Ticklish situation 6...
Ok by now.. There is no distinguishable plot.. This chappy is a bit confuzzling.. But it it funny… So only this and the Epilog left J Yay!
Trip followed T'Pol out the door and into the corridor. He proceeded to follow her into a Turbo lift. Trips eyebrow raised as the Lift suddenly jerked to a stop.
"What the…" He said. "There wasn't anything wrong with them this morning."
Perhaps there isn't anything wrong with them at all," T'Pol suggested moving her hand slowly away from the circuits on the wall of the lift.
"What..." Trip asked starting to get worried.
"Perhaps they it simply stopped" T'Pol said slyly knowing Trip wouldn't believe that for a second.
That was all Trip needed to hear to know that T'Pol had stopped the lift.
"Why!?!?!?!?!?" He asked getting anxious.
"Have I not made my intentions clear?" Asked T'Pol innocently moving ever so slowly toward him in the confined space.
"T'POL!!!" Trip yelled trying to avoid her. "WHAT THE HELL!!!"
T'Pol tried to stop him from moving, But Trip dodged her and moved toward the circuit breaker.
"This won't be too hard to fix..." Trip said eyeing the very mangled wires.
Trip tried desperately to fix them but with no success. T'Pol was right behind him hugging him shoulders as he leaned over to work on the circuits.
"T'POL!!!" Trip screamed "What the Hell!?" Trip fumbled with the wires for a short time than realized he wouldn't get anywhere with T'Pol trying to make out with him. Than he remembered 'Duh' he said to himself 'Why didn't I think of this before!' He reached for the comm in the lift.
"Trip to the Bridge!" He almost yelled trying to get T'Pol away from his mouth.
"Bridge here, what is it Trip?" The captain asked.
"um... The.-kiss-.. Lift....-kiss-....is Stalled -kiss-.. A little help here!-kiss-" Trip couldn't keep T'Pol away in that small lift. He had to yell over her.
"T'POL STOP IT!" Trip yelled, forgetting for a moment that the comm was on.
"Uh…sure Trip. What's going on in there?" The captain asked assumedly confused.
"Uh... nothing.... Can you have the doctor meet us when the lift stops? And ONLY the doctor..." Trip insisted pleading.
"Sure Trip…" The captain knew he could figure out what was happening in there eventually.
"And -kiss- please -kiss- hur -kiss- ry!" Trip shouted before turning off the comm and pushing T'Pol up to the wall staying as far away from her as possible at the same time.
"T'Pol what the hell is wrong with you!" Trip said holding her arm up to the wall but having trouble keeping her there, Vulcans where after all much stronger than humans.
"All I want is you!" T'Pol said huskily.
"T'Pol, I can't...not like this...get off!" Trip began to panic as her hand slid up his shirt.
"But I want you...Now! Like this!" T'Pol gushed, sliding her other hand under his shirt.
Trip wiggled both her hands out of his shirt, despite her attempts to keep them in.
"T'Pol!" He squeaked as her hands found *another* place to go. "No no nonononono!!!!" He forced both her hands above her head and pinned her on the floor with an adrenaline-fuelled burst of strength he hadn't known he was capable of.
"Why can't you just let me… us!!" T'Pol insisted.
"T'Pol STOP!!" Trip insisted. He wasn't sure if he was more afraid of her or that he might give in… "Come on guys what's taking you so long" Trip called out to no one…
"TRIP!" T'Pol shouted as she squirmed trying to get out of his grasp.
Trip just kept holding her down with all his strength, but she started to use her lower body to her advantage and started to squirm free.
Trip decided the only way to make her stop would be to lay on her, no matter how much he was going to hate it...
Trip lay down on top of T'Pol, and used a wrestling pin he normally used on Jon to hold her down. T'Pol took the opportunity to slide her hand up his shirt again.
Trip squeaked, and lost the pin. T'Pol flipped him over so she was lying on *him*. Trip pulled and squirmed, but he couldn't break her hold.
