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Random italic words in a sentence are emphasis.
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A/N- I know, I haven't written on this for a long time, in fact I'm too scared to look and see how long it's actually been. I'm sorry to those of you who believed I had finished writing on it, I just had this huge writers block, and then when I finally wrote something, my laptop detected 'imminent hard drive failure', though since it's in German, my sister and I don't know what do with it. We finally managed to get some, but not all of my fics off it, but we didn't get any of my sisters', or the thousands of fave fics we have saved on there from other people over the years.
I want to thank all my reviewers, this is the last instalment, so if anyone reviews afterwards, sorry if your name wouldn't be mentioned.
So, thanks to scarletwitch0, trisuns5, wolfling, Kirsten, and Ankan.Also to Jacobangel, and firebirdgirl, sorry you thought I had already finished, and sorry that I'm finishing now. Thanks and sorry to Interstella for not explaining about the names. See below.
For those of you who didn't understand the names, I split them up, the 'Ma' from Mayweather and the 'vis' from Travis, made Mavis. I could have named him Travmay, Thervis, Matra- lots of different things. I chose Mavis; because it's a real name for a woman- I thought it was funny.
Anyway, moving on…
Disclaimer- While I don't own the characters, except those you don't see on the show, I do own the story, so feel free to beat me up about how long it's taken.
Chapter 4- Forever and Ever
"So," Commander Trip Tucker said, edging up to the Vulcan, T'Pol. "You busy tonigh'? I thought we could go somewhere."
"I do not wish to become pregnant."
Trip scowled. "Wha' kind o' man do ya think I am!" He cried outraged.
T'Pol turned to look at him, confused. "I was discussing the work of fiction by your nephew. It made me think about some things, and I have decided that I do not wish to become pregnant. A starship is not the place for children."
"Oh," said Trip. "That was… why are you thinking about tha', anyway?"
"Polly and Kerp's relationship brought light to the fact that there may be a possibility of myself having such a relationship in the future, although, I'm not sure I want that many children at one time- it sounds extremely uncomfortable."
Trip was struck speechless by the fact that the Sub Commander was thinking of having a relationship, and continued walking her to her quarters in silence. What would it be like if he himself had such a relationship? He had had a few, but they didn't last, the last one because of the long distance.
"We have arrived, Commander." T'Pol's clipped voice brought him out of his thoughts, which had led him to considering candidates to have relationships with, and oddly, the Sub Commander's face had popped up more than once. Okay, it was the only face that popped up.
Trip nodded and bade her goodnight. Then, as she turned to go into her quarters, he did something he would previously never had done- he stepped forward, turned her head with his hand, and kissed her full on the lips.
"Night," he said, before turning tail and practically running, leaving a rather dazed and- smiling- T'Pol.
The next morning, Trip ran into the mess hall, where his usual group were sitting. "Sean wrote the next chapter!" He exclaimed, skipping towards the table before catching sight of the Vulcan woman and pausing.
"Anything wrong?" Jon asked his friend, noticing he was acting a bit strange. Come to think of it, T'Pol had been acting out of character all morning too, and actually seemed to be- blushing, this morning.
"Everything's fine, Cap'n. So, you're ready? Remember, last time they named the babies. Okay, here we go."
It was very hard having babies, all they did was cry and poop in their diapers. Kerp was so sick of changing them that he invented clever machines called: Waste disposal units, otherwise called lavatories. (What's a lavatory is it like a toilet?)
"Wow, Trip. Now you're famous for inventing the toilet instead of Thomas Crapper." Malcolm said teasingly. "I wonder what they did before that invention."
Trip glared at him before continuing.
The lavatory consisted of a pot with a vacuum that leads to space. Unfortunately, they had to regularly do space walks to scrape the stuff off the hull and windows until they thought to invent windshield wipers.
Anyway, the babies did as babies do, they pooped, and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried and pooped and cried-(like Auntie Lizzie said Grandma said you did, uncle Trip, only here it was twelve times over), till Polly fainted with exhaustion.
"Phew," commented Hoshi. "I'm exhausted, never mind her."
"I wonder what'll happen next," commented Phlox. "I imagine P'Lox will attempt to save the day in some amusing way."
So, the babies pooped and cried, and the two didn't get any sleep, especially Kerp who had to look after them himself after Polly fainted. The next day was a day when they had decided to get married.
