Enterprise: The Rediscovered Logs
Copyright© 2016 by The Slim Rhino
Chapter 17: Life As A Parent
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 17: Life As A Parent - An attempt at a complete rewrite of the TV series that was cut way too short due to its bad writing. One of my newer Startrek works.
Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fan Fiction Humor Science Fiction Space Aliens First Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Petting Exhibitionism Workplace Nudism War
It didn't happen too often, but Hoshi was lost for words. She wondered if it had been that clever a decision to offer counseling to the ship's chief engineer. Not that she didn't think she was up to the task – people had always said she was a good listener. But there was little doubt that the last few days had been everything but easy for the man, and she wasn't quite sure that she could keep up the necessary emotional detachment.
Seeing the normally so cheery commander close to tears was not an experience she particularly cared for, but she willed herself to remain strong despite the fact that her heart ached at seeing him this distressed. There was some big issue hidden there, and she was convinced she knew what it was – the aftermath of a massive bout of denial and misplaced guilt-by-proxy.
"You saw them when they were brought on board, didn't you?" she asked, and immediately knew she had hit the bulls-eye when he buried his face in his palms. His body was rocked by heavy sobs that threatened to make her cry as well.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. This would hurt him, but he needed to work through it.
"Trip, I'm the comms officer. I know the captain was talking to Admiral Forest, T'Pol was on the away team – you were at the airlock."
"For fuck's sake, yes I was!" he cried out amid sobs.
"Those dresses they had been put into, if you can call them that ... They were practically naked. It's not too hard to tell if a woman is grown up or not when she's not wearing much. You knew immediately that she's still a child."
A tear ran down her face; Trip was practically inconsolable by now. She hated twisting the proverbial knife, but somehow she had to force him to get past this stupid self-flagellation.
"You had it worked out right away," she stated the obvious. "You knew why she was put in that dress and now you blame yourself, because the first thing she encountered aboard was another human male seeing her like that."
He only nodded wordlessly, still crying.
"What did you do?"
"Blanket," Trip said, visibly trying to compose himself. "Threw it over her. T'Pol asked me to bring one for both of them."
Counseling be hanged. This wasn't what he needed right now. Instead, Hoshi gathered him in her arms, gripping hard as he tried to resist.
"Trip you did nothing wrong. It doesn't need Dr. Freud to see that T'Lara thinks the world of you. Why are you torturing yourself?"
There was no immediate answer as he continued crying, although thankfully not as hard as before. She felt the moisture of his tears on the shoulder of her uniform. He would probably have succeeded in composing himself had he not been influenced by being hugged, but she thought it was better if he had a good weep right now. She knew him well enough to suspect that he had most likely suppressed the urge often enough by now.
"Have you any idea how weird it is with the little thing clingin' to me every night?" he asked weakly. "How goddamn wrong it feels?"
"Why?"
"Because I'm male and human!" he spat, and removed himself from her embrace. "It was human men who did that to her!"
She shook her head slightly. "Trip, you are the human male who got that diabolical device out of her neck. You are not the same as those people who abused her. She doesn't even acknowledge them as humans. She calls them 'Sehlats without fur.'"
He looked blankly at her. Obviously T'Pol hadn't gotten around to explaining Vulcan wildlife to him yet.
"Sehlats are predatory animals on Vulcan. A bit like their equivalent of the big bad wolf. You aren't the only one who's been reading good night stories to her. For her they were animals, not humans."
"You've visited her, too?"
"'Course I did," Hoshi said. "Ambassador Soval dropped by and asked me to take care of her schooling."
For the first time something resembling a smile returned to his face, although on his tear-stained features it looked more like a grimace. She stood up and went to the bathroom to fetch a wet cloth.
"I'll take care of teaching her Maths and English. T'Pol will do the scientific subjects," she explained as she started to dab at his face to make him a little more presentable. "And you'll have to plan a few take-your-daughter-to-work days. Your adopted daughter is quite interested in things that can be taken apart and re-assembled, as my poor UT prototype will gladly confirm."
"Had a few parts left when done..." he said with another half-smile.
"Many," Hoshi confirmed with a chuckle as she sat back to examine her work. He looked almost normal again if one ignored the reddened eyes. Still, even that might too easily be noticed, and provide gossip – something best avoided.
"I'm not letting you go back like that. Come on, we grab something to eat in the mess hall until your eyes look half-way normal again."
The wisdom of creating footwear in a fashion that made it look like the heads of Earth lagomorphs eluded her understanding, even more so since she doubted that Oryctolagus cuniculus existed in a bright pink-colored variant.
