To think, this story was going nowhere fast until Dee mentioned "Hot springs", LoL! Let me know if you spot the place I had paused at for two whole months......As it's often mentioned, Star Trek and it's affiliates belong to Paramount, they're used her solely for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to persons living or dead are purely intentional (when in doubt, go with what you know!).
Enjoy! ~ Talani ~
Title - Give and Take
Author - Talani Silverwolf
Codes - Pairings A/T'P & T/S, Rating PG
Genre - General/Romance
Sitting in the relative warmth of Duwal's lair, the away team enjoyed the hospitality of their gracious host. The entire place was carved into the side of a mountain, consisting of several small chambers semi-circling a large primary one. The entrance was sealed by a thick solid wooden slab bound in metal, which they had learned was to protect the occupants from the ferocious winds that sprang up as the sun set. During the fall though, they tended to be stronger and often left behind exposed oar deposits in the ranges.
Captain Archer studied Duwal a moment, the fellow was a giant of a man, topping at about 2m even, his spouse, Launia was nearly half that height. They called themselves Bokkate; humanoids with the notable characteristic of small horns crowning their heads. They also seemed to posses a highly developed congenial nature, offering them shelter in their own domicile to wait out the coming storm.
Duwal insisted on refilling their mugs with a potent mead, which he admitted to brewing himself, whenever more food was served. Launia brought by a different platter each time she returned from the hearth, the current one was heaped with an assortment of roasted vegetables. Her meek voice was couched in a polite tone, "Would you care to try this dish?"
Captain Archer accepted instantly, as did Commander Tucker and Ensign Sato, the fourth member of their party hesitated as she carefully examined the contents before nodding to the woman. Trip waited till Luania served her husband before leaning over in the Sub-commander's direction and whispering, "Watsa matter? Fraid she might poison ya or somethin'?"
With an almost imperceptible look she cooly replied, "I have noticed a use of animal protein in many of her offerings."
The Captain, who was seated next the her, leaned back slightly and muttered at Trip out of the corner of his mouth, "Commander, don't start."
With a hurt innocent look, Trip placed a splayed finger hand on the center of his chest, "What I'd do?"
Archer smiled to the couple as they stopped to see what was going on before landing a meaningful glare at the engineer. Trip put on an indignant face, he turned towards Sato and haughtily said, "Make a note of that Ensign, no baiting the Vulcan in mixed company."
Hoshi giggled at his theatrics, but quickly schooled her features to a concerned expression as she chided Tucker, "Commander, it's common knowledge that the Sub-commander is a strict vegetarian."
He snorted at the somber note in her delivery then turned and gave her a humorous grin as he winked. Turning back to glance over at the Captain, he silently mouthed 'Sorry', before lifting the plate he'd set in his lap.
Captain Archer watched Trip a moment to be certain that no more rhetorical comments were going to be issued from the irrepressible Engineer. He shook his head as he shifted his sight to the object of those comments. Although slight of frame, Sub-commander T'Pol had a hidden strength that still impressed him. It was a mystery to him why she tolerated it at all, sometimes Trip stepped way over the line with his attempts to raise her dander.
He realized she was regarding him with a slightly quizzical look. With an embarrassed grin, he ducked his head and went about finishing what was on his plate.
Duwal came over and joined them, squeezing his massive form between T'Pol and Tucker on the large bench next to the central fire. His deep booming voice made her wince slightly as he spoke, "Did you enjoy the food? Good! No doubt you will be wanting to retire soon, eh?"
The Captain smiled as he raised his hand to Duwal, "We don't want to inconvenience you Duwal, we'll be fine in our craft."
"Nonsense Captain! It's no inconvenience. Besides, the winds are much to strong, you'd never make it!"
Launia drew near and smiled shyly at him, "Captain Archer, we have an extra chamber for two, as our guest, you will sleep in our chamber tonight."
"I appreciate your offer, but we really should be making our way back to the shuttle." He stood as he finished to emphasise his point. Duwal sighed as he rose, clapping a mighty hand on the Captain's shoulder.
"Come. Since you won't be convinced any other way, let me show you why we prefer to build our homes out of living rock."
Archer followed him through a narrow tunnel that led to a small cramped chamber, along the walls were five metal panels. Duwal went to the closest one and unscrewed the bolts holding it to the wall. As the plate came away, a 4 inch wide slit was revealed, the room was sucked of it's warmth in seconds as the wind screamed through the opening.