Unfortunately, just as the couple stepped up holding all of their babies, one in each arm…
"One in each arm?" Travis asked incredulous, "that would mean they had six arms each!"
"I'm sure it was an hones' mistake." Trip said firmly.
Unfortunately, just as the couple stepped up holding all of their babies, one in each arm, Maled and Mavis stepped up and got married instead.
Travis spat his drink all over the table and Malcolm gasped in horror. "How could he!" He exclaimed. "I am not gay!"
"Can I finish? This is the last instalmen'." Trip said this while giving Malcolm a 'yeah-right-I-know-you're-gay-and-you-think-I'm-hot kind of look. He seemed to have forgotten about the tactical officer's crush on T'Pol's bum.
So, Polly and Kerp had to wait a whole hour for the Captain to use the lavatory and readjust his wig. Afterwards, they stood up there together, holding hands and gazing into each others eyes, saying things like: 'Your voice is like the sound of a Hippo having a midnight bath'. Anyway, they did that yucko thing grownups think is nice- the kiss, and they were married, forever and ever, after all, they belong together.
Trip wiped a tear from his eye. "Beautiful," he proclaimed.
"It was abrupt." T'Pol pointed out. "There was not much to this mating ritual of humans. I wished to broaden my knowledge."
"And I wished to know what happened to my character, there was no more mention." Phlox was indignant.
"Hang on," Trip said. There's an 'endnote'."
Maled and Mavis went on honeymoon, Joncher and H'Shi had babies, and P'Lox went insane, and believed herself a cat like Thospor, the Captain's pet. The End.
"It was still abrupt," T'Pol insisted.
"It was perfectly fine ending it there. If you want to know about human mating, go ask someone!" Trip yelled, storming out of the room.
The rest of the table watched interestingly as T'Pol rose from the table to follow Trip.
"Do you think she's going to ask Trip?" Hoshi asked.
"No," said Malcolm. "I don't believe she'll ask. At least not verbally."
"The commanders?" Travis asked, "Together?"
"It's not so hard to picture." Phlox spoke up. "He looks at her, she's jealous whenever he has relations, and they make a fine looking pair. Young Sean Tucker knew what he was doing when he put those two together, though I suspect Elizabeth had some input into it. After all, Trip writes to her, he must have let something slip. What do you think, Captain?"
Archer didn't know what he thought. There was a time when he himself had entertained thoughts of being with the Vulcan, until he realised she harboured no intentions herself. He had assumed it was the Vulcan side of her, but maybe he was just not the right person, maybe Trip was. Perhaps Sean had been right, they were meant to be together, if so, he was glad that his friends had that.
Trip had cooled down by the time he got to his quarters; it was stupid to be angry with T'Pol over such a little thing. I should apologise, he thought. Turning around to walk back the way he came and say sorry to the Vulcan, he was surprised to bang into her.
"Sorry," he said, pulling her from the floor. "About being angry, and now, too."
"It's okay." T'Pol said. "Why did you kiss me yesterday?" She looked directly into his eyes, and Trip had to answer truthfully.
"I wanted to." He said softly. "It sounded pretty good in the story, didn't it? Forever and ever, being with someone you belong with, who you love."
"But not the babies. I don't want dodecahedron shaped offspring."
Trip blinked. "I don' think that's what he was getting' at, he just meant twelve at a time, but got confused, really, it could happen to anyone."
T'Pol nodded. "One day I would like children, however, and I'll need someone to fulfil that, of course I'll have to know that person first…"
"Are you askin' me on a date, Sub Commander?"
"I believe I am. It is part of human mating is it not?"
"Yes, it is. As is this." Leaning forward, he kissed her softly on her lips, and T'Pol sighed despite herself. When he went to pull back, he found he couldn't as T'Pol was clinging on to him.
"I believe we should date later. Now…" She stopped her sentence and waited.
"We get naked?"
"The phrase will suffice. I was thinking. Children on a starship wouldn't be so bad with someone to help."
"One step at a time.
A/N- I know, it was a bit of a weird, abrupt ending, and you'll probably hate it and say I ruined the story. Please tell me what you think. The reason it ended quickly was one, I planned on ending it soon anyway, and two, I'm trying to end my current stories so I won't be writing on so many and leaving you readers in the lurch all the time, waiting years for the story to finish.
