Swapped!
Key.
Sentences/ wordsthat are bold,and are in italics, are direct thoughts .
Random italic words in a sentence are emphasis.
"Italics with speech marks" signify that what is being said within the speech marks is some distance away.
Bold is Onomatopoeia.
A/N- Original title, huh? I'm having a real writer's block on titles- not that I was ever
particularly good at them, anyway. Still, it's better than my original title of- da
da da- 'The Body Swap.' Good huh? Maybe you liked it better- let me know.
In fact, let me know if you can think of a better name for this story.
This is set in season 4- somewhere nearer the beginning, but in between
episodes. No one knows T'Pol is married, Koss hasn't been aboard, and T'Les
didn't die.
This was actually a challenge given to me by my sister, twin1. My sister and I give each other challenges a lot when we can't think of anything to write. It's fun, and I wish you were allowed to do them on this site, but- it'll probably just confuse some people. Anyway…
Disclaimer- Trip is mine, everyone else is for sale. £2 for Archer- any offers?
Nothing is mine, and no money is being paid to me, no matter how hard
and long I work at this. I'm underappreciated. I'll feel better if you
review!
Prologue Part 1- Before The Swap. (Another original title)
"How's it going down there?" Came Captain Archer's voice through the communicator.
"We have found nothing of interest." T'Pol replied. "Commander Tucker is taking pictures."
"Tha's right, Cap'n." Trip said, waving the camera around even though the Captain couldn't see it.
"Good. Keep me apprised. And be careful- don't touch anything except for the rocks to sample. You know the Krinaati forbade it. They said they'd execute us all if we disturbed something and they found out."
"Aye, Captain." T'Pol responded, closing the lid of her communicator and putting it back where she kept it. Turning around, she noticed the Chief Engineer was watching her.
"What is it?" She inquired, uncomfortable.
He smiled lazily. "Oh nothing. You look cute with cave dust on your cheek."
Brushing it off, the Vulcan glared at her friend, even though something inside of her was pleased at the compliment.
"So," Trip said, getting back to his photography. "We haven't had much time to talk lately, how's married life?"
"We correspond on occasion. Koss told me my mother had been reinstated."
"That's nice to hear. Tell your mom hi from me."
T'Pol glanced up from where she had been cataloguing rock samples. She hadn't realised Trip and her mother had become friends. "I will." She promised.
Trip nodded and turned back. Wow. He thought, noticing some carvings in the walls. They're beautiful. Forgetting his captain's orders, he reached out and touched the etched in symbols.
Sensing something, T'Pol looked up and saw what the Commander was doing. "Commander-desist." She was worried the Krinaati would follow through with their threat.
"But T'Pol, look. Some sort of jewel thing appeared when I touched a swirl. Come see."
T'Pol softened to see how excited Trip was and came for a closer look. Entranced, she reached out and touched the bright red gem.
FLASH!
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