Authors Notes: This contains slight spoilers for season 1 episode, Breaking the Ice. Technically, you just have to know who Koss is, well you actually really don't, but it helps :)

Chapter 2

She was feeling much better now that the day was over and she had finished her nightly meditation. Opening her closet, she took out her turquoise silk pajamas. Raising her hands above her head, she removed her burgundy top and slipped on the pajama top. After she had finished changing she cleaned her teeth and brushed her hair, then fell into bed. She was literally exhausted from lack of good sleep and the fact that she had fought the recurring headache all day. Her eyes, heavy with sleep, succumbed to the urge to close, and she drifted off into the land of slumber and dreams.

Archer finished brushing his teeth and looked in the mirror. Grimacing at his unkempt reflection, he ran a brush through his hair. "That's better." He said to his doppelganger in the mirror. He reached for his razor and shaving cream. Lathering up his face, he put the razor to his neck and pulled upward. He gasped as he realized he was pressing just a little too hard and was startled to see a red line of blood appear on his neck and run down his chest. He ripped the razor away from his skin and bit back the urge to howl in pain as he saw a huge gash in his skin where the razor had cut.

Quickly, he turned the water on and cupped his hand under, gathering water, which he splashed on the wound. The water made the shaving lather run down and onto his gash and he hissed in response. Blood gushed from the slash and he grabbed a towel and pressed it to the cut. The white towel quickly turned red with blood. The stupid gash wouldn't stop bleeding. "Dammit!!" he yelled out at no one in particular.

He ran out of the bathroom and to his closet. Throwing on a t-shirt, he left his quarters, still holding the towel to the gushing wound. He sprinted to the turbolift and pressed the button for E deck, for sickbay. He checked the bleeding again, before exiting the lift. It had slowed a bit, but was still bleeding profusely. Entering sick bay, he looked around.

"Doctor?" He called out, when he didn't see Phlox anywhere.



Phlox suddenly appeared from behind a curtain, he was holding some furry creature in his hand.



"Yes, Captain. What can I do for you?" He smiled and then sobered when he noticed the blood drenched towel.



"I, uh, cut myself, while I was shaving." Archer explained.



"Oh my. Hold on one moment." Phlox said and dropped the furry creature into a cage, where something quickly gobbled the creature up.



Phlox turned back to Archer and lifted the towel off the wound.



"Well, yes I would say you did give yourself a good cut." Phlox said and reached for his antibacterial wash.

"Yeah, I wasn't thinking, and I pressed it a little too hard." He winced as Phlox administered the liquid bandage.



"Well, you should be good as new. It wasn't very deep, merely a scratch." Phlox smiled.



"Didn't feel like a scratch." Archer grumbled and rubbed at the odd feeling bandage.



"Really, Captain, you should stop using that archaic straight razor. There are much simpler and safer items out there, and you wouldn't cut yourself as much anymore."



"It was my great-great-great grandfathers. If it was good enough for him, it's good enough for me." Archer grumbled



Phlox started putting away his instruments, shaking his head at the Captains stubbornness. .



"How is the Sub-Commander feeling?" He asked, making conversation.



"Fine, I guess. She didn't seem like she was in pain, except for a second on the bridge. The hypospray must have worked." Archer said.



"That's good. I hope she can sleep well tonight." Phlox said and turned back towards Archer. "Well if that is all Captain, I must feed my 'critters'." He smiled his wide smile.



Archer nodded and bid him goodbye and walked back to his quarters.



Absently, he wondered what Phlox had meant when he said that he hoped T'Pol could sleep well tonight. Shaking his head, he just chocked it up to some side effects of the medicine Phlox had administered to her.

Yawning, he crawled into bed and fell soundly asleep.

The desert sun beat down on her and the wind whipped sand in her face. She looked up and turned around. If she was one to let her emotions betray her, she would say she was getting aggravated with this.

Her blood ran hot, and she was sweating copiously. She wiped her sweat from her forehead and chest. As a single bead of sweat ran down between her breasts, she heard the voice. Turning quickly, she caught glimpse of a shadow in the distance. Building up her strength, she ran towards it, rubbing her temples as the blood rushed in her ears causing her head to pound. She would not stop until she found out who was calling her name, no matter how much she just wanted to curl up on the ground and cry.



"T'Pol….." The wind seemed to breathe and the land seemed to pulse in tandem with her heart beat.

She licked her cracked lips and swallowed, wetting her dry throat.



"Is someone there?" She called out.



"T'Pol." A voice called from behind her.



She whirled around to face the source of the voice and her eyes widened slightly as she took in his appearance.



"Koss?" She spoke his name.



"T'Pol. I need you. Why aren't you here?" He shook with the force of his anger and sadness, and she felt a wash of emotions, and something deeper, more primal, but not unpleasant, roll over her.



"I dissolved our bond, Koss. It was the most logical thing to do since I am a part of Enterprise and you cannot leave Vulcan." She explained, tamping down on her sudden arousal.



"I need you!" He yelled and a flood of desire rushed over her.



She fell to her knees in front of him. A single tear escaped from her eye as she looked back up at him.

Never before in her life had she felt so many emotions at one time. Anger, betrayal, sadness, but above all an undercurrent of pulsating desire.



"T'Pol, you knew I would need you. Why did you leave? WHY?" He screamed his rage.

She closed her eyes as another wave of pain and pleasure wafted over her.



Drawing a ragged breath, she choked out. "I'm s..sorry, Koss."



"You should be!" He yelled as everything turned to black.

T'Pol sat straight up in bed gasping for air. She felt a residual effect of arousal pulsing through her veins and quelled the feeling down until she could only feel the lightest of touches from it.



Standing she made her way over to her computer console. Writing out the short, but to the point, letter in Vulcan, she sent it out over secure channels.



Hopefully she would hear back from them soon. If what she believed was happening, she needed to know….and soon.



Continued in Chapter 3