No matter when First Contact happened, Jack knows who to thank.
Chapters: 1/1 (818 words)
Fandom: Star Trek: Enterprise (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jack & TâMir
Characters: Jack (Star Trek), T'Mir the Vulcan Xenobiologist (Star Trek)
Additional Tags: appreciation, quick reference to an unrequited teenage crush, Aging, Memory, First Contact, post-episode, Episode: s02e02 Carbon Creek (Star Trek: Enterprise), I have just seen this episode for the first time and I am smitten with it
Summary: Jack saw TâMir put the money in the jar.
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wait whatâs the velcro thing from enterprise i forgot
Three words:
Carbon Creek Pennsylvania
Basically, T'Pol's great-grandmother was stranded in Indiana in 1957 and sold velcro to help out a local boy pay for college.
From Memory Alpha
Three months later, the Vulcan survey ship D'Vahl finally contacts them, saying their distress call made it to Vulcan through a Tellarite freighter. The three are taken by surprise at this new development, yet know that the time has come to finally say goodbye. When T'Mir says goodbye to Jack, he tells her that he cannot go to college after all, because he and Maggie can't afford the tuition.
T'Mir decides to salvage the crashed Vulcan ship and finds a large patch of Velcro, something advanced and yet benign to Human technology, and sells it to Big Creek Manufacturing and Sales Co. in downtown Pittsburgh in order to be able to anonymously help out Jack with his college tuition.
It was the scent of coffee that woke her, being wafted under her nose; that, and the gentle press of lips to her temple.
âWake up, love. The children are coming around today, and we need to be ready to receive them.â As Hoshi opened her eyes and stretched, Malcolm continued, âAnd thereâs no way TâPol or Shran would be late with the drop-off.â
âWhat time is it?â Hoshi asked, pushing herself to sit upright and taking the proffered cup of coffee. Malcolm perched on the bed beside her, looking far too alert for his own good.
âJust before six; I thought you might need some extra time in the shower to wake up and a quick bite to eat before they get here. Even if we have breakfast with them, I donât know how much eating weâll get done.â
She smiled at him, fingers tucked around the warmth of the mug. He was neat as a pin as always - olive-green shirt tucked into black jeans, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, hair slightly longer than usual so that although neatly brushed, an unruly lock hung down over his forehead.
âYouâre excited about seeing them.â
âI am, yes,â he admitted with a grin. âWe havenât spent much time with TâMir and Lorian for over six months. Video calls are a poor substitute. And I know you want to spend some time getting to know Talla.â
âYes; the poor child looked a little shell-shocked with all the people at the wedding, but thankfully TâMir was there to distract her. Still, itâll be good to get to know her a little better on her own merits.â She finished the coffee and placed the mug on the bedside table.
Malcolm leaned over and gave her a lingering kiss; his mouth tasted faintly of peanut butter, and she smiled against his lips.
âGetting a head start there, Commander Sato-Reed?â
He smiled back. âJust a teaspoon, Commander Sato-Reed. I wouldnât dream of having breakfast without you.â He rubbed his nose against hers, then asked diffidently, âSweetheart ⌠you donât mind that weâve neverââ His voice trailed off, but she knew what he meant.
âNever had kids?â Hoshi took his face between her hands and pulled his head back a little, so she could look him in the eyes. âBakudan, if what I wanted was kids, there are ways without having had them biologically. That was never part of why I married you, and frankly, Iâm grateful it was never an expectation.â
He stared back at her, his eyes troubled, even as his hands came up to lightly clasp her wrists. âBut on the other Enterprise, you had two kidsââ
âThat was a whole other timeline,â she interrupted. âAnd in that timeline, Trip and TâPol had Lorian, but not TâMir, so already itâs busted. And you and I werenât together. So weâre not going to use that as an example of what we may or may not have wanted to do with our lives, okay?â
She gave him a little shake, frowning to make him understand how serious she was, and finally his eyes cleared and he smiled that soft, sweet smile she adored.
