Title: It's The Little Things
Author: Josephine
Email: Lovellama@aol.com
Pairing: T/H
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Just a little Hoshi/Trip interaction
Category: Romance
Begun: May 11. 2002
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Chapter Three
Running late for his shift, Ensign Miller almost collided with Trip as he barreled out of his cabin.
"Commander!"
"Ensign." Trip looked at his watch. "Better hurry."
"Yes, sir, of course, sir." Falling over his feet Miller took off down the corridor.
Shaking his head, Trip pressed the chime to Hoshi's door and shifted a box under his arm. Not getting an answer, Trip rang again. Come on Hoshi, I know you're in there …
The door slid open to show her enveloped in a fluffy blue robe and wearing the bunny slippers. This time their perpetual grins were at odds with the befuddled expression on Hoshi's face.
She looks awful … The unflattering but true remark ran through Trip's head. "Hosh?"
"Trip?"
"Can I come in?"
Hoshi slowly backed up. "Sure. Have a seat." She shuffled into the cabin and sat down on the bunk.
"You ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Hoshi wrapped her arms around her waist, hunching in on herself.
Like hell you are. "I brought you something." Sitting down on the bunk next to her, Trip placed the box on her lap.
"For me? What is it?" Trip frowned as she just stared at the box.
"Open it."
Slowly unfolding her arms, Hoshi lifted the top and pulled out a compact … thing. "What is it?"
"A white noise machine."
Turning it over in her hands, Hoshi looked at Trip. "I already have one."
"Not like this," smiled Trip. "Here, watch." He took the machine from her and flipped a switch. With in two seconds the room was silent. Absolutely, deathly silent. Hoshi looked at Trip, eyes wide.
"I don't hear a thing."
A wide grin split Trip's face. "Nope. This doohickey just doesn't broadcast blanket frequencies. It analyzes the noise coming in, then sends out specific wavelengths to negate them. It won't send out what it doesn't hear, so there's no extra noise. And I made it cover a wide spectrum, not just the ones that humans can hear, just in case."
Giving the device a pleased look, Trip glanced over at Hoshi. She was staring at him, tears threatening to spill over.
"Hosh?" He took her hand in his. "Darlin'?"
"The ship is so noisy … I was beginning to get used to it, but then the engines were upgraded and now they have a higher pitched sound." Hoshi began to sob in earnest. "I haven't had a good night's sleep since we left Earth, my work is suffering and I can't concentrate. T'Pol has had to talk to me twice." She hiccupped, scrubbing at the tears with the back of her hand.
"Why didn't you say something sooner?" Trip tossed the machine behind them and pulled Hoshi onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her as the tears slowed.
"And add it to the already long list of why I'm not qualified to be out in space? I didn't want the Captain to regret asking me on board. I thought I could handle it."
Trip sighed and rested his cheek against her head. "I want you to promise if you ever have a problem you'll come to me. We can figure something out without having to let Jon know about it. All right?" His hand moved up and down her back, trying to ease her tension.
He felt her nod and sink further into him as she relaxed. Closing his eyes he enjoyed the feel of her against him. Don't let yourself get used to this, Trip …
"I can't believe how quiet it is. All I can hear is your heartbeat." Hoshi's drowsy voice floated up to him. "It's wonderful."
Trip smiled into her hair. "Do you want to go to sleep now?" Getting no answer he looked down at her, discovering that she had already dropped off. Trip moved slowly, putting the white noise machine on the floor and trying to lay Hoshi down on her bunk. But every time he would try to disentangle himself, she would hold on tighter. Giving in, he awkwardly took off his boots and her bunny slippers, putting them on the floor together.
"Behave yourselves." Trip gave both pairs a look before stretching out on the bunk, closing his eyes and pulling Hoshi close.
'We will if you will,' the slipper's grins answered back.
Author: Josephine
Email: Lovellama@aol.com
Pairing: T/H
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Just a little Hoshi/Trip interaction
Category: Romance
Begun: May 11. 2002
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Chapter Three
Running late for his shift, Ensign Miller almost collided with Trip as he barreled out of his cabin.
"Commander!"
"Ensign." Trip looked at his watch. "Better hurry."
"Yes, sir, of course, sir." Falling over his feet Miller took off down the corridor.
Shaking his head, Trip pressed the chime to Hoshi's door and shifted a box under his arm. Not getting an answer, Trip rang again. Come on Hoshi, I know you're in there …
The door slid open to show her enveloped in a fluffy blue robe and wearing the bunny slippers. This time their perpetual grins were at odds with the befuddled expression on Hoshi's face.
She looks awful … The unflattering but true remark ran through Trip's head. "Hosh?"
"Trip?"
"Can I come in?"
Hoshi slowly backed up. "Sure. Have a seat." She shuffled into the cabin and sat down on the bunk.
"You ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Hoshi wrapped her arms around her waist, hunching in on herself.
Like hell you are. "I brought you something." Sitting down on the bunk next to her, Trip placed the box on her lap.
"For me? What is it?" Trip frowned as she just stared at the box.
"Open it."
Slowly unfolding her arms, Hoshi lifted the top and pulled out a compact … thing. "What is it?"
"A white noise machine."
Turning it over in her hands, Hoshi looked at Trip. "I already have one."
"Not like this," smiled Trip. "Here, watch." He took the machine from her and flipped a switch. With in two seconds the room was silent. Absolutely, deathly silent. Hoshi looked at Trip, eyes wide.
"I don't hear a thing."
A wide grin split Trip's face. "Nope. This doohickey just doesn't broadcast blanket frequencies. It analyzes the noise coming in, then sends out specific wavelengths to negate them. It won't send out what it doesn't hear, so there's no extra noise. And I made it cover a wide spectrum, not just the ones that humans can hear, just in case."
Giving the device a pleased look, Trip glanced over at Hoshi. She was staring at him, tears threatening to spill over.
"Hosh?" He took her hand in his. "Darlin'?"
"The ship is so noisy … I was beginning to get used to it, but then the engines were upgraded and now they have a higher pitched sound." Hoshi began to sob in earnest. "I haven't had a good night's sleep since we left Earth, my work is suffering and I can't concentrate. T'Pol has had to talk to me twice." She hiccupped, scrubbing at the tears with the back of her hand.
"Why didn't you say something sooner?" Trip tossed the machine behind them and pulled Hoshi onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her as the tears slowed.
"And add it to the already long list of why I'm not qualified to be out in space? I didn't want the Captain to regret asking me on board. I thought I could handle it."
Trip sighed and rested his cheek against her head. "I want you to promise if you ever have a problem you'll come to me. We can figure something out without having to let Jon know about it. All right?" His hand moved up and down her back, trying to ease her tension.
He felt her nod and sink further into him as she relaxed. Closing his eyes he enjoyed the feel of her against him. Don't let yourself get used to this, Trip …
"I can't believe how quiet it is. All I can hear is your heartbeat." Hoshi's drowsy voice floated up to him. "It's wonderful."
Trip smiled into her hair. "Do you want to go to sleep now?" Getting no answer he looked down at her, discovering that she had already dropped off. Trip moved slowly, putting the white noise machine on the floor and trying to lay Hoshi down on her bunk. But every time he would try to disentangle himself, she would hold on tighter. Giving in, he awkwardly took off his boots and her bunny slippers, putting them on the floor together.
"Behave yourselves." Trip gave both pairs a look before stretching out on the bunk, closing his eyes and pulling Hoshi close.
'We will if you will,' the slipper's grins answered back.
