I Naviganti 2: "K'lalatar Prnak'lirli K'lalatar Prkori
(Infinite Combinations in Infinite Diversity)"
by Monica MicioGatta
with Seti's collaboration
Dedicated to my Mother
Author's Notes: «Star Trek: Enterprise» and its characters are not mine. I used them only to enjoy myself and I'll bring them back at home before midnight. No payment was received for this work. T'Mir in this story is my own creation.
I'm writing my stories in Italian because this is my native language and I enjoy doing it (and Seti - my best friend and my first betareader - doesn't want to read them in English). I'm trying to translate them into English, because my friend Mihaela told me there's a lot of people who would like to read it, and Asso and Seti agree. So if you like them, please, let me know. There's no reason to continue in translation if no one is interested in them.
This story is partially set between «Harbinger» and «E2» in the universe of "Enterprise" and partial in an Alternate Universe.
There are some references to the stories «Eternal Warrior» by Stub and Quills and «Gateway» by Quills. All the similarities to other stories are accidental.
Many thanks to my best friends and first betareaders (in Italian) Seti and Franz, to Asso, Opalsmith and all the «How cute is Connor Trinneer/Trip Tucker?» fans on TrekUnited who supported me in this work, in particular to Tishkajaku, who patiently betaread my first work, and to Zero Credibility, who's betareading this one :).
§1
Trip Tucker put his foot on the edge of the catwalk, clinging to the railing, and pulled up without using the stairs. He no longer felt any effect from walking near the warp drive. He vaguely regretted the time when the delta-rays emitted by engines made him sick. At least that meant he wasn't inured to it.
He began to do the routine checks. Everything was as it should be.
«Commander?»
Trip looked up to the heavens, when he heard the Vulcan's flat voice. «What do you want, Soval?» he asked.
«The captain asked me to help you to do the diagnostics.»
The engineer turned toward him. «I'm already done.» He gave him a sidelong glance. «Tell the captain that everything is alright here.»
«Mayweather must have hit a bump, because my engines are perfect.» (Yes, I know this is an obsession).
Trip smiled slightly when he saw T'Pol coming.
«Soval, you can return to Captain Forrest.» she said, drawing back a lock of hair from her face. «I will help the commander.»
The Vulcan went onto the catwalk and began the diagnostic checks.
«I've checked everything.» Trip said, his voice annoyed. But T'Pol didn't stop working on the console. «You think you know more than me?» Tucker went up to her, pressing up against her side.
«I think it's best to double check.»
Trip put his fingers through the Vulcan's long hair. «How much time is left to your next pon farr?»
She turned away abruptly. «There is something in the collector. It's dirty.»
«You haven't answered me,» he exclaimed, grabbing her arm.
T'Pol turned, looking at him hard. «I've already told you that we Vulcans mate once every seven years.»
Tucker pulled her toward him, squeezing her against his body. «I bet that another mating before then would give you the same pleasure.»
She pulled free. «We must clean the collector.» Swiftly, she climbed down from the catwalk.
Trip sighed slightly. «Bitch.» he whispered. He ran a hand through his hair, reflected in a display panel. He knew he was desirable and didn't accept that a woman could have rejected him. Above all, a Vulcan slave.
(To be continued...)
This work is already finished and betareaded in Italian, if you can speak Italian you can read it on my blog. If not... be patient and leave comments, if I see there's someone interested in my stories, I'll try to translate them as soon as possible.
