A/N: Alrighty, ANOTHER CHAPPY!!!!! Two in two day… half way to my record!!!! Ok, that's kinda sad…. Anyway, just R&R… oh, and I didn't realize it automatically forces you to sign in to review, so I took it off now… I WAS wondering why EVERYONE was signing in to review… And thank you zealousgirl, Little One, JD1, Aeryn Tucker, TripGirl05, DramaPrincess02, boredsilly, and Dragonfly for reviewing so far!!!!!!
Chapter 30
When he finally deemed it safe to return to sickbay, he walked with two plates balanced precariously in his left hand as his right hand was still throbbing and he couldn't carry anything with it. His good spirit was back as he walked down the corridor repeating to himself "Left me, right T'Polly." He'd gotten quite attached to rhymes recently and decided they worked well. He also enjoyed imagining the look on T'Pol's face were he to actually *call* her T'Polly.
As he entered sickbay he noticed T'Pol was supporting herself up into a sitting position. "Feeling better?" he asked cheerfully.
She considered his question and responded instead with her own regarding his choice of cuisine. "Pecan pie?" He was very predictable.
Trip smiled broadly. "Yup."
T'Pol frowned with her eyes and said," That is not a nutritionally sound food."
Trip almost giggled at this, but assured her, "Keep yer shirt on. After there was nothin' in the serving case that I thought you'd like, I asked chef to make some pecan pie. I made sure he chalked it full of vitamins and minerals for ya. He says it's even better than plomeek broth."
That answer satisfied T'Pol and she nodded her head, signifying she would accept the food. Trip paused before giving it to her, muttering something about left, right, and Polly, but that was all T'Pol could make out.
After a moment of careful consideration he handed her the one on the right.
She reached out with her right hand but felt a jolt of pain and winced, putting it back down. She repeated the process with the other hand, determined to do this herself, but again she was unsuccessful.
"You alright?" Trip asked, lowering both pies onto a nearby biobed. He could see that she was in pain, especially when moving her arms, and he hoped that she would be willing to admit this. Fortunately, to his relief she nodded, seeming to cause her less pain than the same action had caused her earlier. "You need some help. Here, I can hold it up while ya eat."
She leaned away from his outstretched hand and replied, "No, when I move my arms above my waist it is painful."
"Ah," he said, withdrawing his hand and sinking into his chair, which was still sitting by the biobed.
"Why aren't you eating?" She asked in confusion.
"I was taught it's not polite t' eat in front of someone else," he said, almost proud at his politeness, although T'Pol didn't seem to understand. "But," he added, jumping up, but not out of seat. "I can help ya eat if ya want."
"Commander?" T'Pol raised an eyebrow at this half-suggestion.
"It's okay. Here, you can prop yourself up an' I'll feed ya," he said excitedly, grabbing the correct plate and a fork. He scooted the chair aside and stood by T'Pol, cutting a smile piece of pie and stabbing it with the fork. He raised the small morsel of pie up to her face, hovering it inches from her lips. She shied away from it, backing so that it was at least a few extra inches away. She pursed her lips tightly together and looked very hesitant. "Come on, ya know ya want it," he teased.
T'Pol shot him an icy glare. Many people would fear for their life at that glare, but he knew her too well.
Trip shot her his own 'don't-give-me-that-look' looks and swirled the pie in a circular motion, causing her to move back farther and to purse her lips tighter. "I will not--" this protest was cut off by Trip, who stuffed the pie into her mouth.
Trip couldn't help but laugh at the look on her face as he shoved the food in her mouth. It was certainly priceless. 'Damn, if only I had my camera,' he thought. When she closed her mouth instinctively, he pulled the fork out. Her jaw was locked and she would not chew the sugary treat. He gave her an expectant look, trying to encourage her to eat. She did not go for it anymore than the swirling of the food in front of her face.
"Come on, it won't kill ya. Chew," he instructed.
She finally gave in and started chewing, albeit slowly. Realizing that she could easily get this all over with more quickly, she gradually chewed faster and faster until she was finished and swallowed.
