walked over to her temporary guardian." I don't understand. What did I do?"
"I do not expect you to understand." T'Pol coldly replied, as she walked with Kelis briskly out of sickbay.
Back on the bridge, Reed and Mayweather had returned, eager to share what had they had discovered on the surface with the Chief Engineer.
"There were bodies everywhere, whatever took them down had excessive force at their disposal." Reed woefully conveyed, always thinking about his ships' inadequate weapons systems.
"That's not even half the story though," Travis interjected. "T'Pol found this orphaned little girl down there too. The kid was ballin' her eyes out and T'Pol actually showed some genuine concern towards her."
This caught Trip by surprise. "Be for real, T'Pol's got about as much compassion as the matter/antimatter reaction."
Hoshi felt compelled to enlighten her fellow crewmen. "You know, she was probably feeling very conflicted. How many Vulcan children have you ever seen?"
She received three black looks in response.
"That's because they live a very sheltered and structured life. Typically it's the mother's responsibility provide the comfort and solace children need, I'm sure it was difficult for T'Pol to tap into that part of herself. Raising Vulcan children tends to be a very time intensive process. They aren't born all logical you know?"
"Well I'm sure that T'Pol will try to get her away from us illogical humans as soon as possible." Trip replied.
"Well sir, soon might not be an option. The nearest Vulcan ship is still more than two days away." Travis offered.
"Well when they get her I think I'll let T'Pol do the talking, don't wanna create an interstellar incident for shootin' my mouth off again." Trip said as he turned is attention back to the view screen.
Down on the Main Deck, T'Pol walked with Kelis by her side, asking a bevy of questions.
*T'Pol, where are we going?*
*To my quarters so that you my wash up and get settled in.*
*Is that where I am going to stay?*
*For a time, at least until I can make arrangements for you to get back to Vulcan.*
*T'Pol, is it possible I could get some warm clothes? It is cold here.*
T'Pol wondered is she was this inquisitive growing up. *Indeed it is, I will attempt to find more suitable attire for you.*
*T'Pol, what is wrong with everybody's ears?*
T'Pol couldn't help but smile inwardly at this question. *They are not like us Kelis, not everyone looks like us?*
Kelis was slightly confused. *But they do, except for their ears.*
*While we may have similar appearances, that are far as the similarities go.* T'Pol said as they reached her quarters.
*I think I understand.* Kelis said as they entered T'Pol's room. *It is kind of like the Vulcans that hurt everybody down at my home. They looked like us but they were angry and very mean.*
*What did you say child?* T'Pol was taken aback, not only by Kelis' statement, but also to her rather human response to that disbelief.
*I just said that they had pointed ears like us but they were very angry and mean.* Kelis' reiterated.
Kelis' insight just helped T'Pol realize who perpetrated the attack on the Vulcan outpost: Romulans.