Chapter 4
The next morning when T'Pol woke up Jonathan was gone to look for food. "What a night, First the flood, then sleeping in Jonathan's arms the whole night." T'Pol thought, "Why do I feel this way? Everytime he touches me, My heartbeat accelerates and I feel sick, but yet I seem to enjoy it. Maybe I'm starting to experience my Pon Far, I thought it wasn't for another year or so. There must be some logical answer to all of this. Maybe I'm just tired from all of this." She reminded herself that she was in need of meditation, but found herself not wanting to.
All of a sudden Jonathan came in and startled her. "A little jumpy there aren't we?"
"You... startled me. That's all. "she said with a shocked pale look on her face.
"Sorry. I have breakfast. Come over and help yourself ."
T'Pol got up, still in her underwear and his jacket, and unsteadily walked over to him. Jonathan had gotten some berries and honey for breakfast. She didn't know the taste of these foods, but was willing to try them.
"Are you feeling any better?" Jon asked politely.
"A little, but my hands are pretty bad. How about you?"
"It's...um...it's...um...my leg...is hurt very badly. I have a lot of blood and I am very... dizzy." he said a bit distorted. Jonathan took T'Pol's hands in his and looked at them. They were very bloody and swollen.
"Oh my God, T'Pol! Can you move them?" he asked with a concerned voice.
"Some, not much though." she answered in pain look down at the ripped skin on her small hands.
"Looks like you're banged up in other places." he replied.
She had cuts all over her. "I believe Dr. Phlox gave you a list of healing plants on this planet. You could go look for those, if you're not too sore while I eat and boil some water for drinking."
"Good idea, T'Pol. I'll be back soon." he said not really feeling up to par.
When he left she sat down to eat, but realized she couldn't because of her hands. She scowled angerly."It hurts to touch the food, I will have to wait until Jonathan gets back." she said to herself.
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"I hope she's okay." Jonathan thought while he was picking the plants wincing with every step he took. Leaning on a crutch he had made out of two small limbs a thought of this morning crossed his mind, "That question she asked last night! I wonder what she meant. She knows we're friends. That's it, we're just friends." he said not totally sure, and feeling a little confused and disoriented.
He finished up and headed back to the cave. T'Pol was sitting at the entrance when he returned. "Okay I got the plants. Did you enjoy breakfast?"
"I...I...couldn't eat, my...hands are too badly beaten." she said a little ashamed at her weakness.
"Well, let's fix your cuts and then I'll feed you." he said kindly with a bright smile across his soft face. Jonathan picked up a rounded out rock to crush the plants in. After he had crushed the plants, he boiled the water over the fire, and poured some of it on the plants. When he had finished with the poultice he went over towards T'Pol. "Okay now let's get you patched up. Where are you cut?"
"On my hands, my face, along my legs, and on my back and stomach." she answered him.
"Okay, let's get your hands and face first."
As Jonathan rubbed the poultice, she felt the pain racing through her entire body as well felt her heart start racing. Scared that Jonathan might notice she began talking about their landing. "So where do you think the, the uh..., shuttlepod is now?"
"I don't know."
"Do you think the Klingons might have taken anything?"
"Might have. That's not the most important thing right now though."
"How far do you think we are from it?"
"You're asking a lot of questions. Are you alright?" he asked puzzled.
"Yes, why? Does something seem wrong?"
"Well, you usually don't put much into my opinions." he said in a hurt tone.
"I'm sorry."
"That's okay. Maybe it's just me. I've...got a lot on my...mind right now, even though I can't think straight." he said kind of trailing off in thought.
"Like what?" she questioned starting to not notice the pain in her body.
"Just thoughts running circles in my brain."
"Oh." she said almost disappointedly.
"Why? What did you think it was?" he said surprised.
"I don't know. Maybe how we're going to find the shuttlepod."
"There you go on the shuttlepod again. What's wrong T'Pol? You can tell me. I'm your friend, right?" he asked as the seriousness grew in his voice.
'"Right. It's nothing. I think I'm just tired."
"Well, you sure act strange when you are tired. You've acted tense since last night. Anyway, it doesn't matter. Give me your legs so I can put this on them."
