Author: Becky and Yellybean…a little By Emily aka Spike
Title: A Ticklish Situation
Codes: T/T, A, R, S, P, M maybe.. I think we have everyone in here…
Disclaimer: We do not own Enterprise, only our demented sense of humor…
Summary: Ok.. There is like just about no plot to this story… I mean it seems like there is a plot for some time.. Then there isn't.. it's just T/T fluff…. J all good!
Ok Before you read you must understand that this was written VIA IM so that explains the odd formatting.. And just so you know not everyone will not be totally in character for a bit in here.. But we (kinda) have an explanation for that.. We want T/T and we will do anything to get it! Even take them a little out of character so if ya don't like it DARN!! WAH!! Don't read it! J have fun!!
And a thousand Thanks to Em for Beta-ing this
A Ticklish Situation
"One dark night when the day was bright two dead boys stood up to fight, one was blind the other couldn't see so they asked the devil to referee, they stood back to back and faced each other, drew their swords and shot each other, a deaf policeman heard the noise, came and killed the two dead boys, if you don't believe my lie is true, ask the blind man he saw it too"
"That is illogical"
"It isn't supposed to be logical." Trip groaned, and rolled his eyes. T'Pol adjusted a candle and pushed some hair behind her ear.
"So you and crewman soon to be shot done with your 'who can grow their hair the longest before snapping their neck' contest" Trip asked, curious.
"And by the way, I really like your candles." Trip babbled on at her stony glare. The woman made him damn uncomfortable.
"I am not involved in any 'who can grow their hair the longest before snapping their neck' contest," she told him, her icy glare unwavering.
"Well, it was either that or you are in serious need of a haircut." Trip flicked his long braid round his shoulder and grinned.
"It was not my fault that we ended up in this time period. It was a miscalculation on your part as I recall."
"Hey! It's not my fault we ended up in the damn sixties!"
Trip rubbed furiously at the flower painted on his cheek, violently cursing the day he entered the academy.
T'Pol leaned over her mediation candles and said in a husky seductive voice "now it's just you and me, hippies believed in free sex and drugs, wanna try some of that"
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Trip awoke screaming and sweating profusely
He sat panting for a moment. "Damn hippie aliens," He muttered. The planet they were orbiting believed totally in hippie values. Hence Trip's flower and braid. He was brought to his senses by his door chime ringing.
He stood up and walked slowly to the door, afraid of whom it might be. He was still uncomfortable from the strange dream, but managed to get to the door and open it. Once it was open, he wished he'd never gotten up. T'Pol stood in the doorway, looking as if she had just gotten out of bed. She looked as uncomfortable as he felt, which made him even more uncomfortable. "T'Pol.... what can I do for ya?"
"I heard you scream commander, I was wondering if you were all right."
Even with the dream still fresh in his mind, Trip could not resist teasing T'Pol. "How could you be sure it was me?"
"Your room is adjacent to mine and your accent is easily distinguishable. There was no doubt that it was you," she told him matter-of-factly.
Trip began to giggle. "Commander?" T'Pol asked. Trip merely giggled more. He fell to the ground giggling.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Trip screamed as he shot up in bed. He pondered what this weird dream was about and why he'd dreamed that he'd had a dream, but his door chime interrupted his thoughts.
He lie back down in bed and turned over to see T'Pol laying next to him sleeping "what the Hell!" he yelled stirring T'Pol from her slumber.
"What is it commander?"
"What the Hell are you doing here!" Trip screamed and wondered if this was another dream. He stared at T'Pol and backed up toward the wall pinching himself "ow ow ow ow" T'Pol followed him out of bed and toward the wall. But just as she was about to reach him, the door chimed again. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Trip screamed. But he was still in his room, unable to wake himself, still hoping it was a dream.
Trip woke up, properly this time. He was gasping for breath, and lying in sickbay.
"Are you all right commander?" T'Pol asked. Slowly Trip remembered the strange drinks the 'hippie' aliens had forced down his throat. T'Pol came over to him and placed a hand on his arm. "Dr. Phlox informs me physical contact should speed your recovery, although I am highly skeptical." Trip merely giggled. At her raised eyebrow he giggled even more.
"Commander?" she asked, confused.
