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From: susieqla@yahoo.com (Sue)
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Subject: NEW FIC:  ENT - REVELATIONS - (T/T)  PG-13,  1/1
Date: 4 Nov 2004 10:00:37 -0800
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Title :      Revelations
Author:      Sue
E-Mail:      susieqla@yahoo.com
Website:     None.
Series:      ENTERPRISE
Characters:  T/T, T'L
Category:    Romance/Het.
Rating:      PG-13
Summary:     Missing scenes and perceptions.
Trip and T'Pol fic.  Silly me; this is therapy.  These
two fictional people have truly become a part of
me...(sigh).  Here's hoping they will be granted a
canon-sanctioned future together.



Revelations



She would not be returning to her mother's home.  That
thought brought a measure of comfort.  There would be
no chance of her bumping into the commander.  Trip had
departed just after the ceremony had concluded.  For
as long as she lived she would never forget the look
on his face when she had dared to sneak a furtive look
at him once she stood as Koss' property.  Everything
they as friends, and in time, more, had shared, and
what might have shared, but never would, was frozen
like a dismal tableau on his countenance, his beautiful
distraught face.

'Oh, Trip...Trip...please forgive me.  I never meant
to hurt you.  *Please* believe me...and trust me too.
Somehow, there might still be a chance...'

T'Pol sighed as she quickly changed out of her
ceremonial garb; she could not shed her attire of what
she considered her trappings of bondage, fast enough.
*He* had told her how amazing she looked.  She had
wanted to leave, escape with him, her impossibly sweet,
noble human, right then and there, but her sense of
duty and loyalty to her mother had prevented her.

Instead of concentrating on the words that were said
over Koss and herself, binding them as husband and,
what she now considered herself as, a trophy, her mind
had dwelt on the first time Trip and she had, 'made
love,' as he had put it; they had done so over and over.
She had become *his* that very first time he cradled
her between his legs.

She would face him again, she must, when she returned
to ENTERPRISE to begin serving on her commission.  But,
for right now, she had no desire, or more accurately,
she possessed too heavy a heart, to see him.

She had packed a change of clothes, bringing them with
her.  The ceremony had seemed to drag on for eons; time
that could have been much better spent elsewhere.  She
had promised to show him many varied sites of Vulcan's
singular beauty, and as it had turned out, he had only
seen the 'lava fields,' as he had called the barren
location.  She wondered if he would associate the site
with a bad memory; the place where she had told him
of her plans to marry Koss.

She hung her head, remembering how he had accused her
of bringing him all that way just to see her marry
someone else.  "Someone you barely know," Trip had
protested.  Even now she was uncertain exactly why she
had never told him how Koss' appearance, his demand
they wed, were things she had not anticipated herself.

Yes, Koss had certainly spoiled EVERYTHING.  She had
intended for Trip and herself to get better acquainted,
and not in the physical sense, although that had seemed
to be on Trip's mind quite frequently.  She had really
wanted to expose him to all that Vulcan meant to her.
Now his only memory of her beloved homeworld would be
his having suffered more personal loss.

Deep down she knew it was not just Koss who was to
blame.  She could have rejected him, outrightly,
could have put her interests first, and would have
never been able to regain any closeness with her
mother.  If they argued and never saw eye-to-eye
at present, she imagined how much worse the situation
would be if she had flatly said, "NO, never darken
the approach to my home EVER AGAIN..." to Koss.

What a bind the selfish Vulcan had put her in.  The
only man whom she was growing more and more fond of,
day by day, forfeited.  Though the marriage was a
sham, the gritty fact remained that as long as Koss
lived, he had legal claim on her.  If she chose to
dishonor him in any way, any indiscretion, outright
defiance, it would mean total disgrace for her family
for generations.  She would undo any good she had
sought to achieve by marrying.

She would be viewed as the one at fault, especially
since all concerned knew Koss had granted her an
extended time to fulfill her obligations with the
humans and their agency, Starfleet.  He could have
insisted she quit and begin her new role in life
immediately.

Somehow, though, she felt how quickly her time
serving for Starfleet would pass, and then it would
be all Koss, all the time.

She tucked the fringed edges of her sand-colored blouse
into the loose-fitting, pastel teal pants she had just
stepped into, but then, peevishly, yanked the fabric
back out, having decided to wear the blouse this way
instead of stuffed inside the pants.  Besides, at
Selaya, she would be given the customary robes which
she would wear for the duration of her stay.

She had thought to give Trip a tour of the retreat at
the magnificent mountain, but it never happened.  The
day she had wanted to take him there, Koss had called,
demanding she honor their, what he insisted it be,
iron-clad betrothal.  Her myopic 'pain in the lobe,'
had spoiled everything, she pined again, oh, indeed,
how he had.  After he had left, T'Pol had taken to her
room, stating in no uncertain terms that she needed
time alone, time to mediate.  Trip and her mother had
gone off together; T'Les had not told her where.

T'Pol's mind reeled back several frames to the morning
in which she had awakened Trip early so that she and
he could prepare breakfast for T'Les and themselves.
He had looked so inviting in that bed, looking as
if, like a lost boy, he had lost his way in a
dreamscape.  What would she have done with him if
her mother had not been on the premises, two rooms
down?  What, indeed?