T'Pol began to kiss his neck, and Trip cried out. T'Pol nipped him and he screamed.
It was the only thing he could think of to make her stop. She stopped, surprised. He flipped her back over and again assumed the wrestling pin.
As Trip resumed the wrestling position, the turbolift door suddenly opened
Dr. Phlox stood there with an odd grin on his face and quickly moved toward the lift.
"Commander, what seems to be the problem?" He said eyeing the odd position he was in. and the look on T'Pol's face.
"I'd rather not talk about it Doc!" Trip insisted "I'd-" Trip was interrupted by T'Pol.
"TRIP!!" She yelled "I WANT TO BE ALONE WITH TRIP!" she yelled again glaring at the doctor.
"COULD YOU HELP ME HERE!" Trip pleaded.
The doctor moved over to the two in the lift and knelt down and injected T'Pol with something that knocked her out quickly. Trip relaxed as her body got weak and slowly got off of her.
"What the Hell is wrong with T'Pol!" Trip asked looking at the doctor, just realizing his clothes where a mess and tried to tuck them back in.
The doctor looked at Trips neck and nodded his head, "Just as I expected!!"
"What's as you expected!?" Trip asked craning his neck to try and see what was on it.
"I believe humans call them hickies"
"WHAT! I've got a hicky!"
"Ah Hicky! I knew it was something like that!"
"You didn't answer my question!!!!!" Trip shouted back alerting a few wondering crewmen.
"Yes commander you have a 'hicky' if you would kindly help me bring T'Pol to sickbay I believe I can get rid of it for you"
"Don't have to ask me twice!" Trip said and grabbed T'Pol off the floor of the turbolift and hauled her into a sitting position.
"Trip!" T'Pol moaned suddenly, grabbing Trip.
Trip struggled, trying to dislodge her hold. He began to panic as she nipped his neck. He remembered his momma telling him of a defense nurses like her used. He made a fist and poked one knuckle up, then raked it up T'Pol's side. T'Pol yelled out in pain. Trip thanked the guy who invented sternal rubs in his mind.
T'Pol let go and fell in Trips lap as he had been pushed down in his attempt to free himself of her hold. Trip glared at the doctor who was looking on in excitement and curiosity.
"A little help here!" Trip said pointing at T'Pol with his index finger.
"Huh?" The doctor asked not understanding his problem.
"Help please? Get her off of me!" Trip said continuing to point at T'Pol who was still laying in his lap breathing slowly and gently.
"Oh yes of course" The doctor said sounding somewhat disappointed at not being able to watch this behavior to further extent…it was one he had never had a chance to observe before.
He squatted down next to T'Pol and injected something else into her neck that quickly resuscitated her.
T'Pol slowly opened her eyes and looked around and once noticing that she was lying in the commanders lap she shot up like a bolt of lightening. Her eyes were like round balls shooting out of her head terrified and confused.
"Doctor if you would excuse me..." T'Pol said and practically ran off in the other direction.
The doctor looked back and forth between the direction T'Pol had just fled and Trip looked pleadingly at him.
"GO ahead, get her" Trip said waving off the doctor.
"Sub-Commander please wait I must find out what is wrong with you..." Trip heard him calling out as he ran after her down the corridor.
Trip rubbed his head and stood up again and headed in the direction of sickbay, he still had a hicky to cover up after all.
"Doctor," T'Pol said. "What exactly do you mean what is wrong with me?"
"You were exhibiting somewhat...strange behavior towards Commander Tucker."
T'Pol raised an eyebrow. "I have no memory of that."
"All the more reason to get you to sickbay." Phlox said a little too cheerfully.
"I do not understand doctor, I require meditation" T'Pol said trying to avoid eye contact with the doctor.
"T'Pol! I need to know what is wrong with you!" The doctor demanded not using her rank any longer hoping it would add a more personal touch to it.