As Jonathan wrapped her legs up, T'Pol started thinking of Jonathan, and what she was feeling. Her mind was racing, she was scared of those feelings, she didn't them to show as long as she could keep up her tough Vulcan outlook that was in war with herself.
"Okay. Now your back, uh, I guess I need to ra...raise part of your shirt. "he said as she stared back at him not quite in reality yet.
"Okay. Just let me wipe my hands off then I'll take that jacket off, " he continued on quickly.
With clean hands he moved behind her and slowly took his jacket off her. She was sore all over and tried not to scream. Slowly with cautious hands he rolled the back of her tank-top up revealing the wounds left by the events of the night before. "No wonder you're in so much pain. What happened when you were clinging onto that rock, T'Pol?" he asked concerned.
"I think...a tree or...something...sharp hit...me I guess. "she said slowly.
"I'm sorry." he replied guilty.
"For what?" she asked confused.
"For not getting there faster, and for not holding onto you when the flood came," he explained with a sadden look on his face that nearly brought tears to his eyes. His head hung low to were T'Pol had to lift his chin to see his eyes clearly. "It's alright. You did your best you could," she said touching her other pain-stricken hand to his smooth, Detailed face then pulling away quickly and for a moment stared at him then said, "I'm still here thanks to you."
"But I wouldn't be here if there hadn't been you." he said.
"Then your debt in paid. I saved you, you save me. We're even." she said ending the discussion.
"Yeah, I guess...I guess you're right. Let's finish patching your wounds." he said as he started rubbing the poultice on her back.
When he finished with her back, he started to rub around on her sides and stomach. She felt her heart rate get faster again. She could tell that he was deep in thought. Maybe he was trying to find something he had hidden deep within himself. Could it be about how he felt about her? She was scared that he might not feel the same way she did. She was also scared the she would never find the strength...the strength to tell him. She was scared of that too, that she would find the strength to tell him that she...
"Do you want me to put the jacket back on you?" he asked not knowing he was breaking into her thoughts. "T'Pol are you listening to me?"
"Yes. I'm listening. What was it?"
"Do you want me to put the jacket back on you? It's still a little wet."
"No. Leave it off for awhile." she answered glancing away from him.
"Alright, I'll put it by the fire to get it to dry faster. Do you want your breakfast now?"
"Have you ate yet?"
"No, I'm not that hungry." he said brushing off her question.
"You need nutrition as well to give you strength."
"I'm more worried about you. Besides, you give me the strength I need." he said not really knowing what just came out of his mouth. T'Pol was a little stunned by this comment, so was he.
Getting up to get their breakfast, he almost fell over with dizziness. "Sorry about that. I'm not that steady." he apologized. When he had returned and sat back down beside her, he asked, "Which do you want first the honey or the berries?"
"What kind of berries are they?"
"I think they're some kind of wild blackberries."
"I'll try them first. How about you?" she asked.
"I think I'll have the same." he said smiling as he fed her the berries.
"The trees are very green, I wonder if this is something like spring on Earth?" he said making small talk.
"Yes." she said.
They sat in silence for awhile admiring the scenery. The forest was very green, almost neon like. The shrubbery was very flared and all over the place. There was all kinds of exotic ferns and vines climbing up the trees. For what they had seen so far there wasn't very much wildlife about. Maybe a rodent or two had crossed by them, but that was about it. The planet for the most part was very much like Earth, mainly the wooded areas of Colorado. The sky had the same brilliant blue color and huge, fluffy clouds. It must have an atmosphere like that of Earth. It felt nice to both of them to be in some place that looked like the home they had both left behind, Klingons or no Klingons, this was peaceful and serene.
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When they had finished all of the berries, he gave her a drink of water. Then took a drink himself. "Well, would you like to try the honey now?" he asked grinning.
"Is it any good?" she asked questionably.
"What?! Honey? It's the best."
"Okay. How am I going to eat it? My hands hurt too much to eat it off them."
"Well, I guess I could feed you." he said sheepishly.
"How? We don't have a spoon." she said matter of factually.
"Don't need one, I could use my fingers, or I could go and find a stick that could be used as a spoon. I think I..."
"No, don't worry about it. Just use your fingers. I'm sure they're clean." she said trying to make a joke.
"Funny. Ha-ha-ha."