âI should know better than to question your judgement, my love.â
âYouâre darn right you should. Now,â she kissed his nose, âIâd better jump into the shower and get ready while you prep breakfast. What are you making for us?â
âBreakfast wraps with eggs, tomatoes, shiitake mushrooms, and goat-milk feta. Then Iâm going to get started on the flapjacks for the children.â
âPerfect. Iâll be down in a little while.â With a kiss to his nose, she headed for the bathroom, but stopped before entering.
âMalcolm?â He turned at the door, a question in his eyes. âIâm glad weâre in this timeline, and weâre together.â
His lips curved and his eyes warmed and softened at the same time. âSo am I, my love.â
She blew him a kiss, and headed in to the shower.
The scent of fresh coffee and pancakes filled the air as Hoshi made her way downstairs a short while later, putting her hair into a ponytail.
âThat smells great,â she said as she turned into the small kitchenette, sliding her arms around Malcolm as he stood at the stove, pressing her face into his back for a quick hug before she turned to pour the coffee. He laid his hand across hers and tilted his head back to touch the top of hers behind him.
âAlmost done with these, love, then Iâll leave them in the oven to stay warm while we have our wraps. Theyâre on that covered plate. The fruitâs chopped up and in those containers, the yoghurtâs in the fridge, and the peanut butter just needs to be dished into a bowl.â
âShall I mix it with some honey?â
âNo need; we can have the honey on the side.â
âOkay, then. Hereâs your coffee.â
They ate quickly, then washed and left the dishes to drip-dry, tidying the kitchenette and setting the small table in the adjacent dining nook before the door chime rang.
TâPol, Trip, Shran, and Jhamel were outside, Trip carrying Lorian. TâMir and Talla had come together and were already holding hands as they looked up eagerly.
âHi!â Hoshi said, and stepped aside, inviting them into the house with a sweep of her hand. She moved to one side of the foyer so that the girls no longer blocked the doorway, dropping to one knee. âItâs so good to see you!â
âItâs good to see you, too, Aunt Hoshi,â TâMir greeted, then looked at Talla. âIâm going to hug Aunt Hoshi now,â she informed the other girl. âIf you wish to join in, she gives good hugs.â
Hoshi held down her laughter, her eyes meeting Tripâs over TâMirâs head, brimming with good humour. âWhy, thank you, TâMir,â she said gravely. âBut if Talla doesnât want to hug - since not everyone does - she's welcome to a hand-shake or a fist-bump instead.â
Malcolm grinned, nodding at the two sets of parents. âWould you like to come in?â As he spoke, he extended his arms to young Lorian, who grinned back and stretched to him in turn.
âUnka Mal-Komm!â
âNo, thank you,â replied TâPol, inclining her head. âIt is still some distance to the meeting with Admirals Archer and Gardner and Ambassador Soval.â
Shran snorted. âBy all accounts we leave our daughter in good hands, at least as long as young TâMir is to be believed.â
âWe try,â said Malcolm, taking Lorian from Trip before settling the child on his hip and dropping an absent-minded kiss on top of the blond head. âThank you for entrusting your children to us.â His gaze encompassed all four adults.
âSo formal, Mal,â teased Trip, before blowing a kiss to Lorian. âBut we know our munchkins couldnât be in safer hands.â
The security specialist grinned at his friend. âYouâve got that right.â
âWe shall see you at sixteen-hundred-hours, then,â TâPol interjected. âGoodbye, children. Enjoy your day with the commanders.â
âBye, kids,â Trip added cheerfully. âHave fun with Uncle Malcolm and Aunt Hoshi, yâhear?â
âYes, Daddy,â said TâMir serenely, and Lorian nodded, before waving at his parents.
âThen farewell for now, commanders,â greeted Shran, stepping back. âIâm sure Talla will enjoy herself while with you today.â
âYes,â added Jhamel quietly. âI believe she will.â Her gentle smile encompassed all of them, before she drew back a little further. Shran put his arm around her and they watched as TâMir and a shy Talla embraced Hoshi in turn, before the young Aenar-Andorian turned to wave at her parents, her antennae moving more confidently.
