By Asso

Rating: PG-13

Genres: romance

Keywords: sickbay

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At last I wanted to do it. I wrote a "fiction", a small, small, small "fiction". I have been capable? I know very little the English language... And how it is this "fiction"? Beautiful? Bad? Mediocre? Ingenuous? Intelligent? Stupid? ... I do not know it. But, please, be kind and, if you think that it is better if I am only a reader, you should say it.
Genre: Romance, sweet … very, very sweet.
Summary: Penelope was weaving the cloth, but not only...
Spoilers: All and nothing. Much suggestions stolen here and there.
Disclaimer: Star Trek: Enterprise is owned by Paramount, not me. No infringement intended, no profit made

Note. The words in italic between *___* represent the thoughts.



The noises and shouts are ended.

I continue to embrace protectively my newborn babies and to little by little they calm down.

Slowly, I lift the head and listen, scared of what I could hear.

A noise, beyond the door.

I stop the breath.

I feel the fear.

Someone opens the door.

Phlox appears and stand in the opening.

He is filthy and torn, but he smiles, with difficulty and relief at the same time. I can see that, I can feel that.

He come near to the bed where I be, enfolding the twins in my arms, with maternal care. With maternal love.

He places his left hand on my arm and then with the right he delicately strokes the head of both the small children, who now are sleeping, at last.

"It is ended” Phlox says. “The death not does threaten us more”. His voice become lower and more sweet. “The death and the blind hate of the men not does threaten more you, nor the children.”

I close the eyes, without to speak.

“Yes, It is all ended “. Commander Reed (*No, Malcolm, Malcolm my friend*) is appeared in the opening of the door. “No one of those worms is surviving, Human or Vulcan, Terra Prime operative or Terra Prime … friend. The information arrived just in time. HE sent the information just in time. And the Admiral sent us here, in your home, to protect your children and you, just in time”.

“We arrived before the Vulcan ship” he adds with a slight smile.

He does some steps forward.

We stare one another.

He appear very weary and bleeds from a bad wound on the forehead.

Again, I close the eyes, without to speak.

Suddenly, Malcolm’s communicator start beeping. He speak into it. “Reed here”.

“HE will be arriving within ten minutes.” Hoshi’s familiar voice says.

“On my way.” Malcolm end the transmission.

I am listening to that exchange of words, I open the eyes and look at him, intensely, hopefully.

“HE succeeded to take the control of that Romulan drone-ship, which disembarked here those damned Terra Prime operatives” Malcolm says. “I do not know how hell HE have done it. And from where hell HE have done it. But HE did it and so HE allowed our ship and the Vulcan ship sent from T’Pau are not hit from the fire of the drone”.

“It is difficult to think that a dead man can do this kind of things” The words of Phlox are sweet to my ears, but those words also provoke in me an anxiety that gives almost pain. And I am tired to hide my emotions. I cannot do it now. Surely not now.

“A choice was necessary, I believe”. Malcolm looks at me. “HE could have chosen to continue to conceal, or HE could have chosen...”

*…to protect me*. I lay down the head on the cushion, breathing deeply. *Again, he protected me. And protected the children. Distant, injured, I know it. And yet he protected me. He always will protect me… He always will protect us.*

Malcolm shyly lifts a hand, as he is greeting me. “It is better that I go. You and the twins should rest”. He turn and leave.

I look at Phlox. He smiles, with his immense smile. “I follow Commander Reed, it is better. Really you all should rest, and then I would not want to be of too much”.

I grasp and squeeze his hand. I know my eyes are moist.

He was beside me for all this time. He assisted me in my solitude and in my … fear. He made the birth of my children . He always gave me the hope.

Phlox still smiles, a little uncomfortably. He returns my grip and then goes out from the room, closing the door.

Again, I lay down the head on the cushion. I look at my children, who are sleeping, finally peaceful. And I await.



A noise of steps, in the hall.

I stare at the door. I see the handle is moved. The door is opened and … I can see him.

He slowly move forward, dragging an injured leg and looking at me. He stops his laborious walk near bed.

A black scarf tied behind the nape covers his hair, a black blindfold on his left eye, like a pirate. But he is not a pirate and I do not dare to think… why he wear those things.

He approach to bed, his blue eye, his sole eye, gazing on the children he never saw.

I know what he is staring at.

* “Those beautiful pointed ears…”*. These words are ringing in my mind. They are the words that he sweetly whispered in my ears in our moments of intimacy, his teeth teasing the points, his tongue softly stroking the lobes, while my heart melted, my eyes closing, the pleasure shouting through me.

He reach out, but suddenly he puts down the hand along the hip. I observe that hand, … a crippled hand. I feel a lump in my throat.