"Sorry... I just.... thought of something." Trip continued to giggle until he remembered one of his *other* dreams, and realized that T'Pol's hand was on his arm. He quickly pulled away from her and looked at her uncomfortably.
"Commander?" She asked again. "Is there something wrong?"
Trip shook his head before another fit of laughter overtook him. He was shaking, and tears streamed down his face. T'Pol placed her hand on his arm again, but instead of calming him this made him laugh harder.
The Doctor came around a curtain in sickbay carrying a hypospray and injected Trip in the arm. Trip calmed and his laughter dissolved into light giggling. T'Pol kept her hand on his arm. For some reason, she just didn't want to move it.
"Doctor, is there something wrong with the commander?"
The doctor quickly scanned Trip "Nothing that I can find."
"NO....no... nothing… wrong...." Trip managed within his giggling. After regaining most of his composure he continued, "no sorry just thought of something funny"
"Either that," Phlox said walking away "or you've become incredibly ticklish"
Trip began to giggle quietly again. T'Pol watched him puzzled.
"Perhaps the Commander IS ticklish, Doctor." With that, she removed her hand, expecting him to stop giggling once and for all. But he continued his half-muffled giggling and she returned her hand. "Or perhaps he simply remembered a humorous moment," she corrected. This, fortunately, did not elicit any extra laughing.
Trip relaxed a bit, and T'Pol shifted so she could sit on the edge of the bio bed. This sent Trip into fresh waves of giggles. T'Pol raised her eyebrow.
"Now...now you're tickling...me" Trip gasped out
T'Pol's eyebrow climbed even higher. She removed her hand.
This didn't seem to help Trips ticklishness... He continued to laugh and spoke incoherently "T'P..Lg....Fd...Gll...EE...HG...Stp...Dct...Ft..."
"I haven't eaten in quite some time, I believe I will go and have lunch, Sub-Commander, do you believe you can watch over the commander effectively?"
"I believe so doctor" T'Pol answered and continued to sit on the edge of the bed. T'Pol's response seemed to elicit even more laughter from Trip who was now doubling over clutching his arm where T'Pol had been holding it.
T'Pol watched Phlox go, wondering why she had said she could watch the commander. He was obviously mad. But so was she, for wanting to stay.
She picked up a scanner and ran it over Trip. It showed that a diagnostic on the system was needed. T'Pol picked up another scanner, and scanned Trip. It showed that his skin was overly sensitive. T'Pol picked up a sampler, intending to get a sample of his skin. Trip squirmed before she even touched him.
"I do not intend to hurt you Commander"
Trip stopped giggling finally and looked at T'Pol with big blue puppy eyes "No please no" he bit his lower lip and clutched his arm against his chest.
"Commander please allow me to test your skin" T'Pol was growing irritated at his behavior but she was strangely drawn to his eyes, she couldn't understand why.
Trip slid off the bed and started to back up toward the wall of sickbay, "No no, please, I'll give you anything, Please, no" he chanted his eyes not wavering from hers for even an instant
T'Pol closed in on his position still holding the sampler, she didn't know why she was so drawn to him, it was illogical, but what was illogical, she didn't even know what she was doing.
Trip tried to escape, but T'Pol grabbed him. She caught a hold of him and Trip began to giggle hysterically. "Please.... No...can't take...can't stand..." T'Pol dragged the sampler down his arm, trying for a decent sample. Trip laughed even harder. "Please...stop...tickling me!" T'Pol released him. She felt a pang of disappointment as his laughter began to fade. Then she chided herself. Vulcans do not like humans. Nor do they like making them laugh.
T'Pol finally let go of his arm but this didn't seem to help, Trip continued laughing and started doubling over, T'Pol was afraid he would collapse and decided she had to find a way to stabilize him.
After quickly thinking she decided she must get him back to a biobed, but with his skin being overly sensitive she would have to make certain she only touched his clothing, this would prove difficult as his jump-suit top and black shirt were off leaving only his blue undershirt.
"Commander." T'Pol said carefully. "Can you get back to a biobed?"
Trip nodded. Tears of laughter were running down his face. T'Pol waited for him to move. She waited. And waited. But he remained doubled over giggling. T'Pol decided that the best way to get him to a biobed would be to pull him. She grabbed his sides and guided him to a biobed, even as he laughed hysterically.
