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I'm binge-watching Enterprise (I know, I know) and am severely disappointed by the missed opportunities involving T'Pol's vulcan strength.
#i haven't drawn star trek fanart since high school and this is what appears#myart#sketch#star trek#star trek fanart#star trek enterprise#trip tucker#t'pol#trip x t'pol#tripol#keen-eyed skz fans may recognize the inspiration pose
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enterprise text posts: featuring trip and t'pol
#star trek enterprise#star trek#trip tucker#t'pol#trip x t'pol#enterprise text posts#mine#i have been overcome with the nostalgia of making silly text post memes like its 2014 again.#if you know me at all you'll know this had to be the first themed set i made. i've been brain rotted over them since age 12#i think they did serious damage to my developing adolescent mind#anyway. they're all funny to me but that last one takes me out everytime i think about it.
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my heart yearns for my wife (Star Trek Enterprise) who is off in a foreign country (ended in 2005)
#star trek#star trek enterprise#enterprise#trip tucker#trip tucker i love you#t’pol#trip x t'pol#malcom reed#hoshi#jonathan archer
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So Trip and T'Pol's relationship/family life is like an interfaith couple who celebrate ALL THE HOLIDAYS and treat their respective traditions kinda like a grab-bag, and Sarek and Amanda are like a couple where one partner converts.
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@hjea said we deserved more adorable half-Vulcan baby and that is 100% correct.
So here’s what can be considered a missing scene or if you prefer you can say 🖕 to canon and consider it the opening of a fix-it.
Phlox had been notified of their imminent arrival, but nothing could have fully prepared him for the sight that greeted him as the doors to Sickbay parted. A pinched-face Commander T’Pol clutched an infant protectively to her chest as she strode in, flanked by Captain Archer and Commander Tucker. Commander Tucker had a hand on her back and concerned eyes focused on the baby’s profile. A brief look of pain flashed across his face indicating to Phlox that he may soon have two patients. Captain Archer wore his fight face. Behind them trailed a stricken Ensign Mayweather and a stoic Lieutenant Reed. All of them appeared dirty and dishevelled.
The tiny girl stared at everything around her with wide blue eyes reminiscent of her father’s as she chewed one chubby fist. It brought to mind Sim as a baby, but of course there was no time to dwell on that now. The upswept brows and delicately pointed ears were all her mother, the doctor noted.
“Well, what have we here?” Phlox greeted T’Pol when she stopped before him. He passed a handheld scanner in front of his young patient.
“She is gravely ill, Doctor. Her immune system appears to be severely compromised,” T’Pol informed him as she gently bounced the baby in her arms. It was somewhat less graceful than her usual movements in Phlox’s estimation, but he could nonetheless see the care in her touch. The baby gave a rattling cough as if to confirm her mother’s assessment.
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask everyone who is not a patient - or the parent of a patient - to leave,” Phlox ordered as the scanner whirred.
Lieutenant Reed nodded at T’Pol and Phlox, and then whispered something to Commander Tucker before giving him a supportive squeeze on his shoulder as he passed. The resulting grimace on the engineer‘s face confirmed Phlox's earlier suspicions about patient count. Ensign Mayweather had evidently already had the good sense to slip out unnoticed.
“You’ll inform me as soon as you know anything,” the captain confirmed as he briefly caught the doctor’s eye. “I’ll check on you all soon.”
T’Pol gave no acknowledgement as she rubbed the baby’s back rhythmically to soothe her.
“Take care, Trip,” Jonathan added with an encouraging smile.
“Aye, Cap’n,” Trip responded with the ghost of a smile as he briefly tore his eyes away from T’Pol and their child.
Phlox glanced down at the scanner in concern before he addressed the new parents. “She has a respiratory infection. We’ll start with some medication - a mild analgesic, antibiotic, and expectorant. I’d like to see that fever reduced quickly. Depending how she responds over the next hour we may move onto a more aggressive treatment for her lungs including placing her in an oxygen rich environment.”
As he moved across to the cabinet to prepare the medication Phlox could hear the soft timbre of Commander Tucker’s voice. “She’s heavier than she looks. You want me to take her for a bit?”
“I’m fine,” T’Pol said softly. Trip must have looked ready to argue because she continued quickly, “you are injured, Trip. I will hold her… but perhaps you’d like to touch her or speak to her?”
When Phlox returned he was loath to interrupt the scene before him. The two parents stood close with their heads canted toward each other. The baby had dropped her head against her mother’s chest and was drooling peacefully as her father stroked her hair and cheek and whispered quiet words of reassurance. In less fraught circumstances Phlox would have taken amusement in the sight of the normally impeccably groomed Vulcan with a patch of spittle spreading on her clothing.
