Soul stroking
Title: Soul stroking
Author: Beverly
Author's
Contact: [email protected]
Archive:
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Rating:
G
Status:
complete
Pairing:
T'P/S
Warnings:
cuddlefic, very sappy
Spoilers:
none
Disclaimer:
Nothing mine...all paramount...the usual...blah blah woof woof
Beta:
None. All mistakes are mine.
Summary:
Hoshi's really bad day.
Author's
Notes: I couldn't sleep last night and this little fic was running through my
mind. I had to write it down...I had no choice...sorry.
Feedback:
Pleeeeeeeaaaase...I'm new to T'Pol and Hoshi. So please let me know if you like
it.
Soul
stroking
When
Ensign Hoshi Sato finally entered her quarters all she wanted to do was to
crawl beneath her sheets, pull the blanket up over her head, and forget the
whole day.
It
had been awful, from the beginning to the end.
The
morning had been pretty quiet. Too quiet, as she assumed now, looking back.
While
she was still enjoying her breakfast, the captain had ordered her to the
bridge. An alien vessel had approached in front of them, trying to communicate
with them, and the UT couldn’t translate a single word.
The
second she arrived on the bridge, her day seemed to turn upside down.
The
aliens were communicating with hard, clicking noises. It took Hoshi several
hours to identify at least some easy phrases, so she could ask for a little
more patience, until she was able to program the UT.
Thankfully
the aliens, who called themselves the Felarai, were peaceful people, who were
willing to accept the delay.
It
was way past lunchtime when she finally was able to hit the right button, and
the captain could talk to their guests on the big viewscreen.
The
chat was easy, peaceful, and Hoshi could lean back, simply listening. Suddenly
her stomach growled for all to hear. She blushed furiously for it reminded her
in a very insistent way, that breakfast had been long ago.
Captain
Archer looked at her, grinning, and dismissed her with a wave of his hand, so
she could go and eat something.
On
her way to the mess, she had the bad luck to cross the way of Lt. Reed, who
reminded her in his usual friendly manner, that her security training was more
than due.
She
tried in vain to talk herself out of this duty, but he was adamant. So she had
to agree to a one-on-one training that evening after her shift was over. They
would meet with Lt. Reed in the gym at 1830 hours.
Arriving
in the mess she was the only one there. Grabbing a plate of her favorite pasta,
she sat down on one table, trying to relax a bit, fighting with the beginning
of a headache. The translation had been very hard for her.
The
rest of the shift went by with little to complain about. But the training with
Malcolm wasn’t going too well. She was absentminded, her headache had become
worse, and the fact that Malcolm threw her on the mat several times really
wasn’t making it any better.
After
he had flung the forth time over his shoulder he turned to her, yelling.
“Bloody
hell, Hoshi, what’s wrong with you tonight? Have you forgotten everything I
taught you?”
Hoshi,
feeling like her head was going to explode every second, swallowed the harsh
words, that were threatening to come out. Silently she shook her head, got up,
and stood in position again.
Only
seconds later she found herself on the floor again, lying flat on her back,
watching a colorful cursing Malcolm Reed. The words didn’t quite reach her, for
she was unable to concentrate on them, but slowly anger rose in her.
She
had had a hell of a day, her head was killing her, her body ached in all
possible, and impossible places, and her she was, listening to the insults of
Malcolm Reed, concerning women in general, and especially herself.
Without
saying a word she pulled herself together one last time, grabbed the lieutenant
by the front of his shirt, shoved one foot in his stomach, taking his breath
out of his lungs with a puffing sound, and slumped him over her head, in a not
so graceful but very effective way.
When
she had him lying in front of her, she positioned her knee just centimeters
above his throat, saying in a very controlled voice.
“I
had one hell of a day, I didn’t want to come her tonight. I asked you to
postpone this training. You didn’t want to, so now I’m here. There’s no need to
talk to me like that. And if you would excuse me now, I throw myself out of the
next airlock.”
Very
carefully she stood up, bowed slightly in front of the still breathless Malcolm
Reed, and left.
Now
she listened to the closing of the doors behind her, only to sag on the floor
the second she was out of sight.
But
she wasn’t completely out of sight.
Unnoticed
by her, someone was watching her, the brown eyes full of concern.
“Hard
day?”
Hoshi
only nodded to the familiar voice. It had grown late, and she had been unsure,
if the other woman would still be waiting.
She
was.
Without
looking up, Hoshi buried her face in her hands, trying to regain her self
composure.
With
a fluid, graceful movement the other women rose from the bed, where she had
been sitting cross-legged. She slowly stepped near, sat down next to Hoshi, and
gently pulled her in her arms, stroking her hair.
“Shh.
It is all right. Do you like to tell me?”
Hoshi
only shook her head. All she wanted now was to forget the day. The other woman
pulled her up, and led her to the bed. Carefully, and efficiently she stripped
Hoshi down to her underwear. Then she lay down next to her, embracing her
tenderly. Then she softly began to sing an old vulcan lullaby, until she could
feel the woman in her arms relax.
As
Hoshi finally fell asleep, cuddled up against her, T’Pol pulled the blanket up
to cover them both, and switched off the light.
The end