T'Pol relinquished to his control and nodded, following him like a puppy-dog toward sickbay.
T'Pol followed the doctor to sickbay with little incident. She collapsed once and had to be wakened up and carried the rest of the way by Trip who the doctor had called to help him. Stepping into sickbay Trip set T'Pol onto a bio-bed ignoring her complaints.
"Commander I am FULLY able to walk on my own!" She had insisted.
"No way I'm letting you collapse on me again!" He insisted. And let go of her once he was certain she was securely poised on the bed.
"Mr. Tucker has a valid argument sub-commander" Phlox chimed in walking through the sickbay doors.
T'Pol sighed heavily and relinquished to laying on the bio-bed while she was being examined.
"Mr. Tucker, you will find the rash cream on that shelf over there" DR. phlox said pointing to some shelves in the corner. He began running some scans on T'Pol and his eyes bugged out. "Oh dear! I have to speak with the captain right away!" he said and fled sickbay leaving a confused Trip and T'Pol alone "Keep an eye on the sub-commander Mr. Tucker" he called after himself.
"This is turning out too much like the Rocky Horror Picture Show." Trip moaned.
"I am unaware of how this situation relates to a film with almost every other line sexual innuendo." T'Pol replied.
"You've seen the Rocky Horror Show?" Trip exclaimed. A grin spread across his features. "Wow, a Vulcan watched the Rocky Horror Picture Show."
"It was against my will." T'Pol said. But Trip saw the look in her eyes.
"Yeah. I'll bet." He muttered.
"You know any of the songs?" he asked suddenly.
"I know one of the songs." T'Pol said non-committal.
"Which one? Can you sing it?" Trip said. T'Pol glared at him. Trip gave his best smile and puppy dog eyes.
"Please Polly?" He asked again. T'Pol took a breath. For a moment she allowed an angry thought to enter her mind. Damn it the man could charm the paint off a bulkhead!!!!
"I was feeling done in
Couldn't win
I'd only ever kissed before"
Trip's eyes widened as he realized what she was singing.
"I thought there's no use getting"
She continued to sing and he gulped listening intently curious what all she would sing
"I've tasted blood and I want more"
Trip bit his lip, praying that no one would come into sickbay.
"I'll put up no resistance
I want to stay the distance
T'Pol continued to sing and stood up while doing so, moving ever so slowly…
Trip didn't notice at first why she had stood up and just continued to listen to T'Pol's voice as she sang the song. Trip had never heard her sing before, but she had the voice of an angel. T'Pol continued to move toward him, though he still didn't notice.
'Damn! She could sing this at church and they wouldn't care, damn! She has a REALLY good voice'
T'Pol put her hand on Trip's shoulder and Trip gave a strangled squeak. T'Pol reached the chorus and began to unzip his jump suit just a little.
Trip jumped back. "Maybe I should sing now," He said. He could've kicked himself. Goddammit I don't wanna sing Rocky Horror! All the songs are dirty!
T'Pol stopped. "Very well. Your song..."
"From the day he was born
He was trouble
He was the thorn
In his mother's side
She tried in vain"
T'Pol giggled a little at Trip's fake German accent.
"But he never caused her nothing but shame" Trip tried to mimic the narrators English accent, sending T'Pol into fits of giggles. Where are you Doc? He cried in a silent plea.
"He left home the day she died
From the day she was gone
All he wanted
Was rock and roll porn
And a motorbike
Shooting up junk"
"He was a low down cheap little punk" T'Pol chimed in.
"Taking everyone for a ride"
Back to the German accent.
"When Eddie said he didn't like his teddy
You knew he was a no good kid
But when he threatened your life
With a switch blade knife"
Trip didn't carry the accent through the chorus.
"What a guy makes you cry And I did"
Trip mimicked the character's accents. Then came Columbia's part. He tried to do a high voice and T'Pol was literally rolling about on the floor with laughter.
