A Woman in His Life
Chapter Three - To Tremble
A T/T moment By Penmom
Author's Notes - I have been thrilled by the feedback about this piece and it has encouraged me to continue on. This will be my first try at the two in the same room together so I hope to capture a little of the on screen chemistry. I enjoy this couple so much, I'm glad to find other folks do too!
The familiar sound of the comm link surprises her - still another lingering effect of the attack no doubt.
"Come in" she responds hoping that her voice does not betray her.
He enters to find her, back turned, kneeling beside the low table that holds several lit candles. She rises gracefully in response to his presence.
Even though she is holding herself as rigidly as always, he can't help but think of a wounded bird when he looks at her. Something around her almond eyes seems strained. As her gaze finds him he can't fight the sense that she is somehow reaching out to him for help even though she has not said a word.
As he is wrestling with the incongruent messages of her typical stance and the perception that she is somehow still hurt from the earlier attack, she speaks. As usual, she uses only the words necessary to communicate her point.
"Commander." The inflection in her voice sounding his title out like a question.
With a subtle nod, he steps forward, closer to her than he would have dared just weeks ago. "T'Pol --- are you alright, honey? That was quite a jolt you took."
The moment the words are out of mouth, he castrates himself over how foolish they must sound to her delicate ears. And --- and, he called her 'honey.' Oh God, what has he been reduced to?
Something in the sound of his voice, his silly endearment, his honest concern - something causes her body to physically tremble.
The feeling brings to mind a long forgotten memory from childhood. She had fallen and injured both of her knees as children will. Her father had found her sobbing on the ground. He had taken her firmly by the shoulders and patiently told her that at four years of age, it was time for her to endure the minor pain without such a display. Striving ever to please, she had struggled to stop her tears until she sat quietly trembling - none the less afraid or hurt but enduring quietly, stoically as her father expected.
She feels as if she is that child again, stripped of her many years of Vulcan discipline, wanting nothing more than to cry out her pain rather than swallow it. Taking a deep breath, she attempts to ready herself to reassure him to she is fine. Perhaps the words will make it so?
Before she can answer, the comm link sounds. "T'Pol? Archer. I apologize for the interruption after the day you've had but I think you need to hear this transmission." He pauses for a minute before he adds, "I think it's Vulcan."
Chapter Three - To Tremble
A T/T moment By Penmom
Author's Notes - I have been thrilled by the feedback about this piece and it has encouraged me to continue on. This will be my first try at the two in the same room together so I hope to capture a little of the on screen chemistry. I enjoy this couple so much, I'm glad to find other folks do too!
The familiar sound of the comm link surprises her - still another lingering effect of the attack no doubt.
"Come in" she responds hoping that her voice does not betray her.
He enters to find her, back turned, kneeling beside the low table that holds several lit candles. She rises gracefully in response to his presence.
Even though she is holding herself as rigidly as always, he can't help but think of a wounded bird when he looks at her. Something around her almond eyes seems strained. As her gaze finds him he can't fight the sense that she is somehow reaching out to him for help even though she has not said a word.
As he is wrestling with the incongruent messages of her typical stance and the perception that she is somehow still hurt from the earlier attack, she speaks. As usual, she uses only the words necessary to communicate her point.
"Commander." The inflection in her voice sounding his title out like a question.
With a subtle nod, he steps forward, closer to her than he would have dared just weeks ago. "T'Pol --- are you alright, honey? That was quite a jolt you took."
The moment the words are out of mouth, he castrates himself over how foolish they must sound to her delicate ears. And --- and, he called her 'honey.' Oh God, what has he been reduced to?
Something in the sound of his voice, his silly endearment, his honest concern - something causes her body to physically tremble.
The feeling brings to mind a long forgotten memory from childhood. She had fallen and injured both of her knees as children will. Her father had found her sobbing on the ground. He had taken her firmly by the shoulders and patiently told her that at four years of age, it was time for her to endure the minor pain without such a display. Striving ever to please, she had struggled to stop her tears until she sat quietly trembling - none the less afraid or hurt but enduring quietly, stoically as her father expected.
She feels as if she is that child again, stripped of her many years of Vulcan discipline, wanting nothing more than to cry out her pain rather than swallow it. Taking a deep breath, she attempts to ready herself to reassure him to she is fine. Perhaps the words will make it so?
Before she can answer, the comm link sounds. "T'Pol? Archer. I apologize for the interruption after the day you've had but I think you need to hear this transmission." He pauses for a minute before he adds, "I think it's Vulcan."
