First Sight

By AussieSheila

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Summary: Thoughts of their 1st meeting

Disclaimer: All characters and Star Trek: Enterprise belongs to Paramount. There's no infringement intended and no profit wants to be made.

Author's notes: Thanks so much Dinah for being Beta! Soooo, please R&R, criticism, suggestions and tips are greatly appreciated. Enjoy!

 


 

 

 

  

Trip's POV


"I dunno. I'd be more comfortable with Porthos on the bridge."

As soon as I heard a Vulcan was comin', I freaked. We don't need some cold, emotionless woman comin' aboard and contradictin' all our ways. THEY were the ones who tried ta hold us back again.

My best friend, Jonathan Archer, just laughed at me. Then the chime on the Captain's ready room door sounded. Jon took a deep and said, "Here we go...come in."

And in stepped an attractive Vulcan lady, with a look that says 'I am superior'. She started speaking in a monotone, "This confirms I was transferred to your command at 0800." She handed Jon the PADD and continued, "Reporting for duty."

This is gonna be just a peachy 8 days, I thought.

She started sniffing so Jon asked if there was a problem. She said there wasn't. He paused then said, "Oh, I forgot. Vulcan females have a heightened sense of smell. I hope Porthos isn't too offensive to you."

She just raised an eyebrow and said, "I've been trained to tolerate offensive situations."

I piped up at that point:  "I took a shower this mornin'. What 'bout you, Cap'n?"

Jon laughed once and introduced us. "I'm sorry. This is Commander Charles Tucker III, Sub-Commander T'Pol."

I rose and made contact with the deepest brown eyes I've ever seen.  When I politely extended my hand to her, I tried not to stare.

"Trip. I'm called Trip."

She simply glanced at my hand and said without emotion, "I'll try to remember that," before turning away from me. Geez! Where did Vulcans learn their manners? She could've politely declined but she just gave me a freakin' cold shoulder.

The Cap'n saw the interaction and decided to intervene, "While you may not share our enthusiasm about this mission, I expect you to follow our rules. What is said in this room and out on the Bridge is privileged information. I don't want every word I say being picked apart the next day by the Vulcan High Command."

Whoa, I thought, she just got the lay of the land. I had to stifle a laugh.

But she continued stoically, "My reason for being here is not espionage. My superiors simply asked me to assist you."

Jon nearly rolled his eyes and said, "Your superiors don't think we can flush a toilet without someone assisting us."

This time, when I tried to stifle my laugh, I saw her back stiffen. Damn that superior Vulcan hearing. Superior Vulcan this, superior Vulcan that. Ok, ya made yer point, yer better than us, so get over it.

"I didn't request this assignment, Captain."

Oooh, someone's getting emotional.

"And when this mission is over, I am certain that I'll be as pleased to leave this ship as you will to have me go."

Wow, THAT was cold.

Porthos chose that moment to lean on Sub-Commander T'Pol and she didn't like it one bit. "If there is nothing else..."

Jon nodded his head, trying to stifle a chuckle, "That'll be all."

I hope I don't run into her any time soon.

Sub-Commander T'Pol nodded and left the room. Jon and I exchanged amused glances. I'm sure we're both wondering what the hell we got ourselves into.

 


 

T'Pol's POV

 

My superior Vulcan hearing picked up voices from the adjoining room. One voice, with a very strong, distinctive accent, was saying, "I dunno. I'd be more comfortable with Porthos on the bridge."

My curiosity was mildly piqued. What was a Porthos? Then I recognized the laugh of the Captain. Listening in on people's conversations is very impolite. So I rang the buzzer.

I heard Captain Archer's voice. "Here we go. Come in."

As I stepped inside, I was bombarded with the offensive smells of two humans and a canine. That must be the 'Porthos'. I was aware of a presence sitting behind me and, upon closer investigation, the smell emitted from that presence was not all that unpleasant. It was rather...unique, and it carried a mysterious air with it.

"This confirms I was transferred to your command at 0800." I handed the Captain the PADD and continued, "Reporting for duty."

I sniffed, trying to seek out that scent, while avoiding the others. The Captain asked if there was a problem. "No, sir," I said out of courtesy.  

The Captain looks a lot calmer than when I last saw him. He had informed me he was going to 'knock me on my ass'.