Trip's smile grew broader and broader as he watched her chew until it rivaled even Doctor Phlox's widest smile. "Good?" he finally asked in an 'I-told-you-so' tone once she had swallowed.
"It was… not unpleasant," she admitted, eyeing the pie. He was in the process of slicing another piece off when he noticed her hand. It was slowly creeping toward him. He didn't realize what she was doing until it was too late. Before he could react she had grabbed his slice of pie and dug into it like a child into a birthday cake, albeit a lot less messy. She had flopped back onto her back when she grabbed the pie and appeared to be more comfortable.
Trip was caught so off-guard that all he could do was gape at her stuffing one forkful into her mouth, chew it and repeat the process in less than three seconds. Without thinking, he began eating the pie in his lap. It was a bit harder to eat with his left hand, but he managed. "Ya know," he said between bites. "That one doesn't have any vitamins in it."
T'Pol gave him another glare and responded. "I am aware of that, Commander."
"Then why'd ya just eat an entire piece of pie faster than a piranha?"
She glared at him again, but differently this time. This time, her expression was more one of relaxation and good humor than anything else. "As you said, I *am* 'eating for four.'"
"And ya haven't had anything t' eat in about four days. Right," he finished in am only half-serious tone, making sure that she knew that he understood, but was also in a joking mood. "So… should I get ya somethin' else… a whole pie maybe?" he joked.
She gave him that subtle humored look again. If he didn't know better and if she weren't injured, he would have sworn that she was very close to breaking out in a smile this time. "I would… appreciate that," she told him sincerely.
"'K... ya want me t' go get each of us a pie? Or should I just get one?" he joked.
She realized that he was joking and decided, against her better judgement to humor him. "Two or three will suffice," she answered coolly, her words betraying her otherwise stoic manner.
He gave a snort, a laugh, and a huge smile as he began walking away. "I'll just go get us somethin,'" he said, back to her as the doors opened allowing him to leave. Then the door closed behind him and she was left in sickbay alone.
A/N2: ok, a shippy chappy!!! T/T good!!! Ok, as if I REALLY needed to say that…. Yes, a LOT of glaring from both parties, and a LOT of emotional Vulcan…. Just R&R
Chapter 30
When he finally deemed it safe to return to sickbay, he walked with two plates balanced precariously in his left hand as his right hand was still throbbing and he couldn't carry anything with it. His good spirit was back as he walked down the corridor repeating to himself "Left me, right T'Polly." He'd gotten quite attached to rhymes recently and decided they worked well. He also enjoyed imagining the look on T'Pol's face were he to actually *call* her T'Polly.
As he entered sickbay he noticed T'Pol was supporting herself up into a sitting position. "Feeling better?" he asked cheerfully.
She considered his question and responded instead with her own regarding his choice of cuisine. "Pecan pie?" He was very predictable.
Trip smiled broadly. "Yup."
T'Pol frowned with her eyes and said," That is not a nutritionally sound food."
Trip almost giggled at this, but assured her, "Keep yer shirt on. After there was nothin' in the serving case that I thought you'd like, I asked chef to make some pecan pie. I made sure he chalked it full of vitamins and minerals for ya. He says it's even better than plomeek broth."
That answer satisfied T'Pol and she nodded her head, signifying she would accept the food. Trip paused before giving it to her, muttering something about left, right, and Polly, but that was all T'Pol could make out.
After a moment of careful consideration he handed her the one on the right.
She reached out with her right hand but felt a jolt of pain and winced, putting it back down. She repeated the process with the other hand, determined to do this herself, but again she was unsuccessful.
"You alright?" Trip asked, lowering both pies onto a nearby biobed. He could see that she was in pain, especially when moving her arms, and he hoped that she would be willing to admit this. Fortunately, to his relief she nodded, seeming to cause her less pain than the same action had caused her earlier. "You need some help. Here, I can hold it up while ya eat."
She leaned away from his outstretched hand and replied, "No, when I move my arms above my waist it is painful."
