Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. (Including the Maury show, that was simply mentioned) Enterprise belongs to Paramount; this is for entertainment only. No infringement is intended!
Rating: PG
A/N: Okay! Wow! I need to revise this; I didn't even ponder to think about all that 2151 junk. But anyways…It will be so much better! LOL so anyways…give it a reread and tell me what you think! R&R
Right O and all respective NHL teams belong to themselves as well. And this is generalized, so no names are given besides the Team Names.
Oh and Minivans are a classic that every family – or crew member in this case – should have! It could be a really spiffy minivan with like…uh…???
Right…and Travis is in that place…with the stuff… All the other crew is on Earth too, just doing other things!!
Anyways, read on and have fun!
"What!?" Ensign Hoshi Sato exclaimed. "What do you mean the Enterprise has to be evacuated?"
Captain John Archer sighed, "evacuated was apparently the wrong word."
"Apparently," Trip Tucker replied.
"What's going on?" T'Pol asked in her normally placid voice.
"I just got word from the Admiral that people on Earth are getting somewhat impatient."
"Why?" Hoshi demanded, "we've only been out here six months, what do they expect?"
John shrugged, "anyway, the Admiral told me that High Command decided it would be best if Enterprise was taken in to be evaluated, if you will. People back on Earth want to make sure their tax dollars are going to something worth while." John pointed down at the screen in front of him, "we will be out of commission for at least two weeks. The Admiral assures me that this will paid leave."
"Well that's just great," Trip complained.
"Wait…" Hoshi said suddenly she clutched onto John's arm, "does this mean we get to go home?" A wide grin spread across her face.
"Not quite," John said and Hoshi's face fell. "We have to go…a little…more…up north."
"What?" Trip, Hoshi and Malcolm all asked at once.
"I believe that Captain Archer is referring to Canada," T'Pol pointed out.
"As you all know this is a North American project, and well the Canadians suggested that we come down for a visit and I really didn't feel like declining."
"Isn't it winter in Canada?" Trip asked, all the colour drained from his face.
"Yes, but let me remind you Trip. This is Canada, not the North Pole, there are more than lumberjacks and curlers,"
"Yeah but—," Trip continued.
John interrupted him, "I have to stay with the crew that is inspecting the ship. The rest of you get—"
"Two weeks leave in Canada in the middle of winter," Reed replied.
John rose an eyebrow. "Would you rather stay with me?" He smirked as Malcolm shook his head vehemently.
"I'll just remember to bring my parka, Sir."
"You do that," John replied, "okay. I want you all ready at 17:00 for docking."
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"Trip," Hoshi said touching his shoulder lightly, "calm down before you shiver yourself a hernia," she smirked, "it's minus fifteen out."
"Feels like minus thirty." Trip replied through chattering teeth.
"Just wait for your blood to thicken up," Hoshi replied. T'Pol was standing beside the four of them in a red down parka clutching her suitcase for dear life. Malcolm stood stiffly in a parka of his own, his was navy blue and Trip's was green. Hoshi was standing in her own purple parka.
Everyone was bundled from head to toe in extra pants and thermal underwear.
"Geez you people!" Hoshi exclaimed, she leaned over and scooped snow into her bare hands, she chucked the snowball right into Malcolm's face. "Lighten up." Hoshi considered this trip to Canada a learning experience. She had been to Toronto once as a teenager with her family, but now she truly intended to enjoy the experience while she could.
Trip tried to keep a straight face as Malcolm scooped snow out of his neck. "That was my face Hoshi."
Hoshi made a slight face, "oops, heh, heh, sorry." They were all waiting outside the Toronto Airport waiting for their escort to arrive. Supposedly one of Captain Archer's old friends. A bright yellow taxi pulled up in front of them.
"Thank the lord," Malcolm said bouncing up and down.
T'Pol shifted uncomfortably, "I find this weather to be most uncomfortable. But I do believe we have to pick up our rental vehicle."
Hoshi rubbed her hands together.
"You're enjoying this aren't you?" Malcolm asked and Hoshi nodded.
"I came here once as a teenage with my family." Hoshi replied as the two of them followed behind Trip and T'Pol who were trying to navigate themselves to the car rental station. Hoshi was vaguely aware of them bantering.
