Happy, happy, joy, joy! My Mummy brought me Krispy Kreams....LoL! Here's the second part of
'Unforeseen'. Hope you all faired well through New Years, as for me, I've sworn off Jell-O shooters for
LIFE!!! (Katz is crazy and Margarita encourages it!) Those two ladies throw quite a party though,
Margies hubby, Gino, even got into the swing of things by continuously jigging the jigger and pouring out
Zombies! (I-eeeeeeeeee!) Needless to say, I was truly feeling my age the next morning, at least they had
the decency to serve menudo along with the chorizo and eggs...LoL! Oh yeah, usual disclaimer (see first
part of story).
Unforeseen Part 2
Captain Archer groaned as the alarm rang, without opening his eyes, he reached over and slapped the
snooze button and curled back around the small body next to him. He probably would have fallen
immediately back to sleep, but as he began to drift off a cold wet nose prodded him in the nape, followed
by his ear receiving a wet slurp.
Trying not to disturb his partner, he roughly whispered, "Porthos, please. I'll be up in just a little."
The beagle cocked his head as his ears perked forward. He leaped off the bed and curled up on his bed,
satisfied by the response.
Fifteen minutes passed in no time, this time Archer had to respond as the alarm started ringing. With
great care, he reluctantly climbed out of bed, he stood a moment and gazed lovingly at the sleeping
woman before him.
She seemed even more beautiful, a treasure he cherished deeply. If anybody had told him a year ago that
he would end up falling in love with a Vulcan, and this one in particular, he would have had them
committed. But now, here they were together, and with a child on the way to boot! That had been totally
unforeseen when they had joined together as bond mates, the Vulcan science directorate had deemed
interspecies breeding was impossible.
Stepping quietly into the bathroom, he showered and shaved before dressing, then he sat down on the edge
of the bed and softly asked, "T'Pol, were you planning on working today?"
A faint sigh issued from under the covers as she slowly rolled onto her back and stretched out. He
couldn't suppress from grinning as she peered up at him in a state of total disarray. The hair on the right
side was flattened and pressed upwards, and there were small creases from the pillow on that side of her
face as well.
With an effort, she held back the sickness that, if anything, was worse than the preceding day's. Once it
passed, she quietly replied, "I did not hear the alarm go off."
"It went off twice actually. How are you feeling this morning?"
"I believe I now fully understand what is meant by 'abysmal'."
Archer studied her a moment, she looked pail and drawn, with none of her usual energy. Worry nagged
at him as he lightly caressed the side of her face, it carried through in his voice as he spoke, "It might not
be a bad idea if you stayed here and tried to get a little more rest. If something comes up, I'll contact you."
"Jonathan. I am still quite capable of performing my normal duties. There is no need to lighten them so
soon."
He wanted to argue that she could barely get out of bed, let alone work non-stop for an entire shift, but she
slid out from under the covers and made her way to the restroom with some semblance of her normal
vigor. Still doubtful, he stuck his head through the partially closed door and stated, "All right, but at the
first sign of fatigue you had better inform me."
The movements on the other side of the barrier paused as she peered around the edge, "Are you making
that an order?"
"Do I have to?"
With only the barest flicker of her brow, she cooly answered, "Since you seem determined to restrict my
activities to the minimal, no."
Feeling slightly annoyed by her comment, he threw his hands up and looked heavenwards in frustration as
he grumbled, "Women!"
She listened as he said something before leaving in an irritated state. Relaxing, she considered what had
just happened. He seemed to think that she suddenly required an inordinate amount of rest due to her
condition. Perhaps if she had the doctor go over her file with him he would see that all she really required
was a few additional nutrients and for this annoying nausea to desist! She only hoped the doctor was
correct when he said it was a transitory state and would end shortly, it was rather disconcerting to have
one's inners rebel each time she awoke.
T'Pol was putting her shoes on when the com buzzed. She paused as she considered who it could be
placing a call through the Captain's private quarter's, quickly concluding it must be Jonathan.
