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)
I forgot to mention are thoughts and // are equal to same time, different part of the ship //
Point of Impact [formally titled, 'oh how Qt (cute)] ~ author unknown
"Q." Trip said.
"Is there an echo in here? *Echo in here* **echo in here...**" His voice echoed.
Trip made a face. This guy was annoying. "Are you what stopped the ship?"
"No." Q said simply, doing a back flip, and landing on his feet. He proceeded to walk slowly around Trip, giving him a good look on all sides.
Trip remained silent, although wondering if he was really unconscious and lying in sickbay with a nasty concussion.
"I don't like your hair." Q said.
"What's wrong with it?" Trip demanded defensively.
"And you definitely need to work out more." Q said poking him in the stomach, striking another fatal blow to Trip's ego.
"What do you mean, more??" Trip said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"As in, more. Don't you humans have vocabulary?"
"Sure we do. They've got a word for you in our dictionary..." Trip threatened.
"Don't get hostile on me." Q said. "You should thank me." He snapped his fingers. Trip grabbed his hand.
"What did you just do??" He demanded, remembering last time he snapped those fingers engineering disappeared. Which, by the way, still hadn't been brought back from where ever Q had taken them.
It was then that Trip noticed, as he still had his hand around Q's that he wasn't wearing his long sleeve uniform. He stepped back, and pulled the shirt he was wearing away from his body.
"What is THIS?" Trip demanded in disgust. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and orange parachute pants and a 'Gilligan's Island' hat.
"It's a shirt." Q said, having more fun.
"Change it *back*." Trip said, his words spoken through his teeth.
"Oh but Commander-- it looks nice on you."
"Change. It. Back."
"Fine." Q snapped his fingers. His clothes were still there, but the scenery had changed. They were in his quarters. He gave Q a look of frustration.
"Everything." Trip said, "Not just engineering."
"I was told you were the 'fun' crew member." Q said, pouting.
Trip refused to look at Q, and instead walked into his lavatory, leaving Q sitting on his bed. A second later though--
Trip stormed out of his lavatory and was ready to kill Q.
"I'm really startin' to hate you."
Q grinned. "What, don't you like it?"
"You can mess with engineering," Trip said, taking a step closer. "You can mess with my mind," closer. "And you can mess with my clothes." He was towering over Q. "But don't you touch my hair."
"Oh fine." Q said feigning defeat. He snapped his fingers, disappearing. Trip ran his fingers through his hair, and breathed a sigh of relief. It was still there. He open his closet.
Then he slammed the door shut. "Oh that's right. Laugh it up." Trip said, because he knew Q was still able to hear him.
His closet was filled with bright Hawaiian shirts and orange parachute pants.
----Engineering a few minutes later (long enough for Trip to find another unifmor to wear ;)----
"Ok Cap'n."
"We need the engines now Trip."
"I need two minutes." Trip said, quickly tapping on the console.
// Archer looked over at T'Pol.
"The ship is gone." She said needlessly. //
"Who's gone Cap'n?" Trip asked.
// "Malcolm. He was transported off the ship." Archer said.//
"Malcolm??" Trip asked.
---- T'Pol, Archer and Trip are in the private dining hall eating dinner that same day---
"So he's just gone?" Trip said.
Archer nodded.
"Huh."
"Aren't you going to introduce us?" Q asked.
Trip absent-mindedly let his head rest on his hand in annoyance as Archer stood to be diplomatic.
"Who are you and who did you get here?"
"Why don't you ask the Commander?"
"Trip..." Archer said, looking from Q to his chief engineer-- "Is there something you want to tell me?"
Trip bit his lip and shook his head. "I don't know who that is." Trip lied.
"After all we did earlier... I'm hurt." Q said.
While this had been going on, T'Pol, in her no-nonsense way had walked smartly over to the intercom. "We have a security breach."
"Oh Sub-Commander." Q said, suddenly appearing in front of T'Pol. He put his hand on her shoulders and tried to push her away.
"Remove your hand." She said thinly.
"I think you are entirely too tense." Q said, letting go and snapping his fingers.
Trip and Archer watched as T'Pol suddenly was on a table, with a towel drapped around her and Q suddenly became a masseur.
Trip couldn't help but snicker, even though he was getting the dagger glare from Archer for the second time today.
"This is entirely inappropriate." T'Pol said with her usual excitement.
Author unknown
Yes yes, I know I know-- I haven't forgotten about Malcolm-- I wanted to be a little Qte myself.
