Say Good-Night, Crazy
"This was a very interesting meal, Trip." the
Vulcan told him as they left the mess hall. Trip smiled as she finally
managed to use his nickname.
"Thank you, T'Pol. Maybe we should eat together
again sometime. Just the two of us." he suggested.
"That would be quite acceptable."
They walked out of the mess hall together
and walked in silence toward their quarters. When they reached the door
to Trip's quarters, they paused. Trip looked into her eyes for what seemed
like hours. Then she looked away.
"Good-night, Trip." she said coolly, turning
to walk down the corridor.
"You know, you could always stay and make
sure that neither of us disappears during the night." said Commander Tucker,
mustering all of his nerve. He knew it was a lousy excuse.
T'Pol raised an eyebrow and said, "I find
it highly unlikely that either of us would disappear tonight. We are still
a significant distance from the temporal disturbance."
"Just a thought." said Tucker with a soft
smile. "Good-night, T'Pol."
She nodded her head slightly and continued
down the corridor. Trip just leaned against the wall and shook his head.
"What was I thinking?" he muttered to the
ceiling.
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