Disclaimer: Okay this is just something to help me from being sued LOL, anyways I do not nor will i ever own any of the characters in the show Enterprise, I like the show and get inspiration so I get no money from this just the enjoyment of making a story :)
Series: Nowhere in particular
Summary: One accident, can it mean fate has interceeded or is it just any ordinary accident? If so is the cost enough for the thoughts it brings with it?
Spoilers: None that I know of
Author's Notes: Well hope you enjoy, 1st ever try at this show so here goes LOL
ACCIDENT OR FATE
CHAPTER ONE
Malcolm woke suddenly as fragments of that day flashed through his head, sighing he rubbed his eyes. Wondering why after all this time, he was still getting nightmares perhaps it was because a very good friend of his lay in a coma in sickbay. Running a hand through the mess that his hair resembled these days, he searched the darkness for his uniform. As he slipped into it, he just hoped that arriving early for his shift would take his mind off the past.
As Hoshi sat on the bridge she couldn't help but glance at Captain Archer, seeing the pain in his eyes. She could tell he was putting on a brave front for the sake of the crew but she knew he was hurting. To see someone you were close to in the state Trip was in when they finally rescued him, then have to watch uselessly as he fought a battle to live. She knew it must be hard on him, she knew it was for her.
Jonathan sat in his seat, trying to remain focused on what he had to do but the thought of Trip in sickbay kept plaguing his mind. In a way he blamed himself as he had ordered Trip to go on the team that was heading down to the planet, maybe if he hadn't then Trip would be okay. Sighing he knew it was stupid to think like that but he couldn't help but feel responsible. Looking up he caught Hoshi looking at him so he smiled quietly thanking her for worrying about him.
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Dr Phlox glanced over at his longest ever patient before sighing, wandering over he noted that the bruising around Trip's head had gone down which he hoped would encourage him to wake up. Looking at the pale face which was speckled with lacerations from his cheek across to his eye and the large ugly looking bruise which stretched from his temple down to his jaw. It was hard to place this person to the one he knew, in fact he found the comparision heartbreaking. Adjusting the machines that were keeping Trip alive he could only hope he would wake soon.
*************
As T'Pol laid in her bed attempting sleep, she woke glancing around her room. Thoughts plagued by that human, looking out into space as stars flickered and sparkled but time still moved on. She didn't know why but thoughts of Trip filled her mind, seeing him hurt like that and so vulnerable. Looking into his eyes as the hope and strength had failed, closing her eyes she composed herself. Her mind thinking back to the discussion he and her had before that fateful day.
..... TWO WEEKS AGO, 4 AM IN THE MORNING .....
T'Pol sat reading before she looked up as the door opened and she heard the familiar southern drawl of Commander Tucker as he busied himself in the kitchen making what smelled like a hot cup of steaming coffee.
" Is that wise, Commander?" Inquired T'Pol.
Trip smiled as he walked over to her, taking a seat," Yea you're probably right but kinda nervous about tomorrow so why not get some overdue work done and well coffee always helps!"
T'Pol raised an eyebrow before Trip asked," So why are you up so late?"
" I was enjoying a book." replied T'Pol, Trip sipped his coffee not entirely buying her story, she was her usual calm and collected self but there was something going on behind those brown eyes.
" Come on T'Pol, something's bugging you so how about you try a human custom and talk?"
T'Pol looked up and met those clear blue eyes, usually so hectic but now remained still filled with concern for her?
" Vulcans are taught from a very young age to take care of their feelings and problems by themselves Commander."
" T'Pol, we're not on Earth anymore or anywhere near Vulcan and I swear I won't tell a soul, you have my promise on that."
T'Pol folded her arms before she sighed, explaining," I have been pondering my future and where I want to be and what I want, most unlike my kind. I think it has to do with living and working with you and your kind." Trip chuckled softly, eyes sparkling in the dark which made T'Pol think of the stars she watched when she was alone," I have found myself wondering about a certain member of the crew, finding myself watching him and becoming slowly more attached."
Trip swallowed deeply before he remarked," The ole Capt huh?" T'Pol looked up sharply, surprise clear in her eyes before he continued," I guessed it, Captain Archer always did have a flair for the ladies but believe me when I say this T'Pol, any man who doesn't walk a thousand miles to be with you is an idiot and I am sure the Capt will see it that way."
Before she could say anything he was walking away and had already left.
PRESENT DAY .....
Snapping out of her memories, T'Pol shook her head. She should be able to control how she felt and control the memories but everything seemed so jumbled and her Vulcan teaching was not helping. Getting to her feet she grabbed the nearest thing and shrugged it on, walking from her quarters she felt people's eyes on her. Probably not used to seeing the well composed Vulcan as disorderly as she was right now.
Stumbling into the sickbay she asked," Any change?"
