Rating: G
Genres: angst
Keywords: bond
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Rating: G
Summary: She had known from the moment she recognized the bond that it would come to this. My ‘whisper’ fic.
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She knew from the moment she recognized the bond that it would come to this: Trip, standing in her doorway, eyes down. “This isn’t gonna work, is it?” His tone was soft, regretful, and so very human.
She would miss him.
“I have contacted the priestesses of Mount Seleya. It will be a simple procedure to sever the bond.”
“Nothin’s ever simple with us,” he countered. It was a valid point, but she could come up with no reply. “You know what gets me? It’s not because I’m human an’ you’re Vulcan.”
His theory came as a surprise. “To what do you attribute our incompatibility, then?”
Trip, as emotional as humans came, spoke in such a sad voice that T’Pol herself was moved, though she would never admit it. “You always have to be in control.”
It was to be expected that he blamed her. It was her biology which created the bond, her seduction of him which was the catalyst. His interpretation, however, showed how little he knew her. “To be Vulcan is to be in control.”
“Of yourself, yeah. But of us? Relationships don’t work like that. One person can’t be in control.” He looked up at last, and the sorrow in his eyes nearly undid her. “Or is that how you do it on Vulcan?”
“No,” she said after a moment, the single whispered word conveying more of T’Pol’s distaste for herself than she meant for Trip to realize.
“I’ll see you on duty.” That was it, then. They would perform their duties, they would have the bond severed in a week once they reached Vulcan, and their relationship would be strictly professional thereafter.
She nodded, and the door closed behind him as Trip Tucker walked away.
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