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Hoshi Sato was so young.
By human standards, she wasn’t, of course. Young, yes, but not that young.
T’Pol saw Hoshi practically as a child. She didn’t baby her, though. In fact, Hoshi had proved herself as capable (if not more capable) as the rest of the crew. Still, T’Pol felt an unnatural sense of protectiveness over the woman. A motherly instinct, perhaps.
She hated seeing Hoshi hurt. She did everything she could to keep her safe. Try to dissuade the Captain from sending her on away missions. Taking possibly dangerous tasks. T’Pol didn’t know why, but she felt she needed to.
T’Pol had failed. She hadn’t kept her promise. Hoshi sat in the corner of the cave, shivering violently. It was hypothermia, no doubt. The climate was cold and hostile and their uniforms weren’t built to withstand harsh temperatures.
She stared at the woman, a deep, gnawing feeling in her stomach. Hoshi couldn’t die. There were too many things she could do. So many things she had to do. T’Pol couldn’t let her down. Not now.