A to Z – the final blogging frontier…
Captain’s Log: April 19, 2016
These are the fan fiction voyages of the starship Enterprise (NX-01), the first Warp Five capable Terran craft. Humans are now able to explore strange new worlds, seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go….
I don’t own Enterprise or her crew. No monetary profit is gained from these stories. I just want to share my passion for these characters and their world.
Still using the timeline as it exists. This story is a missing scene that precedes yesterday’s story, “Observations”. Spoilers for Season One, Episode Six, “The Andorian Incident”, and Season Two, Episode Seven, “The Seventh”.
T‘Pol has an unexpected visitor while drinking tea in the Mess Hall…
If you enjoy today’s story, and want more, click on the title, and find a new frontier – what happens next!
“I know you don’t want to take the Cap’n and me to your precious sanctuary, you know.”
T’Pol repressed the sudden urge to startle, and focused on holding her tea mug steady. She wouldn’t reveal that she had heard neither the Mess Hall door opening, nor scented the room’s new occupant. Long practice allowed her not to shift her expression, but to meet the human engineer’s blue-eyed regard.
Trusting herself to speak, however, would be an illogical risk, even if her mind wished to clarify that the sanctuary’s name was P’Jem.
Her silence did nothing to deter Commander Tucker. In his typical fashion, he seemed to take it as an invitation to continue. He gathered his white beverage from the dispenser, and came to stand behind the chair opposite hers. “What I don’t know is why.”
T’Pol found the barrier the table provided most agreeable. However, the Commander placed his drink on the table, pulled out the chair, and sat down. His scent came to her strongly; she resisted the urge to breathe it in deeply, even as her heart rate accelerated with apprehension. There was little logic in her autonomic response to him; there never had been.
The room was empty at this late hour, and human custom as she understood it dictated that he find another seat, or ask her permission to sit. She considered mentioning it, but decided against it. She had only been on Enterprise for nine weeks and three days. It was quite possible that she didn’t fully grasp the variables for this manner of social interaction. Human customs seemed to be as malleable as their perception of logic, and Commander Tucker seemed to be a particularly unpredictable specimen, even for his species.
Trip – no, she must not think of him by that name. Chief Engineer Tucker simply kept talking, as though there could be no reason she would prefer solitude, or as though she had answered him. “Is it that we smell bad?”
T’Pol said nothing. There seemed nothing logical to say; he wouldn’t likely understand her reticence when she didn’t understand it herself. She understood her fascination with how he would respond to her continued silence even less.
He lifted his glass, making the same small gesture of salute he’d made in a restaurant in San Francisco. T’Pol considered the implications, then returned the gesture with her mug of tea, as she’d done the night they first encountered one another. Perhaps it would suffice, and spare her the need to decipher the still-unfamiliar and complex terrain of casual human conversation, which seldom seemed to have any direct point.
“Or is it that you just don’t want to be seen with a shipful of illogical humans?” She should have taken into account that Commander Tucker had often evidenced a most unsettling desire to, in his words, ‘see what really makes you tick.’
Now he tipped his head, and T’Pol found his gaze compelling. Perhaps she should leave, or at least look away from him, but she chose not to. It was possible that she, too, wished to know what made him tick.
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