Title: Bad Idea
Author: Kendra
Pairing: Trip/ T'Pol (All the way! Just in case you thought I jumped ship ;o))
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek and I don't make any money from this.
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Bad Idea
Porthos lay his head contentedly on his favorite human's thigh; it had been a long time since he had been given the pleasure of a good pet and so he was relishing the rare attention.
Captain Archer sat cross legged on his bed petting his much loved pet. he had decided, after enduring a rather severe lecture from the ships resident doctor about stress levels, that it was best to take a little time off for relaxation now and then.
It was during these small respites that he had begun to notice how lonely his life had become now that he had alienated himself, almost completely, from the rest of the crew. He was also very surprised to find that most of his thoughts, when not focused on the mission, were centered on his second in command.
He had tried to prevent the more intimate thoughts of her from creeping into his conscience domain, though it proved far too difficult, as night after night he was confronted with images filled with passion, heated scenarios involving him and her writhing blissfully together mingling with images of finding and destroying the Xindi weapon in time to save Earth.
These realizations had led him to begin feeling unsettled when ever in the presence of the Sub-Commander and in his logic a Captain that was uncomfortable with his crew could only spell disaster and subsequently decided, ignoring the advice of Phlox, to confront her with his feelings, leading him to the reason he had asked her to his room at 1900 hours.
It was now 1850 hours and Archer was feeling great amounts of anxiety, he was sure he was doing the right thing. He even had an inkling she returned his feelings, though she was Vulcan and could never admit to it, Archer knew he could live with that and the comfort that they both could get from each other out weighed any negative factors. The images of how good they could be together though, didn't stop the butterflies in his stomach as he waited for her to arrive. He still hadn't come up with the right words to explain his feelings coherently.
Then his door signaled the presence of a person waiting outside. Archer stood, taking a deep breath and pushed the button to allow her access.
The Door opened to reveal T'Pol in her form fitting blue suit. Archer certainly appreciated that look on T'Pol far more than the uniform she wore while she served with the Vulcan High Command. Archer stepped to the side and waved his hand in a gesture for her to enter the cabin past him.
"Captain."
T'Pol greeted in a neutral tone as she past him into his quarters, crinkling her nose at the distasteful smell. Porthos's odor was one she still hadn't grown accustom and she hoped that she would never be in the presence of the creature long enough to.
Though Porthos's odor wasn't the only sent that troubled her, there was something unnervingly different about the Captain's smell also; she could sense his conflicting emotions though she could not define them. Deciding to strengthen her mental shielding she carried on in her customary fashion. Turning around to face him she held out her data pad.
"Lt. Reed has finished upgrading the weapons; he has managed to increase the power out put by 13 %... Commander Tucker has."
"T'Pol I didn't ask you here for a report."
Archer began, cutting her off in mid-sentence. T'Pol resisted the urge to sigh heavily and simply held her hands behind her back and raised an eye- brow in an expression of both annoyance and mild curiosity. She awaited him to continue.
Archer either chose to ignore the exasperated look or just could not see it as he continued with his course of action. He opened his mouth as if to speak and then abruptly moved passed her to the window, he then sighed and sharply turned back to her.
"T'Pol. when I signed up to Starfleet it was for exploration. Find new life and new civilizations. to live mine and my fathers dream."
T'Pol frowned, unsure where this conversation was heading, though she could sense his need to express himself. She knew, from the neuro-pressure sessions, that the Captain had not been seeking Charles out as a confidant. The Captain needed an out let and so she prepared her self to play that role for him, after all she was the only other person he could turn to under Starfleet regulations.
"Things have changed a great deal since then. We are no longer on a mission of exploration but war. it's not like any kind of war my people have faced before. And like most varying circumstances a certain amount of leeway should be granted to some rules and regulations."
It suddenly came to mind that the Captain was attempting to justify immoral acts that had yet to have even occurred, knowing this mission could, in all likely hood, lead to many more 'grey area' situations like that in the creation of Sim. T'Pol was altogether alarmed. had the Captain asked her here to support these potentially unethical decisions, essentially dumping the moral load on her lap.
"To what rules and regulations are you referring Captain?" She asked wanting to be sure she knew of what he was asking.
Archer took a deep breath and sat on the edge of his bed, tapping the spot just next to him in a request that she sit there. T'Pol understood the meaning but chose to act ignorant by raising an innocent eye-brow.
The disappointment in the Captains face was not difficult to spot.
"Have a seat T'Pol."
He requested verbally this time. T'Pol hesitated a moment before moving to Archer's Desk and taking a seat, her back was rigid as she perched on the edge.
"T'Pol. over these past three years we've gotten pretty close. We've been through a lot."
T'Pol was at a loss, she again couldn't see where this was going or what it had to do with her question. T'Pol respected Archer a great deal though there were times when she assumed that he just enjoyed the sound of his own voice. She allowed him to continue.
"And I'm starting to develop these feelings."
The com sounded in the middle of Archers Confession.
"Phlox to Captain Archer!"
T'Pol recognized the emotional relief in her self at the Doctors hail and chastised herself, it was decided she would spend the night in pure meditation. These past two nights had taken their toll on her.
"Archer here! Doctor, can't it wait I'm in the middle."
"I'm afraid it's Urgent Captain!"
At the sound of Phlox's appeal Archer forgot about his conversation with T'Pol and returned to being the unapproachable Captain once more.
"I'm on my way!"
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A.N.: About my story being put on your web site. I would honestly be honoured! Thank you for the new reviews, I'm starting to realize they're quite addictive!
