DISCLAIMER: I still don't own any of it. (Surprise, surprise)
NOTE: They swear a bit in this chapter - but it's not too strong. Sorry to anyone who may get offended.
DRUNK
Chapter Three - The morning after the night before.
Trip awoke the next morning wishing he hadn't. "What the hell did we do that for?" he asked himself, turning over onto his side. "Hoshi!" He exclaimed. Lying beside him was the comm. officer. "Jesus Christ, Hoshi! Wake up." He said, poking the young woman.
"What?" she opened her eyes and looked around her. "Why am I in your quarters?"
"I dunno," Trip said, lifting himself up to rest on his elbows. "We didn't.........ya know?"
Hoshi closed her eyes as if trying to remember. "I don't know. The last thing I remember is waking Travis up."
"Oh God," Trip said, sitting up and rubbing his temples. "I don't even remember that."
"Well," Hoshi said, sounding a little awkward. "What if we did, you know?"
"Oh God," Trip repeated. They sat in silence for a few minutes, trying to remember what had happened the previous night. "You've still got your sweats on," he said.
"What?" Hoshi asked, sounding even more confused than before.
"If you still got 'em on, chances are we didn't," he jerked his head to the side, as if to explain. Hoshi still looked confused. "C'mon," he continued, "I was way to drunk to get 'em of, and you were way to drunk to put 'em back on."
"Yeah," Hoshi said, sitting up in bed, "but that doesn't mean much!"
Trip was about to reply when his door chimed. "Shit!" He said under his breath. "Who is it?" he asked.
"It's Malcolm."
Trip swore under his breath. "Hang on a sec," he looked at Hoshi.
"What do we do?" she whispered.
Trip thought for a moment. "Hide in the bathroom." He said, nodding towards the room at the back of his quarters.
"Come on, Trip," Malcolm called, "Open the door!"
"I'm comin'" Trip called back. "Hang on," He turned back to Hoshi. "Go." He whispered. She scrambled out of the bed and closed the bathroom door behind her.
"Trip!" Malcolm called.
"For God's sake," He said to himself. He got out of bed and pulled on his T- Shirt. "Come in."
"Thank you." Malcolm said, entering Trip's quarters and sitting in the chair next to the desk.
"You need something?" Trip asked, sitting down on his bed.
"I was wondering if the conduits were.........."
"Malcolm?" Trip asked. "You OK?"
"I think I'm gonna be sick," Malcolm said, taking a deep breath. "Oh God!" he placed his hand over his mouth and ran to the bathroom.
"Oh crap." Trip said, lying back on his bed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Five minuets later, Malcolm emerged from the bathroom. He silently walked over to the chair and sat down. "Trip?" he asked.
Trip sat up on his bed and looked at Malcolm.
"Why is Hoshi hiding in your shower?"
"Well," Trip began.
"We don't know." Hoshi, who had followed Malcolm from the bathroom said.
"Don't know?" Malcolm asked, turning to face Hoshi. "You don't know?"
Trip and Hoshi shook their heads.
Malcolm faced Trip again. "Did you sleep with her?" he asked.
Trip ran his hands through his hair. "I honestly can't remember."
"God, Trip," Malcolm said, shaking his head. "If you have done it, you're in a world of shit."
"I know that, Malcolm!" Trip said, standing. "It's just........." he stopped and looked at Hoshi, then back at Malcolm. "You're not gonna tell anyone, are ya?"
Malcolm looked at Trip, then Hoshi and back to Trip. "No," he said finally. "Look," he said, standing. "I best go. I've got a lot of work I should be doing, so."
"Thanks, Malcolm." Trip said. Hoshi smiled.
"I'll see you later." Malcolm said before leaving.
"What did he mean 'a world of shit'?" Hoshi asked, sitting in the chair vacated by Malcolm.
"I'm a senior officer," Trip explained, sitting back on his bed. "You're an Ensign." He put his head in his hands. "If anyone else finds out, you and I are for it."
"Well, maybe we didn't." Hoshi said, sounding optimistic.
"Yeah," Trip said. He sighed and stood. "Look, I gotta........"
"Archer to Tucker." The comm. interrupted.
Trip walked over to the comm. "Yeah, Cap'n."
"Trip, can you come to my Ready Room? Bring Hoshi and Malcolm too, if you can find them."
"Sure thing."
"Thanks. Archer out."
