Hey, you all! This fic was actually the first one I ever wrote (back in 2002) and it's the REVISED version. Sorry in advance for the short chapters.

This was originally posted in The Linguistics Database forumas were all my other Star Trek: Enterprise fics.

Title: It Hurts to Know (Revised)
Author: Chele
Rating: PG-13
Category: General
Codes: Tu/S, R/S, All
Summary: The Enterprise crew bond in many ways.
Author's Notes: This is the revised version of the first fic I wrote. Trust me; you wouldn't want to read/re-read the original script (my first fic ever!). Set after Season One and during Season Two.
Disclaimer: Not making any money from this; the only thing I'm receiving is knowing that the readers have satisfied grins plastered on their faces. But I did make up the species' of Horienzi and Oknashta.

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Chapter One: Distress

Ensign Hoshi Sato, communications officer of the NX-01 Enterprise, sat at her console, bored beyond belief. She had given up on conjugating Klingon verbs. Instead, she played with her console, hoping she looked busy with something really important. The crew hadn't encountered any aliens since the alien, commander Tucker was stranded with, on the secluded planet. She never got a chance to meet him face-to-face, but she figured from the bruises on the commander's face, she was fortunate not to. She had to admit the bruises worried her, well; little things about the commander worried her. He seemed too reckless when it came to first contact situations. Hoshi began to notice she was worrying about Trip more than usual lately.

Static. Hoshi's eyes widened and she bent her head to her console, waiting for her ears to pick up what she believed she heard. Beeping.

"Captain" Hoshi called to Archer. He immediately sat upright in his chair. "I'm hearing something. I believe it's…a distress signal."

"Are you sure, Ensign?" Archer asked.

Hoshi nodded, working on her console. "I think I have something."

"Bakarif moafwat itfa! Bakarif moafwat itfa!" the comm. blasted.

"Hoshi, what is it saying?" Archer asked, concern etched on his face.

"I'm not sure, Captain. It's so jumbled, I…I can't make out a word," Hoshi replied.

"Ensign Mayweather, can you get the location of the distress call?" Archer asked the helmsman.

"Yeah, just a second." After a pause, "Okay, I've found them," Travis said.

"Excellent." Archer looked at his bridge crew. "I believe we have a rescue mission."

Hoshi smiled, knowing the look Archer had. It was as if he were a little boy about to receive a reward for doing his chores.