Duwal made certain the bolts were as tight as they would go before facing the outsider. "You see, it would be suicide to wander into that!"
The Captain was amazed by the wind's raw fury, in just a short time the wind speeds must have easily surpassed gale force measurements. They returned to the main portion of the home, Archer stood next to the fire trying to get some warmth back into his chilled body while accommodations were being assigned by Launia.
His thought wandered aimlessly while he stared at the leaping flames, a light touch on his arm brought him back with a start as he turned and he was met by a slightly concerned gaze. T'Pol's soft inquiry held a note of humor, "Captain, were you coming?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure."
"Commander Tucker seems to feel that his rights are somehow being,..violated."
"How so?"
"Apparently, the master chamber has a larger bed. The one in the room he has been assigned to while large, has only a small heater to warm it and no fireplace. Also, the master chamber has a separate bathing area consisting of a natural hot spring."
As they followed Launia down the hall into a poorly lit section, Archer thought tonight was going to be interesting. The way he heard it, it was his choice who would be joining him. He was glad that Trip and Hoshi were the ones who had made the initial trip down with him. It made his decision so much easier when Launia asked who he chose to share the room with.
As Duwal ushered him and T'Pol through the door, Archer glimpsed Trip sticking his tongue out at their retreating backs before he turned to follow their hostess. He was glad they had taken the time to closely monitor these people before landing so that many of the faux pas were avoided. Like two people of the same gender sleeping in one bed, an act that would earn the perpetrators a one way ticket out of town.
He glanced around the room before letting his gaze rest on the other occupant, noticing her rigid posture. Racking his brain to find just the right words, he casually said, "I guess it could be worse Sub-commander, the Bokkat don't seem to have many taboos, and the few they do have all appear to center around acceptable behavior between genders."
"Captain, we too are governed by rules that deal with acceptable behavior. One of which clearly states that there should be no fraternizing of crew."
He made a rude sound as he threw his hands into the air, "So what was I suppose to do? Say 'Thanks, but we're not allowed to sleep with persons of the opposite sex?'. Besides, it's not like anything is going to happen just because we spend the night together in the same room!"
T'Pol wished he hadn't insisted on visiting with this couple so long, now the away team was stuck on the planet's surface with no way off till the storm abated. It made her uncomfortable being alone in the room with him. She could find no definite reason behind the feeling, and it would have been inappropriate for her to decline according to everything they had learned before landing.
Archer was muttering under his breath as he grabbed one of the towels off the bed and marched into the adjoining bathing area, yanking the curtain separating the rooms across the threshold and announced angrily, "If it would make you feel any better, I could sleep in here! God knows it would be a whole lot warmer than in a bed with you!"
Unaccountably, his comment stung. She turned around and felt a chill in the air, making her shiver. Noticing the pile of bedding, she walked over and pulled a thick blanket from it and wrapped it firmly around her shoulders, then she went over to stand before the blazing fire.
The sound of splashing caught her attention, the geothermal pool must be quite large to allow for such energetic bathing. Just as she decided to ignore the noise, the distinct sound of a body striking the surface hard was followed by a gurgling sputter. Uncertain if she should investigate, she approached the entrance and called out, "Is everything all right Captain?"
There was no response.
Tossing the blanket aside, T'Pol pulled open the partition and surveyed the room. The wide circular area was lit by a large chandelier hanging from the center of the ceiling, an assortment of potted plants lined most of the wall. Steam rose from the surface of the pool before her, the escaping heat did nothing to warm the air itself. It was hard to determine what the depth was; small agitated waves slapped the artificial sides and spilled out onto the tiled floor surrounding it.
There was no sign of the captain. Stepping quickly over to the edge, she looked to see if there were any openings that might lead out from under the surface. Suddenly, something grabbed her by the ankle and pulled, she lost her balance and toppled into the water.
Breaking the surface, she heard maniacal laughter. Turning towards the source and wiping water from her eyes, she saw the captain, red faced, doubled up and pointing at her. Apparently there was a shallow end, because where Captain Archer stood, the water came only to his waist while at her location, it reached up to her neck.
In as dignified a tone as possible, she said, "I fail to see the humor in so childish a prank."
Gasping to catch his breath, he replied, "I just figured it might help you feel easier about the sleeping arrangements if you had a nice warm bath before going to bed."
Not wanting to admit to him that she didn't know how to swim, she awkwardly struggled to the shallower waters. His amusement faded as he watched, a slight frown crossed his face. As she neared him, he took hold of her arm and gently helped steadied her as she stood there shaking.
