Author's Note: I was informed you couldn't review unless signed in. That is
fixed now. Sorry. Thank Lattelady for telling me.
Jon Archer sat at the computer terminal in his quarters thinking about the events of the last four months. For over a month and a half he and Trip had watched water polo and talked late into the night on everything from the games to old heartaches. Then the "Never Ending Test of Patience" as Trip liked to call it happened.
He couldn't help the slight smile that touched his lips as he remembered Trip's rant after being found. Once safely in Jon's quarters, cleaned up and drinking root beer he became very clear on his opinion of The First Monarch.
"I'm tellin' ya Cap'n she complained 'bout everythin'." Stated in the tone of the eternally put upon. Jon's only response was a sympathetic look.
"Honestly. She complained 'bout the escape pod we used to get away, 'bout the only planet we could land on, 'bout helping to gather firewood so we wouldn't freeze, 'bout me taken off part of my uniform. Ya saw me! I was decently covered!"
"Yes, Trip. You were wearing more than most people swim in." Jon responded conciliatorily. And so the conversation continued like this for a good half hour before turning into a typical guys night.
Surprisingly by the time they had to seek refuge in the catwalk to weather the Neutrionic Wave Jon found that his relationship with T'Pol was almost back to normal. The almost being a new ability, he noted. Jon found he could read T'Pol with an unerring accuracy and seemed to always know where she was, as if they were somehow connected. He had waited for T'Pol to come to him on her own. Waited to learn if she felt this connection as well. But he could not wait any longer.
Every crewman who saw their Captain as he walked through the corridors wisely cleared a path and remained silent. If later asked they could only have said that Captain Jonathan Archer had the aura of a man whose journey was not to be impeded. As Jon reached T'Pol's quarters there was no hesitation as once again he typed in his code to open the door.
As he stepped through the door his eyes met T'Pol's, registering the concealed surprise at his audacity. Rising gracefully from her seated position in front in front of her meditation candle on the floor.
"Captain?" the question of why he barged in apparent in her tone.
"You know why I'm her T'Pol." stated in a tone that left no argument.
"I do not." She spoke, dismissing him by tone and action as she turned away from him. Which he completely ignored, stepping quickly across the space between them and spinning T'Pol to face him.
His hold firm on T'Pol's left upper arm Jon's free right hand gathered the from of her loose top, pulling it up to revel her belly. Jon's eyes locked on T'Pol's as his hand caressed the rounded swell that had not been there when he made love to her.
"You know what this means T'Pol."
"Yes." Jon doubted anyone else hearing T'Pol would have heard the fear in her voice.
"Then tell me!" Jon's voice was soft but the command was clear. T'Pol said nothing.
"Tell me why you've been sick, why you can't stomach anything but soup, why you've been tired all the time."
As Jon recited her symptoms T'Pol knew from the tone of his voice that as humans said 'he had put two and two together and his math was excellent'. There was no point in denying what he already knew.
"I'm pregnant."
Author's Note: It's a boy. Name suggestions and information on pregnancy please.
Jon Archer sat at the computer terminal in his quarters thinking about the events of the last four months. For over a month and a half he and Trip had watched water polo and talked late into the night on everything from the games to old heartaches. Then the "Never Ending Test of Patience" as Trip liked to call it happened.
He couldn't help the slight smile that touched his lips as he remembered Trip's rant after being found. Once safely in Jon's quarters, cleaned up and drinking root beer he became very clear on his opinion of The First Monarch.
"I'm tellin' ya Cap'n she complained 'bout everythin'." Stated in the tone of the eternally put upon. Jon's only response was a sympathetic look.
"Honestly. She complained 'bout the escape pod we used to get away, 'bout the only planet we could land on, 'bout helping to gather firewood so we wouldn't freeze, 'bout me taken off part of my uniform. Ya saw me! I was decently covered!"
"Yes, Trip. You were wearing more than most people swim in." Jon responded conciliatorily. And so the conversation continued like this for a good half hour before turning into a typical guys night.
Surprisingly by the time they had to seek refuge in the catwalk to weather the Neutrionic Wave Jon found that his relationship with T'Pol was almost back to normal. The almost being a new ability, he noted. Jon found he could read T'Pol with an unerring accuracy and seemed to always know where she was, as if they were somehow connected. He had waited for T'Pol to come to him on her own. Waited to learn if she felt this connection as well. But he could not wait any longer.
Every crewman who saw their Captain as he walked through the corridors wisely cleared a path and remained silent. If later asked they could only have said that Captain Jonathan Archer had the aura of a man whose journey was not to be impeded. As Jon reached T'Pol's quarters there was no hesitation as once again he typed in his code to open the door.
As he stepped through the door his eyes met T'Pol's, registering the concealed surprise at his audacity. Rising gracefully from her seated position in front in front of her meditation candle on the floor.
"Captain?" the question of why he barged in apparent in her tone.
"You know why I'm her T'Pol." stated in a tone that left no argument.
"I do not." She spoke, dismissing him by tone and action as she turned away from him. Which he completely ignored, stepping quickly across the space between them and spinning T'Pol to face him.
His hold firm on T'Pol's left upper arm Jon's free right hand gathered the from of her loose top, pulling it up to revel her belly. Jon's eyes locked on T'Pol's as his hand caressed the rounded swell that had not been there when he made love to her.
"You know what this means T'Pol."
"Yes." Jon doubted anyone else hearing T'Pol would have heard the fear in her voice.
"Then tell me!" Jon's voice was soft but the command was clear. T'Pol said nothing.
"Tell me why you've been sick, why you can't stomach anything but soup, why you've been tired all the time."
As Jon recited her symptoms T'Pol knew from the tone of his voice that as humans said 'he had put two and two together and his math was excellent'. There was no point in denying what he already knew.
"I'm pregnant."
Author's Note: It's a boy. Name suggestions and information on pregnancy please.