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However, I do own the little tale at the bottom of the page - that's all
mine!! HAHAHA!!!!!
NOTE: This looks like a long chapter. Well, sorry to disappoint, it's not........it's just a VERY long A/N at the end.
TRIP'S WAR - Chapter Nine
Archer sat in his quarters waiting for Trip. He'd expected him to already be there, but he arrived to find his quarters and the corridor empty. He was thinking about Trip's decision. He hoped he'd decide to return to the ship, but he knew three years was a long time, and that a lot had changed, both for Archer and Trip. The door chime brought him out of his thoughts. "Come." He called.
"Hey, Cap'n." trip said, entering the room and sitting down on the bed. "Hey, boy." He said to Porthos as the beagle jumped up on the bed. "Long time no see."
"You've decided?" Archer asked.
"Yeah," Trip replied, still playing with Porthos.
"Well?" Archer asked after Trip didn't elaborate.
Trip looked at Archer. "I wanna stay."
"You wanna come back?" Archer asked, smiling.
Trip nodded. "I know it'll be weird at first, but, well, if the crew are ok with it. I mean T'Pol might be a bit funny about it at first too, but I think that, well, Malcolm would be..........."
"Trip," Archer interrupted Trip's rant. "Everyone I've spoken with would like you to come back. The ship hasn't been the same since you died."
Trip raised his eyebrows questioningly.
"You know what I mean."
"I gotta go back to the village first though," Trip said. "If that's OK."
"Sure." Archer nodded. "What about Pete?" He suddenly realised that Trip leaving the planet would leave Pete alone. Or would he want Enterprise to take him back to Vulcan?
"We've spoken about it before." Trip said, "He decided a long time ago that if anything like this ever happened, he'd wanna stay on the planet." Trip sighed. "Guess he wouldn't really fit in back on Vulcan now anyway."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
T'Pol sat at her station on the bridge studying some of the bio scans taken from the planet. Archer, Trip and Pete had returned to the surface leaving her in command. They had been gone a little over an hour.
"Sub-Commander." Hoshi called from her station.
"Yes, Ensign." She replied, turning to face the comm. officer.
"It's Commander Tucker."
"On Screen." She said, standing and walking to the centre of the Bridge. "Commander?" She asked when Trip's face appeared on the screen. "What is wrong?" She asked, noticing the blood in the side of his face.
"The village was raided, the Captain..............." Trip furrowed his brow. "The Captain's gone."
A/N: There you go. Sorry it took so long. Sorry it was short. I hadn't thought of any interesting plot for in between Archers Quarters and the Bridge. And it's kinda harder than I thought typing on handed..............
LYL, Jen.
STOP - THIS IS THE END OF THE CHAPTER!!
What follows is - by popular demand (OK, three people): "THE TALE OF THE BROKEN BACK"
My elder sister, Natasha, and I we're sitting in the lounge watching TV. My elder brother Peter (who lives in Scotland, and so isn't in Birmingham too often) came in and sat down. "Do you wanna come to pub with me and Dave tonight?" He asked. Dave is Peter's friend.
"What?" Natasha asked, not looking away from the TV.
"The pub." Peter repeated. "With me and Dave. And Duncan. Helen's goin' 'cus she fancies Dunc, but she doesn't wanna be the only girl."
Helen is Dave's sister. She's older than me, but younger than Natasha, so she's friends' with both of us. Duncan is a friend of Peter and Dave. He lives in the same town as my brother in Scotland and comes down with him so he can see Dave and some other people who I don't know.
"OK." Natasha and I replied. So we went.
At 11:30pm the pub closed. But our craving for alcohol was not yet satisfied. So we all went back to Dave's flat - yey! Now you should know that when Peter gets drunk he starts talking about Russia. A lot.
After a few more hours of drinking, we moved on to the balcony. This probably wasn't such a good idea in our inebriated state, but we were drunk and it did seem like a good idea at the time...............
Duncan asked Pete a question about Russian Dancing. Peter can actually do this, as long as he's sober. But - despite the fact he was bladdered - he decided to give Duncan and Dave a demonstration. (Can you see where this is going????) Dave complained that he couldn't see, so Peter got up on the table and began to dance. However, he slipped backwards off the balcony. Duncan and I tried to grab his feet, and we did manage this. But we also got pulled over the balcony. Damn!
But all's well now. Peter's still in hospital with a broken back. I'm sitting here with my broken wrist, and Duncan's chuffed 'cus he's got two weeks off work with a broken leg. We weren't hurt as badly as Peter because we landed on top of him.
And there you go. My Saturday night. It sounds a bit like something you'd see in a Carry-On film! Hope you enjoyed it. If you didn't: then sorry. You didn't have to read it...........I warned you at the start of my story!! LYL, Jen.
