New ENT: Her Strut (T, PG-13, 1/1)
monkee
Author: monkee
Email: wie...@earthlink.net
Series: ENT
Rating: PG-13
Codes: T'Pol, all
Part: 1/1
Date Posted: 6 November 2002
Summary: They do respect her but(t), they love to watch her strut.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Enterprise and all its characters. Bob Seger owns
the song, and now anyone who sees the title of this fanfic will be doomed to
hear it inside their heads for the rest of the day. Bwa-ha-ha.
~*~
They do respect her, but
They love to watch her strut.
~Bob Seger, Her Strut
~*~
The Captain
'Just be aware of it,' Phlox told me, and he's right - it really does help.
Just acknowledging the attraction to myself, and, awkwardly, to her, has
made a big difference. After all, I am her superior officer and it's just
not possible. But that doesn't mean it isn't still damned distracting at
times.
If she were a human woman, I might be able to interpret the mixed signals I
get from her. When we spoke, after the Kreetassin incident, I got the
distinct impression that the attraction was mutual. And there have been
other moments, other looks - I remember the intimacy of kneeling by her bed
to thank her for her support with the Vulcan High Command. Sometimes she
looks at me, and her eyes are so dark, so unfathomable...
But she's not a human woman. She's a Vulcan. Maybe the looks mean nothing.
Maybe she's just perplexed. Hell, maybe she has gas. I don't know. She
probably thinks I'm reckless and inferior. She probably thinks I smell bad.
She would tell me that it's irrelevant. And she would be right. So I'll take
the Doc's advice. I'll be aware of my feelings, but concentrate instead on
forging a friendship and command partnership with her. It's all I can do,
and it's more than enough of a challenge.
~*~
The Engineer
It's been over a year, and I still don't know what to make of her. I've
worked closely with her, at times, to help the Captain, but I've also fought
with her, apologized to her, smeared decon gel all over her, and shared
pecan pie with her. Sometimes, in her own way, I know she's teasing me. Yet
other times, I offend her when she completely misinterprets my jokes.
Still, I think the struggle to get to know her is worth it. 'Fascinate' is a
word I've heard her use frequently, and it's perfect. She fascinates me. I
want to get inside her - no, not that way. Get your mind out of the gutter!
I mean, I really want to know what makes her tick.
Okay, I'll admit that I'm attracted to her. Why wouldn't I be? She's
gorgeous! And that body - it oughta be a crime, on a Vulcan! But those are
random thoughts. There's still way too much we don't know about each other
to seriously consider romance or sex, as tempted as I might be.
Besides, I have a hunch that she'd break my heart, and I've had enough of
that for a while.
~*~
The Armory Officer
I respect her discipline, and her distance. In many ways, she is more my
idea of a captain than Captain Archer is. She is cautious and conservative
with regards to security, and I appreciate that. We are of a kind.
Yet I am afraid to look her in the eye. I know what she would see there -
she would see my hopeless, helpless attraction, and know that I am all too
human.
I dreamed once - well, it was more of a delirious hallucination, I suppose -
that she kissed me and called me 'Stinky.' Ironic, considering she probably
does think I stink. But, the vision felt so real. Every time I see her, it
comes back to me. I remember her dark eyes, her slight smile, the soft
fullness of her lips. So I look down, excuse myself, and hope to hell I'm
not blushing.
I avoid her whenever possible. But when she isn't looking, I still admire
her bum. God, she has a gorgeous bum.
~*~
The Helmsman
I'm a boomer, and I've been around. That's not bravado, it's just a fact.
I've been with three breasted women and green Orion slave girls. Yet I've
never seen anyone as sexy as Subcommander T'Pol. Who would have thought that
a Vulcan could be so sultry? There's just something about her - perhaps it's
the contrast between her icy 'Ensign Mayweather' and the fire I can sense
behind those calculating eyes.
I like to think she's noticed me. We work out together, sometimes, and she's
teaching me some Vulcan martial arts. I know that I'm one of the most
attractive men on the ship - again, not bravado, just a fact. I keep myself
in shape - it's important to me. Still, it's ridiculous to think...I know
she would never allow herself to act on any attraction, or even curiosity,
she might have. So I'll keep my fantasies to myself, but I'd sure like to
find her sweet spot!
Wouldn't she be surprised by my thoughts? She probably doesn't know this
about humans - it's the quiet ones you have to look out for.
~*~
The Linguist
She touched me, once. Touched me in comfort - to calm me, to help me. I felt
energy and peace radiate from her skin - it was one of the most startling
and amazing things I've ever experienced.