To tell the truth she was a little unnerved by this, but she did not argue with him. he dipped his fingers into the honey then gently and slowly put it on her lips. They were staring at each other deeply in the eyes. "Good?" he asked with a slight sigh.
She didn't say anything. just licked her lips and nodded. Then he put some up to his lips and ate it. Dipping his fingers back into the honey a sudden urge went through him. On the spur of the moment he slowly leaned forward and kissed her. Pulling away from her and looking into her eyes, he could feel the she was feeling the same way he did. He leaned forward and kissed her again, only this time deeper and more passionate. T'Pol, not pulling away and forgetting about being Vulcan, put her aching arms around him. He pulled her closer and after what seemed like forever they pulled back.
He really wanted to kiss her again, but knew better than to. "I'm so sorry." he apologized, "I don't know what came over me, I guess...I guess I'm not thinking clearly. I..."
"Jon," she said stopping him, "It's okay, There is nothing to be sorry for. I could have stopped you, but didn't. I believe that also says that I'm a...little under the weather myself."
"I know, but,.. It never should have happened. I'm sorry, really sorry. It won't ever happen again."
"I will forgive you, but I don't believe it was because of not thinking clearly. Is there something you would like to tell me?" she asked like she already knew the answer.
"What, what are you talking about? What would I have to tell you?" he said very defensively, not looking at her directly in the eyes. She stared at him with an uncanny look of 'don't lie to me.' He finally looked at her and sighed deeply as a sound of surrender. Then spoke up.
"Okay, okay! You got me." he paused for awhile then looked at his feet, "I kinda, sorta, have some type of feelings for you." he whispered. "But...I'm not sure what those feelings are exactly. I hope your not offended or shocked by all of this?"
"No, I'm not really. You see I have also been having some emotions that I can not ignore any longer. When ever you are around me and even when you touch me, I get this emotion, but I'm not sure what it is. It is a combination of terror and joy. I was wondering if you had any insight as to what this could mean." she confessed herself.
"Boy, do we have a lot to talk about." Jonathan laughed, " Well, I'd say you're feeling the exact thing I feel when I'm around you."
"What do you suppose we do about it." T'Pol questioned in an almost worried voice.
"It would be a shame to let feelings like these dwindle into nothing."
"Are you saying we act on these...emotions? Even when we get back to Enterprise?" she questioned.
"Well, we will just cross that bridge when we get there. It'll be a big leap, but I'm willing to risk it if you are." he said in a calm, almost mesmerizing voice. A voice that no woman, Vulcan or not, could resist.
She looked at him with a serene look on her face and nodded in agreement. Then they just stared at each other and the surroundings around them. To Jonathan it was the best moment in his life that he could recall. Even T'Pol felt more relaxed than she had been in the past couple of months that she had been on Enterprise, working side by side with Jonathan. She never dreamed that she would have fallen in love with him. Not in her Vulcan life, but now she didn't know what she would do without him, even though she was not yet ready to admit that to him.
Jonathan leaned in close to kiss her again but then stopped. "Did you hear that?" he asked. All of a sudden two Klingons jumped out of the woods and grabbed a hold of them. One of them started taking T'Pol in one direction then the other took Jonathan in the opposite direction. Jonathan tried to get free to go rescue T'Pol, but was knocked out. "Jonathan!" T'Pol tried to get him to wake up before they drug her out of the area.
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Jonathan woke up chained to a tree, and was a little bloody. "Uh...my head. Where am I?" he spotted a Klingon nearby. "Hey, where is my science officer?" he demanded.
"Your science officer is just fine. You don't have to worry about her anymore." he answered sarcastically.
This scared Jonathan very much, not knowing if his best friend, and now, the person he loves, could be dead. But, of course she was alive, thrown into a small cage on the other side of the camp. Just far enough away where she couldn't see Jonathan or hear him, nor he could see or hear her. One of the Klingons approached her, "You are the ones who poisoned my ship and almost killed my crew. That would have been a very unhonorable death."
"Jon...my Captain has already explained to your captain that we are the ones who kept you from dying from an unhonorable death. You should thank us." T'Pol explained.
"Lies! All lies! We will get your captain or you to confess to your crimes. Then we will see who dies without honor!" the Klingon screamed. The he turned around and walk away grunting to himself about how worthless humans.