Trip looked at Hoshi and smiled. "Great."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"OK, so you're all here." Archer said. He had called all those who were in the Mess Hall last night to his Ready Room. Everybody looked a little worse for wear. Even T'Pol. Travis had seated himself in the chair opposite Archer desk, and looked like he was about to throw up. Everybody else chose to stand. "I know you're all feeling a little ill, that's your own fault." He walked around his desk and sat down. "What happened last night is best kept between ourselves." He looked around the room to make sure everybody was listening and that nobody had fallen asleep or passed out. He continued despite the throbbing pain in his head. "We're all senior Bridge crew. If the rest of the crew were to find out, well, it would be bad." He again looked around to check everybody was paying attention. "it could be quite embarrassing if everybody found out."
"Got that right," Malcolm said to himself, thinking of the games of 'Truth or Dare'.
"OK," Archer continued, ignoring Malcolm. "Now let's get back to work. We've got a star ship to run."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hoshi quickly left the Ready Room and returned to her post on the bridge.
Trip hurryingly headed towards the Turbo-Lift, but was stopped by T'Pol.
"Commander. I have a problem."
"What, T'Pol?" He said, "I'm in kinda a hurry."
"I shall not keep you long." She paused, trying to think how to phrase her query. "Is it normal for one to feel this way after drinking alcohol?" She asked.
"Like what?" Trip asked. "Like you're gonna puke?" T'Pol nodded. "Headache?" He asked. Again, T'Pol nodded. "You got yourself a good ol' fashioned hangover, T'Pol." He said, smiling.
"A hangover?" T'Pol asked.
Trip nodded. "It'll be gone in a couple of hours," he explained. "I think everyone's got one today. Especially Travis." He said, nodding towards the helmsman.
"Thanks you, Commander." T'Pol said, returning to her station.
"You're welcome, T'Pol."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Commander!"
Trip turned to see Phlox behind him. He had been trying to get to Engineering un-noticed. Partly because of the pain in his head, and partly because he was worried somebody may have found out about his small problem with Hoshi. "Doctor."
"I was wondering whether you and Ensign Sato made it to bed OK last night?"
"What?" Trip asked, stopping dead in his tracks. "What d'ya know 'bout me and Hoshi?"
"Well," Phlox began to explain. "You were leaving the Mess Hall after you period of captivity. You bumped into me in the corridor. You asked if you could go to see your snake in sickbay and, when I said yes, you invited Ensign Sato along." He finished, thinking that was all the Commander wanted to know.
"And?" Trip asked.
"May I ask why you are so interested? You were there, do you not remember?" Phlox asked, looking puzzled.
"You'll keep it a secret?" Trip asked. Phlox nodded. "OK," Trip looked to check the corridor was empty. "Hoshi and I woke up in the same bed this mornin', and neither of us have got a clue how we ended up there."
Phlox chuckled to himself. "Commander," Phlox said, back to his usual, cheery tone. "That was completely innocent."
"What?" Trip asked. It was his turn to look confused.
"After we had visited your snake, you invited myself and Ensign Sato back to your quarter for a drink. Miss Sato accepted. I was reluctant at first, but you convinced me." He said, smiling. "After a few minutes, Miss Sato fell asleep. We put her in your bed. About an hour later you decided to go to sleep. I was going to wake her and escort her back to her own quarters, but, as you'd already fallen asleep, I decided to leave her there."
"What time was that?" he asked.
"I don't know." Phlox thought. "Around four thirty. Maybe five o'clock."
"Thank you." Trip said.
"I'm glad I could be of assistance." Phlox began to walk away but stopped. "If you're still not sure, I could do a scan is sickbay. It'll only take a few seconds."
Trip nodded. "Best to make sure."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Well, Mister Tucker," Phlox said once he had completed his scans. "I can assure you that you did not have sexual intercourse with Ensign Sato last night."
"Thank you, Doctor." Trip said, heading toward the door. "I owe you one." He left sickbay in search of Hoshi.
"Humans," Phlox said to himself. "So forgetful."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hoshi!" Trip called. He had gone to the bridge to find Hoshi had left, but he had found Malcolm. Not wanting to tell Malcolm first, he'd left without an explanation. He'd found Hoshi in the Mess Hall. She was studying one of the languages she'd yet to figure out while eating a bowl of cereal.
"Commander." She replied. Not looking up from the PADD in her hand.
"Boy, have I got some great news for you."