“I’ve got an injection ready,” he said as he approached the family. “This should ease her discomfort and allow her to sleep more soundly. I’ll also take a blood sample.”
The child made an irritated squawk when the needle pierced her skin and she shifted her head to give Phlox the most dignified look of pouty-lipped disdain he’d ever seen on a baby.
Apparently she would take after both her parents in temperament as well as appearance, Phlox thought wryly.
“Shhh now, you’re all right, little one. I know it’s no fun getting jabbed, but the doc here is gonna help you feel a lot better.”
T’Pol turned pleading eyes toward the doctor as she gently rocked the baby.
He would certainly do his best.
“Commanders,” Phlox said gently as he prepared to analyse the blood of Enterprise's newest resident. “This will take some time. I won’t ask you to rest now, but it would be a good idea to refresh yourselves somewhat and get comfortable…” he trailed off as he nodded toward the chairs along the wall.
Their reluctance to leave was palpable. Phlox could understand it well, but they would be better able to care for their newfound daughter if they first looked after their own needs.
He glanced back to see the two commanders locked in an apparent staring contest. Before he could make a stronger appeal, Commander Tucker gave a faint sigh.
“All right. You two go sit in one of Phlox’s comfy chairs. I’m gonna go wash the moon dust off and grab a cup of coffee. When I get back I’m gonna bring you a change of clothes and a cup of tea, and you’re gonna take a break for ten minutes,” he informed T’Pol rather intensely. Phlox expected Vulcan indignance, but instead she only nodded in response. That was interesting.
Satisfied, Trip leaned down to gently stroke his daughter’s cheek. “I’ll be right back. You be good for your mama,” he whispered. T’Pol’s eyes widened slightly, and he gave her a faintly bewildered smile. “I know. It's surreal. But you’re her mom.”
“And you are her father,” she replied seriously.
A bright grin spread over Trip’s face. “I am,” he said, wonder evident in his tone. His voice dropped back down,”You’re doing great, T’Pol.” He rubbed her arm.
“Ok, Doc,” he said a bit louder. “Keep an eye on these Vulcan girls for me. I’ll be back in twenty minutes, tops.” He paused to kiss the sleepy infant on her head and the startled mother on her lips.
Phlox politely averted his eyes and hid his grin as he focused on the screen at his workstation. “Commander,” he called out as Trip reached the door. “I'm going to take a look at that shoulder when you get back.” At the dark muttering he heard in response, Phlox allowed himself a small smile before frowning at the data loading before him.
The baby’s eyes were starting to drift closed, and he could hear T’Pol speaking quietly to her as she paced.
“Your father is very physically affectionate.” There was a pause. “We will adapt.”
“You still need a name,” T’Pol murmured to the child. “I have something in mind. We will discuss it with your father when he returns.”
#star trek enterprise#trip tucker#trip x t'pol#t’pol#someone handed them a baby#dr phlox#my fic#fic#working title on my phone is ‘more baby for hjea’ lol#terra prime#i stayed up too late#may hate this and find 100 typos in the morning
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Confession #49
"Kirk/Spock, Sarek/Amanda, and Trip/T'Pol are the only popular and/or canon Vulcan/human ships with actual chemistry."
#confession n.49#star-trek-fandom-confessions#star trek#kirk/spock#spirk#sarek/amanda#tripol#trip x t'pol#tos#enterprise#star trek the original series#star trek tos#st tos#star trek enterprise#st enterprise#st ent#james t kirk#spock#sarek#amanda grayson#t'pol#trip tucker#i don't exactly agree with the confession but seeing these babies make me happy :)
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Jonathan Archer upon meeting T'pol and Tucker's 3 small children: ah you must be the "trip"-lets
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Something about the alien telepath and their human husband just making me melt and cry and obsess over them
#spirk#trip x t'pol#imzadi#tripol#star trek#captain kirk#mr spock#will riker#deanna troi#t'pol#trip tucker#all of them make me feel things#and it isn't a coincidence#i can't articulate how much#this dynamic affects me#and all the humans are just great easy going characters#something in their eyes
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my piece for the Star Trek Swimsuit Special zine!
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#star trek#enterprise#star trek enterprise#trip tucker#t'pol#star trek swimsuit special#zine piece#incredibly proud of how this one came out#featuring: early 2000s beach fashion. attempts at shading. body hair. t4t tri'pol#and of course: florida beaches#and boobs!#tri'pol#trip x t'pol#my art
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salma deera // letters from medea
#trip x t'pol#trip tucker#t'pol#my edit#i have so many quotes saved that make me think of Them i figured i should start doing something with them all.#i havent edited in so long its relaxing <3
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You’re so irritating! I love you so much.
