DISCLAIMER: Enterprise and all it's characters belong to Paramount and not me. I'm only doing this for fun, I'm not making any profit from this story.
Any spelling and grammar mistakes in this part are all my fault. I didn't have a beta reader.
Well here is the final part of my first ever sci-fi fan fiction, hope you all enjoyed and there will be more stories to come.
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Epilogue:
Archer and T'Pol were sitting in Archer's private dinning room. It was now two weeks later since Trip had woken up.
"Any word on commander Tucker?" T'Pol asked.
"Talked with Phlox earlier," Archer said. "He feels within another two week Trip should be ready for some light duty."
The sounds of people clapping and cheering in the mess hall just on the other side of his door could be heard.
"What's going on out there?" Archer said.
He got up to open the door to see what all the noise was about. Before he could, the door opened and Dr. Phlox walked in helping a slow moving Trip.
"Trip," Archer said in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"Commander Tucker insisted on having his supper here tonight," Dr. Phlox said as he helped Trip sit down.
"I insisted because I was going crazy sitting in sickbay all day," Trip said. "I wasn't about to eat another meal in there."
"Doc is this okay with you?" Archer said.
"As long as Commander Tucker continues to get the rest he needs," Dr. Phlox said. "I don't see why he can't have his meals down here once in a while."
"Would you like to join us?" Archer asked.
"I have already eaten, thank you," Phlox told him. "Just let me know when Commander Tucker is ready to come back, I will come down to help him."
Archer caught Trip rolling his eyes and smiled. "I'll help him back to sickbay doc."
"Very well," Phlox said and walked out.
Archer sat back down. "How are you feeling Trip?"
"With the exceptions of a few pains here and there," he said grabbing a bread stick from the center of the table. "I'm feeling pretty good, can't wait to get back to work."
"Well let's see what Dr. Phlox has to say first," Archer said.
"I know," Trip took a bite of his bread stick and looked at Archer. "Who's been over seeing engineering while I've been held up?"
"I have," T'Pol answered.
Trip looked at T'Pol and then Archer. "T'Pol captain."
"You have a problem with that?" Archer asked.
"Yeah! She's a science officer," he said pointing at T'Pol.
"I know just as much about engineering as I do science commander," T'Pol told him.
"Please just tell me you didn't change anything?" he asked.
"I made a few modifications."
"What kind of modifications?" Trip was annoyed.
Archer sat back and watched his two senior officers argue. Usually it would annoy him, but not this time. He knew this was one of the things he would have missed if Trip had died. For now he would put up with it, for he knew he would have to for many years to come.
THE END
Any spelling and grammar mistakes in this part are all my fault. I didn't have a beta reader.
Well here is the final part of my first ever sci-fi fan fiction, hope you all enjoyed and there will be more stories to come.
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Epilogue:
Archer and T'Pol were sitting in Archer's private dinning room. It was now two weeks later since Trip had woken up.
"Any word on commander Tucker?" T'Pol asked.
"Talked with Phlox earlier," Archer said. "He feels within another two week Trip should be ready for some light duty."
The sounds of people clapping and cheering in the mess hall just on the other side of his door could be heard.
"What's going on out there?" Archer said.
He got up to open the door to see what all the noise was about. Before he could, the door opened and Dr. Phlox walked in helping a slow moving Trip.
"Trip," Archer said in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"Commander Tucker insisted on having his supper here tonight," Dr. Phlox said as he helped Trip sit down.
"I insisted because I was going crazy sitting in sickbay all day," Trip said. "I wasn't about to eat another meal in there."
"Doc is this okay with you?" Archer said.
"As long as Commander Tucker continues to get the rest he needs," Dr. Phlox said. "I don't see why he can't have his meals down here once in a while."
"Would you like to join us?" Archer asked.
"I have already eaten, thank you," Phlox told him. "Just let me know when Commander Tucker is ready to come back, I will come down to help him."
Archer caught Trip rolling his eyes and smiled. "I'll help him back to sickbay doc."
"Very well," Phlox said and walked out.
Archer sat back down. "How are you feeling Trip?"
"With the exceptions of a few pains here and there," he said grabbing a bread stick from the center of the table. "I'm feeling pretty good, can't wait to get back to work."
"Well let's see what Dr. Phlox has to say first," Archer said.
"I know," Trip took a bite of his bread stick and looked at Archer. "Who's been over seeing engineering while I've been held up?"
"I have," T'Pol answered.
Trip looked at T'Pol and then Archer. "T'Pol captain."
"You have a problem with that?" Archer asked.
"Yeah! She's a science officer," he said pointing at T'Pol.
"I know just as much about engineering as I do science commander," T'Pol told him.
"Please just tell me you didn't change anything?" he asked.
"I made a few modifications."
"What kind of modifications?" Trip was annoyed.
Archer sat back and watched his two senior officers argue. Usually it would annoy him, but not this time. He knew this was one of the things he would have missed if Trip had died. For now he would put up with it, for he knew he would have to for many years to come.
THE END