More to Tell, Epilogue
Sequel to: Confessions
By: Angel
Summary: A Vulcan diplomat onboard Enterprise. What could possibly go wrong?
Archive: Let me know where.
Rating: I guess PG, for now.
Disclaimers: Star Trek and its many incarnations are the property of others and therefore I do not financially benefit from this in any way.
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Two weeks later:
"Well, Captain, I'd say that you have earned a completely clean bill of health," Dr. Phlox said, his voice dripping glee.
"I should hope so, Doctor. I haven't had a nightmare in almost two weeks, I've been eating properly, and I've even taken time to watch a couple of water polo matches. All in all, I'd say I'm feeling pretty good." Archer hopped down off the bio-bed and began pulling his shirt on.
"Excellent, Captain. I'm very glad to hear that you've been relaxing. Now, if you don't mind moving along, tonight is movie night and I've got quite a bit of work to do before I can go!" The Denobulan began shuffling the Captain toward the exit.
His commanding officer laughed sincerely. "All right, I'm going! See you at the movie," he called over his shoulder as he passed through the doors.
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The Captain emerged onto the bridge to find his two senior officers hounding each other at the science station. "Dammit, T'Pol! That jus' won't work. We can't draw that much power off the engines and redirect it to the sensor array. We'll blow half the damn circuits."
The Vulcan Science Officer merely tilted her head. "If you would finish listening to my proposal, Commander Tucker, I would clarify the baseline requirements to avoid any damage to the established systems."
Archer cast a glance at Ensign Sato, who smiled in return and shook her head as if to say, "Some things never change". He smiled, too, and then approached the excitable couple. "Hey, Trip! T'Pol. So, what's the situation with the sensor array upgrade?"
The two exchanged a look, each seeking permission to speak first, but before anyone could start, Hoshi interrupted. "Excuse me, Captain, but I have an incoming text message from Vulcan for Commander T'Pol."
Another glance passed among the three friends, this one of curiosity. Archer nodded at T'Pol, effectively allowing her to respond to the Communications Officer. "Very well, Ensign. Please relay it to my station." There was a short pause while T'Pol read the message and Trip tried to read it over her shoulder. Finally, the Vulcan woman straightened and faced her fellow officers.
"It is a message from my nephew, Sarek. He wanted to inform me that my Mother has returned home from Mori ahead of schedule. All went well with the peace negotiations. She asked him to forward her well wishes to you, Captain." She gazed shyly at Trip before continuing in a softer tone. "She sends her regards to you as well, Commander; and so does my Father."
He gave a slight nod in acknowledgement as he turned a light shade of red. Trip leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "See ya' at 1900 for dinner before the movie?" He interpreted her raised eyebrow as the acceptance it was meant to be before he headed for the turbolift. "Cap'n. See ya' tonight?" he asked before the lift doors closed.
The Captain nodded at the disappearing form. "Ensign Sato, acknowledge receipt of message. Ensign Mayweather? Maintain course and speed. Commander?" He faced T'Pol again. "You have the bridge." He headed for his ready room, his mind cleared by the gentle hum drifting through the deck plating.
The End
