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
if you haven't noticed, for the chapters had been right after another. this is no different.
----- Engineering -----
Trip walked into engineering, the strangest look on his face that his team had ever seen. They left him alone, save for things of importance; but even then, he seemed distracted.
A skeleton crew was all that was left in engineering at 23:00, Trip and about nine others. He still hadn't fixed the warp drive, and as of yet hadn't been able to figure why they weren't functioning properly.
Atoms completely stripped of their energy? It was preposterous, especially in a Chief Engineer's mind. He sleeves were rolled up and he had dull aches everywhere. As he sat down at a console, he sighed heavily.
"Commander Tucker."
"Hmmm?" Trip turned, but none of his crew was present.
He was hearing things again.
Inwardly he groaned, staring at the console's screen. Where did the energy go? It couldn't have just disappeared--
"Commander!" The voice interrupted his thoughts sharply.
Malcolm was leaning against the desk that the computer sat on, his hands pressed on the surface as he leaned closer to see what Trip was doing.
Trip engrossed in his elementary chemistry and physics enough that he didn't hear one of his crew talking to him at first.
"Sir?"
Trip was trying to pay attention, but it wasn't working. On the desk were two handprint-shaped areas of condensation that had formed suddenly.
"Do you see that Ensign?" Trip suddenly asked.
"Yeah." She responded slowly.
"You didn't put those there?" He persisted.
"No. I... I just got here." she shivered involuntarily.
"What was it you need'd Ensign?" Trip said suddenly, distracting her from the handprints.
"Oh uh... we... we fixed the uhm conduit." she shuttered, trying to not think about them. She left hurriedly.
"Tucker to the Cap'n."
"Archer here. Go ahead Trip."
"Sir, I figured where the energy went."
"I'll be right there. Archer out."
"This is just a hunch..." Trip said to himself.
Archer was there within a matter of minutes, Trip explaining what he'd discovered on the desk.
"They're Malcolm's handprints." Trip said, showing the console screen to Archer.
"Those have been there days, Trip." Archer dismissed Trip's idea quickly. "I saw the transport."
But Trip refused to give up, turning back to the screen to study the prints.
Malcolm growled to himself. Earlier he hadn't a bit of trouble talking to the Commander. What had changed, that now as hard as he tried, Trip just didn't hear him. Malcolm started pacing the floor, trying to remember, if anything, the difference between the times he knew the Commander could hear him and when Trip couldn't.
He slammed his hand down angrily on the table. "Trip!"
Trip suddenly looked back up at Archer, who had been calling his name. Both hands were on the table, and he had been calling him for what seemed like the umpteenth time before he answer.
"Malcolm?" Trip said slowly, utterly confused. Malcolm was standing there like the Captain had been, only well-- it was Malcolm, not Archer he was looking at.
"What?" Archer asked, wondering exactly what was going on inside the head of his chief engineer. Trip was gawking at him.
"You can hear me?" Malcolm said, at just a little later than Archer's question.
When Trip didn't answer, Malcolm was more than a little furious. He jerked away from the table before he exploded entirely. Maybe it had just been coincidence that Trip really didn't know he was here.
"Trip?" Archer was getting a little concerned. His Chief Engineer couldn't focus since he'd walked through the doors.
Trip shook his head, "am I hallucinating?" he whispered to himself.
"You're not!" Malcolm snapped. "I'm really here!! You really saw me!!" Malcolm reached out, ready to shake the living daylights out of Trip.
Trip shook his head. "Maybe I ought to go to sickbay..." He told Archer.
"What's wrong?" Now Archer was seriously concerned. Trip stood, ready to go, pushing past the captain.
------ Sickbay --------
Trip was seated on the biobed; Archer standing with his arms crossed, T'Pol with hers behind her back, both near Trip and the doctor. Malcolm, still hopelessly oblivious to everyone, was leaning against the wall near the door.
"You saw Lieutenant Reed?" Phlox said, a little incredulous.
"He was standin' ther just where the Cap'n had been." Trip said.
"Has this happened before?" Phlox continued.
"Never saw 'im, heard him once i think." Trip said. Archer shot him a glance that clearly said, 'when? you never said anything about this?'
"What did he say?" T'Pol asked innocently. Well, for a Vulcan.
"Oh bloody--" Malcolm stopped short.
"It was... nothin' really. An inside joke." Trip said, not being able to look T'Pol in the eye.
"You're in perfect health, Commander. But by no means does that means it couldn't have been a hallucination. It could have been a momentary thing--" Dr. Phlox was interrupted by Trip.
"So I could have seen 'im?" Trip said.
Doctor Phlox seemed inclined not to believe that this was anything other. There just wasn't any evidence of a mental condition. The Denobulan stayed silent, and Trip could tell exactly what all in the room were thinking; he was crazy.
"I saw him. It wasn't a hallucination." Trip said defensively.
"Captain." T'Pol turned smartly and faced Archer. "I propose a mind meld."
author unknown
is this getting confusing?? to quote one author 'a wrote myself into a corner' yeah guess what? so did i. and now i'm trying to figure out how exaclty to get out with just drawing a door with a magic pen and escaping.