"Ah," he said, withdrawing his hand and sinking into his chair, which was still sitting by the biobed.
"Why aren't you eating?" She asked in confusion.
"I was taught it's not polite t' eat in front of someone else," he said, almost proud at his politeness, although T'Pol didn't seem to understand. "But," he added, jumping up, but not out of seat. "I can help ya eat if ya want."
"Commander?" T'Pol raised an eyebrow at this half-suggestion.
"It's okay. Here, you can prop yourself up an' I'll feed ya," he said excitedly, grabbing the correct plate and a fork. He scooted the chair aside and stood by T'Pol, cutting a smile piece of pie and stabbing it with the fork. He raised the small morsel of pie up to her face, hovering it inches from her lips. She shied away from it, backing so that it was at least a few extra inches away. She pursed her lips tightly together and looked very hesitant. "Come on, ya know ya want it," he teased.
T'Pol shot him an icy glare. Many people would fear for their life at that glare, but he knew her too well.
Trip shot her his own 'don't-give-me-that-look' looks and swirled the pie in a circular motion, causing her to move back farther and to purse her lips tighter. "I will not--" this protest was cut off by Trip, who stuffed the pie into her mouth.
Trip couldn't help but laugh at the look on her face as he shoved the food in her mouth. It was certainly priceless. 'Damn, if only I had my camera,' he thought. When she closed her mouth instinctively, he pulled the fork out. Her jaw was locked and she would not chew the sugary treat. He gave her an expectant look, trying to encourage her to eat. She did not go for it anymore than the swirling of the food in front of her face.
"Come on, it won't kill ya. Chew," he instructed.
She finally gave in and started chewing, albeit slowly. Realizing that she could easily get this all over with more quickly, she gradually chewed faster and faster until she was finished and swallowed.
Trip's smile grew broader and broader as he watched her chew until it rivaled even Doctor Phlox's widest smile. "Good?" he finally asked in an 'I-told-you-so' tone once she had swallowed.
"It was… not unpleasant," she admitted, eyeing the pie. He was in the process of slicing another piece off when he noticed her hand. It was slowly creeping toward him. He didn't realize what she was doing until it was too late. Before he could react she had grabbed his slice of pie and dug into it like a child into a birthday cake, albeit a lot less messy. She had flopped back onto her back when she grabbed the pie and appeared to be more comfortable.
Trip was caught so off-guard that all he could do was gape at her stuffing one forkful into her mouth, chew it and repeat the process in less than three seconds. Without thinking, he began eating the pie in his lap. It was a bit harder to eat with his left hand, but he managed. "Ya know," he said between bites. "That one doesn't have any vitamins in it."
T'Pol gave him another glare and responded. "I am aware of that, Commander."
"Then why'd ya just eat an entire piece of pie faster than a piranha?"
She glared at him again, but differently this time. This time, her expression was more one of relaxation and good humor than anything else. "As you said, I *am* 'eating for four.'"
"And ya haven't had anything t' eat in about four days. Right," he finished in am only half-serious tone, making sure that she knew that he understood, but was also in a joking mood. "So… should I get ya somethin' else… a whole pie maybe?" he joked.
She gave him that subtle humored look again. If he didn't know better and if she weren't injured, he would have sworn that she was very close to breaking out in a smile this time. "I would… appreciate that," she told him sincerely.
"'K... ya want me t' go get each of us a pie? Or should I just get one?" he joked.
She realized that he was joking and decided, against her better judgement to humor him. "Two or three will suffice," she answered coolly, her words betraying her otherwise stoic manner.
He gave a snort, a laugh, and a huge smile as he began walking away. "I'll just go get us somethin,'" he said, back to her as the doors opened allowing him to leave. Then the door closed behind him and she was left in sickbay alone.
A/N2: ok, a shippy chappy!!! T/T good!!! Ok, as if I REALLY needed to say that…. Yes, a LOT of glaring from both parties, and a LOT of emotional Vulcan…. Just R&R