Missing Scenes from Season Three - The Forgotten

By Alelou

Rating: R

Genres: angst missing scene romance smut

Keywords: Xindi

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This story is number 21 in the series Missing Scenes from Season Three


Spoilers: "The Forgotten" and prior episodes in Season 3, and it will probably make little sense without them.

Disclaimers: All things Star Trek belong to CBS/Paramount. "The Forgotten" was written by Chris Black and David A. Goodman.

Content warning: Non-explicit sexual activity. (And no, there will not be an NC-17 version for this one.)

Author's note: An r-rated coda to what I think might be my favorite scene in all of Enterprise. As always, I appreciate any reviews. (Also any edits, if you notice errors, though I intentionally used some run-on sentences in here for reasons that I hope will be obvious.)


"You're the ones to be envied," she told Trip, and she meant it, because even as he'd broken down in tears, she could sense the weight of his sister's death lifting from him. Not for the first time, it struck her that the Humans' greatest weaknesses could also be their greatest strengths. They gave into grief and let it go at the same time. They shared their sorrows, and then moved on. Already there was lightness in him that she hadn't felt in months, as if that tight, dark little compartment where he'd stuffed his grief over his sister's death had just been opened to the air.

Vulcans never opened their compartments. They spent their entire adult lives carefully and methodically maintaining their compartments.

Staring into his tear-stained eyes, she tried to tell herself that if he hadn't unburdened himself to her, it would have been someone else, even though she would have preferred to believe he wouldn't have said any of this to the captain or to Malcolm Reed or to Amanda Cole.

But she knew that was not true. He was a Human. He was a Human who could take solace in many different people, and who would probably turn efficiently back to duty and mission now, as was his habit. She tugged gently on the hand he had grasped, the one she had raised to his shoulder, pulling it back before she would have to suffer the rejection of his letting it go.

But he didn't let it go. He held on, and his eyes darkened.

And she felt a rush of pure excitement. At last.

Their mouths met, and then their tongues were in each other's mouths, and their hands were on each other's faces, and their bodies were entwining in increasing desperation. He lifted her right off the ground and she wrapped her legs around him. Yes, yes, yes. This was what it meant to be alive.

She felt a cold bulkhead at her back but thought nothing of it - the only sensation she cared about at this point was the one of being in direct contact with him. Frustrated, she tugged on the zipper of his uniform.

He grunted and backed away from the wall, then put her down just long enough to shove open a cabin door with his back and pull her into the dark, wrecked crewmen's quarters. He tugged the door closed again, panting in exasperation - it refused to close completely - and then they were at it again, peeling each other out of their clothing, greeting each new centimeter of bare skin with lip and tongue and hand until he turned and brushed a shower of debris off the lower bunk - she didn't dare think whose bunk it was, she didn't care, it didn't matter, especially when he lay her down on it - and then they were both fumbling breathlessly and then

Oh

Oh

Oh the sheer relief of that again. In a distant part of her mind she wondered who was making all that noise and eventually realized it was her, almost sobbing with gratitude even as she broke apart into a thousand perfect pieces and he was groaning with his own release and sinking down next to her on the bunk, one arm and one leg thrown possessively across her.

"Oh, darlin'," he breathed.

She turned her nose into his neck, nuzzling his delectable skin.

Something metallic outside suddenly went crashing and there was a muffled curse and she was staring into the wide eyes of a horrified, mostly naked chief engineer. He sat up, banging his head on the bunk overhead, and desperately pulled up his underwear and uniform - helpfully, he hadn't managed to get completely out of either - and felt around in the near-total darkness for his undershirt. Putting a finger to her lips to warn her to be silent, he called, "Who's there?"

"Ensign Masaro, sir. Lieutenant Hess asked me to bring you this report."

"Um... okay, Masaro. Give me a minute. I kind of ... dozed off in here."

"Sir," Masaro said. He didn't exactly sound convinced.

"I'll take care of it," Trip whispered in her ear, and kissed her quickly before he shoved the door open and then quickly closed it again. "What have you got?" he asked brusquely, and then there was silence as, presumably, he looked at the ensign's report. T'Pol lay there in darkness broken only by the sliver of light coming in from the not-quite-closed door, and tried to quietly wriggle herself back into her cat suit. It helped that she hadn't actually gotten all the way out of hers, either.

How long had they been in here, all told? Twelve minutes? It was certainly quite different than the first time. Not less pleasant, just ... different.

"All right. Let's go take a look," Trip said, a little louder than he needed to for just the ensign, and she could hear their footsteps departing.

She stood up. Where was her undershirt? She finally retrieved it from the floor, and got it back on, then zipped herself back into her cat suit, conscious of stickiness. There was not really any way to clean up.

At the door she paused, listening to ensure the corridor was clear before she wrestled the door open again and made her way into it.

They had very nearly been discovered in the actby a junior officer.

Or had been discovered.

Indeed, how could Masaro not have realized what was going on? Unless, perhaps, he'd just arrived? And his hearing was terrible? Human hearing was quite poor, wasn't it? Even if he'd managed to peer in through the crack of the door, it was dark in here. He couldn't have seen anything, could he?