Malcolm smirked, "did you throw snow in their faces?" He asked.
Hoshi shook her head, "no—" She replied as Malcolm jammed a handful of snow right into her open mouth. Trip heard Hoshi's shriek and he and T'Pol turned around. Hoshi was standing in shock, freezing snow dripping from her mouth. She spat it out and peeled it away from her eyes.
"Is shoving cold hunks of snow into each other's face considered a entertaining sport here?" T'Pol asked curiously.
"Naw," Trip replied, "more like a courting ritual," he ducked his head as the snowball Hoshi chucked narrowly missed his left shoulder.
T'Pol shook her head, "humans never cease to amaze me."
Hoshi shook the snow of her hair, "it was a joke," she explained.
When the four of them finally reached the car rental station, Trip and Hoshi pulled a slip of paper out of their parka pockets. They walked into the station and got their keys and registration papers.
"Okay, supposedly mine is a red compact," Hoshi said, "in lot twenty-twooo—hello," she said referring to a shiny red sports car that occupied lot twenty-two. It was cherry red and when Hoshi peered in the driver's side it appeared to have every new gadget available possible. Including a self-navigation pad, which would provide a map of the entire city, and pin point the vehicles exact position.
"T'Pol," Hoshi said, "you and me are sharing a hotel room," T'Pol followed Hoshi around to the driver's seat. "Oh no, you go on the other side," she instructed T'Pol "I'm driving this baby."
T'Pol opened the door and stepped inside the car, Hoshi plopped down in the drivers seat and inhaled deeply.
"Ahhh the scent of new leather, I love it." T'Pol sent her a look before Hoshi started up the engine.
"Aw man!" Trip explained, referring to his white mini van. "what the heck is this? Hoshi gets that nifty red sports car and we get this family sized mini van."
"More leg room," Malcolm commented trying to lighten the situation, suddenly he chuckled.
"What's so funny?" Trip wondered.
"Just the thought of T'Pol trying to drive a car," Malcolm grinned, "the mental picture was kind of amusing."
"I think that would be a kind of funny sight." Trip watched Hoshi wave out the window, to signal she was ready to go. Trip and Malcolm shoved their bags into the back and got inside the mini van, following suit the glossy red sports car.
"Ha," Hoshi grinned, "pays to make a request with the Captain," she quickly pulled out onto the street, it had been a six months since she last drove, so she chose to take the cautious route, "I have a car kind of like this back home." She explained to T'Pol as she pulled into traffic. Well actually…it was an older model but she had had a self-navigator pad installed.
Trip maneuver as best he could behind Hoshi.
"I bet Trip's steamed," she chuckled slightly. "Honestly T'Pol?" She said suddenly.
"Yes?" T'Pol said looking over to Hoshi, she had been busy staring out the window at the skyscrapers and busy traffic.
"I think you'll enjoy it here, you know, once you bundle up over your uniform in some cute jeans and a T-shirt," Hoshi paused as she stopped for a red light. "I bet you'd love to see a hockey game!"
"I believe I have read about this sport," T'Pol said with an air of distaste. "A violent bloody game played on a sheet of ice with a stick and a hunk of rubber doesn't really sound logical to me."
Hoshi shrugged, "I think it's okay," she pointed suddenly, "There's our hotel."
"I have never been in a hotel before, are the accommodations suitable?"
Hoshi rose an eyebrow, "I guess, depends on where you stay. But hey, the hotel we are staying at is supposed to be nice, and it beats quarters back on Enterprise." Hoshi grinned widely, "and it had digital!"
"This is a good thing?" T'Pol asked curiously.
"Yes, it's a good way to pass the time." Hoshi took a sharp left into the hotel parking lot. "I can't wait, this is going to be so much fun!"
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"Ugh," Trip grunted flopping onto his bed, "heaven," he mumbled into his fresh smelling pillow. "I did not know how bad I needed this break until right at this moment, I think I will stay here for the next fourteen days."
Malcolm pulled on a sweater and a lighter jacket, "well Hoshi called to say her and T'Pol are going to eat somewhere."
Trip sat up, "all right, I'm comin'."
They walked into the warm restaurant and waited for the waitress to escort them to a table.
"Ahhh…real food," Hoshi drooled.
"My thoughts exactly," Malcolm replied.
