Just a little kiss

Estellio

Rating: Pg-13 (Or K whatever, this new system sucks!)

Summary: T'pol thinks she's in love with Trip but after seeing a kiss she shouldn't have, maybe she's wrong. I mean, how can she tell what love feels like, she's never felt it before…right?

A/n: Sorry it took me so long to upload, and sorry this is so short. I haven't had much time to wirte lately. A big thank you to everyone for the reviews. They're what keeps me going and give me ideas. Also, I'm glad someone knows where I'm going with this because I haven't the slightest idea! Oh, and one last thing. I just made an Enty Music Video (YEAH!) but don't know anywhere I can host it, does anyone know a free server I could use? This note is long enough so I give you...just a little kiss.

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T'pol lit the candle in front of her and sat in the loshiraq position she had used for mediation since she was a child. Even though she had sat like this for nearly sixty years she felt uncomfortable.

Perhaps it is not the way I'm sitting that is making me uncomfortable. She thought, thinking back over the day. But rather the feeling of guilt.

She pushed the emotion aside and closed her eyes, attempting to meditate. She had no concept of time but she knew it took her longer than usual to reach the first stage and almost immediately she withdrew.

"What the…" She had felt another presence, deep within her mind. Like she had felt with Koss shortly after their betrothal but this was…different somehow. It was foreign, not Vulcan but there, searching for something. It flittered about almost anxiously, touching her mind for only brief moments at a time before darting off to goddess only knew where. Curiosity got the better of T'pol and she returned to her meditative state, reaching out to the presence. Immediately it ran to her touch, glancing against it and she could feel the emotions.

Panic, uncertainty, loss, pain…so much pain.

T'pol took a hold of the presence, probing gently to discover what it was it was looking for and immediately she felt herself being pulled away from her body and she found herself somewhere new and unfamiliar.

"I've got two words for you, Sav. Mother. Hen."

"I am neither your mother nor a hen."

"No but you worry too much."

"I am not worrying. Vulcan's don't worry."

"Vulcan's also don't go on benders with Zaldan's and come home bright green and laughing manically while singing dirty Klingon songs. Vulcan's don't do that either I suppose and yet I coulda sworn that was you on my couch last Tuesday."

"That was a once off. I did not know what schnapps was, nor the effect it would have on my system."

T'pol heard laughter and she searched for the source of the voices. One was familiar, she was sure it was the girl form the planet but the other was a decisively masculine voice.

"Oh come on, Savock. What about that time on Arkhengrad? You were swinging off the lights with Andorian Ale in your hand butt arse naked."

"I was not naked."

"Fine, in your underpants! But you were still drunk and swinging off the chandeliers."

The woman from the surface of the planet walked into view with a tall, regal looking Vulcan. His skin was bronzed and hair dark, he sported a lean muscle build and wore a similar uniform to the Commander, save for his shirt which was blue.

"May I remind you I was masquerading as a Romulan at the time?" The Vulcan asked as he keyed the turbolift.

"Oh yeah, I remember. I also seem to remember excessive leering, threatening, scalpel in my mouth and drinking."

"I only tried to cut out your tongue once." He interrupted, sounding slightly annoyed.

"Once too bloody many! I happen to be fairly partial to my tongue."

"As am I but this is not what we should be talking about." He said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her away from the opening turbolift. "I do not want you to go on this mission."

"Why not?" She asked, slipping out of his grip. "Just fly in, get the samples, get out."

"Easier said than done. I do not like EM emissions from the opening of the rift. It may interfere with your equipment, guidance systems, sensor equipment, LIFE-support."

"I know." She sighed, getting into the lift.

T'pol followed. She was interested to see where this was going.

"That's why I'm bringing Zak. I'm not an idiot, Savock, I know the risks involved but we have our orders."

"Why do you have to go." He asked, giving her a pining look, his hand brushing briefly against her.

"Don't even try it buster. You wont 'puppy dog' your way out of this."

"I do not 'puppy-dog'" He said, straightening up but the woman just smiled disbelievingly at him. "V'lena…it is just that I…"

"Yes?"

"I have…I have a bad feeling about this."

"A feeling? Now there's a novel concept."

"V'lena!"

"I'll be fine, I'll be home in time for dinner. Care to join me? My quarters, lets say…half eight? You, me, a vid, a couch made for two…"

"V'lena, our formal bonding ceremony is in three days. I can not bond with a corpse." He said, taking her by the upper arms and turning her to face him.