Phlox shook his head sadly as he busied himself in his office, leaving T'Pol to walk over and gaze down at Trip. She had forgotten how quiet he was these days, eyes trailing over his body she noted his wounds were taking a long time to heal and bruising seemed worse than last time. Then again compared to the state he was in when they first rescued him, this was an improvement. Pulling a stool up, she sat near him making herself smile slightly by wondering if he did come to, he would believe the Vulcan of all people sat by his side.
************
Malcolm hit the panel in front of him as the cries of Trip echoed through his ears, damn it why couldn't he forget. Feeling a hand on his shoulder he jumped but smiled reassuringly at a young Ensign. As she walked away he apologised and took a leave of absence, walking as quickly as he could towards his quarters. Closing the door before the whole scene unravelled before his eyes again.
..... TWO WEEKS AGO, 10 AM EXACTLY .....
" Everything checks out okay. I think we are ready to get this mission well underway." remarked Trip.
Malcolm smiled before he sat himself in the pilot's chair which earnt him a raised eyebrow from Trip," Don't give me that look despite what you might think, I can pilot a shuttlecraft."
" It's not your flying I'm worried about, it's your landing."
Malcolm laughed lightly before he hit his comms," Captain we're ready to head off." Jonathan smiled and gave the order to take off, Trip gripped at the sides of his chair which earnt him a glare from Malcolm.
Soaring through the stars, Trip checked the mission information," Alright basically we are to acquire the following herbs and anything else that might be of use to us. Sound easy enough to you?"
Malcolm smiled as he nodded, taking his attention off the controls for one second when suddenly the shuttlecraft shook violently and a gas filled the air ," What the hell!" Trip tapped at his console," Shields are down, losing oxygen and the thrusters have been knocked offline." Malcolm gasped as he tried to control the flight of the shuttlecraft, it seemed to be getting worse the closer they got to the planet.
Trip flicked a few switches," Mayday, mayday! Enterprise can you hear me? I repeat Enterprise can you hear me? We have been struck by something, thrusters are useless and we are rapidly losing oxygen, shields are minimal."
Trip growled as nothing he seemed to do worked," What the hell hit us?" Malcolm shook his head before he cried out as a sudden jolt made him lurch forward and slammed his head into the console and he was out cold. It was the next to last thing Malcolm remembered about that day, except he remembered waking up to see the bloody body of Trip lying across the front of the shuttlecraft. Eyes filled with pain as a large sharp piece of metal dug through his chest. Staggering over to him he brushed away Trip's hair and told him to keep fighting.
Malcolm sighed as he came back to the present, when were the nightmares going to stop?
END OF CHAPTER ONE!
Series: Nowhere in particular
Summary: One accident, can it mean fate has interceeded or is it just any ordinary accident? If so is the cost enough for the thoughts it brings with it?
Spoilers: None that I know of
Author's Notes: Well hope you enjoy, 1st ever try at this show so here goes LOL
ACCIDENT OR FATE
CHAPTER ONE
Malcolm woke suddenly as fragments of that day flashed through his head, sighing he rubbed his eyes. Wondering why after all this time, he was still getting nightmares perhaps it was because a very good friend of his lay in a coma in sickbay. Running a hand through the mess that his hair resembled these days, he searched the darkness for his uniform. As he slipped into it, he just hoped that arriving early for his shift would take his mind off the past.
As Hoshi sat on the bridge she couldn't help but glance at Captain Archer, seeing the pain in his eyes. She could tell he was putting on a brave front for the sake of the crew but she knew he was hurting. To see someone you were close to in the state Trip was in when they finally rescued him, then have to watch uselessly as he fought a battle to live. She knew it must be hard on him, she knew it was for her.
Jonathan sat in his seat, trying to remain focused on what he had to do but the thought of Trip in sickbay kept plaguing his mind. In a way he blamed himself as he had ordered Trip to go on the team that was heading down to the planet, maybe if he hadn't then Trip would be okay. Sighing he knew it was stupid to think like that but he couldn't help but feel responsible. Looking up he caught Hoshi looking at him so he smiled quietly thanking her for worrying about him.
*************
Dr Phlox glanced over at his longest ever patient before sighing, wandering over he noted that the bruising around Trip's head had gone down which he hoped would encourage him to wake up. Looking at the pale face which was speckled with lacerations from his cheek across to his eye and the large ugly looking bruise which stretched from his temple down to his jaw. It was hard to place this person to the one he knew, in fact he found the comparision heartbreaking. Adjusting the machines that were keeping Trip alive he could only hope he would wake soon.
*************
As T'Pol laid in her bed attempting sleep, she woke glancing around her room. Thoughts plagued by that human, looking out into space as stars flickered and sparkled but time still moved on. She didn't know why but thoughts of Trip filled her mind, seeing him hurt like that and so vulnerable. Looking into his eyes as the hope and strength had failed, closing her eyes she composed herself. Her mind thinking back to the discussion he and her had before that fateful day.
