Dear Readers: This is my first (posted) fan-fic ever. Several influences converged to spawn this pestilent little worm that festered in my brain. It just wouldn’t go away, so I did the only thing I could – I wrote it down. That seems to have done the trick, and my imagination is back in ‘TnT-forever’ mode again. This story is a Tragedy in the truest sense. All episodes, including the craptastic TATV have occurred. There is more senseless death, Romeo & Juliet style. Ye Have Been Warned!
You’re feedback is most welcome. But please, this is my first time, so be gentle.
Last, but by no means least, a HUGE thank you to my beta, JustTrip’n. She stepped up and gave this newbie the courage to post. Thanks! On with the show….
The monastery stood at the edge of the vast desert that covered much of the planet. It was a quiet, lonely place and the last lead he had as to her whereabouts. The lone figure approached the doors and struck the large gong that hung there.
A young acolyte answered the door. The two men raised their hands in the traditional greeting, and the traveler entered the monastery. He pulled back his hood to reveal a worn face. He had seen and done much during his long life. The search he had undertaken was one of his more personal ventures. It was a nagging . . . worry, which drove him to find her. He could not help but feel (he was getting old) a certain responsibility to her—since no one else was left to do so.
The acolyte had gone to retrieve a priest, who was now approaching. “Peace and long life, Councilman. What brings you to our sanctuary?”
“I seek a woman. I have searched long for her and my journey has brought me here.”
“What is her name?”
“She is not here.”
His expression fell; he stared at the dirt. “Then my search has been in vain.”
The priest did not waver, “This is not true. She was here, but no longer.”
“Did she say to where she was headed?”
“You misunderstand, Councilman. Perhaps V’Shil can explain. She was the last to speak with T’Pol.”
A female acolyte stepped forward and addressed the traveler. “Were you aware, Councilman that T’Pol had exceeded seventy years of age?”
“Yes. I was an acquaintance of her father from before she was born.”
“Then you are also aware that she was never bonded. Nature made its demands upon her two weeks ago. It is inevitable. Even without a bondmate, a female will eventually succumb to the fever. It will force her to take a mate.”
“I am aware of this. It does not explain her whereabouts.”
“Allow me to continue. We are prepared to assist those in need here, and were making preparations to do so for her. I was sent to retrieve T’Pol, but found her outside the monastery doors. I went forth to bring her inside, to take her to the room made ready. She stood at the desert’s edge, looking out into the wastes. When I approached, she did not head my call. She began to walk out to the sands, so I called her back. To tell her all was ready.”
The old man seemed to know what would come next. With a resigned voice he asked, “What did she say?”
“Councilman, understand that these past years, T’Pol’s emotional controls were waning. She did not seek to remedy this. It was not that she was prone to violent outburst, but her words and actions were emotionally driven.”
With a hint of exasperation, the councilman said, “I understand. What did she say to you?”
“She turned and looked at me. Her words did not make sense….”
V’Shil took a step towards her, “All has been arranged, you need not suffer the plak’tou.”
“None but my chosen mate shall know me.”
She turned to walk out into the sun-scorched sands, with naught but the robes on her tired frame. V’Shil tried one last time, “You cannot go into the desert; you will not survive.”
“I am already dead. Let the sands have what is left.”
“That was two weeks ago, Councilman. She has not returned. Surely the plak’tou has taken her.”
The councilman looked defeated. His fears had been realized. Such a needless loss, for foolish reasons.
V’Shil continued, “Although this we do not understand; the pon farr should have driven her to seek a mate.”
With a silent sigh, he turned to the priest and V’Shil. “It is my belief she had been bonded. And it was devotion to her mate that drove her into the desert.”
T’Pol’s body shook with rage and fever and lust. Her low keening could be heard echoing over the dunes. She staggered forward across the blistering sands with unblinking eyes.
V’Shil seemed almost upset, “Where was he when she required him?”
“He died. Six years ago.” Quiet settled over them. In an almost hushed voice, the traveler continued, “Since that time, T’Pol has slowly withdrawn from society until she seemed to vanish. I took on the responsibility of locating her. And now it appears my journey is at an end.”
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