A/N: Sorry about the short chapters and the long wait for this new chapter…… we've been writing A LOT!!!!!!!!!, but just on paper….. Not typed…… sorry again….. Please review!!!!!!!
Chapter Twelve
Once the Vulcans had the corner, Trip released the breath that he didn't realize he'd been holding. He waited until he was certain that the Vulcans were out of earshot before speaking. "That should work for a bit," he told her. Then he pointed in the direction opposite of that which the Vulcans had gone. "Come on," he said. "Let's get down to the gym."
"Why?" She asked, apparently not realizing that he had been serious about going to the gym.
"We've got a couple of relays to damage," he said, sounding quite proud of himself for actually fooling a group of Vulcans… maybe a little TOO proud.
"Why would you damage functioning relays? As chief engineer, the ship's systems and their operation should be your top priority. Typically, you become quite distressed when any systems are malfunctioning."
He started walking toward the gym, and she followed him, seeing no alternative. 'I'm makin' an exception this time," he said as he started off.
"Why?"
"Because if your folks start snoopin', they're gonna know that we're lyin' to 'em 'bout what we're doin'. Then they'll start askin' questions. You know that."
"Vulcans do not snoop," she said coldly.
He stopped dead in his tracks, grabbing T'Pol lightly by the arm to force her to do the same. She complied and turned to face him. "Ok," he said, remembering that she'd said the same thing to him earlier. "Maybe Vulcans don't snoop, but they sure as hell are gonna find out what's goin' on once they realize that we're lyin' to 'em. And seein' as how you don't want 'em t' know, we need t' cover our tracks… I'm doin' this for you, ya know. If you wanna tell 'em, I'll stop right here an' now. But for your sake, I suggest ya NOT tell 'em. I think I've got a pretty good idea of what they'll do if ya tell 'em… and so d' you."
"Are you sure that you know? And are you really trying to help me? Or are you trying to protect yourself?"
"What the hell are you talkin' about?"
"It seems to me, based on my observation of humans, that you are trying to prevent any legal or diplomatic issues and difficulties for yourself by attempting to prevent my family from discovering that it was most likely you who caused… this." She said this last word with great animosity and anger, especially for a Vulcan.
At that, he leaned in close to her so that they were eye to eye. "Look…. It wasn't me who did this to ya. And even if it was, I wouldn't do that. If you don't wanna believe… fine. I'll just stop tryin' t' help ya, and you can figure out a way to solve your own damn problems."
"Very well," she said, completely ignoring the anger and spite with which he spoke. "I will find my own way. Goodbye, Commander. I no longer require your 'help.'" She began to walk down the corridor, attempting to leave him alone.
"T'Pol!" he shouted. She didn't turn around; didn't respond. She just walked around the corner. Suddenly he regretted everything he had just said to her, and he wanted her to return. He ran after her, nearly hitting the wall as he rounded the corner. "I didn't mean it!" he continued. She still just kept walking until she reached a turbolift door. Once there, she only stopped to press the call button, step inside, and turn around. As she pushed a button inside and the doors closed, she didn't once look at him. She had left, and hadn't even given it a second thought. 'Damn, I'm an idiot!' he thought.
Chapter Twelve
Once the Vulcans had the corner, Trip released the breath that he didn't realize he'd been holding. He waited until he was certain that the Vulcans were out of earshot before speaking. "That should work for a bit," he told her. Then he pointed in the direction opposite of that which the Vulcans had gone. "Come on," he said. "Let's get down to the gym."
"Why?" She asked, apparently not realizing that he had been serious about going to the gym.
"We've got a couple of relays to damage," he said, sounding quite proud of himself for actually fooling a group of Vulcans… maybe a little TOO proud.
"Why would you damage functioning relays? As chief engineer, the ship's systems and their operation should be your top priority. Typically, you become quite distressed when any systems are malfunctioning."
He started walking toward the gym, and she followed him, seeing no alternative. 'I'm makin' an exception this time," he said as he started off.
"Why?"
"Because if your folks start snoopin', they're gonna know that we're lyin' to 'em 'bout what we're doin'. Then they'll start askin' questions. You know that."
"Vulcans do not snoop," she said coldly.
He stopped dead in his tracks, grabbing T'Pol lightly by the arm to force her to do the same. She complied and turned to face him. "Ok," he said, remembering that she'd said the same thing to him earlier. "Maybe Vulcans don't snoop, but they sure as hell are gonna find out what's goin' on once they realize that we're lyin' to 'em. And seein' as how you don't want 'em t' know, we need t' cover our tracks… I'm doin' this for you, ya know. If you wanna tell 'em, I'll stop right here an' now. But for your sake, I suggest ya NOT tell 'em. I think I've got a pretty good idea of what they'll do if ya tell 'em… and so d' you."
"Are you sure that you know? And are you really trying to help me? Or are you trying to protect yourself?"
"What the hell are you talkin' about?"
"It seems to me, based on my observation of humans, that you are trying to prevent any legal or diplomatic issues and difficulties for yourself by attempting to prevent my family from discovering that it was most likely you who caused… this." She said this last word with great animosity and anger, especially for a Vulcan.
At that, he leaned in close to her so that they were eye to eye. "Look…. It wasn't me who did this to ya. And even if it was, I wouldn't do that. If you don't wanna believe… fine. I'll just stop tryin' t' help ya, and you can figure out a way to solve your own damn problems."
"Very well," she said, completely ignoring the anger and spite with which he spoke. "I will find my own way. Goodbye, Commander. I no longer require your 'help.'" She began to walk down the corridor, attempting to leave him alone.
"T'Pol!" he shouted. She didn't turn around; didn't respond. She just walked around the corner. Suddenly he regretted everything he had just said to her, and he wanted her to return. He ran after her, nearly hitting the wall as he rounded the corner. "I didn't mean it!" he continued. She still just kept walking until she reached a turbolift door. Once there, she only stopped to press the call button, step inside, and turn around. As she pushed a button inside and the doors closed, she didn't once look at him. She had left, and hadn't even given it a second thought. 'Damn, I'm an idiot!' he thought.