âSee you this afternoon!â Trip sang out, and the four headed for the elevator as Malcolm stood at the door, allowing Lorian to watch and wave until the doors had closed.
Stepping back and closing the apartment door, he grinned at his godson. âWould you like some pancakes, Lorian?â The little boy nodded eagerly.
âPânut butter?â he asked, and Malcolm nodded.
âOf course. And bananas.â
âAnd maple syrup!â Hoshi interjected, standing and holding out her hands to the girls. âWe didnât know exactly what you might like, Talla, so we cut up some fruit and added some yoghurt, too.â
âI like sweet potato fries,â the young girl said shyly, her antennae waving diffidently.
Hoshi smiled. âWe donât have any of those, Iâm afraid, but weâll go somewhere that does, for lunch, okay?â
âTo where Miss Monica works?â asked TâMir as they walked to the small dining area.
âYes, although she wonât be there, of course,â said Hoshi. âIn you go.â She directed the girls into the small banquet section, while Malcolm settled Lorian onto one of the chairs.
âWait here a moment, while we bring the food to the table, and then you can sit on my lap, alright?â The child regarded him gravely, then nodded again, and watched him while he and Hoshi made short work of transferring the dishes to the small dining table.
True to his word, Malcolm picked up Lorian and settled the little one on his lap, lifting his legs to be straight so that Lorian was in no danger of sliding off.
âShall I cut up your pancakes?â
âPânut butter and bananas?â Lorian queried, turning large blue eyes to his godfather.
âOf course. Let me do a better job of spreading these, and then Iâll prep them for you.â So saying, he spread a layer of peanut butter on top of a flapjack and scattered banana slices over the top before covering it with a second flapjack and pressing down. Satisfied, he cut the flapjack sandwich into bite-sized chunks for Lorian, who grabbed a piece and gnawed happily.
TâMir was happily explaining the concept of pancakes to an attentive Talla while Hoshi prepared their meals in similar fashion, albeit with more fruit, some maple syrup, and no peanut butter, before slicing into small triangles. Talla's eyes widened as she bit into the sweet morsels, T'Mir chattering away as she ate her own.
Across the table Malcolm caught Hoshiâs eye and smiled, pressing another kiss to Lorianâs fair head. Iâm glad weâre godparents to these youngsters, he thought at her, and she grinned, seeming to understand what he was thinking.
After a lively breakfast, they set off for a small science museum, within walking distance - at a fairly sedate pace, Malcolm reflected, as he carried Lorian on his shoulders while he and Hoshi matched their speed to that of two little girls who were fascinated by everything they saw along the way, considering these a novelty. He and Hoshi had their hands full explaining the names and purposes of several items, particularly to Talla, who had never been to the colony before.
Museum done, they took a walk around the park, allowing the children ice-cream cones as a reward for staying the course. Then it was time for Fat Moâs.
They were greeted by name and seated at Tripâs usual table, served by Syd in Monicaâs absence. Black bean burgers with lots of sweet potato fries were a hit, and Tallaâs eyes widened at the flavour selection of the milkshakes on offer. Ice slushes were a far more common offering on Andoria than dairy-based drinks.
On the way home, Malcolm felt Lorianâs little body relax and his head come to rest on top of his godfatherâs. âThis young man isââ was as far as he got before TâMir whispered fiercely, âOrryâs asleep!" and tugged at Hoshiâs hand.
âYes, he is,â Hoshi said calmly. âUncle Malcolmâs holding him so he canât fall down, though.â
âYes,â nodded TâMir. âUncle Malcolm always holds us up.â
âThat he does,â agreed Hoshi, exchanging an amused glance with her husband before heading into their apartment building and calling the lift down to take them all up to the apartment.
Inside, they busied themselves removing small shoes so the kids could run around bare-foot - a concept that seemed difficult for Talla to grasp, since she wasnât used to the heat of human homes compared to Andorian.
Hoshi had seated herself on the couch, and Malcolm joined her, Lorian still leaning on his head. âShall we look at some photographs?â The girls nodded eagerly. âOkay,â she said easily, âLet me fetch an album.â Retrieving the book, she laid it on her lap, the girls on either side of her, Malcolm to the other side of Talla.
