Meditation

T'Pol still couldn't believe that Koss had sold information on Vulcan just to claim T'Pol as his mate. It was disgusting and she didn't know how she could have made such a critical judgement error. Being aboard the Suliban ship would have been better than being within 100km of Koss.

Although the brig standards were so much better than the Suliban's, the service wasn't any better. Not only had T'Pol not eaten since dinner, the night before, but she'd now missed breakfast AND lunch. Anymore of this and T'Pol may just disappear into thin air.

Her wounds were now badly infected and her strength still hadn't come back. Her situation seemed to go from bad to worse each second.

The brig door slid open, disturbing her depressing thoughts. Koss came through it with two other Vulcan traitors carrying phasers.

Koss himself carried a tray of food and T'Pol had never wanted food so badly, but to take it from him felt like she would be weakening.

"I brought you some food." Koss smiled sincerely as if they were friends.

"I'm not hungry." T'Pol stated, glaring at him defiantly.

"Of course you are. You look half starved and very ill. It would be illogical of you not to eat." Koss argued.

T'Pol shot him a strong threatening look. "You logic is flawed."

Koss flinched as if T'Pol had hit him in a sore point.

"Something has changed about you, T'Pol." Koss said, circling her. "The Humans have had an effect on you."

For a moment, T'Pol panicked that Koss knew about herself and Trip, but she realised that her emotional levels were just something one Vulcan could sense about another. Of course, with the way she had been acting, it wasn't too difficult to figure out.

"Perhaps you should visit my doctor and let him heal you." Koss suggested.

"I'm fine." T'Pol replied aggressively.

"Why are you making this so hard on yourself? I have offered you everything you need." Koss complained.

"What I need is my freedom." T'Pol yelled. Koss stopped, surprised by her outburst and T'Pol instantly regretted losing her temper. What was happening to her? Her emotions were taking over.

"Have you lost your Vulcan control?" Koss asked, shocked. T'Pol said nothing, but looking at the floor, ashamed.

"Then you must start with the basics all over again, to learn to control yourself." Koss talked to T'Pol as if she was a child that needed re-educating.

"Guard!" He shouted. A guard appeared almost instantly. He was dressed exactly like the other guards and T'Pol guessed that they had a uniform code to keep to. "Fetch me a candle."

When he came back and the candle was set up and lit, Koss had told T'Pol to concentrate on the flame and had left her to it. She didn't want to do anything that Koss had told her, but she was bored and could use a little clarity at the moment.

Focusing on the flame, T'Pol let her energy bond with the fire. As she closed her eyes, the sparkles danced around the brig. Soon, the brig, Koss and the ship all disappeared, leaving T'Pol with only the candle.

In an instant, T'Pol had been transported to her meditative zone, a white space filled with serenity. Here, T'Pol could sort out her problems one at a time and find a deeper meaning of herself and ultimately have time alone.

As she wandered through all the problems of her day, a strange feeling had been pushed into her personal space. It wasn't a bad feeling, or a scared feeling; it just felt like there was someone else there. Searching and scanning around her area, she found no one there, but was left with an unsettling feeling.

T'Pol blinked and for the first time, there was the figure she'd been waiting and meditating for. Meditation was about achieving clarity and hearing the heart's true wish, and there, standing so close she could almost touch him, was what she, apparently, truly desired.

"Trip." She breathed.