"T'Pol?" Archer asked, standing in the doorway of sickbay.
"I believe you must ask the commander for an explanation," T'Pol said honestly. She took the sample of skin she had gotten and ran the scan of it. There was nothing that would indicate why Commander Tucker was acting so strangely. "Trip?" The Captain asked curiously "something you want to tell me?"
"No." Trip said. He had stopped giggling, and was watching T'Pol wearily.
"Trip?" Archer asked, growing more curious by the second. He moved towards his best friend, who jumped back.
Archer's eyebrow shot up in a good imitation of T'Pol's.
"I would not suggest touching him sir, his skin is extremely sensitive, the scans are inconclusive, I can not determine what caused this sudden ailment" T'Pol reported. "Where is the doctor?" The Captain asked confused. He glanced around seeing no one looked back at T'Pol raising his eyebrow yet again.
"He left to have dinner"
Trip watched T'Pol and the Captain talk with a growing sense of unease. He couldn't hear them, and that made him nervous. Archer came over to him. Trip backed away. Archer stopped about a foot away. "Trip, have you drunk anything odd? Eaten anything strange?"
"No I swear!" Trip said. "I just woke up and couldn't stand anyone touching me."
"It seems to have gotten worse," T'Pol stated blankly. A part of her longed for him to smile again, but that part was shouted down by the rest of her.
Trip started laughing unbelievably loudly and strongly. He was clutching his undershirt and attempting to rip it off.
T'Pol and Archer grabbed hold of Trip. Archer held him down while T'Pol wrestled his shirt over his head. Trip squirmed, and T'Pol felt suddenly sorry for him. He obviously hated what was happening. Archer had once told T'Pol tickling was a way that humans showed affection to each other. If that was the way that humans showed affection, Trip was getting more affection then he wanted or needed. Archer left to get the doctor, and T'Pol stayed with Trip. Forgetting herself she began to run her fingers through his hair. Trip actually didn't seem to mind, giggling quietly when she put too much pressure on him. T'Pol began to softly tickle the back of Trip's neck. Trip's giggles got louder. But he didn't tell her to stop.
Then Trip grabbed her other hand.
He'd stopped giggling. Finally. T'Pol pulled her hand free, and began to tickle him properly.
Trip began to laugh again, and every giggle that came out of his mouth made T'Pol's heart sing for joy.
"No...no...no...don't...stop it!" He giggled.
"Don't stop?" T'Pol asked, with just a hint of mischief in her eyes.
T'Pol gladly would have kept on, but she heard voices coming. So she stopped, and helped the giggling commander to a biobed.
The doctor and the Captain came through the doors of sickbay to see T'Pol helping Trip onto a biobed, Trip himself was holding onto T'Pol for dear life as he was set down onto the bed, his strength was nearly gone from all the laughing.
"Trip the doctor and I have decided to go back to the planet and see if anyone there has any idea what happened to you. You can stay here with T'Pol, she can make sure you don't get any worse."
"No, Captain let me come, I know who I saw and what I did, I can help you!" Trip pleaded.
"Trip, it's 20 degrees down there, you can't wear your shirt, you'll freeze, just stay here with T'Pol"
"I can't...I...no!" Trip giggled helplessly. Neither Archer nor Phlox saw T'Pol's hand snake around the back of Trip's knee and lightly scratch it.
"See, that's why you have to stay here." Archer said firmly. He and Phlox left.
"See that you give the commander lots of fluids." Phlox called.
The moment Phlox and Archer exited the room Trip spun and looked at T'Pol with an almost desperate look"...why..." he asked weakly.
"Isn't it obvious" T'Pol answered
Trip just stared at her. T'Pol walked over to him. She began to run her fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes, and lay still, comforted by T'Pol's actions.
T'Pol felt something inside her snap. She needed this human so badly...and yet she couldn't have him!!! He giggled pathetically and T'Pol noticed her other hand had been tickling his stomach merely by resting on him. She removed it and continued stroking his hair.
T'Pol continued running her hands through his hair it seemed to be as calming for her as it was for him, she didn't stop until she realized he was asleep.
She began stroking his hair again, but decided instead to simply watch him. He was finally quiet and very still. She had begun to think that she would never see him like this again.
She sighed, and moved to a chair near his biobed. She would be ready if he woke up. She would be right there.