Title: A Unique Kind of House Call, Part 2
Rating:PG-13
Codes: T'Pol/Phlox
Disclaimer: Their not mine. Never were, never will be. That said, on with the story.
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After many hours of research, Phlox believed he knew what was wrong with T'Pol. So there he stood outside her quarters, his finger poised above the chime.
Should I do this? Phlox thought, 'Will she be receptive., or would she view this as an invasion of her privacy? Phlox knew her more likely reaction. Vulcan's were a most private species. The severely reserved manner they presented to the outside world stood in deep contrast to the emotional and instinctual nature that broiled beneth their clam façade. The use of logic and tight mental control was one more of necessity than preference.
Phlox pressed the button. Waiting for a response, some time passed before he realised no was forth coming. He rang the chime again. Still there was no response.
'T'Pol?' he inquired.
'Go away!' Came a muffled reply.
'T'Pol? It's Phlox. Let me in, I want to talk to you.'
There was muted movement, and then suddenly the door slid open. Although, the room was dark, the lithe form of an angry Vulcan woman was visible in the doorway.
'I said: Go. Away!' She rasped.
Phlox got his first good look at her since he saw her earlier in sickbay. Sweat glistened upon her glowing bronze skin. Her breathing was erratic and her short, cropped hair was in disarray.
'Well, I see that the meditation has still not been successful.' Phlox stated as he worked him way into her quarters.
'This issue is not your concern.' T'Pol charged, emotional control disappearing out the porthole.
Phlox was drawn to a halt as the lights were turned on. Her quarters were in complete disarray. Data pads lay strewn across the floor. No pillows remained intact, obviously shredded in some kind of emotional outpouring. A small table was lay broken in pieces.
'T'Pol!' Phlox exclaimed.
'Leave!' She replied vehemently.
Phlox returned his attention to the tense and erratic Vulcan.
'T'Pol, you need help.' He spoke empathetically, emphasising with raised eyebrows. He advanced even further into the room, allowing the door to close behind him. T'Pol was suddenly struck by his male presence.
'I don't want.,' she hesitated. 'I don't want any of this. Not now.' She began to pace. Phlox watched this behaviour. She reminded him of a caged wild animal, a large predatory cat, guided by instinct but impeded by rational circumstance. Sleek, powerful and dangerous.
'I'm sure we could convince Captain Archer to return to Vulcan with due hast, or find a suitable Vulcan ship within the vicinity.'
'No!' She growled. Her fierce, feverish eyes locked with his and Phlox felt the full magnitude of her dangerous state. Their eyes held for an extended period, and then she looked away.
'You do not understand. I do not wish to return to Vulcan. I would not be accepted easily, for I have moved outside of tradition in my pursuit of exploration too often. I am an outcast, a si'lehm-tor wuhsu*. They do not understand me.'
Phlox noted T'Pol had become more agitated as she progressed through her monologue.
'You can not ignore this, T'Pol. You'll be lucky if you survive with your life, let alone your sanity.' He paused. 'I presume we are talking about the Blood Fever here.'
T'Pol stopped her pacing and turned her head to the doctor, surprise marring her features. There was a pregnant pause as the two continued to stare at each other.
'I had a hunch and did a little research.' He replied to her unspoken question. She arched an eyebrow. 'Okay, a lot of research. You vulcans are very secretive.'
T'Pol sniffed at that, however, the action happened to intensify his male aroma which was beginning to permeate her surroundings. Concentration became harder.
'I will not leave!' She stated.
'Okay, so leaving is not an option. How about asking one of the crew to help you out of this situation? I'm sure many of the men aboard would be happy to.' Phlox began.
'Insanity would be preferable.' She muttered. Phlox looked at her. T'Pol continued. 'Humans are too weak. I would kill any candidate I chose before anything could be accomplished.' She began to pace once more. 'Plus humans are too emotional for my needs. The misunderstandings between our cultures would inhibit the bond.'
'Not everybody on this crew is human.' Phlox stated.
'Apart from the Captain's canine, you and I are the only.' Realisation kicked in. There was a large pause in the conversation.
Phlox continued, 'What if I was to. 'relieve your tension'?'
T'Pol continued to stare at him.
'Unacceptable,' she stated, 'you are married. You have three wives.'
'T'Pol, you and I both know that denobulans are polygamous.' T'Pol went to object, but Phlox continued on. 'We are also stronger than humans and are not as emotional. I understand that this would be just the once and I am prepare for your darker, more violent side.' T'Pol's expression lay between a shock and arousal. 'I believe I can give you what you need.'
Continued in part 3.
* is a Vulcan phrase I put together myself using the VLD site (check it out it is great - ) meaning 'cast out one'.