I lift my head and I grasp that hand.

I approach his hand at my lips and I kiss his tortured fingers. That hand will not be more able to be used in the job that he loves, but always that hand will know how to stroke me, always that hand will be capable of to arouse in me shudders of delight and of pleasure.

And I will know how to give solace him.

While I continue to squeeze his hand, I look at him and he too looks at me, with … his eye, which shines and sparkles.

Suddenly the little girl give a sound, she opens the eyes and sees her father. She stare at him and then she smiles. Peaceful, she close the eyes. It is like if she understood that now anything can happen neither to her, nor to brother, nor to me.

And next to her, the brother get a move and, without to open the eyes, he smiles.

I gaze my bond-mate, my husband. He open his lips and sweetly whisper my name. Slowly, he kneels, while I sit in the bed, huddling the legs. Our faces are very close and we look one another, almost incredulous of the moment.

With a sudden motion, I am embracing him and he returns my hug, enfolding me with his arms . I hide my face in his chest and finally I feel tears of joy, yes… of joy, on my cheeks.

Finally words go out from my mouth “T’hai’la, ashal-veh, ashayam,… my beloved…”. I lift my head, looking at him in ecstasy. He's back. His long lonely journey, my long anxious wait are ended.

Then, I snuggle my head into his neck and, while my lips caress his skin, I murmur “My love, my love, my love! … MY TRIP!!!

The End (or the Beginning?)


Rainy Kate

Good job ;) Love it xD

BTW: I understand you xD I 've got the same problem with english xD


At last I comment! Ohhh... the atmosphere... Ohhh... the tenderness... Ohhh... the sensuality... Ohhh... the love... Ohhh... [i]Good[/i] job. I love it! :D
Rigil Kent
Add my voice to those who are impressed that you are able to weave such effective emotions into a language that isn't native to you. I have problems writing in English (although that should be American English, or just Amerish, I guess)! Very cool!:D
Very impressive and poetic. I agree about the beta, though. Well done.
I really love your story - very sweet! Like the others, I was able to follow the story and feel the emotion without any trouble at all! And, like the others, I always reccomend a Beta - it's a good idea for any writer. This story is a great, original idea - please keep writing!
Yes, you are very brave to write fiction in a language which is not your native language! I have tried, both in Spanish and Ojibwe, with results not as good as yours. My best effort was half a page about my pet rabbit, LOL. Your story is clearly understandable, the emotions, the pacing of the interaction, are good. I don't mind the grammar being a bit off, heck, my grammer is not perfect even in my own native language, LOL. And the feel of the story, it has a poetic touch, probably from the though patterns of your native language. I like that! I don't mind if you get the grammar fixed or not. In fact, I like the story just the way it is! :D
I salute you for writing a story in a second language. You are far braver than I am. I hope you'll keep writing. I think you've hit on a very interesting subject -- reuniting Trip with his family after his undercover work in the Romulan Empire. Well done!
:D Asso well doneyour story was well done for and a difficult thing to do when writting in english when someone speaks a different language. I\'m glad you wrote a continuation from The Good That Men Do I really liked it. keep writting.
Beta! ARGGHH!!
My very favorite author on this site is a non-native English speaker. I totally applaud all those who step out and write in their second or third language. However, given how easy it is to fix the grammar in something like this, it is a shame no one had a chance to do so. I haven't been very forthcoming with bata services lately, but for something short and easy like this, please PM me. I also invite other nonnative English speakers to send me their stuff. I actually do this for work and it's no big deal. Also, I'm a little confused about what universe this is. Is this something related to the The Good That Men Do and the Last Full Measure? (I didn't read the Last Full Measure).
Ditto for what BnB said. Congrats on your first posted story. Nice plot. With a little help on your grammar and structure, thi story could only get better. And yeah, keep writing.:)
OKay. Here goes. First. Kudos to you. Congratulations and high praise for having the courage to make the leap into writing. What you have done by posting your first fic is a major step forward. We are all proud of you. Well done! :D Second. By posting in a different language, you have done something that I would not have had the guts to do. I am impressed by your courage. Your are braver than I am. Having said that, you need something. You need the same thing that the rest of us need. Especially when we start out. You need an editor. What we call a Beta. You need someone to read your fics for you and correct grammar errors, and perhaps help you with English sentence structure. You have written a good short story. It is clear enough what the story is about. I followed the story well. Trip decided to break cover in order to protect T'Pol and his children. Phlox and Malcolm helped him. This is a very good plot idea. I like it. It is also refreshing to see someone take something from The Good That Men Do and carry it forward. Again, well done. Find a Beta Reader. All you need now is practice. AND KEEP WRITING! :D :p :D :p :D :p :D

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