DISCLAIMER: Not mine - don't sue.........
NOTE: Are there still screwdrivers/wrenches in the future? Probably not. But it was the only thing I could think of that would be in Engineering and is kinda pointy!
And for who ever it was that reviewed and asked what TOS meant - The Original Series (now I've said that, I bet it doesn't.........DOH!!)
THE ENGINEER'S UNION - Chapter Three.
"Trip!" Archer shouted through the door of Main Engineering. "Trip! Are you OK?"
There was no answer. The screaming had stopped. It seemed to Archer to last forever, although he knew in reality it'd only been a seconds.
"Perfectly safe?" Malcolm asked, turning to T'Pol. He walked over to Archer. "Sir?"
Archer looked at him.
"We could try and get the door down."
Archer thought for a minute. "Do it."
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"What have you done!" Johnson said, looking from the unconscious Commander to Blackwell.
"Harris said too," Blackwell replied.
"You idiot!" McDermott said, walking over to the Commander. "We are so dead."
"Calm down, for God's sake," Harris said, walking to stand next to Easton. "Easton an I agree, don't we?"
"On what?" Easton asked, looking from the unconscious man to Harris.
"You know," Harris prompted him.
"No, I don't," He said, shaking his head. "I don't think I do. And I don't think I agree with you anymore." He looked at Trip. "This is wrong."
Harris was about to protest but was cut off by Blackwell. "They're right," he said. "What have we done?"
All of them, bar Harris, walked towards the door. "Where are you going?" Harris asked them.
"This is wrong, Harris." Johnson said, turning back to face him. "I personally don't wanna spend the rest of the journey in the Brig. I'm going."
"Me too." McDermott said, standing next to Johnson. Blackwell and Easton nodded.
"So you're all leaving?" Harris asked. They nodded. "You little chicken shits." He said, starting towards them.
What happened next happened so quickly, the five Crewmen didn't have time to react.
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Malcolm had managed to get the door to Main Engineering to open. The five Crewmen, after being checked out by Doctor Phlox, had been sent to their quarters where they were to wait for their appropriate punishment. Trip had been brought to Sickbay, where he now lay on a bio-bed.
"So he'll be OK?" Archer asked Phlox.
"He'll be a bit sore, but he'll be fine." Phlox said, smiling at the Captain. He walked over to his workstation to give the two some privacy.
Archer walked over to the bio-bed and sat down in the chair Phlox had placed next to it. "Trip," Archer said softly. "You awake?"
"Yeah," Trip replied, quietly.
"How ya feeling?"
"How'd ya think?"
"Phlox said you should be OK in a couple of days," Archer continued, ignoring the sarcastic tone in his friend's voice. "Your shoulder should be healed by then. You've got a hairline skull fracture. That'll be sore for a few of days, but there's not much he can do there."
"What?" Trip asked, with a look of utter confusion of his face.
"They stabbed you in the shoulder," Archer said, trying to jog Trip's memory. Archer saw that hadn't helped much, and that the Engineer was still looking perplexed. "With the screwdriver............."
"Oh," Trip said. He was quiet for a minute. "Who?"
"You don't remember?" Archer asked, concerned.
"Not really." Trip said, trying to sit up. He decided against it when he felt a bolt of pain shoot down his left arm. "Ow," he said, lying back down.
"There was D3DL leak in Engineering last night. Crewmen Easton, Harris, Blackwell, Johnson and McDermott were affected." Archer explained. "They took you hostage. They stabbed you in the shoulder, then hit you over the head with a wrench."
"Great," Trip said, sighing. "Just great."
"You OK?" Archer asked.
"Yeah," Trip said. "It's just that, well........" Trip shook his head, but soon regretted.
"What?" Archer asked, leaning back in the chair.
"In a hundred years time, what'll people remember you for?"
Archer was taken aback by this question. Not able to think of an answer, he shook his head.
"People'll remember you as the first Captain of a wrap five ship. T'Pol'll just be T'Pol. Hoshi's the first Human to speak Klingon and God knows how many other languages. I'm sure Malcolm and Travis'll come up with something to be remembered by. What about me?"
Archer, again not knowing what to say, shrugged.
"I'll tell ya." Trip said, "I'll be the guy that got preganent, the guy who got sellotaped to a chair. I'll be..........I dunno!"
"You saved the ship from pirates." Archer pointed out.
"I was in my underwear!"
"That's not the point, Trip," Archer said, standing. "You're the first Chief Engineer. You're probably one of the best Engineer's Earth has to offer. You're defiantly the best Starfleet has."
"I still got knocked up."
"That doesn't matter," Archer said sitting back down. "It's kinda interesting, really." Trip raised his eyebrows. "Oh, come on," Archer said. "You're just tired. Get some sleep." He said, standing. "I'll come and se you later."
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"So what do we do with them, Sir?" Malcolm asked Archer.