"What?" She asked, looking up.
"I saw Phlox." Trip explained. "He came with us to my quarters last night. Said we both fell asleep before he left."
"But we still can't be sure." Hoshi said, placing the PADD down.
"We can," trip said smiling. "Phlox did some kinda scan. We did not do anything."
Hoshi sighed in relief.
"Hey," Trip said, "I'm not that bad."
Hoshi let out a small laugh. "Do you think we should tell Lieutenant Reed?" She asked.
"I'll tell him now," Trip said. "I'll see ya later." He stood up and left the Mess Hall. He walked to the nearest comm. panel and asked Malcolm to meet him in Engineering.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"What?" Malcolm asked impatiently. They ware stood in a quiet corner of Engineering. "I'm busy. What do you need?"
"Nothing." Trip said, folding his arms.
"Then why am I here?"
"Hoshi and I did nothing."
"What?" Malcolm asked, still not understanding.
"We didn't have sex!" Trip said, attracting a few looks from a group of passing by engineers.
"You remembered?"
"Not at all," Trip aid, shaking his head. He proceeded to explain to Malcolm what had happened the night before.
"That's good." Malcolm said, smiling. "I was just getting to like you. It'd be a shame if you got sent back to Earth."
"Why, thank you, Malcolm." Trip said with mock gratitude.
"Yeah, well," Malcolm sighed. "At least you didn't have to kiss the Captain."
"Never mind, Malcolm," Trip said as he began to walk towards his work panel. "At least you'll have a memory to share with ya grandkids." Trip laughed to himself.
"Yeah," Malcolm followed Trip to the panel. "One I'd rather not have."
"At least you can say you saw a Vulcan drunk." Trip said, smiling at his friend.
"True," Malcolm said, smiling at the memory, "True,"
"Armoury to Lieutenant Reed."
"I'd best go." Malcolm said. He turned and left Trip to his work.
'Goddamn the mornin' after the night before' Trip thought to himself, then began his work.
THE END.
A/N: OK, I didn't know how or when to end it, but there. Sorry for any mistakes and so on.
Hope you enjoyed it. If not, sorry, but there's nowt I can do now! (That's not a typing error; I meant to say 'nowt'.)
Anyway, LYL, Jen ;)
NOTE: They swear a bit in this chapter - but it's not too strong. Sorry to anyone who may get offended.
DRUNK
Chapter Three - The morning after the night before.
Trip awoke the next morning wishing he hadn't. "What the hell did we do that for?" he asked himself, turning over onto his side. "Hoshi!" He exclaimed. Lying beside him was the comm. officer. "Jesus Christ, Hoshi! Wake up." He said, poking the young woman.
"What?" she opened her eyes and looked around her. "Why am I in your quarters?"
"I dunno," Trip said, lifting himself up to rest on his elbows. "We didn't.........ya know?"
Hoshi closed her eyes as if trying to remember. "I don't know. The last thing I remember is waking Travis up."
"Oh God," Trip said, sitting up and rubbing his temples. "I don't even remember that."
"Well," Hoshi said, sounding a little awkward. "What if we did, you know?"
"Oh God," Trip repeated. They sat in silence for a few minutes, trying to remember what had happened the previous night. "You've still got your sweats on," he said.
"What?" Hoshi asked, sounding even more confused than before.
"If you still got 'em on, chances are we didn't," he jerked his head to the side, as if to explain. Hoshi still looked confused. "C'mon," he continued, "I was way to drunk to get 'em of, and you were way to drunk to put 'em back on."
"Yeah," Hoshi said, sitting up in bed, "but that doesn't mean much!"
Trip was about to reply when his door chimed. "Shit!" He said under his breath. "Who is it?" he asked.
"It's Malcolm."
Trip swore under his breath. "Hang on a sec," he looked at Hoshi.
"What do we do?" she whispered.
Trip thought for a moment. "Hide in the bathroom." He said, nodding towards the room at the back of his quarters.
"Come on, Trip," Malcolm called, "Open the door!"
"I'm comin'" Trip called back. "Hang on," He turned back to Hoshi. "Go." He whispered. She scrambled out of the bed and closed the bathroom door behind her.
"Trip!" Malcolm called.
"For God's sake," He said to himself. He got out of bed and pulled on his T- Shirt. "Come in."
"Thank you." Malcolm said, entering Trip's quarters and sitting in the chair next to the desk.