"Yes."
"Well isn't that a proper response for an officer who's on duty."
"I was just on my way out, was there something you needed?"
His response was rife with humor, "Possibly, but unfortunately it's going to have to wait till we're off
duty!"
"If that was all..."
"I was just checking to be sure you were all right, I'll see you in a couple of minutes."
She made a brief inspection in the mirror to be certain her appearance was presentable before brusquely
leaving. Her mind wandered over how Jonathan was behaving towards her, the sudden interest in her
well being was understandable, but to constantly inquire about it was a bit much in her eyes. She made a
mental note to ask Doctor Phlox about it later.
As she entered the bridge, the Captain swung around and watched as she took her station, his expression a
model of control. The only other person who took note of her entrance was Ensign Sato who glanced over
and quietly said, "Good morning Sub-commander."
It was a fairly routine morning, T'Pol was aware that Jonathan glanced her way several times over the
course of the shift, observing her unobtrusively. Near the midday, Commander Tucker strode onto the
bridge and gave the Captain his report on the latest upgrades and evaluations.
"Ya know Capt'n, if I could squeeze a lil' more efficiency outta the drive without heatin' up the dampers,
we could maintain warp 5 a lot longer than we did when the Suliban where after us."
Archer chuckled as he shook his head, "If anybody can figure out how to do that, you'll be the one!"
Trip started to laugh when his stomach made an audible grumble, he responded with a sheepish grin as he
spoke, "Guess I lost track of time there."
"Care to join me for lunch Commander?", the Captain asked, then he turned to his science officer with a
questioning look and said, "How about you Sub-commander?"
When both of then accepted, they left as a group and made their way to the Captain's private mess. Once
they were seated and their meals served, Tucker sat back and regarded them a moment before asking
tentatively, "So, how's everything going between you two?"
Barring the communications officer, their chief engineer was the only other person who had any idea of
the relationship that had developed between them. He curbed his curiosity most of the time with only an
occasional inquiry.
Archer smiled as he shifted his glance to her before responding, "Pretty good Trip. In fact, better then we
could have expected."
"Oh?"
T'Pol felt her mate's mind reach out to her's, a gentle caress of emotion indicating his desire to share with
his friend the true state of her condition. Turning her gaze to him, she saw the earnest desire in his eyes
as he reached over to take her hand. So with a little nod, she gave his hand a gentle squeeze as she
permitted him the courtesy.
The Captain studied Trip a moment before finally asking, "How do you feel about being a God-father
Trip?"
" A wha'?" Then the Commander's jaw dropped as he realized what his friend was implying, the shocked
expression quickly shifted to one of amazed delight as he replied, "You mean ta tell me you two are
expecting a baby?"
Nodding, Archer continued, "Yes Trip, we are. Only for now, we would rather it not be known since the
possibility was supposedly impossible."
"Don't tell me; 'cause the Vulcan science directorate said it was, right?"
"Right. Hopefully we won't have to keep it secret for too much longer, we're still waiting to hear from
T'Pol's family."
Tucker's response reflected his surprise as he addressed her, "You already told yer family?"
"It was necessary since we have become bonded. As such, it will make my condition more, acceptable, to
those who would otherwise oppose my choice for mate."
He whistled as he sat back, knowing that her disclosure must've shocked the folks back home. Hell, once
Starfleet found out about it, there was gonna be all sorts of trouble! With a sudden start, Trip turned to
Archer, "Jon, you could be court marshaled for this ya know?"
Placing a hand firmly on Trip's shoulder, the steady gaze he fixed on him conveying his resolve, "I'm not
going to hide my feelings for T'Pol from anyone. If they have a problem with that then, so be it. And if
they can't accept the fact that she's carrying my child, to hell with them! This is how it is. I don't know
how it was possible, but it is, and I will never deny her or the baby."
