Wheeeeeeee! New chapter! This is even more exiting for me than it is for you!
This chap. isn't quite rated R, but there is some pretty intense flirting on T'Pol's part, so if you are easily embarrassed, don't like, or aren't allowed then don't read!
+ sorry for another short chapter. I was going to make it longer, but I didn't' want to drag it on unnecessarily.
Yayness!
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Trip was awakened by a baby's loud healthy cry.
He looked up from his uncomfortable position on his chair and saw Emily thrashing her arms and legs around inside of the incubator.
"Phlox!" he yelled.
"No need to shout, Trip, I right here. She woke up about five minutes ago. I was just about to wake you when she started crying." Explained the doctor.
Trip watched excitedly, wincing when the doctor removed her IV's, as Phlox took her out of the incubator.
"Here's some cough medicine if she starts to cough." Warned the doctor. "Her lungs have been severely weakened by this, so come to me if she has any trouble at all breathing or coughing."
Trip only nodded before he left for his room.
Earlier that morning a certain Vulcan was attempting to meditate in her room.
T'Pol sighed and fell back as she gave up on another useless hour of meditation. She didn't understand it, usually she could focus just fine, but that damn Tucker kept on hovering right in front of her with that cool and easy smile every time she closed her eyes.
She decided to resort to an unconventional activity that she had been using more and more to relax and review her day: a log.
She sat down at her computer and opened the encrypted file.
"Log entry: 100452a. File number: 201891627513j." she said swiftly.
She had used a very simple system, using earth's calendar and alphabet to show what she was talking about and when.
The computer swiftly opened a new document and gave her the choice of typing or talking. She chose to type, finding that it was infinitely more private.
April 10, 2152
Trip is becoming less and less rational. He is making me…different. I can't tell what he is doing to me. It reminds me of something, a place perhaps, but I can't place it.
Emily is also changing me. I was always taught to use logic in all aspects of life, but to be patient with children, even when they are being most illogical. I am being lenient with her, but sometimes I think that I am too lenient with her. I still think that Trip will bring up that night when I mentioned her as "ours", but he hasn't.
She stopped, unable to think of anything more to write. She felt her eyes starting to close from exhaustion and she saw his smiling face. Her heart stopped, her breathing hitched, just the sight of his face changed all of her thoughts to how sweet, kind, funny, and wonderful he was.
She opened her eyes and forced herself to calm the foolish desires inside.
~maybe I should write him a letter…~ she absently thought to herself, but quickly pushed it out of her mind before it could actually form into a solid thought.
Later that day Trip walked slowly to T'Pol's quarters bent on apologizing to her.
He was going over what he would say to her because the last thing he needed was for T'Pol to be even madder at him.
When he knocked on her door she answered in only underwear and a very short and thin camisole.
"Yes, Mr. Tucker, what do you want?" she asked coldly.
He stood there, frozen by her scantily clad form.
"Ah… I-I…" he stammered, before a well placed sigh on T'Pol's part snapped him out of his stupor. "I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions like that. Sorry."
She simply looked at him funny and shut her door with out even so much as a thank you.
"'You're welcome Mr. Tucker', 'thank you so much for apologizing, Mr. Tucker'" he imitated, "She could have at least acknowledged that I was there!"
With that he stormed off to his room.
~T'Pol's POV~
She didn't bother to change when she heard the knock on her door, not expecting him to be on the other side.
"Yes, Mr. Tucker, what do you want?" she asked coldly, vainly attempting to keep the butterflies in her stomach at bay.
He just stood there, obviously staring at her breasts.
Really Trip, is shame so overrated that you seem to find that you need none? She thought to herself as she let out an exasperated sigh.
"I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions like that. Sorry." He let out as a long uninterrupted string of words.
T'Pol gazed at him, trying to figure out if the warm fuzzy feeling in her stomach was physical or emotional. She shut the door quickly before her mind could decide, her heart beating a mile a minute.
She kicked herself mentally as she heard Trip imitating her spitefully in the hall before he quickly walked back to his room.
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A/N: O_o Romantic advancement! The next chapter will definitely be less risqué. Perhaps I will use soaltoast's Porthos/Emily become friends idea next.
This chapter was really fun to write!
Next Chapter Suggestions
Emily + Porthos become friends
More Trip/T'Pol (definitely will be G rated if there is any)
Other couple romances (give me some ideas on couples please, cuz I've got a lot of ideas, but I don't know which one to pick)