Concerned, he softly asked, "Are you all right?"
She just nodded her head as she tried to get her anxieties under control. But his hand on her arm was having an effect on her, as new and unfamiliar desires washed over her. Taking a deep breath, she glanced up at him and noted the contrite expression on his face.
Managing to assemble her feelings into some semblance of order, she threw her shoulders back and shook loose his grasp on her arm, adding cooly, "I would prefer in the future that you save your impromptu tricks for someone who would appreciate them, say Commander Tucker."
Archer stared at her, relieved that she sounded normal, but felt an echo of something he wasn't quite sure how to define. When he'd had a hold of her, he'd sensed her fear and something more. Uncertain if he should ask, he decided to let it pass for now.
"Look, I'm sorry. I had no idea your training didn't include swimming."
Her eyes narrowed as she replied, "I am quite capable."
"Sure you are.", he quipped, his sense of humor returning.
"What do you mean?"
He answered with a grin, "From where I was standing, your efforts were a bit...awkward."
"Well then, perhaps you should demonstrate an appropriate technique." Without any warning, she took hold of him and tossed him halfway across the pool. He came up sputtering, a shocked look on his face. It quickly changed to one of mischief as he gave her a leer before submerging.
Due to the dunking she'd given him, she couldn't make out where he was through the roiling surface. Turning about, she caught sight of him too late. He had skimmed the bottom until he was right next to her, and with a gleeful motion, took hold of both her legs and gave a yank.
This time she was prepared as her head went under, and with a swift kick she was able to break free from him. He wasn't ready to relent though, and easily came up along side her. As he did, he reached out and pulled her to him, capturing her against his chest before dragging her to the surface.
She started to struggle then stopped as she realized they were in a deep area, a slight quiver entered her voice as she spoke, "This is not necessary Captain."
His response was couched in an innocent tone, "But I though you said to demonstrate an 'appropriate' technique?"
"Please..."
A tremor ran through her and he looked at her more closely. The color had drained from her face, her eyes were wide as she stared at the other side of the pool. He was filled with guilt as he realized all he was doing was terrifying her.
Turning her in his arms, he said, "Here, hang onto me."
With some hesitation, she did as he instructed and wrapped her arms around him. He used a sideways stroke to swim her back to shallow waters, noticing that she kept her eyes shut tight until he came to a halt.
He would never know if it was something in the mead or the amount he'd imbibed, but when T'Pol opened her eyes they met his and he felt as though he were in more danger of drowning in them than in the warm pool.
It wasn't a conscious act, what he did next; on impulse, he pulled her close and placed his lips over her's. Surprisingly, she did not protest or even attempt to pull away, instead, she seemed to welcome the contact. Encouraged, he dared to deepen the kiss.
Archer might have gone further if it weren't for the sudden pounding on the outer chamber's door, followed by a muffled, "Capt'n, I wanna discuss sumthin' with you!"
He gave a frustrated moan as he reluctantly released T'Pol, disappointed that he had to desist a most enjoyable experience. He waded to the wide steps and offered her his hand, noticing the guarded expression on her face. He silently cursed Trip's bad timing as he grabbed the towel and draped it over T'Pol's slight frame.
Continuing out, he marched across the chamber and yanked the door open. Trip's expression took on a look of surprise as he saw the state his friend was in. Dripping wet and dressed in only his skivvies, and with an irate glare that appeared to be directly aimed at him.
"Uh, you have an accident or sumthin', Capt'n?"
Trip was trying hard not to crack a smile knowing that if he did, he might spend the rest of their travels as a steward, or worse. Then he caught sight of the Sub-commander entering from the opposite room, she too was dripping wet. He turned a look of honest enquiry to the Captain, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Appears ya all have been havin' a little trouble with tha plumbing."
"Ha, ha.", Archer replied gruffly, "What's up?"
"Nu-uh! I'm curious now. How'd ya both get so soaking wet, huh?"
If looks had been bullets, Trip would have been deader than ________*. As it was, he had the good grace to at least appear contrite.
"If you really must know, we had a little misunderstanding on what level of water skills the Sub-commander possess'."
Trip's mouth formed an 'O' of surprise as he looked from the Captain to T'Pol, then he casually said, "I see."
The captain sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed, sopping wet and all. He cast his friend a dubious look as he continued in a resigned tone, "What was so important that it couldn't wait till morning Trip?"
