Rating: G
Genres: angst romance
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Rating: G
Genre: What do you think? Do you think this Fic might be a Romance? Well! You’re right! This is Romance, suffused with angst. Soft angst. And (this is a sentence of my dear friend Linda) it’s a poem - a prose poem.
Summary: Sometimes, something horrible, dreadfully baneful is necessary, in order that awareness becomes a real awareness.
Spoilers: Observer Effect. I won’t say anything more.
Disclaimer: Star Trek: Enterprise is owned by Paramount, not me. (DAMN! Repeatedly and endlessly DAMN!) No infringement intended, no profit made.
AND…
A great, great, great thank to Linda, who – once again - wanted to help me.
Awareness.
I’m Vulcan.
I’m strong.
Cold.
Logical.
So, I know that life ends... no matter how.
Death is the logical end of life.
Nothing remarkable.
Nothing remarkable, like… what happened between us.
Reciprocal attraction between sexes is among the logical things of the life.
Nothing remarkable.
I… was attracted to him.
Maybe… I loved him. Human mood is… contagious, and I lived with humans for quite a long time.
Maybe too long a time.
But I’m Vulcan.
I regained my path.
Logic leads my road again.
So, I don’t feel anything.
I… don’t feel… anything…
… while he… while he…
Anything!
I can control my emotions.
Death and life are the two faces of the same medal, how humans… how he… would say it.
Nothing remarkable.
Nothing remarkable!
He… was an episode.
Nothing else.
An episode of my life.
Of my long… lonely… life…
Things won’t change… things will be the same… if he no longer is there…
If… if I will no longer see him…
If I no longer will feel his scent… his presence…
The warm awareness of his existence...
The… consoling consciousness of his enduring…
… abiding…
… imperishable…
…love.
LOVE!
It’s a word!
Nothing else!
The ephemeral sigh of a challenging walk, through the difficult path of the life.
Duty and logic are the true path!
The Vulcan path!
And I’m Vulcan.
Duty and logic are MY path.
Not love!
Not… the sweetness of the… love… he gave me.
Not the warmth of his embrace.
The wonderfulness of his kisses.
The… potency… of his… hands…
… of his body…
Of his heart.
Of his soul!
I’m… I’m Vulcan.
I’m strong.
Cold.
Logical.
My life will go on quietly and placidly even if he doesn’t wake up, if he doesn’t regain his… his…
…his…
What’s love?
Nothing!
A lump in the life!
A… heartbreaking lump…
Like…
…like the lump… that clenches… my throat…
Like the thoughts which are buried down…
Inside me.
Thoughts… and… words…
…which claim to be free…
“Captain…”
…uncontainable…
“…if Commander Tucker…”
… out from my lips.
“…becomes conscious…”
OUT FROM MY KATRA!
…………….
…………….
…………….
I’m Vulcan.
I’m strong.
Cold.
Logical.
I’m a Vulcan woman…
……
… I’m… a Vulcan woman…
…illogically…
…irrationally…
…desperately…
......
…DESPERATELY IN LOVE!
The End
She is understanding.
She’s becoming aware.
This is a very emotional poem that perfectly fits what I thought T'Pol felt during that time. Beautiful rhythm.
T-Pol is coming to grips with what she has found and what she might lose.
she shought she knew Love but now she understands it.
Why didn't I read this before! This is a wonderful poem, Asso of T'Pols struggle. Well done. I really like the change when T'Pol says she is desparately.... in love.