"Everybody shoved him
I very nearly loved him
I said hey listen to me
T'Pol got control of herself. Where are you Doc? Trip thought again. He stopped singing.
T'Pol, now fully recovered from her laughing fit, stood up and moved toward Trip slowly and stretched her arm out toward him.
"Uh, Polly?" Trip said nervously and backed up toward the wall.
"Yes, Commander." T'Pol was emphasizing his rank.
"Uh, T'Pol what are you doing" Trip said feeling his stomach clench with fear, not wanting another incident like in the turbolift.
"What do you want me to be doing?" T'Pol said moving faster and more catlike with every step.
Trip continued to back up until he found himself in a corner with T'Pol's arm blocking his movement.
"Going and sitting back down on your bio-bed?" Trip laughed nervously.
"No silly." T'Pol said teasingly. She tickled Trip under his chin.
"T'Pol, I thought we said no more tickling matches!" Trip exclaimed, catching her hand.
"But you won't let me show physical affection any other way." T'Pol pouted.
Where are you Doc? Trip pleaded silently.
"Well," T'Pol was trying to wrestle her hands out of his grip. Trip did *not* want the good doctor to come into sickbay to find him a giggling mess on the floor. Trip thought fast. He let go of T'Pol's hands and enveloped her in a bear hug.
While holding her in the hug Trip made sure her arms didn't come loose and he pushed her back toward the bio-beds making her sit down.
T'Pol tried to brake free of his hug but he just held on tighter, so she, or at least Trip thought she, relented and relaxed in his grasp and rested her head on his shoulder.
Trip smiled slightly, this feels nice he though but pushed that feeling aside for a minute while he said something to T'Pol.
"Now if you PROMISE to leave me alone I will let go of you!" He started "But If you even come within-" His words were cut off by something wet touching his ear.
Trip immediately let go of T'Pol and pushed her away making her fall onto the floor on the other side of the bed.
Trip fumed for a few seconds than noticed that she wasn't moving 'Oh my god!' He thought then rushed towards her feeling for a pulse, it was erratic.
He decided to be on the safe side and moved her onto a bio-bed and rushed to the comm on the wall.
"Doctor this is Trip! You are needed in sickbay immediately!" he said and moved back towards T'Pol hoping she was all right.
Trip stood there for a few minutes waiting for the doctor arrive. When he finally did he had 12 PADDs in his hands and pockets.
"What seems to be the problem commander?" Phlox asked cheerfully walking towards Trip and T'Pol.
"It's T'Pol. I kinda knocked her unconscious and now her pulse is erratic. What the hell did I do?!"
"Oh it is nothing to be worried about commander, you are most likely better off with her unconscious"
"What do you mean by that?!?!?!?!" Trip said confused…
"Do you remember the ailment you went through a few days ago?"
"Kinda hard to forget" Trip said sheepishly.
"She somehow contracted a mutated version of the virus from you, so her symptoms are remarkably different" The doctor explained.
"What do you mean 'Remarkably different? What kinda symptoms?"
"Well, in T'Pol she is experiencing heightened...desire." Trip's eyes widened. "Heightened desire for you in fact commander."
Trip paled considerably. "Me?"
"Yes. You."
Trip blinked. "Why?"
"There are many possible reasons for this odd behavior..." The doctor began deciding how to word things. "It could be due to your close proximity to her while she was contracting her illness, it could be because she contracted it from you, but the most probable cause is..."
"IS!!!" Trip pushed.
"Well the most likely reason is she… harbors feeling for you, unresolved feelings and her illness is forcing her to rid herself of her feelings, to exaggerate everything" The doctor said hoping it made as much sense to Trip as it did to him.
Trip knew this should have disturbed him but he was quite relieved.
"So you're saying T'Pol is attracted to me?" Trip asked. Immediately a voice in his head shouted 'duh! Of course. Or do people try to kiss you because they hate you?'