She hurried to her quarters, overcome with chagrin. Trip had been right, before. They should not be losing focus during a mission this important.

Probably he'd only succumbed to temptation now because he had been in a particularly vulnerable state. And in her post-Trellium-D state, she was also, obviously, still subject to extreme lapses of judgment.

Also, she'd touched him.

Why did she feel that strange hot current of unreasoning excitement when she made contact with him, while contact from others - like Archer earlier, in sickbay - never caused anything more than a mild frisson of warmth, or distaste?

But that didn't bear much thinking about, because it suggested the possibility of something she hadn't previously believed could exist between two Vulcans, let alone between a Vulcan and a Human.

And this whispered thing - for contemporary Vulcan science certainly frowned on the subject - if it did exist, was hardly something Trip would be pleased to learn about. Hadn't she already assured him that their relations would not constitute any significant commitment?

But this was ridiculous. More likely, her post-Trellium-D brain was confusing tactile sensation for something else, conflating the symptoms of one addiction with another.

At least she was successfully giving up the Trellium-D, though Phlox had warned her that the emotions might be with her for some time, possibly even forever.

Perhaps it would be best to give up these encounters with Commander Tucker as well, at least until she had gotten more of her emotional control back.

But how could she do that when everything about him continually beckoned to her?

But that was also ridiculous.

She was not an animal. She could master her primitive mating instincts, especially when they were so entirely inappropriate.

x x x

Her door buzzed later, as she had expected it would. She ignored it. The captain had asked her to review all their information about the spheres, looking for any potential weaknesses, so she had work to do. More importantly, she had temptation to resist.

x x x

One minute later she got the call. "Tucker to T'Pol."

She tabbed the comm. "T'Pol here."

"Why aren't you answering your door?"

"The captain asked me to review our information about the spheres."

"You could have answered the door and told me that."

"Are you not busy yourself?"

"Well, yeah, but..."

"Perhaps another time, then," she said, and closed the connection.

x x x

Five minutes later, her computer monitor signaled the arrival of a message. She tried to ignore it, but found the knowledge that something was sitting there - perhaps from him - distracting, so she opened it.

x x x

FR: Cdr Tucker

I know you're busy, but I scored a REAL vegetarian mushroom risotto ration-pack from the mess hall. Join me for a late dinner later?

x x x

Fr: SubCdr T'Pol

Commander, as I believe you have noted yourself, the mission should be our highest priority right now.

x x x

FR: Cdr Tucker

We both still need to eat.

x x x

Fr: SubCdr T'Pol

Recent evidence suggests that I will be more likely to focus successfully on my work if you are not present. I believe you are the one who first suggested we should focus on our mission. After what happened between us earlier, I am forced to acknowledge the logic of that. I'm sure we can visit any issues that require further discussion once the mission is complete.

x x x

FR: Cdr Tucker

You know, you don't make it very easy for a guy to express his appreciation.

x x x

Fr: SubCdr T'Pol

No such expression is required.

x x x

FR: Cdr Tucker

It is for me. So, I appreciated it. A lot. I also wanted to apologize. I got a little carried away.

x x x

Fr: SubCdr T'Pol

Commander, you must have noticed that you were not alone in that. Given the significant lack of judgment we both showed, however, I think it would be best to avoid any possibility of future unprofessional behavior.

x x x

There was no response for some time after that, so she returned to her work. Seven minutes later, another message chimed.

x x x

FR: Cdr Tucker

We're going to talk about this eventually. Especially if you want that risotto.

x x x

A risotto was something she could easily give up as long as she was giving up so much else. T'Pol began a response designed to put him off, then wondered why she was doing so. As was typical, he had enticed her into more discussion than was either necessary or desired. So she deleted the message she had begun and returned to her study of the data, though she couldn't help remaining alert for another message, or even another buzz at her door.

None came.

She recognized the peculiar feeling of restlessness that ensued as one of those uncomfortable emotional states Phlox had warned her might continue to afflict her for years, possibly even the rest of her life.

She decided that she would have to forgo her study temporarily in favor of more meditation.

Apparently, it was going to require a great deal of mental discipline to avoid waiting, either consciously or unconsciously, for Commander Tucker.


Comments:

Brandyjane

I liked it. I didn't see a problem with the sex. The way you wrote it, it just seemed to fit. It wasn't something they planned; it just happened. I  noticed that line about her avoiding Trip, too, and I had the same thought as you: They hadn't seemed to be avoiding each other, so what was Trip talking about?

I especially liked that you fit in Masaro once again. If he was aware of what was happening - and I assume he was - then it just gives him one more reason to be angry at TnT. If he is already predisposed to mistrust the relationship, then I can see how he might think the two of them having a quickie under those circumstances (the damaged ship, dead and injured crew, etc.) is completely inappropriate. Obviously I'm not excusing his later actions; I just think this all works well together to set up "Demons"/"Terra Prime."

The one part that doesn't work for me is the messages back and forth. I love, love, love all of your missing scenes, but that's the one thing I've read from you that I just can't see happening, mainly for the reasons Linda gives.

