Disclaimer: Nothing here is mine, I'm just playing with it for a while.
Author's Note: This is dialog heavy, but just an idea I had. Originally this story was The Price of Friendship. But I erased that one and am reworking it, piece by piece. I really like comments. Compliments are always good, but true critique in a constructive tone is even better. I welcome character analysis as well as issues of plausibility. So far, while there have been some changes to the story, it still runs pretty congruent to the original. Now, on the whole I had to throw everything out, except for some chunks of dialog. I ended up changing a lot and rewriting a lot. Bu one of the first rules of revision is "Kill all your darlings." Happy Reading.
ABOVE AND BEYOND FRIENDSHIP
By Beeswax
Chapter 7: Returning
The Vulcan officers of the P'Taun were not particularly friendly. T'Pol never left their quarters. Trip would bring her her meals and anything else she needed. She said it was because of her condition. It was improper for her to be out and about. Trip knew it was shame.
At first it bothered, him, but as he saw how rigid the social structure was on the ship, he had begun to understand.
Sometimes, she was herself, and she would be very cool and sober in her demeanor. Other times she was manic and unlike anything he had ever seen before. This was what her emotionless exterior contained. This was T'Pol unbound.
During those times, Trip tried to hold her while she carried on, tried to sooth her with his touch and then eventually his kiss. But he could tell she was getting worse. The longer this went on, the worse it was. She was losing her hold on logic and it was destroying her.
Trip prayed that they would get to her planet in time and that someone could help her.