Author's Note: We're trying something a little different this time. I need to finish Twilight but I also need an outlet for something diverse, so I don't burn out on one story. So, this one is called ASnapshot. It's going to be a series of unrelated short snapshots of ideas I have for Trip and T'Pol. If, after a few, one gets traction with you guys I may develop it into a bigger story. Remember, each snapshot is on its own and not related to any of the others or any of the events from the other snapshots—they are standalones, just grouped together as…snapshots. Let me know what you think. Enjoy!

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"You did your nails," Trip said as he noticed a flash of light pink as she picked up her fork.

"They're ridiculous," T'Pol said as she placed her fork down and her hands on her lap.

"Ridiculous? Why would you say that?" Trip asked, amused.

T'Pol took in a quick breath through her nose. She knew he was baiting her in some way and she wanted to put her emotions in check before she responded.

"Ensign Sato convinced me to visit a boutique on Rigelian," T'Pol said as she looked down at her hands on her lap. "I wanted clear polish, but they didn't have that."

"No clear nail polish?" Trip asked, confused. He placed his fork down. "Seems like a standard colour to me."

"Yes, you'd think," T'Pol said with a sigh.

"So, you got pink," Trip said as he held out a hand for her to show him her nails. No one else, save a practically asleep ensign at a table in the corner was in the mess hall at 3 am. "Let me see."

"I believe you did see them, hence your comment when we began eating," T'Pol said, her hands still firmly on her lap.

Trip pulled the fingers back on his open palm a couple of times in a 'I want to see them' motion and looked at her seriously.

She looked at the ensign in the corner with his eyes closed and his head leaning against the wall behind him to make she he was truly not looking at them, before she gracefully lifted one hand and placed it down in his palm to palm.

Trip leaned over her soft hand and examined the barely blush pink nails. If it wasn't for the fact that he'd never seen her with polish, or that the barest of pink colours stood out against her more olive skin tone, or that he was observant with everything related to T'Pol, he wouldn't have noticed.

"It's pretty," Trip said with a smile as he looked at her. "I think you should keep the colour."

"I will be asking for some removal lotion in the morning once the quarter master is available," T'Pol said. "I should have just left the boutique when I had to choose a colour."

"Now, why do you say that?" Trip asked as she pulled back her hand and placed it on her lap again.

"Vulcans don't paint their nails, it's illogical," T'Pol said as she straightened in her chair.

"Illogical to make your nails pretty?" Trip asked as he sat back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

"The paint will, eventually, chip and will need to be replaced or removed," T'Pol said. "It's a temporary adornment that creates more unnecessary work for the individual who applies it."

"But did it make you feel nice to have your nails done?" Trip asked her as he narrowed her eyes, trying to surmise if she was bluffing or telling the truth.

"There was a lot more touching than I expected, a hand massage, holding my hand while she applied layer after layer or liquids and polish," T'Pol said as she crossed her arms over her chest and, without realizing it, displayed her beautifully manicured pink nails. Trip wished he could take a picture of her in this moment, as she looked both determined, uncomfortable and feminine.

"I can see how you would have trouble with the touching," Trip said as he sat forward and started to eat his pasta again. "But the result is rather nice, I like it."

He watched T'Pol, out of the corner of his eye, hold out a hand to assess her nails for a brief moment before she picked up her fork and started to eat her pasta again.

"You ready for our middle of the night space walk?" Trip asked her as he continued to eat. "I estimate it'll take just over an hour."

"I have not completed a space walk in one point two years," T'Pol admitted before she continued to eat. "It will be advantageous to get some practice."

"Captain wants all of you to be more practiced in case you need to do a repair," Trip said. "Between me, Mal, Travis, and a couple of MACOs we're logging a lot of hours in those damn suits."

"Are you growing tired of…?"

"Naw," Trip said as he finished his plate of pasta. "Those suits are not my favorite thing to wear, but I have had a chance to replace some cables and circuits and take a close up look at the grav plating."

"So, you find it advantageous?" T'Pol asked, before she finished the last of her pasta.

"It's more work, but it's different, and that's kinda nice after a few years in space," Trip said as he looked at her nails to make his point.

T'Pol picked up her plate and stood to bring it over to the galley; she didn't need to discuss her nails any further. The polish was coming off this morning.

Trip followed her with his plate and they exited the Mess together.

"And why, may I ask, is our walk at this odd hour?" T'Pol asked as they made their way to the elevator.

Trip smiled and pressed the button for the elevator.

"Trip?" T'Pol asked, with a raised eyebrow.

The elevator opened and they both walked inside. T'Pol turned her entire body to face him and crossed her arms over her chest; she wanted an answer.

"Vulcans don't need a lot of sleep, do they?" Trip asked as he turned and faced her with his hands on his hips.

"No, we do not," T'Pol said, confused by his question.

"Well, there's this distant meteor shower happening right now, and I thought it would be nice to see, outside of the ship," Trip said as he watched her for a reaction.

"Oh," T'Pol said, knowing he was right, it would be nice to see.

"That's why," Trip said with a smile as he looked down at her. The look on her face indicated he had made the right decision to take her out at this hour.

"So, you asked me to do our space walk at this time because you wanted to see the meteor shower and knew it was an inconvenient time for humans but not for Vulcans?"

Trip huffed and turned back towards the elevator doors as they opened; she didn't understand his reasoning at all.

"No, I asked you because I wanted to share this meteor shower with you, T'Pol," Trip said before he walked from the elevator, obviously annoyed at the conclusion she had, logically, jumped to.

"Oh," T'Pol said before she followed him, the entire time thinking that human mating rituals were incredibly confusing.