Author's Note: I was not pleased with the way chapter 3 turned out, so I
took the story off FF.Net to work on it. I have put chapters 1 and 2 back
on, and if you have any ideas on chapter 3, let me know, I am very open to
suggestions. On to the story.
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T'Pol sat at her station, upright without expression on her face. She did not allow herself to be distracted by anyone or anything not relevant to her duties. That was the way she was, she experienced none of the pleasures of her human counterparts onboard. T'Pol was to work hard, that was her life, and she accepted it
Lately, though, she found herself having to meditate for longer periods of time than normal. Her emotions had been closer to the surface for the past few days. It was difficult to keep herself in check, and it was curious that this difficulty was especially intense around Captain Archer. He elicited a strange feeling from her, something she didn't understand. It confused her and made her uncomfortable. That was the reason she decided to go see Dr. Phlox in search of relief from this emotional distress.
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Dr. Phlox examined the Sub-Commander by running a scanner over her person. He was concerned at the description of her symptoms; it was very unlike T'Pol to be having difficulty controlling her emotions. He sighed at her results.
"Nothing, Sub-Commander. I can run a more complex test if you wish."
She closed her eyes. "I cannot understand this.feeling. What is happening?" Phlox could tell she was frustrated, which concerned him even more. "T'Pol, I would suggest you let me scan your brain for any anomalies, I can then give you something to help you sleep. I will have the results by tomorrow."
She did as he asked, and with her sedative, asked for an analgesic, for her head began to hurt. Her quarters had never seemed so far away. That night, she did not even bother to meditate; she just stripped and pulled the sheets over her shoulders to drift off into oblivion.
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When T'Pol didn't show up for her shift the next morning, and didn't answer her intercom, Captain Archer went to her quarters himself. He chimed the door twice before overriding the lock and entering the room. What he found there slightly shocked him. T'Pol was still in bed, and Archer was surprised by the state of her bedclothes. Sheets had been kicked off and the blanket was on the ground. T'Pol herself was splayed out on the bed, her arms above her head, one falling off the bed. Her shirt had ridden up, exposing her flat stomach. Archer stared at her for a moment before he realized what he was doing.
He walked over to the bed and knelt down next to it. He was apprehensive as to how T'Pol would feel if he shook her awake.
"T'Pol. T'Pol, wake up." He touched her shoulder. Then louder, "T'Pol!" She startled awake, grabbing his arm and taking him to the ground as she attacked him in a sleep-clouded state.
Jonathan found himself on the floor, with T'Pol straddling his stomach, pressing her forearm to his neck. She shouted something at him in Vulcan. Then, all of the sudden, she relaxed, as if realizing what she was doing, and who she was doing it to. She collapsed onto his chest, seemingly exhausted, and a shocked Archer felt sobs racking her body.
"Hey, hey there. What's the matter?" He was very worried; this was not a situation he found himself in often. T'Pol behavior was shocking at the least, scary as hell at the most. Jonathan did his best to sit up with T'Pol still resting on his chest. When he finally did, she didn't let go, but started laughing, laughing like she had never laughed in her life. She hasn't, she's Vulcan, Jonathan thought to himself. He reached for the com on the wall and spoke into it. "Archer to Phlox. T'Pol's.sick or something, I'm bringing her to sickbay now."
MORE SOON.
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T'Pol sat at her station, upright without expression on her face. She did not allow herself to be distracted by anyone or anything not relevant to her duties. That was the way she was, she experienced none of the pleasures of her human counterparts onboard. T'Pol was to work hard, that was her life, and she accepted it
Lately, though, she found herself having to meditate for longer periods of time than normal. Her emotions had been closer to the surface for the past few days. It was difficult to keep herself in check, and it was curious that this difficulty was especially intense around Captain Archer. He elicited a strange feeling from her, something she didn't understand. It confused her and made her uncomfortable. That was the reason she decided to go see Dr. Phlox in search of relief from this emotional distress.
* * *
Dr. Phlox examined the Sub-Commander by running a scanner over her person. He was concerned at the description of her symptoms; it was very unlike T'Pol to be having difficulty controlling her emotions. He sighed at her results.
"Nothing, Sub-Commander. I can run a more complex test if you wish."
She closed her eyes. "I cannot understand this.feeling. What is happening?" Phlox could tell she was frustrated, which concerned him even more. "T'Pol, I would suggest you let me scan your brain for any anomalies, I can then give you something to help you sleep. I will have the results by tomorrow."
She did as he asked, and with her sedative, asked for an analgesic, for her head began to hurt. Her quarters had never seemed so far away. That night, she did not even bother to meditate; she just stripped and pulled the sheets over her shoulders to drift off into oblivion.
* * *
When T'Pol didn't show up for her shift the next morning, and didn't answer her intercom, Captain Archer went to her quarters himself. He chimed the door twice before overriding the lock and entering the room. What he found there slightly shocked him. T'Pol was still in bed, and Archer was surprised by the state of her bedclothes. Sheets had been kicked off and the blanket was on the ground. T'Pol herself was splayed out on the bed, her arms above her head, one falling off the bed. Her shirt had ridden up, exposing her flat stomach. Archer stared at her for a moment before he realized what he was doing.
He walked over to the bed and knelt down next to it. He was apprehensive as to how T'Pol would feel if he shook her awake.
"T'Pol. T'Pol, wake up." He touched her shoulder. Then louder, "T'Pol!" She startled awake, grabbing his arm and taking him to the ground as she attacked him in a sleep-clouded state.
Jonathan found himself on the floor, with T'Pol straddling his stomach, pressing her forearm to his neck. She shouted something at him in Vulcan. Then, all of the sudden, she relaxed, as if realizing what she was doing, and who she was doing it to. She collapsed onto his chest, seemingly exhausted, and a shocked Archer felt sobs racking her body.
"Hey, hey there. What's the matter?" He was very worried; this was not a situation he found himself in often. T'Pol behavior was shocking at the least, scary as hell at the most. Jonathan did his best to sit up with T'Pol still resting on his chest. When he finally did, she didn't let go, but started laughing, laughing like she had never laughed in her life. She hasn't, she's Vulcan, Jonathan thought to himself. He reached for the com on the wall and spoke into it. "Archer to Phlox. T'Pol's.sick or something, I'm bringing her to sickbay now."
MORE SOON.