A to Z – the final blogging frontier…
Captain’s Log: April 28, 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”, immediately after my previous story, Wrong. Spoilers for “Home”. Approximate time, mid March, 2154.
T‘Les writes a letter to her daughter T’Pol to express her concerns and regrets regarding T’Pol’s recently formalized arranged marriage. To read the complete story-in-progress, now eleven chapters, click the story title. Please be aware that the story deserves its mature rating, as it contains sexual content and references to drug and alcohol abuse.
This story is rated R for references to sexuality.
Xenophobia Wasn’t Logical
T’Les saved the correspondence, then sat before her candle. The events of the last week had left her too agitated. The lingering odors of the frenzied couplings reminded her of the Burning times with her husband, and made meditation impossible. Perhaps she should neutralize the mating-scent and restore T’Pol’s room to order, but she resisted the thought. She had instigated the chaos with her own insistence that her daughter fulfill a familial obligation that interfered with her own nature. What right had she to erase any evidence of the results of her own actions and assumptions?
T’Les watched her flame, and remembered.
T’Pol was conceived in flame. Perhaps that was why she was so drawn to it as an infant. She had moved so swiftly, thrusting her small paired fingers into the flame as though she wished to share intimacies with it. She’d been so silent and still, only the odor of her burning flesh had alerted T’Les to open her eyes and see what the baby had done.
T’Pol had shrieked out her rage when T’Les pulled her away, and had struggled fiercely to reclaim that which could destroy her.
As the flame had compelled her in infancy, the alien man had compelled her as a woman. T’Les felt the pull between them from the first moment; when they thrust their fingers together into the flame, she knew.
They were bound.
Commander Tucker hadn’t been destructive. It was her own assumptions, her own illogical xenophobia, that had fractured her only child’s katra.
“I am bereft, Mother.” Those were the last words T’Pol had spoken. T’Les had searched for a meaning for the Terran word. It had no Vulcan equivalent. When she had read enough to have some understanding, it was already too late. T’Pol was gone, the marriage was formalized, and her nascent bond with Commander Tucker was in danger of collapsing.
Could T’Pol survive, if it did? Would she choose death, rather than healing?
When Solnat had died, T’Les had wanted to die, as well. She had told Commander Tucker that they had shared a deep connection. She hadn’t told him about the bond; she hadn’t thought then that a human could understand either the concept or the reality.
Xenophobia wasn’t logical. Perhaps a human couldn’t understand, but that didn’t mean that no human could be bound.
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