The disiplined side of her mind knocked that randy
notion clean out the box, and attended to the
memory at hand...

He, waving the 'elau'kkia,' what he had said looked
like a carrot with a skin condition, wanted to know,
"What's this called again?"  He shook it like a
madman, taking special care to flourish the fuzzy stalk
directly beneath T'Pol's nose.

He could be so child-like, but even that had grown on
her.  "Please stop abusing the food, Commander..."

"Ah, ah, ah...you promised while we're here, and
your mom's not in earshot."

T'Pol pursed her generous lips.  "I don't wish calling
you that at this point in time."

"Yes ya do.  C'mon.  Or..."  He tickled the tip of
her nose with the mutant carrot stick.

"Or?"  She fanned the vegetable stalk away.  "Or,
what?"

"I just might go ahead an' spill the beans.  Tell
your mom we make mad, passionate love, every jolly
chance we get.  Whenever, wherever."

A look of shock mingled with something almost akin to
exhilaration displayed on T'Pol's face.  "You
wouldn't!"  But, already she had her answer, or so
she had imagined.

Snorting, he replied, "Try me, darlin', you should
know me by now.  'Sides, your mom's no dummy.
Probably's got us all figured out, anyway.  When she
thinks I don't have a clue she's sizin' me up, I get
the fisheye, like...'don't think I don't see all the
fingerprints you've left on my little girl, you human
wolf.'"  He positioned the exotic veggie beneath the
knife T'Pol held.  "C'mon, you said you would."

"Are you going to divulge the nature of our
relationship?"

Solemnly, he said, "No, course not.  It's *our* business,
isn't it?  Only way I'd breathe a word is if you wanted
me to.  And, I know you don't want me to."

"It's not because I'm ashamed...Trip."

"Now, see how easy that was?  'Trip,' I never get tired
you callin' me that."

"Trip, I am *not* ashamed."

"I know that too.  Goodness sakes, you're my
girlfriend, after all's said an' done.  Aren't ya?"

Yes, she supposed that was what she really was when
all was boiled away.  It was more than feeling
closer with him, it was needing him too.  After she
nodded, rather shyly at that, Tucker noted, she
reassured, "In the sense that you mean it, I am."
She laid the knife aside, and at the coaxing of his
arms which had encircled her, turned in his embrace.
"I accept the significance you attach to the word's
contextual meaning."

"Glad to hear it," Trip jibed, his voice strong and
deep with emotion.  His planting saucy little kisses
along the outline of the tender shell of T'Pol's
tempting ear, steadily driving them both off kilter.

"I have missed you, 't'hy'la...'"

He groaned into her ear and felt her body tremble.
The tip of his nose contentedly nuzzled the delicate
curvature of her ear.  Slowly, he invited, "That goes
double for me.  What say tonight, we go for a moons'-
lit walk?"

"I would like that."  T'Pol closed her eyes, growing
heady from his intoxicating aroma, the irresistible
tug of his ardor.

"And maybe afterwards..."  Trip crushed her body to
his and satisfied his thirst for her lips, his craving
for everything she gave to him without thinking.
When they finally came up for air, Trip achingly
inveigled, "You know afterwards."

"Indeed," T'Pol assured.  "Further exploration."  Her
whole being had rejoiced in anticipation.

"You're even more sexy when you get all scientific
on me.  Shoo, I've told ya that before, but I'm so
turned on, and I know that right here and now there's
not a thing we can do about it.  Hell, your mom's
hearin' is even keener than yours, darlin'."  No
argument from T'Pol, she knew that well.  They kissed
again, becoming even more passionate.  "You're the
best, T'Pol, the absolute best," he attested, until
he thought he heard her sigh.



Trip had thought it was unlike any sigh he had ever
heard, and it had filled him with even more love for
her which he expressed with action, not words, as
yet.  No, not words, yet.  A better time had to come,
and come soon...




"I think my mother is nearing.  She will know.  We must
not continue with--"

"You're hearin' things," Trip casually dismissed, too
caught up, unable to overcome his intense desire to
keep running his hands over T'Pol, everywhere, filling
his soul with the pleasure she gave him.

"No I'm--"  T'Pol pried herself away from him, donned
the knife again, and began chopping the 'elau'kkia'
furiously.

"To be continued..." Trip vowed, pinching her at the
waist; she really had lost quite a lot of weight
recently.  Their experiences in the Expanse had
certainly exacted so much from them all.  He popped
one of her choppings into his mouth and crunched loudly
enough for T'Pol to raise an eyebrow.  So, he pinched
her again.

"You call this helping?"

"Okay, okay," he laughingly said.  He took up a knife,
latched unto a particularly tuberish-looking 'elau'kkia'
and began chopping away.  "How's this?"

"Better," T'Pol conceded.  Her reward was Trip kissing
her lightly on her cheek.