"Well", Trip said then cleared his throat before going on, "Seems to me that ya all got more then just a nice wall heater here." He gave a meaningful look at the fireplace. "And since our hosts are sound asleep in the living area, I don't see why we couldn't negotiate a lil' on some of the amenities."
The look he received from his commanding officer was enigmatic, the tone he used neutral, "I don't see why not Trip. Here, let me show you the bathing area."
Archer got up and motioned for Trip to precede him, pausing on the threshold as Trip continued on to the edge of the now calm pool. He emitted a low whistle as he surveyed the accommodations.
"Pretty nice set up ya got here Capt'n."
Archer approached with a smile as he said, "Think so? Maybe you should take a closer look Commander." And with that, shoved his friend head long into the inviting waters. Trip resurfaced with a startled expression, he spouted a stream of water before saying, "Ya know, if you weren't my Capt'n, I'd give ya what for!"
The Captain just grinned wickedly as he enjoyed the satisfaction of getting back somewhat for the interruption of his special moment. He didn't have time to react as the quiet voice behind him intoned, "Perhaps you would be better able to demonstrate that technique we talked about if you were to join the Commander, Captain."
He was pushed forcefully back into the waters he had so recently quit. Coming up for air, he knew exactly who to blame for this dunking, pinning T'Pol with a burning glare. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn she had a mischievous glint in her eyes as she watched him tread in place.
It was about that time that Ensign Sato joined the festivities. She placed a hand over her mouth to prevent the laughter that echoed in her expression. It was plain that she had figured most of what had proceeded before she'd entered upon the scene by the way she looked at each of them in turn before finally offering, "Can anybody join this party, or is it by invitation only?"
Trip climbed out along the edge as he playfully answered, "Why I dunno, seems to me just about anybody's fair game for this sport."
Hoshi tried to avoid him as he dashed over and grabbed her, dragging her towards the pool. She squealed in turn, "No! These are NEW clothes!"
"Seems they shouldda been washed by now Ensign."
"Noooooo!" , too late, she went into the waters to come up next to the captain. With a quick toss of her head she managed to clear the clinging strands of hair from her eyes as she responded hotly, "Captain, I'd like to lodge a complaint. It seems certain 'superiors', have abused their authority by actions taken against my personage!"
Archer glanced at her as he replied resigned, "Sorry Ensign, but as we're not currently on duty, no official actions to reprimand an officer accused can be officially lodged."
"What!?"
"Regs, chapter 24, section 19."
"Oh, pooh!"
Tucker interjected then, "S'right, so deal!"
"WHAT IS THIS WE HAVE???", everyone froze at that booming query, turning towards the doorway. There stood Duwal and Launia, observing with mixed expressions of astonishment and amusement at their guest's current state.
"I was unaware that your people engaged in such frolicking, otherwise we would have invited you to the local Se-chunn."
Regaining his composure, Captain Archer quickly climbed from the sloshing pond to confront their hosts.
"I know this must look quite strange to you, but I can explain..."
Duwal waved a hand dismissingly, "No need my friend, I'm sure it is all perfectly innocent."
"Well I'm glad you're so forgiving. And don't worry about the mess, we'll be sure to mop up."
Placing his massive hand gently on his mate's back, Duwal guided her out as he casually said, "Thank you, but I believe these other two should really get themselves back to their own room so that you can dry off in private."
"Uh, of course Duwal." Jon was glad that some sanity had returned after their impromptu little fling. Once they were certain the Bokkat were out of earshot, he turned to Trip and patted him on the back as he chuckled, "Better scoot, no telling how they'd interpret this in the morning."
"Yeah", Tucker began, "sides, I think Hoshi's gonna need a little cooling off before we try to go back to bed."
"I heard that Commander!", came from the subject in question, she entered the main room in a bedraggled state, trailing a towel as she gave up her efforts to dry off. Lifting an arm, she pointed a finger accusingly at the two men, "You boys need to grow UP!", as she walked past them, they could hear her grumble, "I swear, it's like working with children sometimes!"
They exchange sheepish looks as she exited, pausing long enough to add, "Are you coming Commander, or do you plan on sleeping on the floor?"
Trip quickly went to join her, throwing his friend a put upon look before dissapearing. Archer closed the door then braced himself as he turned to face whatever repremand he was going to receive from T'Pol for his earlier actions, especially the kissing part.