Dr. Phlox nodded at him. "Since T'Pol is out cold, and unable to be a problem for you I must get back to the captain."
The good doctor left and Trip turned to T'Pol.
Trip grabbed a chair and sat down next to T'Pol's bed.
"I sure know how to pick um don't I" Trip said to her. He grabbed one of her limp hands and held it in his own and rubbed it gently. "You know, sometimes I think I've got you figured out and than you go psycho on me like this and I just get more confused than ever" He pulled her hand up to her lips and kissed it gently than laid it back down at her side.
Trip thought he saw the ghost of a smile appear on T'Pol's lips. He ignored it until she leapt off the bed and wrapped her arms around him.
"I love you Charles Tucker." She whispered. Trip just put his arms around her. She felt warm and strangely fragile. He was afraid to hold her too tight, lest he should break her. T'Pol snuggled close to him. They lay like that for a few minutes and then Trip said: "Much as I like snuggling, it's too great a risk of someone walking in on us."
T'Pol sighed, tracing circles on his belly. Trip caught her hand and kissed it. "No darlin' remember what we agreed about random acts of unprovoked tickling?"
T'Pol shrugged slightly. She stopped her circles and placed her hands around his neck hugging him tighter. She sighed and ran her hands throughout his hair. "I must, have..." T'Pol began but caught herself before continuing. "No I can't, but I must..." her voice was strained.
"What?" Trip asked. "What are you talking about?"
"You… I must… but I can't" She replied almost to herself.
"Don't think about that Darlin'" Trip said holder her a little tighter. That's when he realized how hot she was. "You're burning up!" he said pulling a little away to look her in the face.
"I must have" She chanted again an evil look in her eye.
Trip paled when he saw the look in her eyes. He tried to move, but she was on top of him.
"T'Pol?" he asked. He gulped. " I think I prefer tickle fights." He laughed nervously.
T'Pol smiled at Trip, who gulped. "Now Polly..." he warned.
T'Pol continued to smile mischievously and moved them towards Trip's shirt, who was finally able to wiggle his own hands free and grab her wrists. "Doc Come Back!!!" Trip screamed as loud as he could, even though he knew he would not be heard.
"There is no use calling, no one can hear you" T'Pol said softly leaning down to his ear. "Only I can hear you scream"
Trip held her wrists tightly. He had no intention of letting go. He knew it was only a matter of time before she broke free...T'Pol wrenched her hands round and pulled Trip's hands above his head.
"HELP!!!" Trip screamed. "HELP ME!!!!!" T'Pol giggled, making Trip even more uneasy. They tussled as T'Pol tried to hold him with one hand.
The doors to sickbay opened suddenly to reveal Hoshi standing in the doorway. "Oh my God! She screamed and started to run away.
"NO! HOSHI COME BACK HELP ME!" Trip screamed but it was too late the door had already closed behind her retreating footsteps.
Trip kept fighting T'Pol's hands. "Now...Polly..." He said in a warning voice.
"That's....ENOUGH!!!" Trip yelped as T'Pol pulled a hand free. He grabbed it again, desperately trying to keep hold. But he failed.
The Sickbay doors opened once more and Malcolm ran in holding a phase pistol aimed at T'Pol "Sub-Commander T'Pol please step off of Commander Tucker!"
T'Pol looked at Trip with a mischievous grin and slowly began to stand up but before she had gotten all the way off the floor she grabbed him and spun around so he was in front of her blocking the pistol's aim. Malcolm looked terrified and moved the phaser back and forth.
Trip just stared at his friend, feeling T'Pol's left hand around his neck and her other hand creeping up the back of his shirt.
"PLEASE SHOOT ME YOU'LL BE DOING ME A FAVOR!" he yelled starting to hyperventilate.
"I can't shoot a commanding officer unless they are performing an unprofessional act!" Malcolm replied snidely almost enjoying seeing Trip like this.