"Oh, the ceremony on Vulcan is just a formability, Savock. Technically we're already married. Don't think we could wrangle a honeymoon could we? Oh, and about the corpse…You could try but that would be disturbing, not to mention illegal and…" She was silenced by his lips coming down on hers and she relaxed into the kiss. Slipping her arms around his neck. "You know what I just realised." She asked, pulling away.

"What?" He mumbled against her, trying to pull her in for another kiss.

"We're not moving, you pressed' stop' on the lift. You bastard."

"I am perfectly aware of my father's mortal status, thank you very much. Now, Kaz is running movie night. I believe we are watching an old Andorian film called 'Sher Naran.'"

"Ah yes but the move starts at six and I won't be back till seven." She reached past him and pressed the button.

"V'lena?" He mumbled into her shoulder.

"Savock?" She teased, gently stroking his ear. With a shiver he pulled away.

"I shall just have to ask Ensign Walsh to accompany me."

"Oh, don't' do that Savock. If you look at that girl for more than three seconds at a time she does back flips with excitement, never mind asking her to a movie. You'll crush her poor spirit when she finds out we're married. Oh, speaking of which. I have to tell mom. She and granddad will be thrilled I've found myself a nice respectable Vulcan and not a Klingon Warlord like I threatened I would."

"I am hardly respectable. I believe your grandfather called me a promiscuous half breed last time we met."

"And he called me the shame of Vulcan when I broke down crying at my fathers funeral and fled only to be dragged home three years later with a criminal record the length of my arm. So lets be unrespectable together, eh?" The doors to the turbo lift opened and he let her go. "I'll see you tonight."

"V'lena?"

"A, Adun?" He extended his hand, his index and middle finger towards her and she paired their fingers

"Lailara, Aduna." She smiled, gently kissing his cheek.

"Have a pot of nice, cool Saya waiting for me when I get back. I'm in the mood for something fruity."

T'pol found herself being shaken vigorously and with a gasp her eyes shot open. Immediately she shoved whoever was shaking her away and looking around she found Trip lying in a heap by her desk.

"Woah there, T'pol. Easy, it's me, Trip." He said, getting up with a groan. "What ya have to chuck me across the room for?"

"You were shaking me, why?"

"You were on your floor, groaning. Your candle fell over, the firewall shielding came down and starved it of oxygen but you weren't answering the comm. I thought you were hurt."

"I am…fine." Trip looked her over, disbelievingly. "I would appreciate if you would excuse me a moment." Trip nodded and got to his feet.

"Alrigh', as long as y'er sure you're okay, mind?" T'pol swallowed, rising to her feet.

"Like I said, Commander, I am fine. I simply fell deeply into medatation."

"Musta seen something you didn't like the look of cause you looked like you were about to freak out on me." T'pol shot him a questioning look. "You look terrified an' very, very confused. What did you see."

"Commander, a moment, please." Trip nodded.

"I'll see you tonight at movie night." She winced. "Jeese, T'pol. You okay?"

"Commander, please." She said, somewhat pathetically, sinking down onto her bed. Her emotions were too close to the surface. A million thoughts were flying through her head.

"You can talk to me, T'pol."

"JUST GO!" Trip backed out of the room, staring at her as if she had just grown another head. The moment the door closed T'pol fell back onto her bed.

A Vulcan and a human…not a human but a being that has emotions. Can it be done? They seemed so content…Impossible. A Vulcan could not bond with something so emotional. Plus, humans are psi-blind. There could not be a bonding…there couldn't… The memory of the son she met from the future Enterprise haunted her. It was her and Trip's child. A Human / Vulcan hybrid. She was bonded to him…Trip…Charles Tucker the third…bonded…her and Trip...bonded…her…and…that was wrong! She didn't love Trip. She didn't want to bond with him? What sort of desperation would drive her to that? Did the ancient drives make her blood burn? Was there no one else available.

By no one else you mean Archer.

A little voice in the back of her mind whispered. Human's and Vulcans can bond. Despite the shorter lifespan. They can bond and be happy and produce offspring.

T'pol turned over in her bed and stared at the wall. She had seen a kiss she shouldn't have seen and it raised a lot of questions. There was only one place she could go for answers and she really didn't want to go there again. She was afraid of what she'd find. What she'd see…but curiosity got the better of her and she slipped into mediation.

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