Supposed to Be
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A/N: Last chapter! I hope you guys liked it..let me know what you thought of the whole thing!
T'Pol was halfway down the path to her hovercraft when she stopped. The realization of what she had done hit her like a tidal wave. She had just walked away from the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
She had blown up at him, at least by her standards, and walked away from the one thing she had been unable to stop thinking about for the last two years.
Trip walked over to the glass door and watched her walk away.
How could I have done that to her? She deserves better than that.
He watched her walk away, having to let her go for the second time in his life. Before he had no choice, he had been forced to leave her to save his own life, and the lives of everyone around him.
But this time he had an option.
T'Pol heard the footsteps behind her, and knew it was Trip even before she turned around.
He was running towards her with his face set in determination. By the time he got to her he was panting from the effort. It was a sharp reminder to her that the man who had survived days in the desert on an alien planet, and days stuck in a shuttle in the freezing cold, could not run a few yards now because of his sacrifice.
He had given up his life to save the ship and its captain that day, in more ways than one.
"Please…don't…go. I'm…sorry I put you…through this. I.."
Trip had to stop because of his lack of air. T'Pol had cut it off with her lips pressed firmly against his.
The wedding was a few months later, which seemed to be an illogical amount of time to T'Pol, who was accustomed to Vulcan weddings that took a few days to prepare for. It was quiet due to the still present danger of Trip's enemies, but it had their closest friends from Enterprise present.
She wore a dress that was silvery and smooth. It had clean lines, and fit her snugly but not tightly. T'Pol explained that silver or gray was a traditional color for Vulcan weddings, as it was a merging of black and white, the symbolic colors for male and female. Trip had gone along with anything she wanted to do, and their wedding ended up being a perfect mixture of Vulcan and Human customs and styles.
At the wedding reception, the senior officers came up to them to congratulate them and give them wedding presents personally. Hoshi gave them a Vulcan language kit, so that Trip would feel more at home on the planet. Jonathan gave them his house to use, arguing that he would not need it anymore.
Malcolm came forward with a huge grin on his face.
"I have some great news. I've been working with a division of Starfleet that deals with tracking down alien criminals and locking them up or making sure their own planet does. Well, it looks like we've found those…things…that attacked you and the captain. You don't have to hide anymore."
He went away still beaming as Trip and T'Pol contemplated the effects of this knowledge. They could live again. She wouldn't have to live in hiding, and he wouldn't have to be dead to the universe.
Phlox was the last to come up, his usually oversized smile lighting up his face.
"Well, it seems as though I get to be the one with the best news. "
He handed them a PADD with some medical data and diagrams.
Trip recognized one diagram in a flash. It was a sketch of DNA, although it looked slightly different from the Human DNA he was used to seeing.
"Doc, is this…"
Phlox beamed at them. "It most certainly is Mr. Tucker. I took some medical research to some friends of mine to verify my findings. I am a little slower than my counterpart was with the creation of Lorian, but I have finally discovered how to create a Human-Vulcan hybrid!" Phlox was beaming throughout his speech.
T'Pol was starting to cry again. Trip wasn't long in joining her.
A/N: Well, that's the end! I hope you guys enjoyed it, I loved writing it. Let me know what you'd like to see next?