Tucker felt pride at his friend's response, but still fearful about his future once the powers that be got wind
of this. He gave a curt nod as he softly said, "Jus' so ya know, whatever happens, I'll be there 100%...for
both of you!"
"Thanks Trip, but hopefully we won't need you to be."
T'Pol looked over and quietly added, "I appreciate your willing support Commander, especially when one
considers your original antagonism towards me."
He answered somewhat embarrassed as his face colored, "Aw shucks, guess I was just too ignorant before
to notice what a nice person you could be when ya wanted!"
One brow lifted delicately as she regarded him a moment before turning back to Archer, "He does raise a
valid concern though, irregardless of fault, we have breached regulations and must surely answer for that."
Lifting her hand to his lips, he placed a light kiss on it as he replied, "Some of those regulations date back
to the late 20th and early 21st centuries when the military was still experimenting with mixed-sex troops.
A bit out-of-date if you ask me."
"Are you saying that some regulations no longer apply and should be ignored?"
"God yes, some of those rules don't even make sense anymore!"
Clearing his throat, Trip waded into the discussion, "Pardon me, but most of them rules and regs are still
used 'cause it's convenient to. Each time we regrouped after a war or sumthin', it was easier for those in
charge to just use the previous set of guidelines that worked, established by their predecessors rather then
have to come up with a whole new set on their own."
He received a set of surprised glances when he finished, the Captain began to chuckle while shaking his
head.
"I wonder how many others have come to that same conclusion?"
They would have continued, but the com buzzed, "Captain, we've just received a high priority message
with a security seal on it for the Sub-commander."
"Thanks Hoshi, she'll take it shortly."
They stood and made for the door, Archer offering his arm to T'Pol. Before exiting, Tucker paused and
said quietly, "Good luck, and Jon..."
"Yes?"
"I would love ta be a God-father to any kids of your's!"
The two of them laughed as they strolled through the mess, drawing curious looks from people, some
taking note of how the Captain led their science officer by the arm in apparent accord. Not a one dared
comment out of respect for their privacy.
~ End ~
'Unforeseen'. Hope you all faired well through New Years, as for me, I've sworn off Jell-O shooters for
LIFE!!! (Katz is crazy and Margarita encourages it!) Those two ladies throw quite a party though,
Margies hubby, Gino, even got into the swing of things by continuously jigging the jigger and pouring out
Zombies! (I-eeeeeeeeee!) Needless to say, I was truly feeling my age the next morning, at least they had
the decency to serve menudo along with the chorizo and eggs...LoL! Oh yeah, usual disclaimer (see first
part of story).
Unforeseen Part 2
Captain Archer groaned as the alarm rang, without opening his eyes, he reached over and slapped the
snooze button and curled back around the small body next to him. He probably would have fallen
immediately back to sleep, but as he began to drift off a cold wet nose prodded him in the nape, followed
by his ear receiving a wet slurp.
Trying not to disturb his partner, he roughly whispered, "Porthos, please. I'll be up in just a little."
The beagle cocked his head as his ears perked forward. He leaped off the bed and curled up on his bed,
satisfied by the response.
Fifteen minutes passed in no time, this time Archer had to respond as the alarm started ringing. With
great care, he reluctantly climbed out of bed, he stood a moment and gazed lovingly at the sleeping
woman before him.
She seemed even more beautiful, a treasure he cherished deeply. If anybody had told him a year ago that
he would end up falling in love with a Vulcan, and this one in particular, he would have had them
committed. But now, here they were together, and with a child on the way to boot! That had been totally
unforeseen when they had joined together as bond mates, the Vulcan science directorate had deemed
interspecies breeding was impossible.
Stepping quietly into the bathroom, he showered and shaved before dressing, then he sat down on the edge
of the bed and softly asked, "T'Pol, were you planning on working today?"
A faint sigh issued from under the covers as she slowly rolled onto her back and stretched out. He
couldn't suppress from grinning as she peered up at him in a state of total disarray. The hair on the right
side was flattened and pressed upwards, and there were small creases from the pillow on that side of her
face as well.