It had been a full day since the Engineering incident, and they now had to decide how to punish the five people involved. "Commander Tucker doesn't seem to bothered about it." Archer said. "I think, maybe a good telling off will do."
"Sir!" Malcolm protested. "The held a senior officer captive. I think maybe a little more that a 'good telling off' is in order."
"It wasn't their fault, Malcolm." Archer said.
"It was still insubordination." Malcolm muttered under his breath.
"Pardon, Mr Reed?" Archer asked, knowing full well what the younger man had said.
"I said they were still insubordinate, sir." Malcolm repeated louder.
"If they had been of sound mind, then yes, I'd agree," Archer said. "Anyway, Trip doesn't want to do anything, so we wont."
"Very well, Sir." Malcolm said. "May I return to the bridge?"
"Yes," Archer said. After Malcolm had gone, he turned to his computer to log his report.
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"I'm sure, Malcolm." Trip said. He had been discharged from Sickbay, but was still excused from duty for the next few days.
"Ok, fine." Malcolm said, defeated. "It's your choice."
"Well, what'd you do?" Trip asked.
"I don't know." Reed confessed. "I still can't believe they used a screwdriver." Malcolm said. "Of all the things.........."
"I'll have you know that hurt," Trip said. "Anyway, it's all over now. I can't do anything 'bout it."
"I can't believe they got the Union," Malcolm said, not paying attention to what had just been said by Trip.
"Well, Cap'n Archer promised, so they got it." Trip said.
Malcolm nodded silently. "When are you back on duty?" He asked.
"Three days." Trip said without thinking much about the answer.
"How do you feel?" Malcolm asked.
"I'm OK, thanks. My head still kinda hurts if I move it too fast, but other than that, I'm fine."
They sat in silence for a few minutes.
"Well," Malcolm said, standing. "I best be getting back to work."
"Yeah," Trip said, standing and following Malcolm to the door. "I'll see ya later." He said as Malcolm left. Trip closed the door and moved to his computer to record his personal log.
THE END.
A/N: If you think that writing was a little different from the other chapters, it is. I'm not Jenichia! (She only wrote the first part of this chapter.)
Hello! I'm Ivan - her little brother. Jen's had to go on a Course Work Trip with her course at university, and gave me a brief of what to write. I don't know if I was supposed to post it or not, but I did, and it's here!
If you don't like it, sorry. I'm not sure if this is what she wanted to have happen, but hey! If it's wrong, I'm sure she'll reload it or whatever.
I best go - homework calls. Bye for now! Ivan XxXxXxX
NOTE: Are there still screwdrivers/wrenches in the future? Probably not. But it was the only thing I could think of that would be in Engineering and is kinda pointy!
And for who ever it was that reviewed and asked what TOS meant - The Original Series (now I've said that, I bet it doesn't.........DOH!!)
THE ENGINEER'S UNION - Chapter Three.
"Trip!" Archer shouted through the door of Main Engineering. "Trip! Are you OK?"
There was no answer. The screaming had stopped. It seemed to Archer to last forever, although he knew in reality it'd only been a seconds.
"Perfectly safe?" Malcolm asked, turning to T'Pol. He walked over to Archer. "Sir?"
Archer looked at him.
"We could try and get the door down."
Archer thought for a minute. "Do it."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"What have you done!" Johnson said, looking from the unconscious Commander to Blackwell.
"Harris said too," Blackwell replied.
"You idiot!" McDermott said, walking over to the Commander. "We are so dead."
"Calm down, for God's sake," Harris said, walking to stand next to Easton. "Easton an I agree, don't we?"
"On what?" Easton asked, looking from the unconscious man to Harris.
"You know," Harris prompted him.
"No, I don't," He said, shaking his head. "I don't think I do. And I don't think I agree with you anymore." He looked at Trip. "This is wrong."
Harris was about to protest but was cut off by Blackwell. "They're right," he said. "What have we done?"
All of them, bar Harris, walked towards the door. "Where are you going?" Harris asked them.
"This is wrong, Harris." Johnson said, turning back to face him. "I personally don't wanna spend the rest of the journey in the Brig. I'm going."
"Me too." McDermott said, standing next to Johnson. Blackwell and Easton nodded.
"So you're all leaving?" Harris asked. They nodded. "You little chicken shits." He said, starting towards them.
What happened next happened so quickly, the five Crewmen didn't have time to react.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Malcolm had managed to get the door to Main Engineering to open. The five Crewmen, after being checked out by Doctor Phlox, had been sent to their quarters where they were to wait for their appropriate punishment. Trip had been brought to Sickbay, where he now lay on a bio-bed.
"So he'll be OK?" Archer asked Phlox.
"He'll be a bit sore, but he'll be fine." Phlox said, smiling at the Captain. He walked over to his workstation to give the two some privacy.
Archer walked over to the bio-bed and sat down in the chair Phlox had placed next to it. "Trip," Archer said softly. "You awake?"
