Title: Scent
Author: nostalgia
Rated: PG
Summary: In which T'Pol knows stuff.
Disclaim: Not mine, never mine, me poor.
The Usual: Feedback lovely, Archiving also lovely.
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Her Captain thinks she has a sixth sense, but it's really just a fifth.
It tells her things, information to be subjected to logic and reason - sensory input from which to draw conclusions.
"He can always tell when I'm coming home," he says, shaking his head in a gesture she has learned to interpret as confusion. "How does he do that? How can a dog know where I am?"
He can smell you, she knows, but doesn't say.
She breathes in and notes that Ensign Sato reeks of Lieutenant Reed; another secret to keep.
Humans aren't ready to know everything.
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