*CAN BE REPLACED WITH: Kurt Borch (H. Beam Piper's 'Little Fuzzy')
Curt Cobain (Nirvana's lead singer)
Or Ray Ratliff (Parolee shot by Kern County Sheriffs after abducting two
Quartz Hill girls from Los Angeles county when an
Amber Alert was issued)
Enjoy! ~ Talani ~
Title - Give and Take
Author - Talani Silverwolf
Codes - Pairings A/T'P & T/S, Rating PG
Genre - General/Romance
Sitting in the relative warmth of Duwal's lair, the away team enjoyed the hospitality of their gracious host. The entire place was carved into the side of a mountain, consisting of several small chambers semi-circling a large primary one. The entrance was sealed by a thick solid wooden slab bound in metal, which they had learned was to protect the occupants from the ferocious winds that sprang up as the sun set. During the fall though, they tended to be stronger and often left behind exposed oar deposits in the ranges.
Captain Archer studied Duwal a moment, the fellow was a giant of a man, topping at about 2m even, his spouse, Launia was nearly half that height. They called themselves Bokkate; humanoids with the notable characteristic of small horns crowning their heads. They also seemed to posses a highly developed congenial nature, offering them shelter in their own domicile to wait out the coming storm.
Duwal insisted on refilling their mugs with a potent mead, which he admitted to brewing himself, whenever more food was served. Launia brought by a different platter each time she returned from the hearth, the current one was heaped with an assortment of roasted vegetables. Her meek voice was couched in a polite tone, "Would you care to try this dish?"
Captain Archer accepted instantly, as did Commander Tucker and Ensign Sato, the fourth member of their party hesitated as she carefully examined the contents before nodding to the woman. Trip waited till Luania served her husband before leaning over in the Sub-commander's direction and whispering, "Watsa matter? Fraid she might poison ya or somethin'?"
With an almost imperceptible look she cooly replied, "I have noticed a use of animal protein in many of her offerings."
The Captain, who was seated next the her, leaned back slightly and muttered at Trip out of the corner of his mouth, "Commander, don't start."
With a hurt innocent look, Trip placed a splayed finger hand on the center of his chest, "What I'd do?"
Archer smiled to the couple as they stopped to see what was going on before landing a meaningful glare at the engineer. Trip put on an indignant face, he turned towards Sato and haughtily said, "Make a note of that Ensign, no baiting the Vulcan in mixed company."
Hoshi giggled at his theatrics, but quickly schooled her features to a concerned expression as she chided Tucker, "Commander, it's common knowledge that the Sub-commander is a strict vegetarian."
He snorted at the somber note in her delivery then turned and gave her a humorous grin as he winked. Turning back to glance over at the Captain, he silently mouthed 'Sorry', before lifting the plate he'd set in his lap.
Captain Archer watched Trip a moment to be certain that no more rhetorical comments were going to be issued from the irrepressible Engineer. He shook his head as he shifted his sight to the object of those comments. Although slight of frame, Sub-commander T'Pol had a hidden strength that still impressed him. It was a mystery to him why she tolerated it at all, sometimes Trip stepped way over the line with his attempts to raise her dander.
He realized she was regarding him with a slightly quizzical look. With an embarrassed grin, he ducked his head and went about finishing what was on his plate.
Duwal came over and joined them, squeezing his massive form between T'Pol and Tucker on the large bench next to the central fire. His deep booming voice made her wince slightly as he spoke, "Did you enjoy the food? Good! No doubt you will be wanting to retire soon, eh?"
The Captain smiled as he raised his hand to Duwal, "We don't want to inconvenience you Duwal, we'll be fine in our craft."
"Nonsense Captain! It's no inconvenience. Besides, the winds are much to strong, you'd never make it!"
Launia drew near and smiled shyly at him, "Captain Archer, we have an extra chamber for two, as our guest, you will sleep in our chamber tonight."
"I appreciate your offer, but we really should be making our way back to the shuttle." He stood as he finished to emphasise his point. Duwal sighed as he rose, clapping a mighty hand on the Captain's shoulder.
"Come. Since you won't be convinced any other way, let me show you why we prefer to build our homes out of living rock."
Archer followed him through a narrow tunnel that led to a small cramped chamber, along the walls were five metal panels. Duwal went to the closest one and unscrewed the bolts holding it to the wall. As the plate came away, a 4 inch wide slit was revealed, the room was sucked of it's warmth in seconds as the wind screamed through the opening.
Duwal made certain the bolts were as tight as they would go before facing the outsider. "You see, it would be suicide to wander into that!"
