A/N: I know that this part is kinda boring, and may seem to not fit into the rest of the story, but I assure you: it is necessary for events which will occur later in the story.... so bear with me until later... it WILL get better later on... really!!!!
Chapter Eleven
All was silent at first. No one spoke, not even Trip. And that seemed odd. But then, the only others in the corridor were Vulcans, who he was not very good at conversing with. He was hoping that T'Pol would speak up, but when she only looked up at him with a hint of... was it nervousness... he knew he couldn't leave her the burden of speaking first.
"So..." he said finally. "Mind doing the introductions?"
This seemed to allow T'Pol to relax, and she nodded and began speaking in a slightly frightened tone. "Commander, this is my mother..." She pointed to one of the Vulcan females. "...my father..." she pointed to the first male. "...Koss' mother..." This time, the Vulcans all looked slightly angry when she pointed to the other female. "...and Koss' father." Once again, when Trip seemed to know who Koss was, the Vulcans glared at T'Pol.
There was another long, awkward silence as Trip thought of a way to free T'Pol from her family. he couldn't think of anything. Every time he got an idea, his mind quickly dismissed it once he realized that the Vulcans would always find some reason to follow them. Until he remember one thing. Vulcan sense of smell. There was only one place on the entire ship where no Vulcan female, or male for that matter, would dare go. T'Pol, he knew, would probably go there at this point if it became necessary, even if it meant suffering for a little while.
"Well..." he said, trying to come up with something that sounded realistic. "The Cap'n told me and T'Pol to fix the temperature relays down in the gym. Apparently people are havin' t' exercise down there in 36 degree heat."
This comment didn't seem to phase the Vulcans at all. "There've been a bunch a complaints 'bout the smell," he added, hoping this would not only let T'Pol know what he had in mind, but also discourage the other Vulcans from coming.
If not the Vulcans, then at least T'Pol seemed to catch on. "Perhaps you should remain in my quarters while we repair the relays. The sell may become intolerable for you," she said, addressing her family.
Trip half-expected them to say no or comment on the fact that the smell would bother T'Pol as well. But, to his amazement, they simply nodded and walked back to her quarters.
Chapter Eleven
All was silent at first. No one spoke, not even Trip. And that seemed odd. But then, the only others in the corridor were Vulcans, who he was not very good at conversing with. He was hoping that T'Pol would speak up, but when she only looked up at him with a hint of... was it nervousness... he knew he couldn't leave her the burden of speaking first.
"So..." he said finally. "Mind doing the introductions?"
This seemed to allow T'Pol to relax, and she nodded and began speaking in a slightly frightened tone. "Commander, this is my mother..." She pointed to one of the Vulcan females. "...my father..." she pointed to the first male. "...Koss' mother..." This time, the Vulcans all looked slightly angry when she pointed to the other female. "...and Koss' father." Once again, when Trip seemed to know who Koss was, the Vulcans glared at T'Pol.
There was another long, awkward silence as Trip thought of a way to free T'Pol from her family. he couldn't think of anything. Every time he got an idea, his mind quickly dismissed it once he realized that the Vulcans would always find some reason to follow them. Until he remember one thing. Vulcan sense of smell. There was only one place on the entire ship where no Vulcan female, or male for that matter, would dare go. T'Pol, he knew, would probably go there at this point if it became necessary, even if it meant suffering for a little while.
"Well..." he said, trying to come up with something that sounded realistic. "The Cap'n told me and T'Pol to fix the temperature relays down in the gym. Apparently people are havin' t' exercise down there in 36 degree heat."
This comment didn't seem to phase the Vulcans at all. "There've been a bunch a complaints 'bout the smell," he added, hoping this would not only let T'Pol know what he had in mind, but also discourage the other Vulcans from coming.
If not the Vulcans, then at least T'Pol seemed to catch on. "Perhaps you should remain in my quarters while we repair the relays. The sell may become intolerable for you," she said, addressing her family.
Trip half-expected them to say no or comment on the fact that the smell would bother T'Pol as well. But, to his amazement, they simply nodded and walked back to her quarters.