Linda

Ah, a gender gap issue.  :s   ;)   Would this make an interesting board thread discussion?  

Alelou

A perfectly reasonable point of view, Linda.  I'd say the audience at ff.net also split in the middle, or fell more in your direction.  (Unscientifically, it seems to me that guys were generally fine with it, but a number of women were not.)

Linda

I just love your missing scenes, so it is sad that I disagree about the grieving process in this particular one.  Um, you said the grieving process had been going on for months, but to me, it was not grieving that was going on for months - it was avoidance of grieving that had been going on.  So when Trip finally faces grieving, to me that would be so intense it would take precedence over every other emotion.  At least that is the way I interpreted it in the scene with T'Pol where he kicks that Xindy equipment and tells T'Pol that when he tries to write that letter, all he can think about is his baby sister.  I know that love making can be very comforting and healing and that some people would find it very natural to occur sometime between this scene with T'Pol and the finishing of that letter.  I am not saying it is wrong!  I am saying that it wouldn't (didn't) work for me.  It just would not be right for me.  But since it fits into the story line of your continuing missing scenes, go for it! 

Alelou

I know, SB.  Thank you.  The "even though" was for those who didn't.

Silverbullet

Alelou, I believe I did agree with you on this story. My comments were positive on it.

SB

Alelou

Thanks for the comments, even if you didn't go for this one.  I probably wouldn't have either, if I didn't have the glaring weirdness in the next episode of Trip telling T'Pol she's been avoiding him since they "you know," when there's absolutely no indication since "Harbinger" that she's been avoiding him.  So, I gave them another "you know" to get freaked out about.  

Personally, though, I don't think making hot monkey love is going to interfere with the grief process, especially if it's already been going on for nine months (the grief, not the hot monkey love).  Good sex with someone you love is comforting and life-affirming.  But yes, it's reasonable to suggest that it strikes the wrong note for the particular arc of that episode. 

And now these captcha codes are getting even harder to read!

Asso

And T'Pol? Did she not discover anything?

Siverbullet

I have to go along with Alelou on this one. They are both vulnerable, their  guard is down they are connected pysically. Trip ahs found out that there is a warm and Compasionate woman under the facade T'Pol presents. Yes, after the sexual encounter he could write the letter and put  his sister in a corner of his Heart because he has found someone who will fill her place in it: T'Pol

SB

justTripn

Like you, I consider "Forgotten" possibly the best episode. It was certinaly the most moving. Maybe the only episode where I simply burst into tears. I remember saying it was perfect.  How do you improve on the best episode? Probably you can't, but this was a good try. It's plausible. it's extremely well-written, it foreshadows events to come, it helps with your story arc. And I don't want to go along with it because it contradicts my internal version of events in "Forgotten." In the show, we have their intimate scene in the hallway where Trip cries and T'Pol opens up to him verbally, then cut to him finishing his letter to the parents of the dead crewman and saying goodby to his sister. Could all this--your missing scene--have come between? Maybe, but it would have been quite distracting for Trip. Here, Trip goes back to his cabin after having sex that day, desparately texts with his girlfriend who won't engage with him. Only THEN is he finally is able to settles down to focus on writing that letter to the parents of the dead crewman. See? Emotionally, it's not working for me. In the original story, T'Pol has just been supportive and selfless. She gave something to Trip without making it all about her. Trip feels has a close friend who knows what is happening and accepts him and his emotions. Now he can face writing that letter.  

 

 

 

Linda

Okay, I am repeating my comment here as it is too tiny to read in the comment below.

 

I like your take on Vulcan repression vs human release of emotions.  It has been my reaction that T’Pol was right to say she is envious of the human way as it is more psychologically  effective  to face and purge emotions.  But his making love with T'Pol just after starting to truly restart the suspended grieving process seems a bit premature.  We haven't even gotten through the scene where he finishes the letter he has to write about the woman engineer who died.  Writing that, then putting his hand on Lizzie's photo and saying good-bye to her - to me is the heart of his beginning to heal.  That was an important moment for me, perhaps the most important moment of the entire series, since I use that as my avatar. I don't think he would be making love to T'Pol between revealing to her that he couldn’t write that letter because all he could think about was his sister, and actually completing the letter and saying good-bye.   Other than that, I love this powerful missing scene.

Linda

 

I like your take on Vulcan repression vs human release of emotions.  It has been my reaction that T’Pol was right to say she is envious of the human way as it is more psychologically  effective  to face and purge emotions.  But his making love with T'Pol just after starting to truly restart the suspended grieving process seems a bit premature.  We haven't even gotten through the scene where he finishes the letter he has to write about the woman engineer who died.  Writing that, then putting his hand on Lizzie's photo and saying good-bye to her - to me is the heart of his beginning to heal.  That was an important moment for me, perhaps the most important moment of the entire series, since I use that as my avatar. I don't think he would be making love to T'Pol between revealing to her that he couldn’t write that letter because all he could think about was his sister, and actually completing the letter and saying good-bye.   Other than that, I love this powerful missing scene.

Distracted

Wow.  Just...wow.

And it wasn't even NC-17.  :D

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