"You need something?" Trip asked, sitting down on his bed.
"I was wondering if the conduits were.........."
"Malcolm?" Trip asked. "You OK?"
"I think I'm gonna be sick," Malcolm said, taking a deep breath. "Oh God!" he placed his hand over his mouth and ran to the bathroom.
"Oh crap." Trip said, lying back on his bed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Five minuets later, Malcolm emerged from the bathroom. He silently walked over to the chair and sat down. "Trip?" he asked.
Trip sat up on his bed and looked at Malcolm.
"Why is Hoshi hiding in your shower?"
"Well," Trip began.
"We don't know." Hoshi, who had followed Malcolm from the bathroom said.
"Don't know?" Malcolm asked, turning to face Hoshi. "You don't know?"
Trip and Hoshi shook their heads.
Malcolm faced Trip again. "Did you sleep with her?" he asked.
Trip ran his hands through his hair. "I honestly can't remember."
"God, Trip," Malcolm said, shaking his head. "If you have done it, you're in a world of shit."
"I know that, Malcolm!" Trip said, standing. "It's just........." he stopped and looked at Hoshi, then back at Malcolm. "You're not gonna tell anyone, are ya?"
Malcolm looked at Trip, then Hoshi and back to Trip. "No," he said finally. "Look," he said, standing. "I best go. I've got a lot of work I should be doing, so."
"Thanks, Malcolm." Trip said. Hoshi smiled.
"I'll see you later." Malcolm said before leaving.
"What did he mean 'a world of shit'?" Hoshi asked, sitting in the chair vacated by Malcolm.
"I'm a senior officer," Trip explained, sitting back on his bed. "You're an Ensign." He put his head in his hands. "If anyone else finds out, you and I are for it."
"Well, maybe we didn't." Hoshi said, sounding optimistic.
"Yeah," Trip said. He sighed and stood. "Look, I gotta........"
"Archer to Tucker." The comm. interrupted.
Trip walked over to the comm. "Yeah, Cap'n."
"Trip, can you come to my Ready Room? Bring Hoshi and Malcolm too, if you can find them."
"Sure thing."
"Thanks. Archer out."
Trip looked at Hoshi and smiled. "Great."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"OK, so you're all here." Archer said. He had called all those who were in the Mess Hall last night to his Ready Room. Everybody looked a little worse for wear. Even T'Pol. Travis had seated himself in the chair opposite Archer desk, and looked like he was about to throw up. Everybody else chose to stand. "I know you're all feeling a little ill, that's your own fault." He walked around his desk and sat down. "What happened last night is best kept between ourselves." He looked around the room to make sure everybody was listening and that nobody had fallen asleep or passed out. He continued despite the throbbing pain in his head. "We're all senior Bridge crew. If the rest of the crew were to find out, well, it would be bad." He again looked around to check everybody was paying attention. "it could be quite embarrassing if everybody found out."
"Got that right," Malcolm said to himself, thinking of the games of 'Truth or Dare'.
"OK," Archer continued, ignoring Malcolm. "Now let's get back to work. We've got a star ship to run."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hoshi quickly left the Ready Room and returned to her post on the bridge.
Trip hurryingly headed towards the Turbo-Lift, but was stopped by T'Pol.
"Commander. I have a problem."
"What, T'Pol?" He said, "I'm in kinda a hurry."
"I shall not keep you long." She paused, trying to think how to phrase her query. "Is it normal for one to feel this way after drinking alcohol?" She asked.
"Like what?" Trip asked. "Like you're gonna puke?" T'Pol nodded. "Headache?" He asked. Again, T'Pol nodded. "You got yourself a good ol' fashioned hangover, T'Pol." He said, smiling.
"A hangover?" T'Pol asked.
Trip nodded. "It'll be gone in a couple of hours," he explained. "I think everyone's got one today. Especially Travis." He said, nodding towards the helmsman.
"Thanks you, Commander." T'Pol said, returning to her station.
"You're welcome, T'Pol."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Commander!"
Trip turned to see Phlox behind him. He had been trying to get to Engineering un-noticed. Partly because of the pain in his head, and partly because he was worried somebody may have found out about his small problem with Hoshi. "Doctor."
"I was wondering whether you and Ensign Sato made it to bed OK last night?"
"What?" Trip asked, stopping dead in his tracks. "What d'ya know 'bout me and Hoshi?"
