Spoilers for everything the US has seen including 'acquisition'.
Disclaimer: i don't own Star Trek: Enterprise and certainly don't have the lucky pleasure of writing what gets to happen to the crew. (very unoriginal disclaimer i know-- i wasted too much time on the story to think of a good disclaimer that funny)
Point of Impact [formally titled, 'oh how Qt(cute)] ~ author unknown
---- The morning after the Feragnghi 'meeting' ----
Archer and Trip sat in the private dinner quarters and after a good long pause, Archer finally asked:
"So what did she say?"
"Ah she made some comment about 'hoping I had a good excuse'." Trip mumbled, trying to forget what the Sub-Commander had seen him in.
"Oh don't worry about it Trip." Archer said.
"I heard you had to pull rank on her?" Trip asked, he heard the Cap'n and Phlox talking about something along those lines.
"I did actually." Archer said rather solemnly.
Trip was rather startled, as he had those he had just heard wrong. "Seriously?"
"She wouldn't give me the keys." Archer said as he bit into his toast.
Trip snickered. He wished he could have seen that.
"It's not funny Trip." Archer said casting a dagger stare at his chief engineer.
Trip his smile behind his cup as he drank his coffee.
---- Later that same day, at dinner ----
Trip was sitting in the mess hall, writing down his log. He glanced at T'Pol who was also writing on a PADD. His imagination got the best of him as he began to thing over the encounter with the Feranghi.
Chief Engineer's log supplemental: For all of her emotions-- or lack their of, she sure found me stuck in my underwear funny. Somehow, i think she's been faking it the whole 'emotions' thing.
Captain's Log supplemental: I guess i should be glad T'Pol is a Vulcan. I think if Trip had been the one holding the keys he might not have given them to me...
Sub-Commander's log supplemental: I may have very well never given the keys to the Captain-- if he hadn't pulled rank on me.
Trip snicker in spite of himself. What the Captain had told him during breakfast had a lasting effect.
----- Two weeks later ----
"Just another day." Captain Jonathan Archer announced to his Bridge crew.
"Don't say that!" Hoshi said, "You'll jinx it!"
Archer chucked.
"Oh, don't tell me you really believe that him saying this say was normal will bring some trouble?" Travis asked.
"Well I wouldn't, if we weren't on a starship in the middle of nowhere." Hoshi said.
"Captain." T'Pol's monotone voice broke through the conversation.
"What is it?" Archer said, turning to his science officer, still smiling.
"There is a ship approaching," she paused, and if she hadn't been Vulcan, you could have sworn it would have been 'dramatic emphasis'.
A blue radiance materialized, directing itself into a beam, and swept across the bridge slowly.
"What is it?" Archer asked, as it neared him.
"It appears to be a scanning device." T'Pol said monotone as usual.
"It went right through the shields..." Malcolm said, tapping his console. The beam passed through the bridge.
"No... it's a transporter!" Malcolm said as he suddenly began to dematerialize into atoms.
"Mayweather! Set a course to follow the ship!"
"I can't sir." Travis said slowly.
"Talk to me Trip." Archer said.
"Sir, we're dead in the water." Trip responded over the intercom.
A second, massive jolt spread like a shock wave through Enterprise, setting Trip off balance. He slid off the catwalk. He grabbed the bar that ran the length of the engine console as his left foot caught the edge of the ladder rung. He bit his lip in frustration as he felt what supported him entirely begin to slide. His right foot couldn't get a hold of anything in time. Quick decision, make it now Trip, He told himself.
He mentally kicked himself and tried to slowly slide down so it wouldn't hurt so much on the landing-- Too bad it didn't work. He knocked his head against the rung anyway. He cussed loud enough for all officers in engineering to hear him. None looked up; it was typical of their Chief Engineer to utter 'words of encouragement' to noncooperative machinery.
"Trip we really could use those engines..." Archer reminded him.
"I know Cap'n, I'm workin' on it." Trip said, standing up and turning to go back up to the console. He stopped short. Someone he'd never seen before actually sat there on topmost rung of the ladder up to the console.
"Who the h*ll are you?" Trip said caustically, not in the mood for any of this.
"Are you talking to me that way?" The stranger said as if he was royalty.
"You know who I'm talkin' to." Trip said.
"You're right! Let's pretend there isn't anyone else here!"
Trip thought he must have hit his head harder than he thought. He and the stranger were alone in an empty Engineering. Trip empty gaze shifted, inspecting the entire room. He looked back to the catwalk and the mysterious stranger was gone.
He walked quickly to the wall and hit the intercom. "Trip to the Cap'n." He said, but the intercom didn't work.
"Allow me to introduce myself." The voice filled the entire room as if it was over the loud speakers.
"Yes, PLEASE!" Trip said, looking upward, as that's where the voice seemed to come from. Turing around again, and found himself face-to-face with the intruder, who was hang upside down from the bar he had been holding earlier.
The intruder grinned:
"I, Q!"
