When we collide we lose ourselves
Who: Sam Winchester, T'Pol
Where: Sam's room
When: After this thread.
What: T'Pol's probably not pregnant. Probably. She would really like a definitive answer to give Sam.
Warnings: Awkward. Tribble pauses.
She had promised to inform him of the meeting with Doctor McCoy, and it was only because of that promise that T'Pol stood outside Sam's room now. Given the information the doctor had given her, though, she was far more tempted to return to her own room and meditate the next week away.
Instead, she knocked at his door before locking both hands behind her, hiding her discomfort. Planning what to say was a trip: She could lie, and tell hims he absolutely wasn't pregnant, or tell him that the doctor was behaving strangely, and she couldn't really be sure, until next week.
And she owed him more than just a retelling of what she'd found in the infirmary.
Where: Sam's room
When: After this thread.
What: T'Pol's probably not pregnant. Probably. She would really like a definitive answer to give Sam.
Warnings: Awkward. Tribble pauses.
She had promised to inform him of the meeting with Doctor McCoy, and it was only because of that promise that T'Pol stood outside Sam's room now. Given the information the doctor had given her, though, she was far more tempted to return to her own room and meditate the next week away.
Instead, she knocked at his door before locking both hands behind her, hiding her discomfort. Planning what to say was a trip: She could lie, and tell hims he absolutely wasn't pregnant, or tell him that the doctor was behaving strangely, and she couldn't really be sure, until next week.
And she owed him more than just a retelling of what she'd found in the infirmary.