End Ch. 4 (ch. 5 coming hopefully sooner)
The next morning when T'Pol woke up Jonathan was gone to look for food. "What a night, First the flood, then sleeping in Jonathan's arms the whole night." T'Pol thought, "Why do I feel this way? Everytime he touches me, My heartbeat accelerates and I feel sick, but yet I seem to enjoy it. Maybe I'm starting to experience my Pon Far, I thought it wasn't for another year or so. There must be some logical answer to all of this. Maybe I'm just tired from all of this." She reminded herself that she was in need of meditation, but found herself not wanting to.
All of a sudden Jonathan came in and startled her. "A little jumpy there aren't we?"
"You... startled me. That's all. "she said with a shocked pale look on her face.
"Sorry. I have breakfast. Come over and help yourself ."
T'Pol got up, still in her underwear and his jacket, and unsteadily walked over to him. Jonathan had gotten some berries and honey for breakfast. She didn't know the taste of these foods, but was willing to try them.
"Are you feeling any better?" Jon asked politely.
"A little, but my hands are pretty bad. How about you?"
"It's...um...it's...um...my leg...is hurt very badly. I have a lot of blood and I am very... dizzy." he said a bit distorted. Jonathan took T'Pol's hands in his and looked at them. They were very bloody and swollen.
"Oh my God, T'Pol! Can you move them?" he asked with a concerned voice.
"Some, not much though." she answered in pain look down at the ripped skin on her small hands.
"Looks like you're banged up in other places." he replied.
She had cuts all over her. "I believe Dr. Phlox gave you a list of healing plants on this planet. You could go look for those, if you're not too sore while I eat and boil some water for drinking."
"Good idea, T'Pol. I'll be back soon." he said not really feeling up to par.
When he left she sat down to eat, but realized she couldn't because of her hands. She scowled angerly."It hurts to touch the food, I will have to wait until Jonathan gets back." she said to herself.
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"I hope she's okay." Jonathan thought while he was picking the plants wincing with every step he took. Leaning on a crutch he had made out of two small limbs a thought of this morning crossed his mind, "That question she asked last night! I wonder what she meant. She knows we're friends. That's it, we're just friends." he said not totally sure, and feeling a little confused and disoriented.
He finished up and headed back to the cave. T'Pol was sitting at the entrance when he returned. "Okay I got the plants. Did you enjoy breakfast?"
"I...I...couldn't eat, my...hands are too badly beaten." she said a little ashamed at her weakness.
"Well, let's fix your cuts and then I'll feed you." he said kindly with a bright smile across his soft face. Jonathan picked up a rounded out rock to crush the plants in. After he had crushed the plants, he boiled the water over the fire, and poured some of it on the plants. When he had finished with the poultice he went over towards T'Pol. "Okay now let's get you patched up. Where are you cut?"
"On my hands, my face, along my legs, and on my back and stomach." she answered him.
"Okay, let's get your hands and face first."
As Jonathan rubbed the poultice, she felt the pain racing through her entire body as well felt her heart start racing. Scared that Jonathan might notice she began talking about their landing. "So where do you think the, the uh..., shuttlepod is now?"
"I don't know."
"Do you think the Klingons might have taken anything?"
"Might have. That's not the most important thing right now though."
"How far do you think we are from it?"
"You're asking a lot of questions. Are you alright?" he asked puzzled.
"Yes, why? Does something seem wrong?"
"Well, you usually don't put much into my opinions." he said in a hurt tone.
"I'm sorry."
"That's okay. Maybe it's just me. I've...got a lot on my...mind right now, even though I can't think straight." he said kind of trailing off in thought.
"Like what?" she questioned starting to not notice the pain in her body.
"Just thoughts running circles in my brain."
"Oh." she said almost disappointedly.
"Why? What did you think it was?" he said surprised.
"I don't know. Maybe how we're going to find the shuttlepod."
"There you go on the shuttlepod again. What's wrong T'Pol? You can tell me. I'm your friend, right?" he asked as the seriousness grew in his voice.
'"Right. It's nothing. I think I'm just tired."
"Well, you sure act strange when you are tired. You've acted tense since last night. Anyway, it doesn't matter. Give me your legs so I can put this on them."
