Postby WarpGirl » Wed Jul 01, 2009 4:31 pm
YIPPEEEEEEEE! I forgot the date. Burn... So many possibilities, I must think... OK I've got it, since BnB and Elessar both have continually suggested a Trip and Tolaris, meet up fic and yet have NOT done anything about it I WILL! I don't claim to be able to beat these guys at "killer instinct" and sheer darkness, but I have to do something... Words in bold italics, are Vulcan. Green is Tolaris and T'Pol's POV's blue is Trip's.
The room was small, dark, and frigid. A slender, fragile, young woman was hudled in a corner trying desperately to rest before he returned. Despite the cold of her surroundings, the young woman was numb to every sensation, almost empty. That was how she felt, completely devoid of any life. T'Pol might have been breathing, but she was merely existing. He had ripped life away from her. If she had been human, she would have broken out into hysterical laughter. After all the laws of logic, and probability had all but been defied by this situation. She had never imagined even in her wildest dreams (which she wasn't supposed to experience anyway) that she would EVER see him again. Ironically, he had been the one to give her dreams. They were a gift that she would always regret taking. Now he had given her even worse gifts. Gifts that appauled her with their cruelity. He trapped her, held her hostage in a place where time and location had no meaning. He had stolen her from her husband, and worst of all, he had destroyed their bond. When she lost Charles, she knew that she was done for. There was no way for her to survive this. She hoped that his torture had not harmed her beloved, but unfortunately she had little hope. Now she merely sat like a cowering shelat pup with nothing to do but to wait for him to come and unleash yet more horror on her.
Tolaris' footsteps pounded on the hard floor and his heavy breathing filled the air. His blood raced with rage, with lust, and with confusion. Why would she not break? From the moment he had laid his eyes on her he hungered to break her. Her beauty, her control so tenuous, so fragile, gnawed at him. Underneath her coolness was a raging inferno of passions, desires, and torments. He hungered to immerse himself in them, as they called to his blood. Not the sickly weak blood of the fool that was his mother. But his true blood, the uncontroled passion, and supremacy of his father's blood.
His father had been one of his people's proudest secret warriors. He had taken a Vulcan woman, in order to have a child with their telepatic gifts. Then he had his son's gifts trained by the most powerful of Vulcan priests ensuring that he would harness their true power. All of the time teaching his son that his supremacy was his right to conqueror any and all those who were weak. When his mother had outlived her usefulness, his father killed her quickly and by his own hand in order to show his son that he could not be made weak by his bond with her. He took those lessons and the pain and let it flow through him feeding his strength. V'Las had been cunning beyond any warrior Romulas had ever produced. He had become intrenched into the very essence of Vulcan life, above any and all suspicion until the vapid, worthless humans and she had destroyed it all. When he had returned to his homeworld the punishment for this had been quick and without mercy.
Just one more reason this maddening woman haunted Tolaris every instant of every day. It had been an amazing coincedence even meeting her again. Even with the war soon to be out in the open, the odds of him ever meeting Enterprise or any of her crew had been astronomical. He couldn't have forseen that a supply run to a rundown space station would present this wonderful oppertunity. He had long abandonded the V'tosh Ka'tur whom he found to be completely without integrity and even worse than those simpering true followers of Surak. Why his father insisted on him joining them he still couldn't comprehend. So he had found work with a Vulcan cargo service, using the knowledge he gained to help Romulas prepare the inevitable invasion of this weak and pathetic quadrent. When his ship stopped off at the station he merely expected to work, and secretly partake of the women who offered themselves for any price he was willing to pay. But when he saw her his plans changed.
Now was his chance! He could finally finish what he started years ago. With the added benifit of obtaining the secrets of both Earth and Vulcan for his people. Grabbing her had been sickeningly easy. She had spent her time with a human woman he vaguely remembered as the Communication's Officer. They had been looking in the shops as women do, amusing themselves, thinking that no harm could come to them. He trailed them for hours, finally making his move after drugging her drink in a cafe while the human woman was in the rest room. He had noticed that she had changed dramatically in the few short years. She was confident now, contentded in a way he rarely saw in any being. Her demenor was relaxed, gone was the rigidity of a proper officer of the VHC. She was truly serene, and truly and fully in control of herself. The knowlege incited his rage into a blaze he had never known before and he reveled in it. He vowed he would destroy her peace, he would rip every last vestige of cotrol from her mind, body, and katra. He would destroy everything that made her who she was. When she was broken and helpless, he would consumed her hidden passions and emotions. Before finally taking every pleasure her beautiful body had to offer. When he was through and she was pleading for the mercy of death, he would end her life as his father had ended his mother's. Watching the light slowly dim from her eyes.
However, his patience was wearing thin. It had been a week since taking her and he was nowhere near close to obtaining any of his objectives. Even after breaking her bond, she still held strong. That didn't truly surprise him. She was a powerful telepath, even years before he had known of her strength even untrained. After all, what can you expect from a true Daughter of Surak? What did shock him was that she had willingly bonded with a human. HUMANS! The only spieces in this filthy quadrent more abhorrent than her own. To add to his fury he discovered that it wasn't that fool of a Captain she had given herself too, but that insignificant Chief Engineer. He would never understand the Vulcan aversion to power, it disgusted him. Somehow as weak and pathetic as she had become in the last week, she still remained whole. Time was running out, he had to finish quickly. He knew the humans would not rest until they found her, and his ship didn't leave the station for another three days.
A loud THWACK cracked through the deserted gymnasium aboard Enterprise as Trip's powerful fist made contact with the punching bag. He was desperately trying to find a way to control the rage coursing through his veins. He imagined every powerful blow he landed to be landing on the body of his wife's captor. Tolaris! Of all the people Trip thought could cross paths with them twice in the vastness of the galaxy, that monster was one he had preyed would disappear into the darkness. A grim smile formed on his face, Tolaris thought he had broken their bond. T'Pol even believed it, but Trip knew better. He saw everything when he slept, or meditated. He saw Tolaris rape his wife's mind over and over again, as he tried to use her for his own sick impulses and dig out information for the Romulans. He was accutely aware of that monster's plans. But he also knew Tolaris had made a fatal mistake, he underestimated his humanity, and he underestimated the power of the Tel. The problem was that even though he knew the culprit, and even though he knew the ordeal his wife was enduring, he had NO idea where she was. Even as Tolaris raped her mind he hid their location from her. Enterprise, and Malcolm and Hoshi in particular were frantically scanning the station and leading search parties in order to find T'Pol. Even the Vulcan cargo ship that had brought Tolaris back into their lives, diligently aided in trying to find and apprehend the madman. For now, Jon was trying to keep him away from the action. But soon, things would come to a head, and Jon would have no choice but to unleash him. And when that happened Tolaris would beg for mercy and find none at his hand. He would feel the all consuming burn of righteous rage, and crumble in it's power.
This was supposed to be longer with actual dialog. But I like this better. Hope it feeds your hunger Aquarius. For the rest of you I'm no BnB or Elessar normally my angst has a sunny side so I don't know if it's quality. But I think it's pretty good. Let me know, experiments need results.
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Don't know what to tell ya. Just attaching a note to explain where my head was at when I wrote my ficlet. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.