The gift from Lieutenant Hess and her mate, ensign McIlway, was obviously much appreciated by T'Lara though, who had insisted on wearing the creation that Trip's second in command had called 'fluffy bunny shoes'.
Her working theory was that the synthetic fur helped to keep the child's feet warm in the quarters' air whose temperature was not entirely ideal, thus explaining the instant attachment the child had developed to the gift.
Although Trip had manipulated the environmental controls to provide higher temperatures than the default setting for human quarters allowed, raising it to full Vulcan comfort level would cause Trip to perspire heavily and constantly – with all the olfactory inconveniences this would cause.
The Vulcan-Human temperature conflict was not helped by the fact that Trip refused categorically to take off his shirt or any other piece of clothing in the child's presence, even if this was needed to offset higher temperatures. He was afraid that it would cause painful memories of her ordeal. Whenever he had to change clothing, he did so in the bathroom only, and he also refused to be present when T'Lara changed into her night clothing; any such activity would be solely her responsibility and also happen in the bathroom. She could see that this would eventually present problems.
The subject of her thoughts returned to their quarters just then, pushing a cart with various dishes for the evening meal. Although they had planned to start eating in the mess hall at some point soon, they had decided it was too early yet to introduce T'Lara to so many unknown humans. Especially the effect of so many males on the young one's composure was worrying them.
T'Lara walked up to the arriving Engineer and held out her arms in a wordless request to be embraced. Of course the most conspicuous addition to her attire did not escape his attention. This would hardly have been possible anyway, since they were proudly displayed for his admiration.
"I'd guess those were not exactly your idea?" he asked T'Pol with a smile while he held the child gently in his arms.
"No, her ... shoes are a gift from Lieutenant Hess and her mate. We have, in fact, been presented with several offerings from the crew – mainly concentrating on clothing that seems to have comfort as its main purpose. Others have donated educational material, including heavily illustrated books about herbal and animal life on Earth."
"I shall show you," the young one offered and grabbed his hand, but T'Pol was having none of that.
"You shall first eat," she decreed. She sent Trip a questioning look, seeing that the cart contained only food she would have selected herself, and none that catered for his taste in nourishment.
"I already had dinner with Hoshi, she insisted," he said apologetically, but such gesture was unnecessary. It did not take much of her telepathic ability to sense that a sizable portion of his more negative emotions had been purged, courtesy of the young linguist's counseling. She made a mental note to express her gratitude to Ensign Sato.
His presence at the table was still required though. T'Lara was fairly tall for a child of her age, so she could have easily reached the food on the surface, but she insisted on sitting in his lap. It would not be an easy task to wean her off this habit.
Although it was quite common for children below the age of twenty-five to require occasional physical contact with their parents, T'Lara's need for comfort was far exceeding the norm, even more so since they were not her immediate biological progenitors. By the age of sixteen Vulcan children were expected to be well accustomed to sleeping in their own rooms instead of the bed of either parent – and T'Lara was approaching nineteen years of age. Certainly by Human standards, her sharing sleeping quarters with an adult male was highly irregular, if not reprehensible as her outward appearance was – by human standards – that of a child approaching puberty. If that 'arrangement' became public knowledge it would be regarded as nothing short of scandalous. Regardless of the fact that Trip considered her a child and treated her as one, as was true by Vulcan development standards, few outsiders would believe that he was guiltless of some kind of misdemeanor. Her worries grew, but she was accustomed enough to his thought process that Charles was definitely suppressing a large uneasiness.
Of course the unique circumstances of her ordeal required the granting of certain liberties in that regard, but the fact remained that the child was one of the few remaining direct descendants of Surak. A 'humanization' of her would be a grave misinterpretation of their responsibilities. It would not be easy to comply with the necessity to give the child a proper upbringing without giving the wrong impression to Trip that he was an unfavorable influence.
Trip tore into his steak feeling refreshed. For the first time since they had taken her in, T'Lara had slept through the entire night. Granted, she had still been clinging to him like a baby monkey, but at least she had made it through the night without any nightmares that would make her wake up screaming.
T'Pol had made an effort to avoid stating the obvious, but he knew very well that part of this success was that he was much more composed himself after talking to Hoshi. As a Vulcan, the child was touch-telepathic and had probably picked up on the fact that his state of mind was less tumultuous than it had been previously.
He wouldn't have needed to look up to recognize the familiar footsteps of T'Pol approaching his table if it wasn't for the fact that he could hear that she wasn't alone. Looking up, he saw that the object of his love was accompanied by Pat McIlway, Anna's introverted better half. That had to be a first. He'd never seen Pat in the company of anyone but Anna, and even that had only become obvious after his XO had told him about their relationship.
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