I've been yearning for her touch ever since. Sometimes I think I want her,
for she is beautiful and I feel drawn to her. But then I realize that what I
want is her peace, the serenity that seems to surround her. And, of all the
other women on the ship, she is the one I feel the strongest connection to.
I want something richer than the physical - I want her friendship, and her
understanding. I want to understand her, too. She is far away from all that
she is familiar with. Vulcan or no, she must be lonely. I wish she would let
me be her friend.
Mostly, though, I want her to touch me again. I want to feel that stillness,
and learn how to find it within myself.
~*~
The Denobulan
I'm probably the only member of the crew who isn't physically attracted to
her. I find it fascinating, the way they all interact. She walks into the
room, and their behavior changes in the most complex and subtle of ways.
Human interpersonal relationships are interesting enough - throw an
attractive Vulcan female into the mix, and it can be absolutely riveting.
She is my friend. As the only two non-humans onboard - if you don't count
the subservient quadruped, and I don't - we have a unique bond. She has
offered me advice on my dealings with them, and I have tried to get her to
see their potential.
Still, she reminds me a bit of Exoria, my second wife. If my tour of duty on
the Enterprise goes on longer than anticipated, and I am unable to return to
Denobula in time, I wonder if she would be willing to assist me with my next
fire cycle. Of course, I'd be willing to return the favor if she is unable
to postpone her pon farr. After all, we non-humans have to stick together.
So to speak.
~*~
The Subservient Quadruped
She makes my Dad grumpy and tense, and she turns up her nose whenever she
sees me, but I like her anyway. A lot. I always pay special attention to her
when she comes to our quarters with one of those reports for Daddy.
She patted my head once, when he wasn't looking, and ever since, I've
considered her my pal. She walks with the confidence of someone who has
cheese, and her size and shape suggest the softness of someone who is
willing to share. She smells like no one I've ever sniffed. I wonder what
kind of cheese they have where she comes from?
The End.
Ventura33
> They do respect her but(t), they love to watch her strut.
Yes, and that catsuit certainly shows it off . . .
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Nice characterization -- all the voices sounded right, and I especially
enjoyed Hoshi's wistful longing for a touch that could bring peace and
serenity (though after this week's episode, it seems that T'Pol isn't as
peaceful under the surface as she'd like her crewmates to think).
> Still, she reminds me a bit of Exoria, my second wife. If my tour of
> duty on the Enterprise goes on longer than anticipated, and I am
> unable to return to Denobula in time, I wonder if she would be willing
> to assist me with my next fire cycle. Of course, I'd be willing to return
> the favor if she is unable to postpone her pon farr.
Ack! Ack! Ack! Gasp! Choke! Urgggggh!
Well, it'd make quite a contribution to an Enterprise squickfest . . .
-- Meg
Seema
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>Title: Her Strut
>Author: monkee
Bwahaha, monkee! This was terrific...
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Everyone sounded right in character for this one. And Mayweather -
he's certainly confident of his charm, isn't he? <g> *Loved* Phlox's
entry - what a generous individual he is to offer his 'services'
should T'Pol need them <g>. And of course, I loved Porthos'
observations of T'Pol and her effect on his 'dad'. Nice job, monkee.
Truly enjoyed this one.
seema
Unbound: http://seema.org
Djinn
"monkee" <wie...@earthlink.net> wrote in message
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> Title: Her Strut
> Author: monkee
> Email: wie...@earthlink.net
> Series: ENT
> Rating: PG-13
> Codes: T'Pol, all
> Part: 1/1
> Date Posted: 6 November 2002
>
> Summary: They do respect her but(t), they love to watch her strut.
>
>
> Disclaimer: Paramount owns Enterprise and all its characters. Bob Seger
owns
> the song, and now anyone who sees the title of this fanfic will be doomed
to
> hear it inside their heads for the rest of the day. Bwa-ha-ha.
>
ROFL!
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Damn, monkee! This is very funny! But it also had a lot of interesting ideas
all packed into one little place. And you hit the voices dead on, every
single one! (Well, okay, we never hear Porthos, but it's as I imagine he
would speak!) Loved "The Denobulan" and "the Subservient Quadruped" parts
the best, but they were all great! Too fun.
Djinn
Juli17
Loved these, monkee. Mayweather and his ego was interesting. You gave him an
actual personality, which is more than he has on the show! In fact I like it.
Maybe we'll see him in the gym on Enterprise admiring himself in the mirror one
of these days soon! (and of course, we can admire his body at the same time ;-)
Julie