Summary: Tucker wakes up to find himself on Enterprise, but it's not *his*
Enterprise.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, nor do I use them to get money. I write about them because it's fun, and because other people enjoy it.
Author's Note: I realize I mention some technology that is not around yet. Sorry. I'm not gonna change it, so just pretend like it is in existence. Thanks, and I hope you enjoy the story anyway.
Feedback: Welcome and needed.
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Captain's Pips
What was going on?
Commander Tucker walked out of his quarters and looked up and down the halls. Silence. Dead silence. He ran a hand across the back of his neck in thought. He was used to going to sleep with the laughing of his younger crewmates walking up and down the hall. It was a Saturday night after all. But tonight, there was nobody. He shrugged and went back into his room. Maybe tonight he'd get a good night's rest.
He was deep in sleep when T'Pol's voice woke him up. "Commander Tucker, I need to see you." She said from his wall.
Tucker groaned and stretched. "Is it important T'Pol?"
"Very. Meet me in my Ready Room." Then she closed the signal.
Ready Room? Since when did she call her living room her Ready Room? Tucker shrugged again and pulled a shirt on. He'd go talk to her, but he wasn't going to dress up or anything. He didn't even do that with Jon.
Tucker went to T'Pol's quarters and pushed her 'doorbell'. The door opened a few moments later and Tucker looked into the face of Ensign Jordan Livers. "Commander?" The young man asked.
"What are you doing in Sub-Commander T'Pol's quarters?" Tucker demanded. True, he didn't have any real claim on her, but he did.
Livers blinked at him. "Commander…these have been my quarters for months."
Tucker took a step back. Did he get the wrong door? He looked up and around him. No, this was T'Pol's room. What was going on? He nodded to Livers and the door closed as the younger man went back inside 'his' room.
"Commander Tucker, I said my Ready Room." T'Pol's voice boomed over the silent hallway.
"On my way." Tucker said. He briskly walked to the Captain's Ready Room. Maybe this was some sort of ship-wide joke. Maybe everyone was in on it. Even T'Pol. Tucker smiled to himself. He had to hand it to Jon. It was difficult getting the Vulcan do to anything for the amusement of others.
He entered the Ready Room and T'Pol sat behind the desk. She looked up when he entered. "We're being followed." She said smoothly.
Tucker smiled. "Ok, jokes over. I know this is a joke. Come out anytime you want Jon."
T'Pol raised her eyebrow. "The Andorians, they are following us." She said, clarifying what she'd said earlier.
"The Andorians? Can't make up anything better then that?"
"I am not making this up." She stood up.
Tucker continued to smile. "You're good. But of course you are, you're a Vulcan. Any human would have given themselves up by now. They'd have broke out into a smile or something. Which would be why Jon had you pretend to be the Captain." Tucker shook his head. He almost thought something weird was going on.
T'Pol crossed her arms. "I am the Captain." She said sternly.
Tucker's smile faltered for a moment. She was very believable. "How'd he put you up to this?"
"I do not know what you are talking about."
She was holding onto this way too long. He knew they were acting. The joke was over. But, maybe because she was a Vulcan she wouldn't know when to stop. "T'Pol, I know it's all a joke. You can stop pretending now." He looked around the room. "Where's Jon?"
"What are you talking about? You know where he is. You were the one who decided to put him there." T'Pol said. She sounded annoyed.
Tucker snapped his eyes back at her. For the first time he looked at what she was wearing. A Starfleet uniform. She had Captain's pips on. Tucker counted them three times. Yup. There were four of them. He stepped back and sat down in one of the chairs. He was finding it hard to breathe. "Where is Jon?" He asked again.
"Commander…" T'Pol, still sounding annoyed, but her voice had softened, said. "You know-"
"Pretend like I don't." Tucker said.
T'Pol locked eyes with him, then looked out the window. "You said that was where he would want to be."
Tucker put his head between his legs and tried to breathe. Was she…was she telling him that the Captain…that Jon…was dead? The thought made him hyperventilate even more and he clutched at his legs for air.
T'Pol went to the wall and hit the beacon. "T'Pol to Phlox. We need you in my Ready Room right away."