With an effort, she held back the sickness that, if anything, was worse than the preceding day's. Once it
passed, she quietly replied, "I did not hear the alarm go off."
"It went off twice actually. How are you feeling this morning?"
"I believe I now fully understand what is meant by 'abysmal'."
Archer studied her a moment, she looked pail and drawn, with none of her usual energy. Worry nagged
at him as he lightly caressed the side of her face, it carried through in his voice as he spoke, "It might not
be a bad idea if you stayed here and tried to get a little more rest. If something comes up, I'll contact you."
"Jonathan. I am still quite capable of performing my normal duties. There is no need to lighten them so
soon."
He wanted to argue that she could barely get out of bed, let alone work non-stop for an entire shift, but she
slid out from under the covers and made her way to the restroom with some semblance of her normal
vigor. Still doubtful, he stuck his head through the partially closed door and stated, "All right, but at the
first sign of fatigue you had better inform me."
The movements on the other side of the barrier paused as she peered around the edge, "Are you making
that an order?"
"Do I have to?"
With only the barest flicker of her brow, she cooly answered, "Since you seem determined to restrict my
activities to the minimal, no."
Feeling slightly annoyed by her comment, he threw his hands up and looked heavenwards in frustration as
he grumbled, "Women!"
She listened as he said something before leaving in an irritated state. Relaxing, she considered what had
just happened. He seemed to think that she suddenly required an inordinate amount of rest due to her
condition. Perhaps if she had the doctor go over her file with him he would see that all she really required
was a few additional nutrients and for this annoying nausea to desist! She only hoped the doctor was
correct when he said it was a transitory state and would end shortly, it was rather disconcerting to have
one's inners rebel each time she awoke.
T'Pol was putting her shoes on when the com buzzed. She paused as she considered who it could be
placing a call through the Captain's private quarter's, quickly concluding it must be Jonathan.
"Yes."
"Well isn't that a proper response for an officer who's on duty."
"I was just on my way out, was there something you needed?"
His response was rife with humor, "Possibly, but unfortunately it's going to have to wait till we're off
duty!"
"If that was all..."
"I was just checking to be sure you were all right, I'll see you in a couple of minutes."
She made a brief inspection in the mirror to be certain her appearance was presentable before brusquely
leaving. Her mind wandered over how Jonathan was behaving towards her, the sudden interest in her
well being was understandable, but to constantly inquire about it was a bit much in her eyes. She made a
mental note to ask Doctor Phlox about it later.
As she entered the bridge, the Captain swung around and watched as she took her station, his expression a
model of control. The only other person who took note of her entrance was Ensign Sato who glanced over
and quietly said, "Good morning Sub-commander."
It was a fairly routine morning, T'Pol was aware that Jonathan glanced her way several times over the
course of the shift, observing her unobtrusively. Near the midday, Commander Tucker strode onto the
bridge and gave the Captain his report on the latest upgrades and evaluations.
"Ya know Capt'n, if I could squeeze a lil' more efficiency outta the drive without heatin' up the dampers,
we could maintain warp 5 a lot longer than we did when the Suliban where after us."
Archer chuckled as he shook his head, "If anybody can figure out how to do that, you'll be the one!"
Trip started to laugh when his stomach made an audible grumble, he responded with a sheepish grin as he
spoke, "Guess I lost track of time there."
"Care to join me for lunch Commander?", the Captain asked, then he turned to his science officer with a
questioning look and said, "How about you Sub-commander?"
When both of then accepted, they left as a group and made their way to the Captain's private mess. Once
they were seated and their meals served, Tucker sat back and regarded them a moment before asking
tentatively, "So, how's everything going between you two?"
Barring the communications officer, their chief engineer was the only other person who had any idea of
the relationship that had developed between them. He curbed his curiosity most of the time with only an
occasional inquiry.