Author: Kendra
Pairing: Trip/ T'Pol (All the way! Just in case you thought I jumped ship ;o))
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek and I don't make any money from this.
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Bad Idea
Porthos lay his head contentedly on his favorite human's thigh; it had been a long time since he had been given the pleasure of a good pet and so he was relishing the rare attention.
Captain Archer sat cross legged on his bed petting his much loved pet. he had decided, after enduring a rather severe lecture from the ships resident doctor about stress levels, that it was best to take a little time off for relaxation now and then.
It was during these small respites that he had begun to notice how lonely his life had become now that he had alienated himself, almost completely, from the rest of the crew. He was also very surprised to find that most of his thoughts, when not focused on the mission, were centered on his second in command.
He had tried to prevent the more intimate thoughts of her from creeping into his conscience domain, though it proved far too difficult, as night after night he was confronted with images filled with passion, heated scenarios involving him and her writhing blissfully together mingling with images of finding and destroying the Xindi weapon in time to save Earth.
These realizations had led him to begin feeling unsettled when ever in the presence of the Sub-Commander and in his logic a Captain that was uncomfortable with his crew could only spell disaster and subsequently decided, ignoring the advice of Phlox, to confront her with his feelings, leading him to the reason he had asked her to his room at 1900 hours.
It was now 1850 hours and Archer was feeling great amounts of anxiety, he was sure he was doing the right thing. He even had an inkling she returned his feelings, though she was Vulcan and could never admit to it, Archer knew he could live with that and the comfort that they both could get from each other out weighed any negative factors. The images of how good they could be together though, didn't stop the butterflies in his stomach as he waited for her to arrive. He still hadn't come up with the right words to explain his feelings coherently.
Then his door signaled the presence of a person waiting outside. Archer stood, taking a deep breath and pushed the button to allow her access.
The Door opened to reveal T'Pol in her form fitting blue suit. Archer certainly appreciated that look on T'Pol far more than the uniform she wore while she served with the Vulcan High Command. Archer stepped to the side and waved his hand in a gesture for her to enter the cabin past him.
"Captain."
T'Pol greeted in a neutral tone as she past him into his quarters, crinkling her nose at the distasteful smell. Porthos's odor was one she still hadn't grown accustom and she hoped that she would never be in the presence of the creature long enough to.
Though Porthos's odor wasn't the only sent that troubled her, there was something unnervingly different about the Captain's smell also; she could sense his conflicting emotions though she could not define them. Deciding to strengthen her mental shielding she carried on in her customary fashion. Turning around to face him she held out her data pad.
"Lt. Reed has finished upgrading the weapons; he has managed to increase the power out put by 13 %... Commander Tucker has."
"T'Pol I didn't ask you here for a report."
Archer began, cutting her off in mid-sentence. T'Pol resisted the urge to sigh heavily and simply held her hands behind her back and raised an eye- brow in an expression of both annoyance and mild curiosity. She awaited him to continue.
Archer either chose to ignore the exasperated look or just could not see it as he continued with his course of action. He opened his mouth as if to speak and then abruptly moved passed her to the window, he then sighed and sharply turned back to her.
"T'Pol. when I signed up to Starfleet it was for exploration. Find new life and new civilizations. to live mine and my fathers dream."
T'Pol frowned, unsure where this conversation was heading, though she could sense his need to express himself. She knew, from the neuro-pressure sessions, that the Captain had not been seeking Charles out as a confidant. The Captain needed an out let and so she prepared her self to play that role for him, after all she was the only other person he could turn to under Starfleet regulations.
"Things have changed a great deal since then. We are no longer on a mission of exploration but war. it's not like any kind of war my people have faced before. And like most varying circumstances a certain amount of leeway should be granted to some rules and regulations."
It suddenly came to mind that the Captain was attempting to justify immoral acts that had yet to have even occurred, knowing this mission could, in all likely hood, lead to many more 'grey area' situations like that in the creation of Sim. T'Pol was altogether alarmed. had the Captain asked her here to support these potentially unethical decisions, essentially dumping the moral load on her lap.
"To what rules and regulations are you referring Captain?" She asked wanting to be sure she knew of what he was asking.
Archer took a deep breath and sat on the edge of his bed, tapping the spot just next to him in a request that she sit there. T'Pol understood the meaning but chose to act ignorant by raising an innocent eye-brow.
The disappointment in the Captains face was not difficult to spot.
"Have a seat T'Pol."
He requested verbally this time. T'Pol hesitated a moment before moving to Archer's Desk and taking a seat, her back was rigid as she perched on the edge.
"T'Pol. over these past three years we've gotten pretty close. We've been through a lot."
T'Pol was at a loss, she again couldn't see where this was going or what it had to do with her question. T'Pol respected Archer a great deal though there were times when she assumed that he just enjoyed the sound of his own voice. She allowed him to continue.
"And I'm starting to develop these feelings."
The com sounded in the middle of Archers Confession.
"Phlox to Captain Archer!"
T'Pol recognized the emotional relief in her self at the Doctors hail and chastised herself, it was decided she would spend the night in pure meditation. These past two nights had taken their toll on her.
"Archer here! Doctor, can't it wait I'm in the middle."
"I'm afraid it's Urgent Captain!"
At the sound of Phlox's appeal Archer forgot about his conversation with T'Pol and returned to being the unapproachable Captain once more.
"I'm on my way!"
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A.N.: About my story being put on your web site. I would honestly be honoured! Thank you for the new reviews, I'm starting to realize they're quite addictive!