"On my way." Phlox' voice said.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, nor do I use them to get money. I write about them because it's fun, and because other people enjoy it.
Author's Note: I realize I mention some technology that is not around yet. Sorry. I'm not gonna change it, so just pretend like it is in existence. Thanks, and I hope you enjoy the story anyway.
Feedback: Welcome and needed.
Archive: Ask and you most likely will receive. :)
Captain's Pips
What was going on?
Commander Tucker walked out of his quarters and looked up and down the halls. Silence. Dead silence. He ran a hand across the back of his neck in thought. He was used to going to sleep with the laughing of his younger crewmates walking up and down the hall. It was a Saturday night after all. But tonight, there was nobody. He shrugged and went back into his room. Maybe tonight he'd get a good night's rest.
He was deep in sleep when T'Pol's voice woke him up. "Commander Tucker, I need to see you." She said from his wall.
Tucker groaned and stretched. "Is it important T'Pol?"
"Very. Meet me in my Ready Room." Then she closed the signal.
Ready Room? Since when did she call her living room her Ready Room? Tucker shrugged again and pulled a shirt on. He'd go talk to her, but he wasn't going to dress up or anything. He didn't even do that with Jon.
Tucker went to T'Pol's quarters and pushed her 'doorbell'. The door opened a few moments later and Tucker looked into the face of Ensign Jordan Livers. "Commander?" The young man asked.
"What are you doing in Sub-Commander T'Pol's quarters?" Tucker demanded. True, he didn't have any real claim on her, but he did.
Livers blinked at him. "Commander…these have been my quarters for months."
Tucker took a step back. Did he get the wrong door? He looked up and around him. No, this was T'Pol's room. What was going on? He nodded to Livers and the door closed as the younger man went back inside 'his' room.
"Commander Tucker, I said my Ready Room." T'Pol's voice boomed over the silent hallway.
"On my way." Tucker said. He briskly walked to the Captain's Ready Room. Maybe this was some sort of ship-wide joke. Maybe everyone was in on it. Even T'Pol. Tucker smiled to himself. He had to hand it to Jon. It was difficult getting the Vulcan do to anything for the amusement of others.
He entered the Ready Room and T'Pol sat behind the desk. She looked up when he entered. "We're being followed." She said smoothly.
Tucker smiled. "Ok, jokes over. I know this is a joke. Come out anytime you want Jon."
T'Pol raised her eyebrow. "The Andorians, they are following us." She said, clarifying what she'd said earlier.
"The Andorians? Can't make up anything better then that?"
"I am not making this up." She stood up.
Tucker continued to smile. "You're good. But of course you are, you're a Vulcan. Any human would have given themselves up by now. They'd have broke out into a smile or something. Which would be why Jon had you pretend to be the Captain." Tucker shook his head. He almost thought something weird was going on.
T'Pol crossed her arms. "I am the Captain." She said sternly.
Tucker's smile faltered for a moment. She was very believable. "How'd he put you up to this?"
"I do not know what you are talking about."
She was holding onto this way too long. He knew they were acting. The joke was over. But, maybe because she was a Vulcan she wouldn't know when to stop. "T'Pol, I know it's all a joke. You can stop pretending now." He looked around the room. "Where's Jon?"
"What are you talking about? You know where he is. You were the one who decided to put him there." T'Pol said. She sounded annoyed.
Tucker snapped his eyes back at her. For the first time he looked at what she was wearing. A Starfleet uniform. She had Captain's pips on. Tucker counted them three times. Yup. There were four of them. He stepped back and sat down in one of the chairs. He was finding it hard to breathe. "Where is Jon?" He asked again.
"Commander…" T'Pol, still sounding annoyed, but her voice had softened, said. "You know-"
"Pretend like I don't." Tucker said.
T'Pol locked eyes with him, then looked out the window. "You said that was where he would want to be."
Tucker put his head between his legs and tried to breathe. Was she…was she telling him that the Captain…that Jon…was dead? The thought made him hyperventilate even more and he clutched at his legs for air.
T'Pol went to the wall and hit the beacon. "T'Pol to Phlox. We need you in my Ready Room right away."
"On my way." Phlox' voice said.