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)
I forgot to mention are thoughts and // are equal to same time, different part of the ship //
Point of Impact [formally titled, 'oh how Qt (cute)] ~ author unknown
"Q." Trip said.
"Is there an echo in here? *Echo in here* **echo in here...**" His voice echoed.
Trip made a face. This guy was annoying. "Are you what stopped the ship?"
"No." Q said simply, doing a back flip, and landing on his feet. He proceeded to walk slowly around Trip, giving him a good look on all sides.
Trip remained silent, although wondering if he was really unconscious and lying in sickbay with a nasty concussion.
"I don't like your hair." Q said.
"What's wrong with it?" Trip demanded defensively.
"And you definitely need to work out more." Q said poking him in the stomach, striking another fatal blow to Trip's ego.
"What do you mean, more??" Trip said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"As in, more. Don't you humans have vocabulary?"
"Sure we do. They've got a word for you in our dictionary..." Trip threatened.
"Don't get hostile on me." Q said. "You should thank me." He snapped his fingers. Trip grabbed his hand.
"What did you just do??" He demanded, remembering last time he snapped those fingers engineering disappeared. Which, by the way, still hadn't been brought back from where ever Q had taken them.
It was then that Trip noticed, as he still had his hand around Q's that he wasn't wearing his long sleeve uniform. He stepped back, and pulled the shirt he was wearing away from his body.
"What is THIS?" Trip demanded in disgust. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and orange parachute pants and a 'Gilligan's Island' hat.
"It's a shirt." Q said, having more fun.
"Change it *back*." Trip said, his words spoken through his teeth.
"Oh but Commander-- it looks nice on you."
"Change. It. Back."
"Fine." Q snapped his fingers. His clothes were still there, but the scenery had changed. They were in his quarters. He gave Q a look of frustration.
"Everything." Trip said, "Not just engineering."
"I was told you were the 'fun' crew member." Q said, pouting.
Trip refused to look at Q, and instead walked into his lavatory, leaving Q sitting on his bed. A second later though--
Trip stormed out of his lavatory and was ready to kill Q.
"I'm really startin' to hate you."
Q grinned. "What, don't you like it?"
"You can mess with engineering," Trip said, taking a step closer. "You can mess with my mind," closer. "And you can mess with my clothes." He was towering over Q. "But don't you touch my hair."
"Oh fine." Q said feigning defeat. He snapped his fingers, disappearing. Trip ran his fingers through his hair, and breathed a sigh of relief. It was still there. He open his closet.
Then he slammed the door shut. "Oh that's right. Laugh it up." Trip said, because he knew Q was still able to hear him.
His closet was filled with bright Hawaiian shirts and orange parachute pants.
----Engineering a few minutes later (long enough for Trip to find another unifmor to wear ;)----
"Ok Cap'n."
"We need the engines now Trip."
"I need two minutes." Trip said, quickly tapping on the console.
// Archer looked over at T'Pol.
"The ship is gone." She said needlessly. //
"Who's gone Cap'n?" Trip asked.
// "Malcolm. He was transported off the ship." Archer said.//
"Malcolm??" Trip asked.
---- T'Pol, Archer and Trip are in the private dining hall eating dinner that same day---
"So he's just gone?" Trip said.
Archer nodded.
"Huh."
"Aren't you going to introduce us?" Q asked.
Trip absent-mindedly let his head rest on his hand in annoyance as Archer stood to be diplomatic.
"Who are you and who did you get here?"
"Why don't you ask the Commander?"
"Trip..." Archer said, looking from Q to his chief engineer-- "Is there something you want to tell me?"
Trip bit his lip and shook his head. "I don't know who that is." Trip lied.
"After all we did earlier... I'm hurt." Q said.
While this had been going on, T'Pol, in her no-nonsense way had walked smartly over to the intercom. "We have a security breach."
"Oh Sub-Commander." Q said, suddenly appearing in front of T'Pol. He put his hand on her shoulders and tried to push her away.
"Remove your hand." She said thinly.
"I think you are entirely too tense." Q said, letting go and snapping his fingers.
Trip and Archer watched as T'Pol suddenly was on a table, with a towel drapped around her and Q suddenly became a masseur.
Trip couldn't help but snicker, even though he was getting the dagger glare from Archer for the second time today.
"This is entirely inappropriate." T'Pol said with her usual excitement.
Author unknown
Yes yes, I know I know-- I haven't forgotten about Malcolm-- I wanted to be a little Qte myself.