The Captain was amazed by the wind's raw fury, in just a short time the wind speeds must have easily surpassed gale force measurements. They returned to the main portion of the home, Archer stood next to the fire trying to get some warmth back into his chilled body while accommodations were being assigned by Launia.
His thought wandered aimlessly while he stared at the leaping flames, a light touch on his arm brought him back with a start as he turned and he was met by a slightly concerned gaze. T'Pol's soft inquiry held a note of humor, "Captain, were you coming?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure."
"Commander Tucker seems to feel that his rights are somehow being,..violated."
"How so?"
"Apparently, the master chamber has a larger bed. The one in the room he has been assigned to while large, has only a small heater to warm it and no fireplace. Also, the master chamber has a separate bathing area consisting of a natural hot spring."
As they followed Launia down the hall into a poorly lit section, Archer thought tonight was going to be interesting. The way he heard it, it was his choice who would be joining him. He was glad that Trip and Hoshi were the ones who had made the initial trip down with him. It made his decision so much easier when Launia asked who he chose to share the room with.
As Duwal ushered him and T'Pol through the door, Archer glimpsed Trip sticking his tongue out at their retreating backs before he turned to follow their hostess. He was glad they had taken the time to closely monitor these people before landing so that many of the faux pas were avoided. Like two people of the same gender sleeping in one bed, an act that would earn the perpetrators a one way ticket out of town.
He glanced around the room before letting his gaze rest on the other occupant, noticing her rigid posture. Racking his brain to find just the right words, he casually said, "I guess it could be worse Sub-commander, the Bokkat don't seem to have many taboos, and the few they do have all appear to center around acceptable behavior between genders."
"Captain, we too are governed by rules that deal with acceptable behavior. One of which clearly states that there should be no fraternizing of crew."
He made a rude sound as he threw his hands into the air, "So what was I suppose to do? Say 'Thanks, but we're not allowed to sleep with persons of the opposite sex?'. Besides, it's not like anything is going to happen just because we spend the night together in the same room!"
T'Pol wished he hadn't insisted on visiting with this couple so long, now the away team was stuck on the planet's surface with no way off till the storm abated. It made her uncomfortable being alone in the room with him. She could find no definite reason behind the feeling, and it would have been inappropriate for her to decline according to everything they had learned before landing.
Archer was muttering under his breath as he grabbed one of the towels off the bed and marched into the adjoining bathing area, yanking the curtain separating the rooms across the threshold and announced angrily, "If it would make you feel any better, I could sleep in here! God knows it would be a whole lot warmer than in a bed with you!"
Unaccountably, his comment stung. She turned around and felt a chill in the air, making her shiver. Noticing the pile of bedding, she walked over and pulled a thick blanket from it and wrapped it firmly around her shoulders, then she went over to stand before the blazing fire.
The sound of splashing caught her attention, the geothermal pool must be quite large to allow for such energetic bathing. Just as she decided to ignore the noise, the distinct sound of a body striking the surface hard was followed by a gurgling sputter. Uncertain if she should investigate, she approached the entrance and called out, "Is everything all right Captain?"
There was no response.
Tossing the blanket aside, T'Pol pulled open the partition and surveyed the room. The wide circular area was lit by a large chandelier hanging from the center of the ceiling, an assortment of potted plants lined most of the wall. Steam rose from the surface of the pool before her, the escaping heat did nothing to warm the air itself. It was hard to determine what the depth was; small agitated waves slapped the artificial sides and spilled out onto the tiled floor surrounding it.
There was no sign of the captain. Stepping quickly over to the edge, she looked to see if there were any openings that might lead out from under the surface. Suddenly, something grabbed her by the ankle and pulled, she lost her balance and toppled into the water.
Breaking the surface, she heard maniacal laughter. Turning towards the source and wiping water from her eyes, she saw the captain, red faced, doubled up and pointing at her. Apparently there was a shallow end, because where Captain Archer stood, the water came only to his waist while at her location, it reached up to her neck.
In as dignified a tone as possible, she said, "I fail to see the humor in so childish a prank."
Gasping to catch his breath, he replied, "I just figured it might help you feel easier about the sleeping arrangements if you had a nice warm bath before going to bed."
Not wanting to admit to him that she didn't know how to swim, she awkwardly struggled to the shallower waters. His amusement faded as he watched, a slight frown crossed his face. As she neared him, he took hold of her arm and gently helped steadied her as she stood there shaking.
Concerned, he softly asked, "Are you all right?"