As was usually her norm, she had been correct, T'Les
had been on the move, and she had caught just enough
of their heated exchange, both visually and verbally,
to know that her daughter and this human she had
brought in tow, were lovers, just as she had suspected
from the first, having laid knowing eyes on him.
*Colleague*, indeed...




The sound of her mother's measured approach dissolved
her savored recollection, a memory she would never
relinquish and knew she would use to her advantage
whenever she needed to.  Already, she knew she would
resort to it often in the trying days to come.

"You are not going with Koss?" T'Less asked patiently.

"No, Mother, I am not," T'Pol rejoined, pointblank,
with no life whatsoever in her tone.  "I am going to
Mount Selaya to meditate."

"The commander left before the ceremony ended."

"No, he did not.  He left right after it concluded."

She was not here to quibble with her flesh and blood.
"I sensed he was not pleased with the joining."

T'Pol knew that to be true.  Her commander was dismal;
even now, she felt his anguish.  "Perhaps the ritual
was disturbing for him to witness as an outsider."

How long would her child keep this up?  T'Les replied,
"No, I sensed his distress was due to another cause..."

T'Pol tamped down her desire to declare her unruly
feelings for the man she loved.  "Mother," she
struggled, and choked down what screamed to be said.
"It is time I go."

"May peace come to be yours, daughter.  I will never
forget what you have foregone on my account."

T'Pol turned sorrowful eyes on T'Les.  "Mother, we
have had our differences, but we are of one flesh,
one mind, one heritage."  The younger Vulcan
gathered what little she had brought with her and
prepared to depart.

"He loves you, T'Pol."  T'Les had fairly blurted it.
She could not bear to see her child in this state, a
state that troubled the older woman deeply.  Yes,
despite their many differences, she loved her child,
wilful and headstrong though she could be.  "He told
me so.  Your human loves you very much.  He knew
telling you would cause you pain."

"Yes, mother, I know."

"So much so in fact that he sacrificed his happiness
for...your cohesion of mind.  He is a good man, T'Pol."

"This too I know.  I have known this for some time."
Looking her mother dead in the eyes, T'Pol revealed,
"We share the bond."  She told her mother this, knowing
full well what it conveyed; she and the commander had
consummated their relationship.  What her mother would
not be privy to is how many times over they had done
so.  Showering with the commander was one of her special
pleasures.

"Initially, I misjudged him.  I thought, perhaps, you
were a mere novelty to him."

"Initially, when we first met, I was, but, over time,
he has come to mean much to me.  What you see, is what
he is, deep inside.  There is no pretense with him."
Her throat had become thick with emotion she was barely
suppressing.

T'Les took her child's hand which shivered a little in
her firm grasp.  "That I have seen for myself.  And he
is quite skillful with his hands."  T'Pol stared at her
mother, and the older woman actually began to smile
faintly.  "I have appliances that are in better working
order now, than the day they were obtained."

"Commander Charles Tucker, the Third is also an engineer
without equal," T'Pol said with an unmistakable ring of
pride.  She had every right to be proud; her blue-eyed
love was a genius!

T'Les jiggled T'Pol's hand.  "He is quite the
raconteur.  I enjoyed his stories of his Florida."
Pausing, she renewed, "It is not for me to advise you,
T'Pol, those days are long over.  But, what I can
suggest, is, perhaps, give this situation which seems
to have no clear resolution, time.  The future is beyond
any of our controls."  T'Pol studied her mother intently
while re-analyzing, 'Mother, time manipulation is quite
possible...'  She had a wealth of critical, personal
experience to draw on.  "There is no telling what might
develop..." T'Les continued.  "I can see why you are
so taken with him."

T'Pol stopped breathing for a moment.  Was she hearing
her mother correctly?  Was her nurturer, she herself
the participant in a difficult union, saying she
approved of her choice?  Of *Trip*?  This was truly a
day of revelations.  "You spoke of children before.
I realize this will sound moot, but if it were
biologically possible, and having the commander for
my husband, if I conceived, I would view it as a
consummate honor to bear his, and *only* his.  What
others think, both Vulcan and human alike, is of no
consequence."

T'Les' reaction was far from what T'Pol might have
expected.  "Indeed, my daughter, indeed.  If most
humans are as your Trip is, then we have misjudged
them, for the most part.  I was impressed with his
restraint when I intentionally chose to speak Vulcan,
deliberately excluding him from our conversation."

"Misjudgment comes easily before profoundly knowing
what the truth truly is.  When truth is revealed,
much is learned."

"You speak well, my daughter.  Your time with the humans
has enriched you.  May your sojourn at Selaya prove
beneficial.  Not merely insightful, but provides the
logic coupled with wisdom to guide you in your way.  A
journey only you can make."

"Yes, Mother, I too hope for such.  I have much to
mediate on..."

"It is good to have you with me again, 'ashal-veh
ko-fu.'  When we are together, it is home."

Though far from being their custom, as heritage
dictated, mother and daughter embraced.  T'Les rubbed
T'Pol's nose with her own, and T'Pol reciprocated,
generously.  Despite what T'Pol had told herself while
entrenched in the thick of the crisis, that had nearly
rent her soul, she had missed her mother too.  She'd
missed her more than she could admit...until now.


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