Chapter 2 of It Could Happen
By LikeAStone
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T'pol arched her left eyebrow.
"Well." Archer trailed off to suck in some breath in surprise and raised both of his own eyebrows.
T'pol, Archer, and Phlox were all crowded around two biobeds that had been hastily shoved together in the middle of sickbay.
"They're not, like," Archer lifted Reed's hand and dropped it. It hit the bed with a thump, "Dead? Are they?"
Phlox chuckled, "Haha, no. It would actually appear that they are adapting quite well to their new little, ah, situation."
T'pol lifted Trip's arm with a quirked eyebrow and let it fall back down with its own little thud, "Indeed."
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Captain's ready room
"I have called this staff meeting, today," Archer began, "for a very, um, good reason."
Hoshi Sato and Travis Mayweather looked around the room.
Chair.
Desk.
Captain.
Computer.
Subcommander.
Window.
Door.
Mayweather cleared his throat, "So, uh, where's the rest of the staff?"
"Funny you should mention that."
Hoshi began to look a little nervous, "I thought Trip and Malcolm came back fine from their away mission."
"Well, yeah," Archer began, "But then there was this little anomaly. . . . ."
"Oh, no," Hoshi covered her mouth, "Are they going to be OK?"
"Well, technically."
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"Phlox?" called Trip from the biobeds.
"Yes, commander?" Phlox bustled into Trip's view, clutching a tricorder.
"What the hell is going on here?"
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Sorry. I know I suck at suspense. But aren't you just bursting with curiosity???? Well, Chapter 3 is the chapter that I promise explains it all. The fun is just getting started....
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T'pol arched her left eyebrow.
"Well." Archer trailed off to suck in some breath in surprise and raised both of his own eyebrows.
T'pol, Archer, and Phlox were all crowded around two biobeds that had been hastily shoved together in the middle of sickbay.
"They're not, like," Archer lifted Reed's hand and dropped it. It hit the bed with a thump, "Dead? Are they?"
Phlox chuckled, "Haha, no. It would actually appear that they are adapting quite well to their new little, ah, situation."
T'pol lifted Trip's arm with a quirked eyebrow and let it fall back down with its own little thud, "Indeed."
* * * * *
Captain's ready room
"I have called this staff meeting, today," Archer began, "for a very, um, good reason."
Hoshi Sato and Travis Mayweather looked around the room.
Chair.
Desk.
Captain.
Computer.
Subcommander.
Window.
Door.
Mayweather cleared his throat, "So, uh, where's the rest of the staff?"
"Funny you should mention that."
Hoshi began to look a little nervous, "I thought Trip and Malcolm came back fine from their away mission."
"Well, yeah," Archer began, "But then there was this little anomaly. . . . ."
"Oh, no," Hoshi covered her mouth, "Are they going to be OK?"
"Well, technically."
* * * * * * * *
"Phlox?" called Trip from the biobeds.
"Yes, commander?" Phlox bustled into Trip's view, clutching a tricorder.
"What the hell is going on here?"
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Sorry. I know I suck at suspense. But aren't you just bursting with curiosity???? Well, Chapter 3 is the chapter that I promise explains it all. The fun is just getting started....
