Rest of info as in first chapter
Summary: I'm so sorry.
Disclaimer: As much fun as owning the whole crew might be, I do not. Repeat
after me: 'Paramount owns Enterprise. I'm merely an explorer of
characters'. My original ideas are my own.
WARNING: Character death
"I'm sorry, T'Pol. There is nothing I can do." T'Pol felt her stomach twist up into her throat as Phlox turned to face them.
"How much longer?" Archer asked.
"Afew minutes. maybe an hour." He frowned. "I'm sorry. I wish." With that, the doctor twisted away and busied himself with some equipment in one of the back rooms. Archer followed the doctor. T'Pol found herself standing alone in the sickbay. Her stomach was doing sickening flips, and she steadied herself before approaching the divider that was carefully partitioning Trip out of view. Taking a deep breath, she stepped behind the divider and sat down beside the bed. "T'Pol." Trip's voice was scratchy, but he smiled faintly at her. "T'hy'la." "T'hy'la." She forced the word past the lump in her throat.
"Our baby?"
"She is well." T'Pol couldn't stop the tears escaping her eyes as she watched the spark of joy in his eyes. He raised a shaky hand to wipe the tears from her cheeks, and she gently captured it in her hands.
"She'll be beautiful, T'Pol. Our child." Trip's blue eyes sparkled. T'Pol nodded quietly, as he continued describing their daughter. His voice was growing weaker with each passing minute, and she worked desperately to stamp the memory of his voice, of him, onto her memory.
"I wish." He struggled for breath for a moment.
"As do I." She gently brushed her fingers across his face. "I will forever love you, t'hy'la."
"I know. T'Pol, I love you. my t'hy'la."
A low keening sound split the air as T'Pol felt the life leave his body. She could feel his katra shiver against her own, and she quickly contained it within her own. She couldn't help the second cry escaping her throat. By the time the third one came, she didn't even recognise it as her own. Then she blacked out.
"I'm sorry, T'Pol. There is nothing I can do." T'Pol felt her stomach twist up into her throat as Phlox turned to face them.
"How much longer?" Archer asked.
"Afew minutes. maybe an hour." He frowned. "I'm sorry. I wish." With that, the doctor twisted away and busied himself with some equipment in one of the back rooms. Archer followed the doctor. T'Pol found herself standing alone in the sickbay. Her stomach was doing sickening flips, and she steadied herself before approaching the divider that was carefully partitioning Trip out of view. Taking a deep breath, she stepped behind the divider and sat down beside the bed. "T'Pol." Trip's voice was scratchy, but he smiled faintly at her. "T'hy'la." "T'hy'la." She forced the word past the lump in her throat.
"Our baby?"
"She is well." T'Pol couldn't stop the tears escaping her eyes as she watched the spark of joy in his eyes. He raised a shaky hand to wipe the tears from her cheeks, and she gently captured it in her hands.
"She'll be beautiful, T'Pol. Our child." Trip's blue eyes sparkled. T'Pol nodded quietly, as he continued describing their daughter. His voice was growing weaker with each passing minute, and she worked desperately to stamp the memory of his voice, of him, onto her memory.
"I wish." He struggled for breath for a moment.
"As do I." She gently brushed her fingers across his face. "I will forever love you, t'hy'la."
"I know. T'Pol, I love you. my t'hy'la."
A low keening sound split the air as T'Pol felt the life leave his body. She could feel his katra shiver against her own, and she quickly contained it within her own. She couldn't help the second cry escaping her throat. By the time the third one came, she didn't even recognise it as her own. Then she blacked out.