As Jonathan wrapped her legs up, T'Pol started thinking of Jonathan, and what she was feeling. Her mind was racing, she was scared of those feelings, she didn't them to show as long as she could keep up her tough Vulcan outlook that was in war with herself.
"Okay. Now your back, uh, I guess I need to ra...raise part of your shirt. "he said as she stared back at him not quite in reality yet.
"Okay. Just let me wipe my hands off then I'll take that jacket off, " he continued on quickly.
With clean hands he moved behind her and slowly took his jacket off her. She was sore all over and tried not to scream. Slowly with cautious hands he rolled the back of her tank-top up revealing the wounds left by the events of the night before. "No wonder you're in so much pain. What happened when you were clinging onto that rock, T'Pol?" he asked concerned.
"I think...a tree or...something...sharp hit...me I guess. "she said slowly.
"I'm sorry." he replied guilty.
"For what?" she asked confused.
"For not getting there faster, and for not holding onto you when the flood came," he explained with a sadden look on his face that nearly brought tears to his eyes. His head hung low to were T'Pol had to lift his chin to see his eyes clearly. "It's alright. You did your best you could," she said touching her other pain-stricken hand to his smooth, Detailed face then pulling away quickly and for a moment stared at him then said, "I'm still here thanks to you."
"But I wouldn't be here if there hadn't been you." he said.
"Then your debt in paid. I saved you, you save me. We're even." she said ending the discussion.
"Yeah, I guess...I guess you're right. Let's finish patching your wounds." he said as he started rubbing the poultice on her back.
When he finished with her back, he started to rub around on her sides and stomach. She felt her heart rate get faster again. She could tell that he was deep in thought. Maybe he was trying to find something he had hidden deep within himself. Could it be about how he felt about her? She was scared that he might not feel the same way she did. She was also scared the she would never find the strength...the strength to tell him. She was scared of that too, that she would find the strength to tell him that she...
"Do you want me to put the jacket back on you?" he asked not knowing he was breaking into her thoughts. "T'Pol are you listening to me?"
"Yes. I'm listening. What was it?"
"Do you want me to put the jacket back on you? It's still a little wet."
"No. Leave it off for awhile." she answered glancing away from him.
"Alright, I'll put it by the fire to get it to dry faster. Do you want your breakfast now?"
"Have you ate yet?"
"No, I'm not that hungry." he said brushing off her question.
"You need nutrition as well to give you strength."
"I'm more worried about you. Besides, you give me the strength I need." he said not really knowing what just came out of his mouth. T'Pol was a little stunned by this comment, so was he.
Getting up to get their breakfast, he almost fell over with dizziness. "Sorry about that. I'm not that steady." he apologized. When he had returned and sat back down beside her, he asked, "Which do you want first the honey or the berries?"
"What kind of berries are they?"
"I think they're some kind of wild blackberries."
"I'll try them first. How about you?" she asked.
"I think I'll have the same." he said smiling as he fed her the berries.
"The trees are very green, I wonder if this is something like spring on Earth?" he said making small talk.
"Yes." she said.
They sat in silence for awhile admiring the scenery. The forest was very green, almost neon like. The shrubbery was very flared and all over the place. There was all kinds of exotic ferns and vines climbing up the trees. For what they had seen so far there wasn't very much wildlife about. Maybe a rodent or two had crossed by them, but that was about it. The planet for the most part was very much like Earth, mainly the wooded areas of Colorado. The sky had the same brilliant blue color and huge, fluffy clouds. It must have an atmosphere like that of Earth. It felt nice to both of them to be in some place that looked like the home they had both left behind, Klingons or no Klingons, this was peaceful and serene.
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When they had finished all of the berries, he gave her a drink of water. Then took a drink himself. "Well, would you like to try the honey now?" he asked grinning.
"Is it any good?" she asked questionably.
"What?! Honey? It's the best."
"Okay. How am I going to eat it? My hands hurt too much to eat it off them."
"Well, I guess I could feed you." he said sheepishly.
"How? We don't have a spoon." she said matter of factually.
"Don't need one, I could use my fingers, or I could go and find a stick that could be used as a spoon. I think I..."
"No, don't worry about it. Just use your fingers. I'm sure they're clean." she said trying to make a joke.
"Funny. Ha-ha-ha."
