A Vulcan Life; A Vulcan Wife: Boldly Go #atozchallenge Day Twenty -Two

A to Z  – the final blogging frontier…

Captain’s Log: April 26, 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 takes place a few weeks after Season Four, Episode 3, Home, concurrently with my previous story, Takin’ a Swan Dive, and immediately following yesterday’s story, “Unsent Letter”Spoilers for “Home”. Approximate time, early to mid March, 2154.

This story is rated PG-13 for underlying sexual themes.

T‘Pol, dealing with the realities of a Vulcan life, and of being a Vulcan wife, feels something she never expected…will it lead to further self destruction? Clicking on the title will take you to the full story, now nine chapters long. It’s deservedly rated Mature, so read at your own risk!

A Vulcan Life, A Vulcan Wife

(651 words)

There was no point in recording a message. There was nothing she could do to make this situation more tenable for Trip.

Or, though there was no logic in it, for herself, either.

She was married to Koss.

“I am a Vulcan wife.” She said the words aloud, in the language of the only man with whom she had shared sexual relations. The man whose emotions had flooded her awareness, and shown her that there was more to such sharing than the simple mechanics of mating.

“A Vulcan wife doesn’t make love; making love isn’t logical.” She knew this to be true; knew it because her initial explorations had led to urges only for the mating act; the penetration and insemination that might have resulted in a child, if she were ready, and if she and Trip had been able to conceive without medical intervention.

It was he who had told her, in no uncertain terms, that there was a reason for the size of the Kama Sutra, for the seemingly illogical diversity and pervasive nature of human sexuality.

It was he who had Awakened her – and he who Awakened her body and her soul to the pleasures of erotic touch, to the slip of fingers over her hip, to lips tangling with her own, teeth nibbling at the tip of her ear, of his tongue –

She moaned softly – and the sound came back from the cliffs and abysses of her homeworld, strangely twisted by the spaces and obstacles and the thin hot air of zenith.

“Maybe I oughta be takin’ a swan dive of my own.”

The thought came to her as though he was standing here beside her on the stone bridge. It was so clear that T’Pol turned, something within her seeming to leap toward –

Nothing. Only the empty air, the empty expanse of desert, open air, rock formations.

She was still alone. Still desolate.

Still bereft.

And, sixteen light-years away from a Vulcan life, a Vulcan wife, so was her Chosen.

“Trip is my mate! Koss is my husband; he will never be my mate!” What impulse led her to scream, to close her fists so tightly that her nails pierced the skin of her palms?

Sudden vertigo dropped her, belly down, on the thin span of the rock bridge, shaking. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Trip was in danger.

She shouldn’t be able to feel him, not when they weren’t touching.

But that thought was wiped away by the danger to her mate. She clutched arms and legs around the rock, couldn’t release the wish that it was him, even in this moment. Following instinct she didn’t understand, T’Pol flung her mind out across the distance, out into the stars, hunting a single silken thread that led to her mate, her Chosen, her human, her Trip.

Staring down into danger, hiding from the pain that wanted to consume him.

The pain she had caused him, with her Vulcan life, with her becoming a Vulcan wife.

“Gators in that water. Bacteria. Copperheads, maybe.” She didn’t understand the nature of the words, but she knew the danger, and the pain, intimately.

Her fault that he hurt so badly he would fling himself into the dark shallow water that held death.

He must not. He’d done nothing to deserve such a death – or any death, now.

But she had.

A copperhead’s fangs sunk into him, pumpin‘ virile poisons into his blood – like trellium in hers?

She must not allow this. What loss, this Vulcan life, as a Vulcan wife? What use had she for either?

T’Pol stared down the two point six three kilometers to the jagged cliffs below, and understanding came, in Trip’s voice, bringing forth her own echoing response.

“Maybe I oughta be takin’ a swan dive of my own.”

If she let go, leapt, there would be no further pain for either of them.


For an added treat, visit other blogs on the #atozchallenge roster. There is a huge diversity to choose from, and I think that’s something T’Pol would find most agreeable, indeed.


    • I’m sorry it’s so frustrating. #sorrynotsorry. As for whether they “end up” together…well, even the series sends mixed messages on that one. I prefer to be a fan of love, but not so much HEA, because life isn’t HEA.

      So I write them a very real love story that carries on the nature of what we saw, with a connection that can deepen and sustain them through the hard times that are an inevitable part of life.

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