Title: Caraid
Author: CassandraD
Disclaimer: I own all charaqcters, and if you buy that I'll sell you the
Golden Gate Bridge too.
Captain's Ready Room
Jon Archer sat silently working on reports.
Breoop
At the sound Jon looked up in relief.
'Enter' He called keeping his voice neutral.
As Phlox stepped through the door the look on his face immediately made Jon worried. Phlox's face was a portrait of worry and left no doubt he was the bearer of bad news.
With a blink Jon's mind returned to the present. The Enterprise was hurtling through space in excess of warp five, but Jon Archer knew all the equations, had crunched the numbers time and again. Their speed, even if they could maintain it, would not be fast enough. This 'Pon Farr' was killing his science officer and there was nothing Phlox could do.
He could hardly believe what little Phlox had been able to tell him. He knew how he would feel if she died. He had known since the High Command tried to take her away. She had trusted him to have her back, he had told her he'd always be there if she needed someone she could trust. T'Pol's condition was critical. He had only one option left, even if she would hate him for it. Jonathan Archer knew he couldn't live if she died. All these thoughts ran through his mind as he stood in front of the door to T'Pol's quarters.
His fingers tapped in the sequence that would override the lock allowing him entrance. The door swooshed open and there stood T'Pol, beautiful to his eyes, in the middle of her ruined quarters. T'Pol's few possessions scattered and padds littered the floor, the candle burning a remnant of failed meditation attempts.
Her eyes had locked on him the moment he entered. A predator's gaze instead of a friends. He had avoided looking at her. The door closed behind him, he knew he would not, could not, back out.
"T'Pol," as if his speaking her name had been a signal she approached, her hands reaching out and running over his body, clothed in nothing more than a t-shirt and workout shorts. A soft animalistic sound issuing from T'Pol's throat.
"I know what's happening to you." He spoke in a soft almost pleading tone, as his hand caressed her face in a reverent manner. His eyes locked on hers in a stare he hoped communicated how he loved her. He stepped infinitesimally forward pulling T'Pol into a searing kiss. As their lips broke apart so they could remove each other's clothes he whispered in her ear, "Please don't hate me." His mind finishing, 'I would die without you, caraid.'
Captain's Ready Room
Jon Archer sat silently working on reports.
Breoop
At the sound Jon looked up in relief.
'Enter' He called keeping his voice neutral.
As Phlox stepped through the door the look on his face immediately made Jon worried. Phlox's face was a portrait of worry and left no doubt he was the bearer of bad news.
With a blink Jon's mind returned to the present. The Enterprise was hurtling through space in excess of warp five, but Jon Archer knew all the equations, had crunched the numbers time and again. Their speed, even if they could maintain it, would not be fast enough. This 'Pon Farr' was killing his science officer and there was nothing Phlox could do.
He could hardly believe what little Phlox had been able to tell him. He knew how he would feel if she died. He had known since the High Command tried to take her away. She had trusted him to have her back, he had told her he'd always be there if she needed someone she could trust. T'Pol's condition was critical. He had only one option left, even if she would hate him for it. Jonathan Archer knew he couldn't live if she died. All these thoughts ran through his mind as he stood in front of the door to T'Pol's quarters.
His fingers tapped in the sequence that would override the lock allowing him entrance. The door swooshed open and there stood T'Pol, beautiful to his eyes, in the middle of her ruined quarters. T'Pol's few possessions scattered and padds littered the floor, the candle burning a remnant of failed meditation attempts.
Her eyes had locked on him the moment he entered. A predator's gaze instead of a friends. He had avoided looking at her. The door closed behind him, he knew he would not, could not, back out.
"T'Pol," as if his speaking her name had been a signal she approached, her hands reaching out and running over his body, clothed in nothing more than a t-shirt and workout shorts. A soft animalistic sound issuing from T'Pol's throat.
"I know what's happening to you." He spoke in a soft almost pleading tone, as his hand caressed her face in a reverent manner. His eyes locked on hers in a stare he hoped communicated how he loved her. He stepped infinitesimally forward pulling T'Pol into a searing kiss. As their lips broke apart so they could remove each other's clothes he whispered in her ear, "Please don't hate me." His mind finishing, 'I would die without you, caraid.'