She just nodded her head as she tried to get her anxieties under control. But his hand on her arm was having an effect on her, as new and unfamiliar desires washed over her. Taking a deep breath, she glanced up at him and noted the contrite expression on his face.
Managing to assemble her feelings into some semblance of order, she threw her shoulders back and shook loose his grasp on her arm, adding cooly, "I would prefer in the future that you save your impromptu tricks for someone who would appreciate them, say Commander Tucker."
Archer stared at her, relieved that she sounded normal, but felt an echo of something he wasn't quite sure how to define. When he'd had a hold of her, he'd sensed her fear and something more. Uncertain if he should ask, he decided to let it pass for now.
"Look, I'm sorry. I had no idea your training didn't include swimming."
Her eyes narrowed as she replied, "I am quite capable."
"Sure you are.", he quipped, his sense of humor returning.
"What do you mean?"
He answered with a grin, "From where I was standing, your efforts were a bit...awkward."
"Well then, perhaps you should demonstrate an appropriate technique." Without any warning, she took hold of him and tossed him halfway across the pool. He came up sputtering, a shocked look on his face. It quickly changed to one of mischief as he gave her a leer before submerging.
Due to the dunking she'd given him, she couldn't make out where he was through the roiling surface. Turning about, she caught sight of him too late. He had skimmed the bottom until he was right next to her, and with a gleeful motion, took hold of both her legs and gave a yank.
This time she was prepared as her head went under, and with a swift kick she was able to break free from him. He wasn't ready to relent though, and easily came up along side her. As he did, he reached out and pulled her to him, capturing her against his chest before dragging her to the surface.
She started to struggle then stopped as she realized they were in a deep area, a slight quiver entered her voice as she spoke, "This is not necessary Captain."
His response was couched in an innocent tone, "But I though you said to demonstrate an 'appropriate' technique?"
"Please..."
A tremor ran through her and he looked at her more closely. The color had drained from her face, her eyes were wide as she stared at the other side of the pool. He was filled with guilt as he realized all he was doing was terrifying her.
Turning her in his arms, he said, "Here, hang onto me."
With some hesitation, she did as he instructed and wrapped her arms around him. He used a sideways stroke to swim her back to shallow waters, noticing that she kept her eyes shut tight until he came to a halt.
He would never know if it was something in the mead or the amount he'd imbibed, but when T'Pol opened her eyes they met his and he felt as though he were in more danger of drowning in them than in the warm pool.
It wasn't a conscious act, what he did next; on impulse, he pulled her close and placed his lips over her's. Surprisingly, she did not protest or even attempt to pull away, instead, she seemed to welcome the contact. Encouraged, he dared to deepen the kiss.
Archer might have gone further if it weren't for the sudden pounding on the outer chamber's door, followed by a muffled, "Capt'n, I wanna discuss sumthin' with you!"
He gave a frustrated moan as he reluctantly released T'Pol, disappointed that he had to desist a most enjoyable experience. He waded to the wide steps and offered her his hand, noticing the guarded expression on her face. He silently cursed Trip's bad timing as he grabbed the towel and draped it over T'Pol's slight frame.
Continuing out, he marched across the chamber and yanked the door open. Trip's expression took on a look of surprise as he saw the state his friend was in. Dripping wet and dressed in only his skivvies, and with an irate glare that appeared to be directly aimed at him.
"Uh, you have an accident or sumthin', Capt'n?"
Trip was trying hard not to crack a smile knowing that if he did, he might spend the rest of their travels as a steward, or worse. Then he caught sight of the Sub-commander entering from the opposite room, she too was dripping wet. He turned a look of honest enquiry to the Captain, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Appears ya all have been havin' a little trouble with tha plumbing."
"Ha, ha.", Archer replied gruffly, "What's up?"
"Nu-uh! I'm curious now. How'd ya both get so soaking wet, huh?"
If looks had been bullets, Trip would have been deader than ________*. As it was, he had the good grace to at least appear contrite.
"If you really must know, we had a little misunderstanding on what level of water skills the Sub-commander possess'."
Trip's mouth formed an 'O' of surprise as he looked from the Captain to T'Pol, then he casually said, "I see."
The captain sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed, sopping wet and all. He cast his friend a dubious look as he continued in a resigned tone, "What was so important that it couldn't wait till morning Trip?"
"Well", Trip said then cleared his throat before going on, "Seems to me that ya all got more then just a nice wall heater here." He gave a meaningful look at the fireplace. "And since our hosts are sound asleep in the living area, I don't see why we couldn't negotiate a lil' on some of the amenities."
