Okay, I've just given myself a challenge. Write a Trip/Hoshi fanfic in half an hour. I have no idea what's going to come of this. It might be a drabble, or it might be longer. I dunno, guess we'll see, eh? It takes place during Twilight, in a slightly different version of that alternate universe.
"I love you, Captain Tucker."
"I love you too, Hoshi."
"Good. Now go to sleep. I'll see you in the morning." Hoshi sighed as she snuggled into her husband's arms. Trip smiled as he wrapped his arms around his wife.
"G'night, darlin'."
"Mmm." She barely responded, mostly asleep already. Despite her instructions for him to rest, she invariably fell asleep first. Trip sighed as he soaked in her warmth. It was moments like this he enjoyed most, moments where he could actually relax and just be close to her. He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of her breathing until he fell asleep.
A memory is a strange thing, isn't it? Jon thought to himself as he walked the corridors of what used to be his ship, manned by his crew. It had been taken from him many years ago, but he didn't remember. He'd woken up one day and found out that twelve years had gone by without his knowledge. This sucks, he thought. Bit of an understatement.
He wasn't happy to be reunited with his old friends. To him, he'd seen them all yesterday. He felt awkward, miserable, and angry. Not at them, of course, but at life, at the universe. Mostly, though, he felt awkward, out of place. They've moved on without me. The realization came soon after he entered the mess hall. The crew – and his friends – didn't ignore him, but they didn't exactly accept them, either. At the same time, he did enjoy watching them. He could almost convince himself that nothing had happened, nothing had changed. Except for one thing, one thing that nagged at his mind and wouldn't let itself be ignored.
He'd noticed Hoshi's rings when she'd hugged him after his arrival, but he didn't say anything. He didn't say anything when he saw the glint of silver on Trip's finger, and he didn't say anything when Hoshi touched Trip's arm as she walked past him and let it linger far too long for professionalism or friendship's sake. He couldn't hold back, though, when Hoshi put her arms around Trip's waist and hugged him tightly, when Trip hugged her back and kissed her gently on the forehead.
"When…how long…you're married?" He stammered.
"Just about ten years now, Cap'n."
"Uh…congratulations, I suppose. A little late."
"Just a little, Captain." Hoshi joked.
It was shortly after that Jon couldn't take it any longer. T'Pol found him sitting quietly alone, contemplating time and memory. Jon didn't say anything about it, but T'Pol's hand lingered on his shoulder far too long for mere friendship. The two sat in silence for a while, looking anywhere but at each other.
She loves me. She's been taking care of me for twelve years, and I don't remember any of it. She remembers everything. She's getting closer to me, and I keep on drifting away. He could only hope that Phlox's procedure would be successful, that he could come to repay her at least in part for all she had given. He could only hope and wait.
"It worked," was all Hoshi had to say. "Trip, it worked!"
Professionalism be screwed, Captain Charles Tucker III thought as he hugged his wife in the corridor and lifted her off the ground. He spun her around in the air and put her down before wrapping his arm around her shoulders. They hurried in silence to sickbay to greet their old friend and Captain, wondering where the future would lead, but optimistic and looking forward to the rest of their lives.
Well? I did it! Only took me 30 minutes. Hope you enjoyed it! I guess it turned into an Archer/T'Pol thing too. Please review!