A/N: ok, you guys WILL find out how she got pregnant…. Don't worry, I will tell you (hopefully in the story, but possibly in an author's note at the end if I can't fit it in……), and thanks for all the reviews….. Thanks for liking this story…..!!!!!
Chapter Nine
They entered engineering with only one thing on their minds--look busy. Whenever one of them would spot something that needed to be done, they would fly to the console and work as slowly as possible while the other made up a stupid excuse to stand next to them. Not to mention coming up with a reasonable explanation of why it took the chief engineer ten minutes to complete a simple impulse diagnostic. When people asked, he wasn't sure whether his answers were convincing them, but at least he was glad that someone was seeing them in engineering, and could give them an alibi, at least as far as the Vulcans were concerned.
Once nearly two hours had passed, Trip finally got tired of doing busy work. He tapped T'Pol on the shoulder, nodded toward the door, and signaled that he was leaving. She nodded in response and went back to tapping buttons meaninglessly. She waited five minutes and then walked out herself, grabbing a PADD on the way out in a last attempt to look busy.
She met her colleague around the corner of the corridor. He was pretending to change a circuit in one of the comm panels, and when he saw her, he breathed a sign of relief. "What took ya so long?" He asked. "I was afraid you'd passed out again."
"It has only been five minutes, Commander," she told him, almost sounding proud of her superior ability to gauge time.
Knowing by her tone of voice that he would never get her to admit that five minutes was indeed a long time, he simply sighed and followed her as she began walking toward the turbolift.
The walked in silence to her quarters, only the sound of their boots clicking in unison gave any clue to the fact that they were walking together.
Once they reached her quarters, Trip looked relieved. They had only passed two crewmembers, and hadn't seen any Vulcans. "Well, I guess I'll see ya later," he said, starting to walk off.
"Commander," T'Pol called quietly.
"Yeah?" He inquired, stopping and turning back toward her.
At this point she paused to think, as if she didn't really have a reason to stop him from leaving in the first place and now to think of one. She thought about her situation. If she were to be rendered unconscious, there would be no one around to resuscitate her. She needed a hypospray near her, but it would not be considered appropriate for Commander Tucker to reside in her quarters for ten months. She opted to simply take the hypospray and hope that nothing happened. "The hypospray?" She asked weakly, still not sure if this was exactly the best choice for her to make.
"Oh, right," He said, unzipping a pocket on his uniform and pulling out the hypospray. He handed it to her. "Ya gonna be alright by yourself?" He asked, the concern apparent in his voice.
She nodded her reply and added, "If I begin to feel lightheaded, I will use the hypospray. I will be…" she searched for the right word. "…fine."
"Alright. If you have any problems, you know how to call me," he told her, just as a precaution.
"I will keep that in mind. Goodnight, Commander." She slipped the hypospray into her robe and walked into her quarters.
"Sweet dreams," he whispered as he started for his quarters. On the way there, he changed his mind and turned instead to go to the Captain's quarters.
Chapter Nine
They entered engineering with only one thing on their minds--look busy. Whenever one of them would spot something that needed to be done, they would fly to the console and work as slowly as possible while the other made up a stupid excuse to stand next to them. Not to mention coming up with a reasonable explanation of why it took the chief engineer ten minutes to complete a simple impulse diagnostic. When people asked, he wasn't sure whether his answers were convincing them, but at least he was glad that someone was seeing them in engineering, and could give them an alibi, at least as far as the Vulcans were concerned.
Once nearly two hours had passed, Trip finally got tired of doing busy work. He tapped T'Pol on the shoulder, nodded toward the door, and signaled that he was leaving. She nodded in response and went back to tapping buttons meaninglessly. She waited five minutes and then walked out herself, grabbing a PADD on the way out in a last attempt to look busy.
She met her colleague around the corner of the corridor. He was pretending to change a circuit in one of the comm panels, and when he saw her, he breathed a sign of relief. "What took ya so long?" He asked. "I was afraid you'd passed out again."
"It has only been five minutes, Commander," she told him, almost sounding proud of her superior ability to gauge time.
Knowing by her tone of voice that he would never get her to admit that five minutes was indeed a long time, he simply sighed and followed her as she began walking toward the turbolift.
The walked in silence to her quarters, only the sound of their boots clicking in unison gave any clue to the fact that they were walking together.
Once they reached her quarters, Trip looked relieved. They had only passed two crewmembers, and hadn't seen any Vulcans. "Well, I guess I'll see ya later," he said, starting to walk off.
"Commander," T'Pol called quietly.
"Yeah?" He inquired, stopping and turning back toward her.
At this point she paused to think, as if she didn't really have a reason to stop him from leaving in the first place and now to think of one. She thought about her situation. If she were to be rendered unconscious, there would be no one around to resuscitate her. She needed a hypospray near her, but it would not be considered appropriate for Commander Tucker to reside in her quarters for ten months. She opted to simply take the hypospray and hope that nothing happened. "The hypospray?" She asked weakly, still not sure if this was exactly the best choice for her to make.
"Oh, right," He said, unzipping a pocket on his uniform and pulling out the hypospray. He handed it to her. "Ya gonna be alright by yourself?" He asked, the concern apparent in his voice.
She nodded her reply and added, "If I begin to feel lightheaded, I will use the hypospray. I will be…" she searched for the right word. "…fine."
"Alright. If you have any problems, you know how to call me," he told her, just as a precaution.
"I will keep that in mind. Goodnight, Commander." She slipped the hypospray into her robe and walked into her quarters.
"Sweet dreams," he whispered as he started for his quarters. On the way there, he changed his mind and turned instead to go to the Captain's quarters.