I’ll Go First

By Elessar

Rating: G

Genres: episode rewrites romance


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By John O.

Rating: G
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek characters/names/fans’ souls/etc. I call shenanigans.
Genre: Redux/Romance/ficlet/episode addition

A/N: What could have been different if Trip had told T’Pol what HE felt about the night they shared together, the morning after "Harbinger" instead of letting her go first? I’m still working on an update for my story, "A Twist of Fate." This standalone just came to me as I was watching Boushh’s new video A Message so I decided to write it tonight. Scroll down the thread to her post and check it out; it’s amazing.

Season 3

The Morning After

Trip watched her pensively grip the cup to her lips and swallow a tiny drought of tea. He chewed his lip with equal nervousness as the tension mounted between them.

“About last night, ahm, I think…” he stopped as T’Pol matter-of-factly gripped her teacup in both hands. He froze up, suddenly unable to form the words that were bottling up at the back of his throat, begging to get out there into the air and be heard before it was too late, before he lost his nerve… But that clinically detached eye of Vulchritude she shot him simply deflated him like a balloon, reducing the heart felt confession he was dying to make into a stutter.

“Ahm, ya know on second thought, maybe you should go first,” he nervously tapped at the air, pointing at her. She nodded slightly and moved to set her tea down.

“I suppose I…”

”No, no, wait, I’m-I’m gonna go first,” he stammered. Something had captured him at the last moment, seizing control of his fear.

“Listen,” he leaned forward. She reciprocated, forgetting her tea. The clinical detachment had faded when he surprisingly interrupted her.

“I don’t know any Vulcan way to say this so I’m just gonna’ say it the way-the way I know how,” he rubbed his chin nervously. T’Pol blinked, barely able to nod through the apprehension she felt building inside her. The unspoken feelings between them had plagued her meditation states and dreams for months now and she suspected he reciprocated her feelings but would not dare to explore them. After all, she had clearly observed during her experience with humans that human males’ were quite transient in their affections compared to a Vulcan mate. Commander Tucker had himself shared at least some kind of suspect relations with a handful of women they had encountered on their missions, and deep down she feared their own tryst was no different.

“I really liked what happened, and-and I don’t just mean ‘cause it was sex,” he whispered. The proper southern boy in him turned his cheeks a few shades pinker.

“This--this is much more serious, the way I feel about you,” he told her. T’Pol froze, unable to respond as the memory of a forbidden kiss with Sim became as clear as day. She blinked when she realized Trip was staring at her still, waiting.

“Well, I guess it was stupid to think y-“

”No,” she interrupted him suddenly. “It is illogical to deny that I have… that I…”

”Had feelings for me too?” he asked, a boyish smile crossing his lips.

“Yes. But you should know that the Expanse has had a deleterious effect on my ability to control my emotions,” she told him just above a whisper. It was a partial truth, though she did not dare confess her abuse of the Trellium that allowed her to access such emotions.

“So, if, and when we get back, you’re sayin’ you might just feel nothin’?” he asked. She nodded silently.

“I don’t believe that,” he told her flatly, sitting back defiantly. “I think you do feel somethin’, and I wanna’ be a part of it,” he told her, leaning forward.

“Cause the way I feel isn’t gonna’ change if we get out of the Expanse,” he told her bluntly, emboldened by the moment. He awaited a response with hopeful eyes but she merely rested hers emptily on the table, dissecting the logical arguments within as they swirled about in fiery contest with her feelings for him. After a long silence, he let out a sigh and sat back.

“Hell, it i'n’t ever gonna’ change,” he muttered in a drawl under his breath, meant only for himself but forgetting his colleague’s perceptive hearing. She looked up in surprise, her eyes widening with golden brown at their core, boring deep into his as if she could divine some truth in his words by looking hard enough.

“I do not believe the way I feel will ever change, either,” she said shakily. He looked up in stunned surprise and smiled. Ripped out of what must have seemed like an endless grin in T’Pol’s direction, he jumped as a passing crewmember bumped his chair. He looked around nervously, suddenly realizing the public venue.

“Listen, I’m off after 1700 hours, the Cap’n ordered me to get some shut-eye after I dropped a wrench on his foot,” he laughed.

“How ‘bout a neuropressure session tonight, and maybe afterward we can talk?” he asked, uneasily.

“That would be agreeable. My shift ends at 1900,” she replied.

“Great! All right, well I’ll see you on the bridge,” he nodded, standing. She remained seated, finishing her tea. He stepped away, but turned an eye on the Mess Hall and realized it was in fact nearly empty, save the one crewman that bumped him, near the opposite end. The relative isolation gave him another bold idea.

“Hey, T’Pol,” he returned to the table.

“Maybe some night I can make dinner for ya. I bet I could manage to muscle chef out of a hot plate or two, rustle somethin’ up in mah quarters,” he offered. She looked intrigued at the suggestion and opened her mouth.

“No meat, I promise,” he assured her.

“Very well, that is an intriguing offer. Perhaps we can discuss Vulcan and Human menu choices?”

“I ‘spose that’s only fair,” he grinned. “See you later,” he turned, desperately trying to wipe the grin from his face. T’Pol quickly raised her cup to her lips, hiding a similar dilemma.





I take my hat off to you for attempting such a difficult story.  It's hard enough to write convincingly about Trip and T'Pol without trying to handle a second set of characters which have to be the same yet different -- and then have both sets interact with each other.  Wow!  I also like the fact that the two sets of characters are learning more about each other from their counterparts.  I look forward to reading more of your story.  


Thanks Asso.  Glad someone else besides me is enjoying this story.  It makes some shifts in tone later but so does  a real life.  Hope you enjoy the story this morphed in to.  A cherry picking of 4th season episodes in an AU universe being reworked to make some kind of sense with a TnT growing and learning together.


ABSOLUTELY AWESOME! under every respect!:D

And this line...

"I obviously don't need the rule as I kissed you without it."

"You really are wicked you know that. Where's this T'Pol been hiding all this time?"

"This T'Pol did not exist until she met a certain southern gentleman."

"The handsome prince woke up sleeping beauty. I think I like that."

"This sleeping beauty is another of your Earth fairy tales?"

"Yeah. One all the little girls get all mushy over. Usually makes little boys ill with all the romance and kissing."

"So little boys on Earth don't like kissing."

"No way. Fortunately we grow up and discover that girls can be fun and aren't so bad after all.



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