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The perfect canon Star Trek couple doesn’t exi-
#Cookie Monster pajama pant gf x jrotc bf#tripol#trip x t'pol#trip tucker#t’pol#star trek#star trek enterprise#cishet couples with insanely queer energy
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I like to think T'Pol maintains a spreadsheet with all the terms of endearment/swears Trip uses to address the engine, with columns for frequency, vulgarity, and sincerity.
#a shift in engineering gets *colorful*#trip x t'pol#star trek enterprise#this is a headcanon that pleases me#trip tucker#t'pol
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Remember when I said I’d been thinking about how (some) other Vulcans (mis)treat T’Pol? This…
— post Terra Prime ficlet
“Perhaps the kin-kur-savas would be more to your liking,” the Vulcan steward suggests.
T’Pol’s lips tighten fractionally before she quietly responds, “Thank you for the recommendation, but I am content with my choices.”
The man turns slightly to include Trip in his blandly disapproving stare.
There’s some Vulcan social subtext Trip can’t parse, so he just stands sternly at T’Pol’s side. She has hardly eaten a thing since Elizabeth died, and if this jackass puts her off her meager breakfast Trip’s gonna put him out an airlock. Mentally, of course, while outwardly observing appropriate decorum on the Vulcan transport delivering the grieving parents to Vulcan for an acknowledgment and internment rite with T’Pol’s clan.
Enterprise had been ordered to remain in-system around Sol tying up Terra Prime loose ends and doing coalition schmoozing. Blessedly Trip and T’Pol have been spared any more Earth media scrutiny for now.
Shran had actually offered to give the pair a lift to Vulcan on his way back to Andoria to continue rallying support for the fledgling Coalition of Planets, but T’Pol was insistent they travel via Vulcan ship. At Trip’s questioning she’d reluctantly admitted that her ties to Vulcan society were somewhat tenuous, and there were many who would view her arrival on an Andorian vessel as evidence she no longer belongs to her home planet at all.
Trip quietly wonders if it was worth the trouble given their reception aboard the T’Mara. For every “I grieve with thee” there’s been a haughty look or three. He’s doing his best to be a perfect guest and support T’Pol. Most of the time he wants to scream, cry, hit someone, or all three.
The steward has thankfully left to go be dour elsewhere, and he and T’Pol take their breakfast trays to a table near a window.
T’Pol glances at her food and drink and then stares out at the passing stars.
“You wanna tell me what that was about?” he asks her gently.
He can see by the tightness around her eyes and mouth that she very much does not “wanna.”
“Kin-kur-savas is a Vulcan stone fruit. It has variegated skin of yellow, green and red, pale yellow flesh, and a small deep red pit at the center. You once likened them to Vulcan peaches.”
“I remember.”
She hesitates, “It was an insult meant to imply that while I may still appear Vulcan I am human at my core.”
Trip inhales sharply and bites down on his anger.
“Additionally, his use of English gave him the plausible excuse of deference to your presence while effectively… alienating me further,” T’Pol finishes.
He doesn’t insult her by asking if she’s sure she’s not reading too much into it. It doesn’t surprise him that Vulcans can be just as bigoted and cruel as humans, but it’s still hard to see it directed at T’Pol, especially when he knows how hard she’s working to hold herself together right now.
Trip is absolutely not going to do anything that will bring shame to his daughter (may she rest in peace), or her mother (may she live long and prosper), so he breathes in a controlled manner and tries to keep all traces of what he’s feeling off his face.
He reaches for a utensil and casually touches T’Pol’s hand. When she makes eye contact he thinks as clearly and deliberately as he can: What an asshole. There’s a flicker of amusement in her eyes. Whether she understood his thought or was just entertained by his pathetic attempt at telepathy, he’ll take the win.
“I’m sorry if my presence is making this worse for you,” he tells her with sympathy.
She gives him a long look. “Trip, his actions reflect only on himself. Your attendance is appropriate and necessary as Elizabeth’s father,” she looks down briefly before continuing, “and I personally find your presence… beneficial. As I said, I am content with my choices.” Her voice is soft but firm.
It may not be a romance novel confession of love, but Trip is moved nonetheless.
“That’s good. I … I feel better when you’re around, too.”
T’Pol gives him a soft look and sips her tea. Trip flashes her a quick smile and takes a bite of the strange but not unpleasant plomeek porridge in front of him. Silently he rejoices when she follows suit, and they finish their meal together in companionable silence.
#trip x t'pol#star trek enterprise#fanfic#my fic#post ep: terra prime#ficlet#vulcan culture#trip tucker#t’pol#grief
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