"FINE! YOU WANT UNPROFESSIONAL! HERE!" Trip yelled and twirled around kissing T'Pol fully on the lips "CAN YOU SHOOT ME NOW!!!!" Trip yelled.
"Yes sir...." Malcolm said and fired the phaser at Trip.
Trip crumpled to the floor relaxed.
Malcolm turned to T'Pol. "You two play nice." He said. Then he left T'Pol alone. With Trip. Who woke up. And gulped.
"Now… you where saying," T'Pol said slinking towards him "about unprofessional"
The stun was still affecting him and he couldn't move except his eyes. His voice slowly came back to him.
"WAIT!" he said and was surprised when she suddenly stopped in her tracks.
"Wait! Wouldn't this be more fun…" Trip tried to think of a way to get out of this without her knowing that he was getting out of anything. "Wouldn't this be more fun if… uh… if ... Uh… we... went back to the planet!" if Trips hands had been working he would have slapped his forehead. What am I thinking! He asked himself.
"Yeah… and we can uh... get more of that drink..." Trip had read that on earth they used to treat some types of venom with more venom… and this way he may run into Phlox or some of the other crewmen along the way who he may be able to get to help him.
T'Pol thought for a second. "No." She advanced on Trip. He managed to wiggle his toes. And his fingers. But he couldn't move his limbs. Trip gulped. "Polly..."
T'Pol smiled wickedly. She reached for Trip's shirt. "NO POLLY!!!!" T'Pol sat back a bit. Trip was aware that she was deliberately setting him on edge. Trip found he had a little movement in his limbs. Just a little.
Trip waited until she was within 2 feet of him and swung his leg out and tripped T'Pol making her fall onto the floor with a thud. He then with all the strength in him moved across the floor to the sickbay doors and pushed himself outside T'Pol who had stood up came after him, but he was able to reach and lock the doors a moment too late.
T'Pol caught him. "Bad." She said. "Trying to lock me in... you will pay!" And she set about her revenge.
Just then a crewman walked by "Commander! Is T'Pol about to make out with you while you are unable to defend yourself… and should I help you?"
Trip nodded "Yes…and YES!"
"Ok!" Said the chipper crewman but stopped "sorry, I'll be late my shift in Engineering… and last time I was 2 minutes late you told me next I was late you would Shove me ass in the Brig and not have to see me for another 3 months… so sorry buddy* The crewman said snidely and patted Trip on the shoulder walking off.
"Have fun sub-commander!" he called.
T'Pol kissed Trip hard. 'Relax commander.' She said inside his mind. 'You are not taking advantage of me. I have wanted this for a long time.' A tickle on the edge of his mind. 'And so have you.'
'Telepathy?' Trip asked. 'Yes' T'Pol replied. 'But only in moments of intimacy.' Trip smiled against her mouth.
'Intimacy?' This earned him a pinch.
'It is not wise to tease one who knows where you are ticklish,' T'Pol warned playfully.
'And I'm frightened because...?' Trip replied.
'You are afraid that I will feel different later once this 'illness' is gone,' She answered kissing him again 'you don't have to worry' She insisted scooping him up.
"Woah! Where ya taking me!" Trip said squirming as much as he could.
"To your quarters… unless you wish to stay in the hall"
"Uh oh… thanks" he said relaxed a little and let her pick him up.
T'Pol brought him to his quarters, carrying him the whole way, even though he could walk on his own, playing with her ears the whole way.
T'Pol opened the door to his quarters and Set him down on the bed. She hesitated and kissed him again.
T'Pol ran her hands up his back, and then tickled the back of his neck a little. Trip laughed slightly. "Stop that!" He told her.
"You started it." She replied softly. "Vulcan ears are very sensitive." Trip blushed slightly.
"So you pointy ones have a weakness?" T'Pol smiled.
Trip ran his hands down her back and pulled her closer. T'Pol sat down on his lap and put her arms around him. "So... what do we do now?"
Trip hugged her "Whatever feels right"