Supposed to Be
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Two years had come and gone. T'Pol was now back on Vulcan teaching in the same position that her mother had occupied for so many years. She found it ironic that they had placed her in the same job, but found that because of her years helping her mother organize lessons, she adapted to the flow easily.
The social order and etiquette on Vulcan was at once unbearable and comforting for T'Pol. While she had grown used to the interest and unpredictability of humans, and even grown fond of them, she now found that she needed the stability of her non-emotional people.
Her own emotions were still so close to the surface and overwhelming that she had taken to meditating for twice as long as she had in the past. She had worked hard to once again submerge her feelings into her subconscious mind.
But she still cried.
Jonathan Archer was working at Starfleet now. He had been promoted to an Admiral , and although he still attended to matters that were within his area of experience, his main job was to educate cadets on the many dangers and trials in space.
He visited Vulcan often, as he was the most experienced Admiral in dealing with Soval, T'Pau, and others. He was frequently needed to smooth out some complication, and used these problems as an excuse to travel and be in another environment.
He had purchased a house far outside the civilized area on Vulcan, but this still seemed to be too close for comfort for many of the residents. He would stay on Vulcan for weeks at a time, visiting T'Pol every couple of days, but mainly keeping to his house and his work at the Embassy.
As T'Pol was preparing a lesson on Starfleet Academy and its workings, she remembered that Jonathan was on Vulcan for one of his lengthy visits. He could be very useful for giving her information to use in her class, and might even be able to make a presentation.
When she considered going to his house and asking him, however, she realized that in the years that he had been visiting her and staying on Vulcan, she had never once heard of its location. She knew that he kept the location quiet because of an awkward run in with some religious Vulcans that wanted his autograph because of his "experience" with Surak. However, to simply let it slip his mind to tell her where he was seemed illogical.
She went to the Earth Embassy later that day to ask about his whereabouts, and was surprised to see that she had to show identification and credentials before she was allowed the information.
She took a small shuttle out to his isolated house and entered the comfortable entryway. She noticed as she looked around that the decorations were not the simple, plain style that she associate with him, but rather more cluttered and random. She supposed he could have relaxed his housekeeping now that his living space was no longer used to entertain senior officers for dinner.
She walked through the entry thinking and knocked on the glass front door. After more than a minute, she tried again. Finally, after several more tries, she saw him walking towards the door looking slightly alarmed.
He didn't know what she was doing here.
How could she be here? He had made sure that he never told her the location of his house. Maybe she had gone to the Embassy. Yes, that must be it. Of course that mindless receptionist wouldn't mind giving her the location as long as T'Pol could identify herself. The Embassy couldn't understand how important privacy was to him now.
Well, it had to happen sometime, he told himself.
Jonathan looked as if he was rapidly trying to calm himself down.
"T'Pol! Well , I never expected to see you here! Umm.. how did you find me? Of course I'm glad to see you. It's been over a week since I last saw you." He tried to cover up his discomfort quickly.
"I went to the Embassy. I assumed that they would have the necessary information, and the proved to be very useful. I simply had to…"
T'Pol stopped her explanation. Archer went white as they both heard someone come through the halls towards them.
"If you have a company or a previous engagement I can come back later to ask my question" T'Pol offered.
"Ah…Well, I was…"
Jonathan trailed off as the guest called through the halls.
"Jonathan? Joooonathaaaan? Do ya have ta go out later?"
T'Pol froze and suddenly realized that she did not want to face who was going to come through that door.
He did however, and T'Pol had to grab the nearest chair to remain standing.
How could he be here?
A/N: HA! Sorry… I couldn't resist….it was in my story plan…I'm assuming you're smart enough to know who it is…look for some clues. I'll give you three guesses. Let me know who you think it is! Next one will be up soon, I promise…lol.. I have nothing better to do. : )