NOTE: This looks like a long chapter. Well, sorry to disappoint, it's not........it's just a VERY long A/N at the end.
TRIP'S WAR - Chapter Nine
Archer sat in his quarters waiting for Trip. He'd expected him to already be there, but he arrived to find his quarters and the corridor empty. He was thinking about Trip's decision. He hoped he'd decide to return to the ship, but he knew three years was a long time, and that a lot had changed, both for Archer and Trip. The door chime brought him out of his thoughts. "Come." He called.
"Hey, Cap'n." trip said, entering the room and sitting down on the bed. "Hey, boy." He said to Porthos as the beagle jumped up on the bed. "Long time no see."
"You've decided?" Archer asked.
"Yeah," Trip replied, still playing with Porthos.
"Well?" Archer asked after Trip didn't elaborate.
Trip looked at Archer. "I wanna stay."
"You wanna come back?" Archer asked, smiling.
Trip nodded. "I know it'll be weird at first, but, well, if the crew are ok with it. I mean T'Pol might be a bit funny about it at first too, but I think that, well, Malcolm would be..........."
"Trip," Archer interrupted Trip's rant. "Everyone I've spoken with would like you to come back. The ship hasn't been the same since you died."
Trip raised his eyebrows questioningly.
"You know what I mean."
"I gotta go back to the village first though," Trip said. "If that's OK."
"Sure." Archer nodded. "What about Pete?" He suddenly realised that Trip leaving the planet would leave Pete alone. Or would he want Enterprise to take him back to Vulcan?
"We've spoken about it before." Trip said, "He decided a long time ago that if anything like this ever happened, he'd wanna stay on the planet." Trip sighed. "Guess he wouldn't really fit in back on Vulcan now anyway."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
T'Pol sat at her station on the bridge studying some of the bio scans taken from the planet. Archer, Trip and Pete had returned to the surface leaving her in command. They had been gone a little over an hour.
"Sub-Commander." Hoshi called from her station.
"Yes, Ensign." She replied, turning to face the comm. officer.
"It's Commander Tucker."
"On Screen." She said, standing and walking to the centre of the Bridge. "Commander?" She asked when Trip's face appeared on the screen. "What is wrong?" She asked, noticing the blood in the side of his face.
"The village was raided, the Captain..............." Trip furrowed his brow. "The Captain's gone."
A/N: There you go. Sorry it took so long. Sorry it was short. I hadn't thought of any interesting plot for in between Archers Quarters and the Bridge. And it's kinda harder than I thought typing on handed..............
LYL, Jen.
STOP - THIS IS THE END OF THE CHAPTER!!
What follows is - by popular demand (OK, three people): "THE TALE OF THE BROKEN BACK"
My elder sister, Natasha, and I we're sitting in the lounge watching TV. My elder brother Peter (who lives in Scotland, and so isn't in Birmingham too often) came in and sat down. "Do you wanna come to pub with me and Dave tonight?" He asked. Dave is Peter's friend.
"What?" Natasha asked, not looking away from the TV.
"The pub." Peter repeated. "With me and Dave. And Duncan. Helen's goin' 'cus she fancies Dunc, but she doesn't wanna be the only girl."
Helen is Dave's sister. She's older than me, but younger than Natasha, so she's friends' with both of us. Duncan is a friend of Peter and Dave. He lives in the same town as my brother in Scotland and comes down with him so he can see Dave and some other people who I don't know.
"OK." Natasha and I replied. So we went.
At 11:30pm the pub closed. But our craving for alcohol was not yet satisfied. So we all went back to Dave's flat - yey! Now you should know that when Peter gets drunk he starts talking about Russia. A lot.
After a few more hours of drinking, we moved on to the balcony. This probably wasn't such a good idea in our inebriated state, but we were drunk and it did seem like a good idea at the time...............
Duncan asked Pete a question about Russian Dancing. Peter can actually do this, as long as he's sober. But - despite the fact he was bladdered - he decided to give Duncan and Dave a demonstration. (Can you see where this is going????) Dave complained that he couldn't see, so Peter got up on the table and began to dance. However, he slipped backwards off the balcony. Duncan and I tried to grab his feet, and we did manage this. But we also got pulled over the balcony. Damn!
But all's well now. Peter's still in hospital with a broken back. I'm sitting here with my broken wrist, and Duncan's chuffed 'cus he's got two weeks off work with a broken leg. We weren't hurt as badly as Peter because we landed on top of him.
And there you go. My Saturday night. It sounds a bit like something you'd see in a Carry-On film! Hope you enjoyed it. If you didn't: then sorry. You didn't have to read it...........I warned you at the start of my story!! LYL, Jen.