"Yeah," Trip replied, quietly.
"How ya feeling?"
"How'd ya think?"
"Phlox said you should be OK in a couple of days," Archer continued, ignoring the sarcastic tone in his friend's voice. "Your shoulder should be healed by then. You've got a hairline skull fracture. That'll be sore for a few of days, but there's not much he can do there."
"What?" Trip asked, with a look of utter confusion of his face.
"They stabbed you in the shoulder," Archer said, trying to jog Trip's memory. Archer saw that hadn't helped much, and that the Engineer was still looking perplexed. "With the screwdriver............."
"Oh," Trip said. He was quiet for a minute. "Who?"
"You don't remember?" Archer asked, concerned.
"Not really." Trip said, trying to sit up. He decided against it when he felt a bolt of pain shoot down his left arm. "Ow," he said, lying back down.
"There was D3DL leak in Engineering last night. Crewmen Easton, Harris, Blackwell, Johnson and McDermott were affected." Archer explained. "They took you hostage. They stabbed you in the shoulder, then hit you over the head with a wrench."
"Great," Trip said, sighing. "Just great."
"You OK?" Archer asked.
"Yeah," Trip said. "It's just that, well........" Trip shook his head, but soon regretted.
"What?" Archer asked, leaning back in the chair.
"In a hundred years time, what'll people remember you for?"
Archer was taken aback by this question. Not able to think of an answer, he shook his head.
"People'll remember you as the first Captain of a wrap five ship. T'Pol'll just be T'Pol. Hoshi's the first Human to speak Klingon and God knows how many other languages. I'm sure Malcolm and Travis'll come up with something to be remembered by. What about me?"
Archer, again not knowing what to say, shrugged.
"I'll tell ya." Trip said, "I'll be the guy that got preganent, the guy who got sellotaped to a chair. I'll be..........I dunno!"
"You saved the ship from pirates." Archer pointed out.
"I was in my underwear!"
"That's not the point, Trip," Archer said, standing. "You're the first Chief Engineer. You're probably one of the best Engineer's Earth has to offer. You're defiantly the best Starfleet has."
"I still got knocked up."
"That doesn't matter," Archer said sitting back down. "It's kinda interesting, really." Trip raised his eyebrows. "Oh, come on," Archer said. "You're just tired. Get some sleep." He said, standing. "I'll come and se you later."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"So what do we do with them, Sir?" Malcolm asked Archer.
It had been a full day since the Engineering incident, and they now had to decide how to punish the five people involved. "Commander Tucker doesn't seem to bothered about it." Archer said. "I think, maybe a good telling off will do."
"Sir!" Malcolm protested. "The held a senior officer captive. I think maybe a little more that a 'good telling off' is in order."
"It wasn't their fault, Malcolm." Archer said.
"It was still insubordination." Malcolm muttered under his breath.
"Pardon, Mr Reed?" Archer asked, knowing full well what the younger man had said.
"I said they were still insubordinate, sir." Malcolm repeated louder.
"If they had been of sound mind, then yes, I'd agree," Archer said. "Anyway, Trip doesn't want to do anything, so we wont."
"Very well, Sir." Malcolm said. "May I return to the bridge?"
"Yes," Archer said. After Malcolm had gone, he turned to his computer to log his report.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"I'm sure, Malcolm." Trip said. He had been discharged from Sickbay, but was still excused from duty for the next few days.
"Ok, fine." Malcolm said, defeated. "It's your choice."
"Well, what'd you do?" Trip asked.
"I don't know." Reed confessed. "I still can't believe they used a screwdriver." Malcolm said. "Of all the things.........."
"I'll have you know that hurt," Trip said. "Anyway, it's all over now. I can't do anything 'bout it."
"I can't believe they got the Union," Malcolm said, not paying attention to what had just been said by Trip.
"Well, Cap'n Archer promised, so they got it." Trip said.
Malcolm nodded silently. "When are you back on duty?" He asked.
"Three days." Trip said without thinking much about the answer.
"How do you feel?" Malcolm asked.
"I'm OK, thanks. My head still kinda hurts if I move it too fast, but other than that, I'm fine."
They sat in silence for a few minutes.
"Well," Malcolm said, standing. "I best be getting back to work."
"Yeah," Trip said, standing and following Malcolm to the door. "I'll see ya later." He said as Malcolm left. Trip closed the door and moved to his computer to record his personal log.
THE END.
A/N: If you think that writing was a little different from the other chapters, it is. I'm not Jenichia! (She only wrote the first part of this chapter.)
Hello! I'm Ivan - her little brother. Jen's had to go on a Course Work Trip with her course at university, and gave me a brief of what to write. I don't know if I was supposed to post it or not, but I did, and it's here!
If you don't like it, sorry. I'm not sure if this is what she wanted to have happen, but hey! If it's wrong, I'm sure she'll reload it or whatever.
I best go - homework calls. Bye for now! Ivan XxXxXxX