"What is edible?" T'Pol asked.
"Everything," Trip replied.
"Um…" Hoshi mused, "I'd say…" she paused over her menu.
"How about stuffed potato skins," Hoshi exclaimed, "there's no meat," she added quickly.
"Hmm…" T'Pol mused.
"Come on, try it. The worst that could happen is you won't like it," Hoshi coaxed.
The waitress came to their table. "You ready to order?"
"Yes, I think so," Hoshi mused.
"Go a head," Malcolm told her.
"Okay…I'll have your sushi platter and a coke," Hoshi handed the waitress her menu. T'Pol looked down at her menu.
"I'll have the stuffed potato skins and … water." She followed Hoshi and handed the waitress her menu.
"I'll have the steak and vegetables with a tall glass of beer," Trip smiled easily at the waitress.
"I'll have a BLT with the French fries and a sprite."
The waitress smiled, "okay, I'll bring your drinks right away." She turned and retreated back to the kitchen.
"So," Hoshi piped up, "what do you guys want to do while we're here?"
~*
"No, no T'Pol!" Hoshi cried out, laughing.
"I do not understand these confounded skates," T'Pol huffed as she clutched the boards of the skating rink for dear life. It was the next day, and everyone had decided to do some "Canadian activities". T'Pol had agreed against her better judgment.
"You have to let go," Trip explained, whizzing by.
"Yes," T'Pol snapped, "but if I do, I will fall." T'Pol gritted her teeth, "I don't see why I would want to do that, besides for your own amusement."
"Don't feel bad T'Pol," Hoshi smiled, "Malcolm can't skate either."
"I can! I just don't want to make you feel bad." Malcolm exclaimed from the other side of the rink.
"Don't be such a baby," Hoshi said, she waved Malcolm over.
"No thanks, I think T'Pol has the right idea." Malcolm replied smiling.
"Give me your hand," Trip commanded.
"Why?" T'Pol replied suspiciously.
"So I can help you," Trip replied earnestly.
"Well…" T'Pol considered her options, she sighed and held out her hand. "But if you let me fall, I do believe you'll be sorry."
"Is that a threat?" Trip teased.
"No just a warning—Woah!" T'Pol cried out as she gripped Trip's hand. Her foot slipped and she grabbed his other arm.
"Okay," Trip instructed, "move your leg—no, forward."
"I am trying," T'Pol replied, "it's difficult," she looked down and concentrated. She worked first on moving her legs: left then right.
"Now," Trip said, T'Pol looked up and saw Hoshi grinning. She wondered why again, she agreed to this. "Move smoothly, but not too fast or you'll fall. Here," Trip let go of T'Pol's hand, and turned around, he took her hand again. "Now, watch my feet." Trip skated off and T'Pol kept her eyes on Trip's feet. Watching as they glided, the blades slicing into the surface of the ice. He stopped suddenly, and T'Pol was wrenched out of her concentration as she toppled over Trip onto the cool ice.
"T'Pol!" Hoshi cried out, trying not to laugh as she stopped beside T'Pol, "are you okay?"
"You might have thought to warn me commander," T'Pol commented as she got to her knees.
"Sorry, I thought you were paying attention," Trip said, pulling T'Pol to her feet.
"I was," T'Pol replied, "to your feet."
"Think you can try it by yourself now?"
"Myself?"
"Just try," Hoshi brushed her hair out of her face.
Okay, T'Pol said internally, right foot, left foot. Not too fast. See now that's not too hard is it? T'Pol managed a tight smile before she slipped and landed on her backside.
"Just be thankful you're too old to use a chair," Hoshi joked.
"I believe that may actually be helpful." T'Pol grunted, pushing herself to her knee's again. That fall had smarted. "I do not see the amusement in this activity, I think the Lieutenant is the smart one."
"So," Trip said, "what now?"
"I don't know," Hoshi replied.
"What else is a "Canadian Activity"?"
"How about a hot chocolate?" Malcolm offered. "I for one, am freezing."
"You wonder why," Trip quipped. "You've just been standing there the whole time."
Hoshi stepped off the rink and dropped onto a bench beside Malcolm.
"Are those children laughing at me?" T'Pol wondered.
"Probably," Trip replied grinning, he ducked again, but this time the snowball hit him square in the face.
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