..... TWO WEEKS AGO, 4 AM IN THE MORNING .....
T'Pol sat reading before she looked up as the door opened and she heard the familiar southern drawl of Commander Tucker as he busied himself in the kitchen making what smelled like a hot cup of steaming coffee.
" Is that wise, Commander?" Inquired T'Pol.
Trip smiled as he walked over to her, taking a seat," Yea you're probably right but kinda nervous about tomorrow so why not get some overdue work done and well coffee always helps!"
T'Pol raised an eyebrow before Trip asked," So why are you up so late?"
" I was enjoying a book." replied T'Pol, Trip sipped his coffee not entirely buying her story, she was her usual calm and collected self but there was something going on behind those brown eyes.
" Come on T'Pol, something's bugging you so how about you try a human custom and talk?"
T'Pol looked up and met those clear blue eyes, usually so hectic but now remained still filled with concern for her?
" Vulcans are taught from a very young age to take care of their feelings and problems by themselves Commander."
" T'Pol, we're not on Earth anymore or anywhere near Vulcan and I swear I won't tell a soul, you have my promise on that."
T'Pol folded her arms before she sighed, explaining," I have been pondering my future and where I want to be and what I want, most unlike my kind. I think it has to do with living and working with you and your kind." Trip chuckled softly, eyes sparkling in the dark which made T'Pol think of the stars she watched when she was alone," I have found myself wondering about a certain member of the crew, finding myself watching him and becoming slowly more attached."
Trip swallowed deeply before he remarked," The ole Capt huh?" T'Pol looked up sharply, surprise clear in her eyes before he continued," I guessed it, Captain Archer always did have a flair for the ladies but believe me when I say this T'Pol, any man who doesn't walk a thousand miles to be with you is an idiot and I am sure the Capt will see it that way."
Before she could say anything he was walking away and had already left.
PRESENT DAY .....
Snapping out of her memories, T'Pol shook her head. She should be able to control how she felt and control the memories but everything seemed so jumbled and her Vulcan teaching was not helping. Getting to her feet she grabbed the nearest thing and shrugged it on, walking from her quarters she felt people's eyes on her. Probably not used to seeing the well composed Vulcan as disorderly as she was right now.
Stumbling into the sickbay she asked," Any change?"
Phlox shook his head sadly as he busied himself in his office, leaving T'Pol to walk over and gaze down at Trip. She had forgotten how quiet he was these days, eyes trailing over his body she noted his wounds were taking a long time to heal and bruising seemed worse than last time. Then again compared to the state he was in when they first rescued him, this was an improvement. Pulling a stool up, she sat near him making herself smile slightly by wondering if he did come to, he would believe the Vulcan of all people sat by his side.
************
Malcolm hit the panel in front of him as the cries of Trip echoed through his ears, damn it why couldn't he forget. Feeling a hand on his shoulder he jumped but smiled reassuringly at a young Ensign. As she walked away he apologised and took a leave of absence, walking as quickly as he could towards his quarters. Closing the door before the whole scene unravelled before his eyes again.
..... TWO WEEKS AGO, 10 AM EXACTLY .....
" Everything checks out okay. I think we are ready to get this mission well underway." remarked Trip.
Malcolm smiled before he sat himself in the pilot's chair which earnt him a raised eyebrow from Trip," Don't give me that look despite what you might think, I can pilot a shuttlecraft."
" It's not your flying I'm worried about, it's your landing."
Malcolm laughed lightly before he hit his comms," Captain we're ready to head off." Jonathan smiled and gave the order to take off, Trip gripped at the sides of his chair which earnt him a glare from Malcolm.
Soaring through the stars, Trip checked the mission information," Alright basically we are to acquire the following herbs and anything else that might be of use to us. Sound easy enough to you?"
Malcolm smiled as he nodded, taking his attention off the controls for one second when suddenly the shuttlecraft shook violently and a gas filled the air ," What the hell!" Trip tapped at his console," Shields are down, losing oxygen and the thrusters have been knocked offline." Malcolm gasped as he tried to control the flight of the shuttlecraft, it seemed to be getting worse the closer they got to the planet.
Trip flicked a few switches," Mayday, mayday! Enterprise can you hear me? I repeat Enterprise can you hear me? We have been struck by something, thrusters are useless and we are rapidly losing oxygen, shields are minimal."
Trip growled as nothing he seemed to do worked," What the hell hit us?" Malcolm shook his head before he cried out as a sudden jolt made him lurch forward and slammed his head into the console and he was out cold. It was the next to last thing Malcolm remembered about that day, except he remembered waking up to see the bloody body of Trip lying across the front of the shuttlecraft. Eyes filled with pain as a large sharp piece of metal dug through his chest. Staggering over to him he brushed away Trip's hair and told him to keep fighting.
Malcolm sighed as he came back to the present, when were the nightmares going to stop?
END OF CHAPTER ONE!