Archer smiled as he shifted his glance to her before responding, "Pretty good Trip. In fact, better then we
could have expected."
"Oh?"
T'Pol felt her mate's mind reach out to her's, a gentle caress of emotion indicating his desire to share with
his friend the true state of her condition. Turning her gaze to him, she saw the earnest desire in his eyes
as he reached over to take her hand. So with a little nod, she gave his hand a gentle squeeze as she
permitted him the courtesy.
The Captain studied Trip a moment before finally asking, "How do you feel about being a God-father
Trip?"
" A wha'?" Then the Commander's jaw dropped as he realized what his friend was implying, the shocked
expression quickly shifted to one of amazed delight as he replied, "You mean ta tell me you two are
expecting a baby?"
Nodding, Archer continued, "Yes Trip, we are. Only for now, we would rather it not be known since the
possibility was supposedly impossible."
"Don't tell me; 'cause the Vulcan science directorate said it was, right?"
"Right. Hopefully we won't have to keep it secret for too much longer, we're still waiting to hear from
T'Pol's family."
Tucker's response reflected his surprise as he addressed her, "You already told yer family?"
"It was necessary since we have become bonded. As such, it will make my condition more, acceptable, to
those who would otherwise oppose my choice for mate."
He whistled as he sat back, knowing that her disclosure must've shocked the folks back home. Hell, once
Starfleet found out about it, there was gonna be all sorts of trouble! With a sudden start, Trip turned to
Archer, "Jon, you could be court marshaled for this ya know?"
Placing a hand firmly on Trip's shoulder, the steady gaze he fixed on him conveying his resolve, "I'm not
going to hide my feelings for T'Pol from anyone. If they have a problem with that then, so be it. And if
they can't accept the fact that she's carrying my child, to hell with them! This is how it is. I don't know
how it was possible, but it is, and I will never deny her or the baby."
Tucker felt pride at his friend's response, but still fearful about his future once the powers that be got wind
of this. He gave a curt nod as he softly said, "Jus' so ya know, whatever happens, I'll be there 100%...for
both of you!"
"Thanks Trip, but hopefully we won't need you to be."
T'Pol looked over and quietly added, "I appreciate your willing support Commander, especially when one
considers your original antagonism towards me."
He answered somewhat embarrassed as his face colored, "Aw shucks, guess I was just too ignorant before
to notice what a nice person you could be when ya wanted!"
One brow lifted delicately as she regarded him a moment before turning back to Archer, "He does raise a
valid concern though, irregardless of fault, we have breached regulations and must surely answer for that."
Lifting her hand to his lips, he placed a light kiss on it as he replied, "Some of those regulations date back
to the late 20th and early 21st centuries when the military was still experimenting with mixed-sex troops.
A bit out-of-date if you ask me."
"Are you saying that some regulations no longer apply and should be ignored?"
"God yes, some of those rules don't even make sense anymore!"
Clearing his throat, Trip waded into the discussion, "Pardon me, but most of them rules and regs are still
used 'cause it's convenient to. Each time we regrouped after a war or sumthin', it was easier for those in
charge to just use the previous set of guidelines that worked, established by their predecessors rather then
have to come up with a whole new set on their own."
He received a set of surprised glances when he finished, the Captain began to chuckle while shaking his
head.
"I wonder how many others have come to that same conclusion?"
They would have continued, but the com buzzed, "Captain, we've just received a high priority message
with a security seal on it for the Sub-commander."
"Thanks Hoshi, she'll take it shortly."
They stood and made for the door, Archer offering his arm to T'Pol. Before exiting, Tucker paused and
said quietly, "Good luck, and Jon..."
"Yes?"
"I would love ta be a God-father to any kids of your's!"
The two of them laughed as they strolled through the mess, drawing curious looks from people, some
taking note of how the Captain led their science officer by the arm in apparent accord. Not a one dared
comment out of respect for their privacy.
~ End ~