Lorian awoke when they started looking at the photographs, and Malcolm slid the child off his shoulders and onto his lap so he could point at the pictures. For a while they paged through the album, until Talla pointed to a photograph of Shran, Jhamel, Trip, and TâPol.
âWas that when Ahva and Sha'a met?â
âThat was a little afterward,â Hoshi informed her. âWe donât have a photograph of when they met at the Aenar colony, but we have from when they arrived on Enterprise.â She flipped the pages back to a photograph of Shran and Jhamel entering the turbo-lift accompanied by Archer. Shran looked his usual belligerent self, while Jhamel was still, calm, and composed, not really looking at the camera but a few centimetres past it.
âThis was when they boarded the ship, after your father and Captain Archer - as he was then - went to find your mother. I imagine they were both tired and hurt - certainly your Sha'a was, since his leg had been pierced by an ice spike.â
Talla nodded, but kept her gaze on her parents for a long time before Hoshi closed the book and set it aside.
âShall we draw and colour in some pictures?â
âYes!â was the unanimous cry, even from Lorian, and soon everyone was on the floor - even Malcolm, who helped Lorian carefully colour in a picture of a skimmer speeding along the ground between two fields of flowers.
They were both concentrating hard on keeping the colours within the lines, Malcolm biting at his lip, the tip of his tongue peeking out. Hoshi hid a smile at the sight of Lorian imitating his godfather with fierce determination, little tongue pressed between his lips, nose wrinkled, eyes narrowed.
âOrry looks like Uncle Malcolm,â TâMir observed in a stage whisper as she drew the roundest sehlat Hoshi had ever seen, serenely confident of her drawing ability.
âThat he does,â Hoshi agreed, catching Malcolmâs eye as he looked up. She gave him a fond grin, her eyes sliding to Lorian, still bent over in concentration, colouring in the last of the flowers.
The little boy let out a huge yawn, and Malcolm stroked his hair. âTime for a nap, Lorian?â The child nodded, small hands fisting at his eyes, and climbed into Malcolmâs lap. âTell you what, how about we both lie on the couch?â The blond head with its delicate pointed ears nodded sleepily.
Malcolm got to his feet easily, Lorian on his hip. âWould you mind, sweetheart?â he asked Hoshi, and she shook her head, grinning.
âGo ahead and have a nap; their parents will be here within an hour.â
He sank down gratefully; even for a half-Vulcan, Lorian wasnât the lightest, and Malcolm had spent all day carrying him in some way or another.
By the time the door chime rang, he was fast asleep on the couch, Lorian sprawled across his chest, little limbs hanging down while his godfatherâs hand lay across his back protectively, keeping him in place while they napped.
Hoshi smiled as she snapped a picture, already planning where it would go in the album. Some memories just had to be captured for posterity.
By the way about language stuff. Vulcans greeted humans in English. Sooo, by the time of the first contact, Solkar could say at least one sentence in legible English?
The question is why, if they didnât originally plan to visit Earth. According to âFederation: The First 150 Yearsâ (which is not, like, 1000% canon, but i still like it and use it as base in many cases), the goal of âTâPlan-Hatâ and her crew was our Sun, its activity and potential wormholes in the area.
For a couple of hundred years, the Vulcans have been watching the Earth out of the corner of their eye even before the time of Carbon Creek, but they are unlikely to have gone much deeper: given that during this time humanity has spit out half of the planet and population with nuclear stuff, it def didnât not look like it was close to overcoming the speed of light.
But they had some idea of ââearthly languages. About English - definitely yes, esp about American English - again, Carbon Creek.
This means that they have some kind of dictionary, albeit raw, at that time. And some corpus of texts. (well, they had to google "Live long and prosper" somewhere for that couple of hours of flight and landing. With transcription or audio recording of pronunciation. Bc the languages ââof pre-warp civilizations are obviously not taught at the Academy by default, are they? And Solkar is not a linguist by profession - he is an astrophysicist and a xenobiologist, only later a diplomat.
