Hi, this is my first stab at Enterprise fiction. I've given it a whirl for Angel the Series and now am trying my hand with Mr Tucker and friends. All the usual disclaimers apply, or don't sue me Paramount, you really don't want my house, the ghostly grandma who haunts the joint will get ya.
Anywho, the story is called 'Fragile' it's a T'Pol POV regarding humans and one in particular.
Thank You
Humans are so weak and so fragile. The light of life can be snuffed out of them with but a single blow. They break like the glass figurines that some humans seem fond of collecting, I had on one occasion, during a diplomatic gathering at a human ambassador's home, witnessed his spouse becoming obsessed with her considerable collection, explaining their origin and care. But she kept them locked away, safe from even the hint of rough handling, in cases and cupboards.
Which one would think Captain Archer would do to Commander Tucker. For all his muscle and I know he has great amounts of it because of our time in the decontamination chamber together, the Commander is the one who most easily injured.
Be it cold or heat, he is the one who succumbs first and awakens last. When he and Mr. Reed were brought aboard with hypothermia after their problems with Shuttlepod One, Mr. Reed was up and about a full 12 hours before the Commander even opened his eyes for but a moment. He faired no better after his outing with the Captain on that desert planet. Once rescued, he lay redden and raw in sick bay for 2 days before the good doctor even considered letting him back on duty. Commander Tucker would do well not to ever consider calling on Vulcan, not that I would ever invite him.
He'd make such a bad prospect as a mating partner.
Not that I'd mate with a human, but looking at it from a logical point of view, the Captain or Mr. Reed would make far superior contributions to a gene pool and would have a greater chance of surviving the Pon Phor ritual. All the Commander could possibly contribute (even if he did endure the ritual) would be genes with a predisposition to injury, illness and emotional outbursts, and eyes a curious shade of blue.
Besides Commander Tucker weeps at those old entertainment videos the Captain insists on showing every Friday night. There was one in particular, about a yellow canine that after several heroic deeds had to be shot because it had contracted an extinct disorder called rabies. The Commander didn't even try to hide the fact he was crying, but since the other crew members present were sniveling just as hard, I suppose I point to that as an example of general human weakness.
No, Mr. Tucker would not make a very good mating partner.
Not that I would mate with a human.
And certainly NOT Commander Tucker.
Not someone who'd break my heart.