Rating:PG-13
Codes: T'Pol/Phlox
Disclaimer: Their not mine. Never were, never will be. That said, on with the story.
*******************************************************************
After many hours of research, Phlox believed he knew what was wrong with T'Pol. So there he stood outside her quarters, his finger poised above the chime.
Should I do this? Phlox thought, 'Will she be receptive., or would she view this as an invasion of her privacy? Phlox knew her more likely reaction. Vulcan's were a most private species. The severely reserved manner they presented to the outside world stood in deep contrast to the emotional and instinctual nature that broiled beneth their clam façade. The use of logic and tight mental control was one more of necessity than preference.
Phlox pressed the button. Waiting for a response, some time passed before he realised no was forth coming. He rang the chime again. Still there was no response.
'T'Pol?' he inquired.
'Go away!' Came a muffled reply.
'T'Pol? It's Phlox. Let me in, I want to talk to you.'
There was muted movement, and then suddenly the door slid open. Although, the room was dark, the lithe form of an angry Vulcan woman was visible in the doorway.
'I said: Go. Away!' She rasped.
Phlox got his first good look at her since he saw her earlier in sickbay. Sweat glistened upon her glowing bronze skin. Her breathing was erratic and her short, cropped hair was in disarray.
'Well, I see that the meditation has still not been successful.' Phlox stated as he worked him way into her quarters.
'This issue is not your concern.' T'Pol charged, emotional control disappearing out the porthole.
Phlox was drawn to a halt as the lights were turned on. Her quarters were in complete disarray. Data pads lay strewn across the floor. No pillows remained intact, obviously shredded in some kind of emotional outpouring. A small table was lay broken in pieces.
'T'Pol!' Phlox exclaimed.
'Leave!' She replied vehemently.
Phlox returned his attention to the tense and erratic Vulcan.
'T'Pol, you need help.' He spoke empathetically, emphasising with raised eyebrows. He advanced even further into the room, allowing the door to close behind him. T'Pol was suddenly struck by his male presence.
'I don't want.,' she hesitated. 'I don't want any of this. Not now.' She began to pace. Phlox watched this behaviour. She reminded him of a caged wild animal, a large predatory cat, guided by instinct but impeded by rational circumstance. Sleek, powerful and dangerous.
'I'm sure we could convince Captain Archer to return to Vulcan with due hast, or find a suitable Vulcan ship within the vicinity.'
'No!' She growled. Her fierce, feverish eyes locked with his and Phlox felt the full magnitude of her dangerous state. Their eyes held for an extended period, and then she looked away.
'You do not understand. I do not wish to return to Vulcan. I would not be accepted easily, for I have moved outside of tradition in my pursuit of exploration too often. I am an outcast, a si'lehm-tor wuhsu*. They do not understand me.'
Phlox noted T'Pol had become more agitated as she progressed through her monologue.
'You can not ignore this, T'Pol. You'll be lucky if you survive with your life, let alone your sanity.' He paused. 'I presume we are talking about the Blood Fever here.'
T'Pol stopped her pacing and turned her head to the doctor, surprise marring her features. There was a pregnant pause as the two continued to stare at each other.
'I had a hunch and did a little research.' He replied to her unspoken question. She arched an eyebrow. 'Okay, a lot of research. You vulcans are very secretive.'
T'Pol sniffed at that, however, the action happened to intensify his male aroma which was beginning to permeate her surroundings. Concentration became harder.
'I will not leave!' She stated.
'Okay, so leaving is not an option. How about asking one of the crew to help you out of this situation? I'm sure many of the men aboard would be happy to.' Phlox began.
'Insanity would be preferable.' She muttered. Phlox looked at her. T'Pol continued. 'Humans are too weak. I would kill any candidate I chose before anything could be accomplished.' She began to pace once more. 'Plus humans are too emotional for my needs. The misunderstandings between our cultures would inhibit the bond.'
'Not everybody on this crew is human.' Phlox stated.
'Apart from the Captain's canine, you and I are the only.' Realisation kicked in. There was a large pause in the conversation.
Phlox continued, 'What if I was to. 'relieve your tension'?'
T'Pol continued to stare at him.
'Unacceptable,' she stated, 'you are married. You have three wives.'
'T'Pol, you and I both know that denobulans are polygamous.' T'Pol went to object, but Phlox continued on. 'We are also stronger than humans and are not as emotional. I understand that this would be just the once and I am prepare for your darker, more violent side.' T'Pol's expression lay between a shock and arousal. 'I believe I can give you what you need.'
Continued in part 3.
* is a Vulcan phrase I put together myself using the VLD site (check it out it is great - ) meaning 'cast out one'.