T'Pol woke at her body's accustomed time to bright sunlight streaming in
the windows. It was indeed a beautiful site. After her meditation the
night before, she felt more in control, more herself. Captain Archer
certainly had a way of making her doubt herself as a Vulcan. There had
been times on Enterprise when she heard the crew laughing and having a good
time that part of her wished she could join in.
But it was impossible. Not because Vulcans did not experience emotions, on the contrary they felt them even stronger. No, it was because T'Pol had spent all of her life as a Vulcan. She had first meditated at the age of five. It would be nearly impossible to change her ways now. But still, sometimes she thought of how she knew she had to be a Vulcan physiologically, but spiritually?
T'Pol shook her head.
She could not go there. It would be dangerous to tamper with what her people ad sought to control over centuries. She knew the consequences all to well.
* * *
"Ah, what a beautiful day!" The exclamation came from Travis who had gotten a wonderful night's sleep. Trip, on the other hand, had not.
"Easy for you to say,' Trip grumbled. He turned to Hoshi. "Why did I let you talk me into that swimming contest, and then the drinking contest, and then the arm-wrestling contest, and then-"
He was cut off.
"I didn't make you do anything," She stressed. "If you chose to defend your manly pride, it's no skin off my nose. And it's not my fault you didn't get enough sleep."
The trio was sitting on the comfortable couches and chairs that populated the inn's common room. Just then Jonathan came bounding down the stairs. And, yes, I mean bounding.
He clapped his hands together. "So gang, has everyone had breakfast?" He looked positively exuberant.
This had an immediate affect on Trip, who brightened.
"Well, well, well, Jonny boy, it seems like someone had a good night! Do tell."
Jonathan grinned. "It's not what you think. I simply ate well, slept well,-"
"Dreamt well," Hoshi cut in. She was beaming.
He laughed, but said nothing more on the subject. "I repeat, has everyone eaten?"
"Oooh, a nice diversionary tactic by the Captain." That was Malcolm who had joined the group. "And yes, we've all eaten."
"Good, then I suggest you get to what you need to do. I'm told that the sun sets early this time of year. I'm going to wait here for T'Pol. In the meantime, make sure you have some fun. This is supposed to be a vacation. That's an order."
They all smiled at his joke, and went off to their business. Jonathan sat in the chair previously occupied by Trip to wait for T'Pol. It was his turn to smile when he thought of the renegade kiss he had placed on her hand.
The smile seemed to brighten when he saw her descending the stairs to join him. She never ceased to amaze him with her beauty. 'And her intelligence,' he added as an afterthought. Intelligent and resourceful she was, but it was not the forefront of his thinking at the moment.
"Captain."
"T'Pol, good morning. I trust you haven't eaten."
"Not yet," she responded. He seemed to be in a very good mood. No doubt why, she told herself, and almost blushed when she thought of his lips on her hand. Even that slight contact had left shivers up and down her spine. Or perhaps it was the idea of his lips touching her more than the action that made her shiver.
"Good, we'll eat together then." His smile shone out at her again, and she couldn't help but look deep into his eyes before he broke their mental contact by leading the way to a table.
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But it was impossible. Not because Vulcans did not experience emotions, on the contrary they felt them even stronger. No, it was because T'Pol had spent all of her life as a Vulcan. She had first meditated at the age of five. It would be nearly impossible to change her ways now. But still, sometimes she thought of how she knew she had to be a Vulcan physiologically, but spiritually?
T'Pol shook her head.
She could not go there. It would be dangerous to tamper with what her people ad sought to control over centuries. She knew the consequences all to well.
* * *
"Ah, what a beautiful day!" The exclamation came from Travis who had gotten a wonderful night's sleep. Trip, on the other hand, had not.
"Easy for you to say,' Trip grumbled. He turned to Hoshi. "Why did I let you talk me into that swimming contest, and then the drinking contest, and then the arm-wrestling contest, and then-"
He was cut off.
"I didn't make you do anything," She stressed. "If you chose to defend your manly pride, it's no skin off my nose. And it's not my fault you didn't get enough sleep."
The trio was sitting on the comfortable couches and chairs that populated the inn's common room. Just then Jonathan came bounding down the stairs. And, yes, I mean bounding.
He clapped his hands together. "So gang, has everyone had breakfast?" He looked positively exuberant.
This had an immediate affect on Trip, who brightened.
"Well, well, well, Jonny boy, it seems like someone had a good night! Do tell."
Jonathan grinned. "It's not what you think. I simply ate well, slept well,-"
"Dreamt well," Hoshi cut in. She was beaming.
He laughed, but said nothing more on the subject. "I repeat, has everyone eaten?"
"Oooh, a nice diversionary tactic by the Captain." That was Malcolm who had joined the group. "And yes, we've all eaten."
"Good, then I suggest you get to what you need to do. I'm told that the sun sets early this time of year. I'm going to wait here for T'Pol. In the meantime, make sure you have some fun. This is supposed to be a vacation. That's an order."
They all smiled at his joke, and went off to their business. Jonathan sat in the chair previously occupied by Trip to wait for T'Pol. It was his turn to smile when he thought of the renegade kiss he had placed on her hand.
The smile seemed to brighten when he saw her descending the stairs to join him. She never ceased to amaze him with her beauty. 'And her intelligence,' he added as an afterthought. Intelligent and resourceful she was, but it was not the forefront of his thinking at the moment.
"Captain."
"T'Pol, good morning. I trust you haven't eaten."
"Not yet," she responded. He seemed to be in a very good mood. No doubt why, she told herself, and almost blushed when she thought of his lips on her hand. Even that slight contact had left shivers up and down her spine. Or perhaps it was the idea of his lips touching her more than the action that made her shiver.
"Good, we'll eat together then." His smile shone out at her again, and she couldn't help but look deep into his eyes before he broke their mental contact by leading the way to a table.
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