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
if you haven't noticed, for the chapters had been right after another. this is no different.
----- Engineering -----
Trip walked into engineering, the strangest look on his face that his team had ever seen. They left him alone, save for things of importance; but even then, he seemed distracted.
A skeleton crew was all that was left in engineering at 23:00, Trip and about nine others. He still hadn't fixed the warp drive, and as of yet hadn't been able to figure why they weren't functioning properly.
Atoms completely stripped of their energy? It was preposterous, especially in a Chief Engineer's mind. He sleeves were rolled up and he had dull aches everywhere. As he sat down at a console, he sighed heavily.
"Commander Tucker."
"Hmmm?" Trip turned, but none of his crew was present.
He was hearing things again.
Inwardly he groaned, staring at the console's screen. Where did the energy go? It couldn't have just disappeared--
"Commander!" The voice interrupted his thoughts sharply.
Malcolm was leaning against the desk that the computer sat on, his hands pressed on the surface as he leaned closer to see what Trip was doing.
Trip engrossed in his elementary chemistry and physics enough that he didn't hear one of his crew talking to him at first.
"Sir?"
Trip was trying to pay attention, but it wasn't working. On the desk were two handprint-shaped areas of condensation that had formed suddenly.
"Do you see that Ensign?" Trip suddenly asked.
"Yeah." She responded slowly.
"You didn't put those there?" He persisted.
"No. I... I just got here." she shivered involuntarily.
"What was it you need'd Ensign?" Trip said suddenly, distracting her from the handprints.
"Oh uh... we... we fixed the uhm conduit." she shuttered, trying to not think about them. She left hurriedly.
"Tucker to the Cap'n."
"Archer here. Go ahead Trip."
"Sir, I figured where the energy went."
"I'll be right there. Archer out."
"This is just a hunch..." Trip said to himself.
Archer was there within a matter of minutes, Trip explaining what he'd discovered on the desk.
"They're Malcolm's handprints." Trip said, showing the console screen to Archer.
"Those have been there days, Trip." Archer dismissed Trip's idea quickly. "I saw the transport."
But Trip refused to give up, turning back to the screen to study the prints.
Malcolm growled to himself. Earlier he hadn't a bit of trouble talking to the Commander. What had changed, that now as hard as he tried, Trip just didn't hear him. Malcolm started pacing the floor, trying to remember, if anything, the difference between the times he knew the Commander could hear him and when Trip couldn't.
He slammed his hand down angrily on the table. "Trip!"
Trip suddenly looked back up at Archer, who had been calling his name. Both hands were on the table, and he had been calling him for what seemed like the umpteenth time before he answer.
"Malcolm?" Trip said slowly, utterly confused. Malcolm was standing there like the Captain had been, only well-- it was Malcolm, not Archer he was looking at.
"What?" Archer asked, wondering exactly what was going on inside the head of his chief engineer. Trip was gawking at him.
"You can hear me?" Malcolm said, at just a little later than Archer's question.
When Trip didn't answer, Malcolm was more than a little furious. He jerked away from the table before he exploded entirely. Maybe it had just been coincidence that Trip really didn't know he was here.
"Trip?" Archer was getting a little concerned. His Chief Engineer couldn't focus since he'd walked through the doors.
Trip shook his head, "am I hallucinating?" he whispered to himself.
"You're not!" Malcolm snapped. "I'm really here!! You really saw me!!" Malcolm reached out, ready to shake the living daylights out of Trip.
Trip shook his head. "Maybe I ought to go to sickbay..." He told Archer.
"What's wrong?" Now Archer was seriously concerned. Trip stood, ready to go, pushing past the captain.
------ Sickbay --------
Trip was seated on the biobed; Archer standing with his arms crossed, T'Pol with hers behind her back, both near Trip and the doctor. Malcolm, still hopelessly oblivious to everyone, was leaning against the wall near the door.
"You saw Lieutenant Reed?" Phlox said, a little incredulous.
"He was standin' ther just where the Cap'n had been." Trip said.
"Has this happened before?" Phlox continued.
"Never saw 'im, heard him once i think." Trip said. Archer shot him a glance that clearly said, 'when? you never said anything about this?'
"What did he say?" T'Pol asked innocently. Well, for a Vulcan.
"Oh bloody--" Malcolm stopped short.
"It was... nothin' really. An inside joke." Trip said, not being able to look T'Pol in the eye.
"You're in perfect health, Commander. But by no means does that means it couldn't have been a hallucination. It could have been a momentary thing--" Dr. Phlox was interrupted by Trip.
"So I could have seen 'im?" Trip said.
Doctor Phlox seemed inclined not to believe that this was anything other. There just wasn't any evidence of a mental condition. The Denobulan stayed silent, and Trip could tell exactly what all in the room were thinking; he was crazy.
"I saw him. It wasn't a hallucination." Trip said defensively.
"Captain." T'Pol turned smartly and faced Archer. "I propose a mind meld."
author unknown
is this getting confusing?? to quote one author 'a wrote myself into a corner' yeah guess what? so did i. and now i'm trying to figure out how exaclty to get out with just drawing a door with a magic pen and escaping.