#Tuvok: My wife will just slap me around a little. It's tradition. I'll be fine.

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Tuvok/T'Pel Moments from 'Seize the Fire'

Image 1, Compilation: She turned back towards the door that led to the exterior corridor, not wishing to disturb his meditations. She paused on the threshold when she heard his voice. “Please remain, my wife.”

“You may continue your meditations undisturbed, my husband,” she said. “There are child-care duties I can perform while you complete them.” “Your presence is no disturbance, T’Pel.”

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“And if you end up just like White-Blue?” Ra-Havreii said with a scowl. “In that event, please inform T’Pel that I merely did what logic demanded,” Tuvok said. “And that my last thoughts were of her.”

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“No, Captain,” the mate of Tuvok said, interrupting. “I understand his mission.”

Rry’kurr [Riker]’s brow wrinkled. “Funny. I don’t recall seeing you at the briefing.”

“Vulcans share a telepathic bond with their mates. Ours is particularly strong.”

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“Tuvok has succeeded,” said T’Pel, who had somehow glided back over to [Riker’s] command chair without his having noticed her approach. He almost did a double take when he noticed a single tear rolling down her cheek. “The effort has been costly, but he has rendered the Brahma-Shiva artifact benign.”

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T’Pel was right, [Riker] thought. Though he shared a similar link with his Imzadi, he wished he could feel as much certainty about the success of Deanna’s mission, or at least her well-being. Then he recalled the tear he had seen on T’Pel’s cheek. Her bond with Tuvok must have been powerful indeed to provoke such an intense emotional reaction in a Vulcan; perhaps having such an intimate connection could be a mixed blessing. Image 2:

T’Pel maintained her patient vigil at her husband's bedside, just as she had done for the entirety of the three previous days and the four previous nights.

A soft voice spoke from directly behind her. “You need to eat or drink something, T’Pel.”

T’Pel turned to face Counselor Troi. “Thank you, Counselor. But I am not experiencing any difficulties at the moment.”

T’Pel suddenly noticed a change on the overhead bio monitor. Her husband’s life signs had abruptly strengthened.

“She is correct, my wife,” Tuvok said, his voice sounding dry as Vulcan’s Forge, his eyes still closed. “You must take better care of yourself.”

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“Do not be concerned about me, my husband. You should concentrate instead upon your recovery.” “Pulse, respiration, EEG,” Ogawa said. “All life signs have strengthened. But they are also growing less stable.”

“Twenty ccs inaprovaline,” Ree said.

Ogawa nodded, then picked up a hypospray and began to set it.

“I prefer the…traditional Vulcan method of regaining consciousness,” Tuvok said, his eyes still tightly closed. “My wife, please attend me.”

Ogawa and Ree exchanged confused looks for a moment, then stepped aside to clear a path for T’Pel.

T’Pel silently crossed to the biobed, pulled Tuvok’s shoulders until he had reached a slouched sitting position, and then methodically, unemotionally began to deliver a series of hard slaps across his face. Forehand. Backhand.

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Suddenly both his inner and outer eyelids opened, and his combat trained hands moved swiftly to immobilize T’Pel’s. 

She remained at his side, gazing into his dark eyes as Ree and Ogawa scanned him. Her right index and middle fingers became her only point of physical contact with him, touching the same two fingers on Tuvok’s left hand.