Author unknown
Disclaimer: i don't own Star Trek: Enterprise and certainly don't have the lucky pleasure of writing what gets to happen to the crew. (very unoriginal disclaimer i know-- i wasted too much time on the story to think of a good disclaimer that funny)
Point of Impact [formally titled, 'oh how Qt(cute)] ~ author unknown
---- The morning after the Feragnghi 'meeting' ----
Archer and Trip sat in the private dinner quarters and after a good long pause, Archer finally asked:
"So what did she say?"
"Ah she made some comment about 'hoping I had a good excuse'." Trip mumbled, trying to forget what the Sub-Commander had seen him in.
"Oh don't worry about it Trip." Archer said.
"I heard you had to pull rank on her?" Trip asked, he heard the Cap'n and Phlox talking about something along those lines.
"I did actually." Archer said rather solemnly.
Trip was rather startled, as he had those he had just heard wrong. "Seriously?"
"She wouldn't give me the keys." Archer said as he bit into his toast.
Trip snickered. He wished he could have seen that.
"It's not funny Trip." Archer said casting a dagger stare at his chief engineer.
Trip his smile behind his cup as he drank his coffee.
---- Later that same day, at dinner ----
Trip was sitting in the mess hall, writing down his log. He glanced at T'Pol who was also writing on a PADD. His imagination got the best of him as he began to thing over the encounter with the Feranghi.
Chief Engineer's log supplemental: For all of her emotions-- or lack their of, she sure found me stuck in my underwear funny. Somehow, i think she's been faking it the whole 'emotions' thing.
Captain's Log supplemental: I guess i should be glad T'Pol is a Vulcan. I think if Trip had been the one holding the keys he might not have given them to me...
Sub-Commander's log supplemental: I may have very well never given the keys to the Captain-- if he hadn't pulled rank on me.
Trip snicker in spite of himself. What the Captain had told him during breakfast had a lasting effect.
----- Two weeks later ----
"Just another day." Captain Jonathan Archer announced to his Bridge crew.
"Don't say that!" Hoshi said, "You'll jinx it!"
Archer chucked.
"Oh, don't tell me you really believe that him saying this say was normal will bring some trouble?" Travis asked.
"Well I wouldn't, if we weren't on a starship in the middle of nowhere." Hoshi said.
"Captain." T'Pol's monotone voice broke through the conversation.
"What is it?" Archer said, turning to his science officer, still smiling.
"There is a ship approaching," she paused, and if she hadn't been Vulcan, you could have sworn it would have been 'dramatic emphasis'.
A blue radiance materialized, directing itself into a beam, and swept across the bridge slowly.
"What is it?" Archer asked, as it neared him.
"It appears to be a scanning device." T'Pol said monotone as usual.
"It went right through the shields..." Malcolm said, tapping his console. The beam passed through the bridge.
"No... it's a transporter!" Malcolm said as he suddenly began to dematerialize into atoms.
"Mayweather! Set a course to follow the ship!"
"I can't sir." Travis said slowly.
"Talk to me Trip." Archer said.
"Sir, we're dead in the water." Trip responded over the intercom.
A second, massive jolt spread like a shock wave through Enterprise, setting Trip off balance. He slid off the catwalk. He grabbed the bar that ran the length of the engine console as his left foot caught the edge of the ladder rung. He bit his lip in frustration as he felt what supported him entirely begin to slide. His right foot couldn't get a hold of anything in time. Quick decision, make it now Trip, He told himself.
He mentally kicked himself and tried to slowly slide down so it wouldn't hurt so much on the landing-- Too bad it didn't work. He knocked his head against the rung anyway. He cussed loud enough for all officers in engineering to hear him. None looked up; it was typical of their Chief Engineer to utter 'words of encouragement' to noncooperative machinery.
"Trip we really could use those engines..." Archer reminded him.
"I know Cap'n, I'm workin' on it." Trip said, standing up and turning to go back up to the console. He stopped short. Someone he'd never seen before actually sat there on topmost rung of the ladder up to the console.
"Who the h*ll are you?" Trip said caustically, not in the mood for any of this.
"Are you talking to me that way?" The stranger said as if he was royalty.
"You know who I'm talkin' to." Trip said.
"You're right! Let's pretend there isn't anyone else here!"
Trip thought he must have hit his head harder than he thought. He and the stranger were alone in an empty Engineering. Trip empty gaze shifted, inspecting the entire room. He looked back to the catwalk and the mysterious stranger was gone.
He walked quickly to the wall and hit the intercom. "Trip to the Cap'n." He said, but the intercom didn't work.
"Allow me to introduce myself." The voice filled the entire room as if it was over the loud speakers.
"Yes, PLEASE!" Trip said, looking upward, as that's where the voice seemed to come from. Turing around again, and found himself face-to-face with the intruder, who was hang upside down from the bar he had been holding earlier.
The intruder grinned:
"I, Q!"
Author unknown