So, among them were some wild xenoanthropologists who were fascinated by TâMir and Stron's reports on the Earth and who had a burning desire to learn English and collect a database?
(Hc that Solkar learned English more thoroughly later, and he worked on his pronunciation with the help of old news programs and documentaries.
Therefore, at first, taking into account the specific vocabulary (a bunch of professional terms, the absence of vernacular, dialectisms, idioms, and even more obscene vocabulary), he sounded like a pre-war earthly radio announcer)
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Just saw Carbon Creek and. I'm a big sucker for "First contact happened earlier and off the books" storylines and I like Vulcans so you already know I liked this one lol
Also with Quark and Stron and everyone else it looks like aliens doing an inventory of the features of 1950s America are just like
Baseball
Alcohol
Frozen fish sticks
Root beer
Cute humans to engage in romantic and/or sexual acts with (depending on individual taste; Rom, Nog, and Mestral seem to like us well enough, Quark is less pleased, and Stron and T'Mir don't seem impressed)
Atom bombs/the constant threat of nuclear annihilation
Also. If Mestral still had 100-150 years in his lifespan in the 50s that means hypothetically he could be bopping around today and he'd only be like 100 something today, that's middle aged for a Vulcan. I wonder if he'd wanna go home seeing where we are now
Synopsis by Netflix: Celebrating TâPolâs one-year anniversary as a member of the Enterpriseâs crew, Archer and Trip have dinner with her.
Synopsis by Ash: TâPolâs tells a story about her great-grandmother that changes the course of human evolution - or does it?
âSay when.â - âWhenâ
TâPol drinks wine O.o
awww, TâPolâs one year anniversary on Enterprise
sheâs evaluating Archer for the High Command xD
Vulcanâs donât take vacations??
if she doesnât want to talk about a personal matter how about you stop pushing her?
THERE WAS A FIRST CONTACT BEFORE THE FIRST CONTACT???
omg her great-grandmom was one of them!
Sheâs gonna tell a story <3
IâVE GOT FAITH
this is now her story I assume
and TâPolâs ancestor is played by Jolene Blalock as well
they are going dooowwwwnnnn
sheâs not hurt :)
oh no, the captain is dead
TâMir is in command
TâPolâs age is classified information xD
aaand Archer is pouring her more wine, is he trying to get her drunk?
TâPol and TâMir have the same haircutâŚ
omg the one Vulcan is suggesting to eat MEAT!
I like their uniforms ;)
awww the cars in the 50s are so cute
they are stealing clothes O.o
yeah we absolutely need to see TâMirâs naked shadow
she put on the dress backwards XD
SHE IS ADORABLE
ok so he has to hide his eyebrows but she doesnât
mhm
they look SO suspicious
ugh they are adorable how clueless they are in this world
Mestral wants to play pool xD
i like this episode
what a mood, TâMir
Mestral is winning!!!
they went grocery shopping xD
Trip keeps mocking TâPol
atomic bomb tests, fun
they have an apartment!!! adorable
I think Mestral enjoys his time on Earth
he certainly enjoys the TV programme
HE HAS A DATE
with the bartender
she kissed him xD
he said it was very pleasant xD
TâMir tries to meditate, but again, as usual in Star Trek, the person who meditates gets interrupted
aww the boy is so cute
Mestral is showing compassion <3
they are saving the humans that are trapped in the mine with their technology!!!
their transmission was received by the High Command
they are going âhomeâ... âup northâ... wellll, sheâs not completely wrong?xD
the student tuition in the US is so crazy
TâMir, what are you doing?
WE HAVE VELCRO FASTENERS BECAUSE OF THE VULCANS
Mestral wants to stay
and he does
TâPol told a good story :)
WAIT IS IT TRUE OR NOT????
ok she has her great-grandmotherâs purse! ITâS ALL TRUEÂ Â Â !
Rating: 6/7
So, I guess itâs a tradition in Star Trek for episodes that certain ancestors/family members of a main character to be played by the same actor as the main character but in this case it was a little bit confusing because they changed absolutely nothing, not even the hair, and they usually do that, right? I still loved the episode!