Author's notes and Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
Clothes
The other Tucker looked perplexed when Reed's guards dragged him off the floor.
These soldiers were always at his side. They helped his quest for power that had already led to his promotion.
"Mal!" Tucker's counterpart yelled, hardly on his feet. "Are you out of your mind?"
"I am Colonel Reed of the Terran Empire," Reed bit back.
"Don't play games! What are you talking about?"
It was time to step forward and explain the situation. "I am Commander Tucker of the Terran Empire. This is a different universe."
His counterpart stared at his marked face, his bad eye and scars, before recognition came. "Another universe? What do you want from us?"
T'Pol, held by two other guards, looked at him too. Her eyes had the same brown-green shade, but they held a warmer, more open look.
She was weak.
His eyes went from her face to those awesome legs. She returned his look with a stare of fire. As much as he hated his T'Pol, he would give anything to see that fire in her eyes again.
T'Pol's face turned blank. "May we have some clothes?" she asked, "We have none, and it's cold in here."