To tell the truth she was a little unnerved by this, but she did not argue with him. he dipped his fingers into the honey then gently and slowly put it on her lips. They were staring at each other deeply in the eyes. "Good?" he asked with a slight sigh.
She didn't say anything. just licked her lips and nodded. Then he put some up to his lips and ate it. Dipping his fingers back into the honey a sudden urge went through him. On the spur of the moment he slowly leaned forward and kissed her. Pulling away from her and looking into her eyes, he could feel the she was feeling the same way he did. He leaned forward and kissed her again, only this time deeper and more passionate. T'Pol, not pulling away and forgetting about being Vulcan, put her aching arms around him. He pulled her closer and after what seemed like forever they pulled back.
He really wanted to kiss her again, but knew better than to. "I'm so sorry." he apologized, "I don't know what came over me, I guess...I guess I'm not thinking clearly. I..."
"Jon," she said stopping him, "It's okay, There is nothing to be sorry for. I could have stopped you, but didn't. I believe that also says that I'm a...little under the weather myself."
"I know, but,.. It never should have happened. I'm sorry, really sorry. It won't ever happen again."
"I will forgive you, but I don't believe it was because of not thinking clearly. Is there something you would like to tell me?" she asked like she already knew the answer.
"What, what are you talking about? What would I have to tell you?" he said very defensively, not looking at her directly in the eyes. She stared at him with an uncanny look of 'don't lie to me.' He finally looked at her and sighed deeply as a sound of surrender. Then spoke up.
"Okay, okay! You got me." he paused for awhile then looked at his feet, "I kinda, sorta, have some type of feelings for you." he whispered. "But...I'm not sure what those feelings are exactly. I hope your not offended or shocked by all of this?"
"No, I'm not really. You see I have also been having some emotions that I can not ignore any longer. When ever you are around me and even when you touch me, I get this emotion, but I'm not sure what it is. It is a combination of terror and joy. I was wondering if you had any insight as to what this could mean." she confessed herself.
"Boy, do we have a lot to talk about." Jonathan laughed, " Well, I'd say you're feeling the exact thing I feel when I'm around you."
"What do you suppose we do about it." T'Pol questioned in an almost worried voice.
"It would be a shame to let feelings like these dwindle into nothing."
"Are you saying we act on these...emotions? Even when we get back to Enterprise?" she questioned.
"Well, we will just cross that bridge when we get there. It'll be a big leap, but I'm willing to risk it if you are." he said in a calm, almost mesmerizing voice. A voice that no woman, Vulcan or not, could resist.
She looked at him with a serene look on her face and nodded in agreement. Then they just stared at each other and the surroundings around them. To Jonathan it was the best moment in his life that he could recall. Even T'Pol felt more relaxed than she had been in the past couple of months that she had been on Enterprise, working side by side with Jonathan. She never dreamed that she would have fallen in love with him. Not in her Vulcan life, but now she didn't know what she would do without him, even though she was not yet ready to admit that to him.
Jonathan leaned in close to kiss her again but then stopped. "Did you hear that?" he asked. All of a sudden two Klingons jumped out of the woods and grabbed a hold of them. One of them started taking T'Pol in one direction then the other took Jonathan in the opposite direction. Jonathan tried to get free to go rescue T'Pol, but was knocked out. "Jonathan!" T'Pol tried to get him to wake up before they drug her out of the area.
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Jonathan woke up chained to a tree, and was a little bloody. "Uh...my head. Where am I?" he spotted a Klingon nearby. "Hey, where is my science officer?" he demanded.
"Your science officer is just fine. You don't have to worry about her anymore." he answered sarcastically.
This scared Jonathan very much, not knowing if his best friend, and now, the person he loves, could be dead. But, of course she was alive, thrown into a small cage on the other side of the camp. Just far enough away where she couldn't see Jonathan or hear him, nor he could see or hear her. One of the Klingons approached her, "You are the ones who poisoned my ship and almost killed my crew. That would have been a very unhonorable death."
"Jon...my Captain has already explained to your captain that we are the ones who kept you from dying from an unhonorable death. You should thank us." T'Pol explained.
"Lies! All lies! We will get your captain or you to confess to your crimes. Then we will see who dies without honor!" the Klingon screamed. The he turned around and walk away grunting to himself about how worthless humans.
End Ch. 4 (ch. 5 coming hopefully sooner)