Realization finally dawned on him, "Oh I forgot, female Vulcans have a heightened sense of smell. I hope Porthos isn't too offensive to you."

I raised my eyebrow and stoically responded, "I've been trained to tolerate offensive situations."

The man with the mysterious smell decided to enter the conversation. "I took a shower this mornin'. What 'bout you, Cap'n?"

I am still at a loss as to why the Captain found this funny. "I'm sorry. Commander Charles Tucker III, Sub-Commander T'Pol." I turned to find myself face-to-face with a tall, blond, blue-eyed, quite pleasing-to-the-eye gentleman.

He held out his hand and said, "Trip. I'm called Trip." For a fleeting moment, I had an irrational desire to run my hand through his hair.  What would it feel like?

Since Vulcans are touch telepaths, I declined the hand and responded, "I'll try to remember that."

I turned away and the Captain looked a little hesitant as he started to speak:  "While you may not share our enthusiasm about this mission, I expect you to follow our rules. What is said in this room and on the Bridge is privileged information. I don't want every word I say being picked apart the next day by the Vulcan High Command."

I was quite aware of Captain Archer's opinion of Vulcans, so I attempted to reassure him. "My reason for being here is not espionage. My superiors simply asked me to assist you."

The Captain looked very amused. "Your superiors don't think we can flush a toilet without someone assisting us."

I am sure that is not true. Humans are known to use sarcasm. Perhaps this is an example. 

"I didn't request this assignment, Captain. And when this mission is over, I am certain that I'll be as pleased to leave this ship as you will to have me go."

His disgusting canine started to lean against me. It was rather unsettling. "If there is nothing else..."

The Captain's face relaxed. "That'll be all."

I nodded, and left the room as quickly as possible without appearing to be in a rush. On the way back to my quarters, I found myself illogically curious about when I might see this "Commander Tucker" again...


Comments:

AussieSheila

Thanks Mary for the advice about Trip, that'll help me a lot. Only one mid-term left, then I can get back to my stroy writing!

Mary

I liked the two POV for this first meeting. Trip is  politly confrontational but not really attracted, Interesting that it's T'Pol that you have noticing Trip in a mildly sexual way. I liked her internal comments and that the sniffing was to get more of Trip's scent. One point I hope you will alter in subsequent writing- Trip is very intelligent, near genius and highly educated, his grammar would be commensurate to this, let him show this level of sofistication. Otherwise a fun story can't wait for more

bluetiger

I think it is always enjoyable to see the various writers ideas of what went through T'Pol and Trip's minds at their first meeting. Nicely done.

Alelou

nice job!

AussieSheila

Thanks guys so much! I really appreciate your comments and never be afraid ti criticize. My next fic may take a few weeks or so due to mid-terms and it's rather long. Thanks again!

Distracted

Unique approach to T'Pol's POV.  Trip's accent is laid on a tad too strong for my tastes, but I like it anyway.  Well done.

Reanok

Nice story I liked Trip and T'Pols pint of view at their first meeting during Broken Bow.

panyasan

So the smell she seemed to notice wasn't from Portos, but from Trip. I especially liked T'Pols POV.  Fav line: "For a fleeting moment, I had an irrational desire to run my hand through his hair.  What would it feel like?" The language purist in me just protested a bit with the "yo and yer', but that's me. Nice story.

WarpGirl

I like that you don't overcomplicate things, which I do all the time. It's clean, without being cold or sparse. You say exactly what you want and you don't waste words. I'm much older than you Sweetie and I still can't do that, and I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. BRAVO! I think it's a start to a beautiful friendship.

Asso

Very cute! NICE; NICE; NICE! I like itvery much.:p 

Siilverbullet

God tale.  Liked Trip and sure liked T-Pol.  Archer was background filler as was Porthos.

Now that  you have them off  and running it will be interesting where you take them next.

 

 

Transwarp

I feel like I was a fly on the wall while this scene was playing out (a telepathic fly, no less).  The glimpse into T'Pol's thoughts were especially interesting.  Trip's thoughts were what I expected from the dialogue and body language, but T'Pol's thoughts were completely different, yet entirely in character.  Well done!

Elessar

NICE!  I like it.  Very short but to the point, T'Pol had some interesting thoughts about Trip when she first met him... I also like the idea that when she sniffs the air in BB, that she was actually trying to root out Tucker's smell.

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