This Woman's Work (Chap 5)
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.
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2200 22 Aug 2151
In the Mess hall, Dr. Phlox waited patiently for Kelis to make her dinner selection.
*Well Kelis, have you come to a decision yet?* He asked.
Kelis continued to ponder as she starred at the alien delicacies. *I do not know. I have never seen food like this before. What about this?* She replied, pointing at a plate of spaghetti and meatballs.
The doctor shook his head apologetically. *I believe T'Pol would disapprove. Why don't you try the plomeek soup?*
Phlox had unwittingly struck a discord with the young Vulcan. *I am not fond of plomeek soup, is there anything else that I might have?*
*Well,* the doctor thought, *I believe that if you have the vegetarian variant of spaghetti it would meet a typical Vulcan diet.*
This apparently pleased Kelis.
T'Pol walked towards the mess hall with conviction. Trip had just made a rather 'logical' observation, which was scary in and of itself. But his analysis revealed that she currently had far too many questions than answers. She needed to know what type of research was being done at the outpost; she needed to talk to Kelis.
When T'Pol reached the Mess Hall she was appalled. Kelis was sitting with Dr. Phlox, eating a decidedly human meal. One in which she knew contained meat. "What are you doing?" she dryly asked as she approached the two. She then turned her attention toward the doctor. "You are fully aware that Vulcans do not eat meat, yet you sit and allow Kelis to indulge in such debauchery." Dr. Phlox attempted to contest her accusations but was summarily cut off.
"I thought you above anyone else on the ship would appreciate and respect Vulcan culture, but I now see that you are no more sympathetic than these humans." T'Pol said as she snatched Kelis' fork with disdain. T'Pol then took her by the hand, and stormed out of the Mess Hall.
T'Pol and Kelis walked in silence until they reached her quarters. She wanted to scold the child but decided to address her more pressing concerns. *Kelis, what did your parents do?*
*My mother was an instructor at the primary school. She taught basic logic and reading.*
*And what did your father do?*
*he never really told me, I know he worked on computers a lot. One time though I did sneak into his lab once. I watched him make a rock disappear, but my father told me that such a thing was illogical.*
The answers were slowly flowing into place for T'Pol, but did not want to alarm the child. *Your father was right Kelis, that is quite illogical.* 'Quite illogical for Vulcans to be working on such technology.' T'Pol thought to herself. Looking over at the chronometer, she realized the late hour and decided to get Kelis ready for bed.
When Kelis was asleep, T'Pol continued to watch over her for fifteen minutes as she tossed and turned in the bed. T'Pol could only sit and imagine the kind of dreams that were plaguing her sleep, wishing she could do more to comfort her.
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.
_________________________________
2200 22 Aug 2151
In the Mess hall, Dr. Phlox waited patiently for Kelis to make her dinner selection.
*Well Kelis, have you come to a decision yet?* He asked.
Kelis continued to ponder as she starred at the alien delicacies. *I do not know. I have never seen food like this before. What about this?* She replied, pointing at a plate of spaghetti and meatballs.
The doctor shook his head apologetically. *I believe T'Pol would disapprove. Why don't you try the plomeek soup?*
Phlox had unwittingly struck a discord with the young Vulcan. *I am not fond of plomeek soup, is there anything else that I might have?*
*Well,* the doctor thought, *I believe that if you have the vegetarian variant of spaghetti it would meet a typical Vulcan diet.*
This apparently pleased Kelis.
T'Pol walked towards the mess hall with conviction. Trip had just made a rather 'logical' observation, which was scary in and of itself. But his analysis revealed that she currently had far too many questions than answers. She needed to know what type of research was being done at the outpost; she needed to talk to Kelis.
When T'Pol reached the Mess Hall she was appalled. Kelis was sitting with Dr. Phlox, eating a decidedly human meal. One in which she knew contained meat. "What are you doing?" she dryly asked as she approached the two. She then turned her attention toward the doctor. "You are fully aware that Vulcans do not eat meat, yet you sit and allow Kelis to indulge in such debauchery." Dr. Phlox attempted to contest her accusations but was summarily cut off.
"I thought you above anyone else on the ship would appreciate and respect Vulcan culture, but I now see that you are no more sympathetic than these humans." T'Pol said as she snatched Kelis' fork with disdain. T'Pol then took her by the hand, and stormed out of the Mess Hall.
T'Pol and Kelis walked in silence until they reached her quarters. She wanted to scold the child but decided to address her more pressing concerns. *Kelis, what did your parents do?*
*My mother was an instructor at the primary school. She taught basic logic and reading.*
*And what did your father do?*
*he never really told me, I know he worked on computers a lot. One time though I did sneak into his lab once. I watched him make a rock disappear, but my father told me that such a thing was illogical.*
The answers were slowly flowing into place for T'Pol, but did not want to alarm the child. *Your father was right Kelis, that is quite illogical.* 'Quite illogical for Vulcans to be working on such technology.' T'Pol thought to herself. Looking over at the chronometer, she realized the late hour and decided to get Kelis ready for bed.
When Kelis was asleep, T'Pol continued to watch over her for fifteen minutes as she tossed and turned in the bed. T'Pol could only sit and imagine the kind of dreams that were plaguing her sleep, wishing she could do more to comfort her.