The look he received from his commanding officer was enigmatic, the tone he used neutral, "I don't see why not Trip. Here, let me show you the bathing area."
Archer got up and motioned for Trip to precede him, pausing on the threshold as Trip continued on to the edge of the now calm pool. He emitted a low whistle as he surveyed the accommodations.
"Pretty nice set up ya got here Capt'n."
Archer approached with a smile as he said, "Think so? Maybe you should take a closer look Commander." And with that, shoved his friend head long into the inviting waters. Trip resurfaced with a startled expression, he spouted a stream of water before saying, "Ya know, if you weren't my Capt'n, I'd give ya what for!"
The Captain just grinned wickedly as he enjoyed the satisfaction of getting back somewhat for the interruption of his special moment. He didn't have time to react as the quiet voice behind him intoned, "Perhaps you would be better able to demonstrate that technique we talked about if you were to join the Commander, Captain."
He was pushed forcefully back into the waters he had so recently quit. Coming up for air, he knew exactly who to blame for this dunking, pinning T'Pol with a burning glare. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn she had a mischievous glint in her eyes as she watched him tread in place.
It was about that time that Ensign Sato joined the festivities. She placed a hand over her mouth to prevent the laughter that echoed in her expression. It was plain that she had figured most of what had proceeded before she'd entered upon the scene by the way she looked at each of them in turn before finally offering, "Can anybody join this party, or is it by invitation only?"
Trip climbed out along the edge as he playfully answered, "Why I dunno, seems to me just about anybody's fair game for this sport."
Hoshi tried to avoid him as he dashed over and grabbed her, dragging her towards the pool. She squealed in turn, "No! These are NEW clothes!"
"Seems they shouldda been washed by now Ensign."
"Noooooo!" , too late, she went into the waters to come up next to the captain. With a quick toss of her head she managed to clear the clinging strands of hair from her eyes as she responded hotly, "Captain, I'd like to lodge a complaint. It seems certain 'superiors', have abused their authority by actions taken against my personage!"
Archer glanced at her as he replied resigned, "Sorry Ensign, but as we're not currently on duty, no official actions to reprimand an officer accused can be officially lodged."
"What!?"
"Regs, chapter 24, section 19."
"Oh, pooh!"
Tucker interjected then, "S'right, so deal!"
"WHAT IS THIS WE HAVE???", everyone froze at that booming query, turning towards the doorway. There stood Duwal and Launia, observing with mixed expressions of astonishment and amusement at their guest's current state.
"I was unaware that your people engaged in such frolicking, otherwise we would have invited you to the local Se-chunn."
Regaining his composure, Captain Archer quickly climbed from the sloshing pond to confront their hosts.
"I know this must look quite strange to you, but I can explain..."
Duwal waved a hand dismissingly, "No need my friend, I'm sure it is all perfectly innocent."
"Well I'm glad you're so forgiving. And don't worry about the mess, we'll be sure to mop up."
Placing his massive hand gently on his mate's back, Duwal guided her out as he casually said, "Thank you, but I believe these other two should really get themselves back to their own room so that you can dry off in private."
"Uh, of course Duwal." Jon was glad that some sanity had returned after their impromptu little fling. Once they were certain the Bokkat were out of earshot, he turned to Trip and patted him on the back as he chuckled, "Better scoot, no telling how they'd interpret this in the morning."
"Yeah", Tucker began, "sides, I think Hoshi's gonna need a little cooling off before we try to go back to bed."
"I heard that Commander!", came from the subject in question, she entered the main room in a bedraggled state, trailing a towel as she gave up her efforts to dry off. Lifting an arm, she pointed a finger accusingly at the two men, "You boys need to grow UP!", as she walked past them, they could hear her grumble, "I swear, it's like working with children sometimes!"
They exchange sheepish looks as she exited, pausing long enough to add, "Are you coming Commander, or do you plan on sleeping on the floor?"
Trip quickly went to join her, throwing his friend a put upon look before dissapearing. Archer closed the door then braced himself as he turned to face whatever repremand he was going to receive from T'Pol for his earlier actions, especially the kissing part.
*CAN BE REPLACED WITH: Kurt Borch (H. Beam Piper's 'Little Fuzzy')
Curt Cobain (Nirvana's lead singer)
Or Ray Ratliff (Parolee shot by Kern County Sheriffs after abducting two
Quartz Hill girls from Los Angeles county when an
Amber Alert was issued)