"Well," Phlox began to explain. "You were leaving the Mess Hall after you period of captivity. You bumped into me in the corridor. You asked if you could go to see your snake in sickbay and, when I said yes, you invited Ensign Sato along." He finished, thinking that was all the Commander wanted to know.
"And?" Trip asked.
"May I ask why you are so interested? You were there, do you not remember?" Phlox asked, looking puzzled.
"You'll keep it a secret?" Trip asked. Phlox nodded. "OK," Trip looked to check the corridor was empty. "Hoshi and I woke up in the same bed this mornin', and neither of us have got a clue how we ended up there."
Phlox chuckled to himself. "Commander," Phlox said, back to his usual, cheery tone. "That was completely innocent."
"What?" Trip asked. It was his turn to look confused.
"After we had visited your snake, you invited myself and Ensign Sato back to your quarter for a drink. Miss Sato accepted. I was reluctant at first, but you convinced me." He said, smiling. "After a few minutes, Miss Sato fell asleep. We put her in your bed. About an hour later you decided to go to sleep. I was going to wake her and escort her back to her own quarters, but, as you'd already fallen asleep, I decided to leave her there."
"What time was that?" he asked.
"I don't know." Phlox thought. "Around four thirty. Maybe five o'clock."
"Thank you." Trip said.
"I'm glad I could be of assistance." Phlox began to walk away but stopped. "If you're still not sure, I could do a scan is sickbay. It'll only take a few seconds."
Trip nodded. "Best to make sure."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Well, Mister Tucker," Phlox said once he had completed his scans. "I can assure you that you did not have sexual intercourse with Ensign Sato last night."
"Thank you, Doctor." Trip said, heading toward the door. "I owe you one." He left sickbay in search of Hoshi.
"Humans," Phlox said to himself. "So forgetful."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hoshi!" Trip called. He had gone to the bridge to find Hoshi had left, but he had found Malcolm. Not wanting to tell Malcolm first, he'd left without an explanation. He'd found Hoshi in the Mess Hall. She was studying one of the languages she'd yet to figure out while eating a bowl of cereal.
"Commander." She replied. Not looking up from the PADD in her hand.
"Boy, have I got some great news for you."
"What?" She asked, looking up.
"I saw Phlox." Trip explained. "He came with us to my quarters last night. Said we both fell asleep before he left."
"But we still can't be sure." Hoshi said, placing the PADD down.
"We can," trip said smiling. "Phlox did some kinda scan. We did not do anything."
Hoshi sighed in relief.
"Hey," Trip said, "I'm not that bad."
Hoshi let out a small laugh. "Do you think we should tell Lieutenant Reed?" She asked.
"I'll tell him now," Trip said. "I'll see ya later." He stood up and left the Mess Hall. He walked to the nearest comm. panel and asked Malcolm to meet him in Engineering.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"What?" Malcolm asked impatiently. They ware stood in a quiet corner of Engineering. "I'm busy. What do you need?"
"Nothing." Trip said, folding his arms.
"Then why am I here?"
"Hoshi and I did nothing."
"What?" Malcolm asked, still not understanding.
"We didn't have sex!" Trip said, attracting a few looks from a group of passing by engineers.
"You remembered?"
"Not at all," Trip aid, shaking his head. He proceeded to explain to Malcolm what had happened the night before.
"That's good." Malcolm said, smiling. "I was just getting to like you. It'd be a shame if you got sent back to Earth."
"Why, thank you, Malcolm." Trip said with mock gratitude.
"Yeah, well," Malcolm sighed. "At least you didn't have to kiss the Captain."
"Never mind, Malcolm," Trip said as he began to walk towards his work panel. "At least you'll have a memory to share with ya grandkids." Trip laughed to himself.
"Yeah," Malcolm followed Trip to the panel. "One I'd rather not have."
"At least you can say you saw a Vulcan drunk." Trip said, smiling at his friend.
"True," Malcolm said, smiling at the memory, "True,"
"Armoury to Lieutenant Reed."
"I'd best go." Malcolm said. He turned and left Trip to his work.
'Goddamn the mornin' after the night before' Trip thought to himself, then began his work.
THE END.
A/N: OK, I didn't know how or when to end it, but there. Sorry for any mistakes and so on.
Hope you enjoyed it. If not, sorry, but there's nowt I can do now! (That's not a typing error; I meant to say 'nowt'.)
Anyway, LYL, Jen ;)