Title: The Impossible Dream
Author: Chocolatequeen
Rating: PG
Archiving: Archers and Endeavors, anywhere else please ask
Disclaimer: I own neither Enterprise nor Don Quixote. The title to this
chapter is a line out of Don Quixote.
Summary: After watching a recording of his high school play, Jon finds
himself lost in another world.
Chapter 2: Sing Away Sorrow
"My sweet Dulcinea!" he exclaimed, moving forward to take her hand in his. "I have found you at last!"
So saying, he bent to kiss her hand but T'Pol withdrew it before he could. She looked to Trip for help, but he just shrugged and grinned. Bringing her eyes back to Jon's adoring gaze, she said, "I believe you have mistaken me for someone else, Captain. My name is not Dulcinea, it is T'Pol."
Her protests went unheard by Jon, who was caught up in the joy of having found her. "I have looked for you for so long," he confided. "You've often appeared to me in my dreams; I knew I would find you someday, my lovely Dulcinea."
"Don't knight errants usually sing a song or recite a poem or somethin when they find their lady loves?" Trip asked, incorrigible to the core, grinning unrepentantly when T'Pol gave him a displeased look.
Jon's entire countenance brightened as he considered this. "Indeed!" he readily agreed. "And I believe I have the perfect song for my perfect lady."
Trip choked a little when he heard the saccharine sweetness in his voice, but it was too late to stop him now. Jon was already starting to hum the first few bars, refreshing his memory. Trip looked over at T'Pol apologetically, but she just raised her eyebrows and asked, "Did you know he would sing to me?"
Gulping visibly, he desperately said, "Ah, can anyone really know what someone else will do?"
T'Pol's reply was cut off when Jon started singing the first stanza, looking straight into her eyes and holding his hands over his heart in courtly fashion.
"I have dreamed of thee too long, never seen thee or touched thee but loved thee with all of my heart."
As he began the second stanza, Trip started to smile at the sight of his captain serenading his Vulcan science officer. He quickly schooled his features into an expressionless mask when saw the look on T'Pol's face however and simply gestured for her to pay attention to the rest of the song. "Ya don't wanna miss this do ya?" he asked cheekily.
"Dulcinea, Dulcinea, I see heaven when I see thee! Dulcinea! And thy name is like a prayer an angel whispers: Dulcinea, Dulcinea."
Jon reached out to take T'Pol's hand once more as he started the second verse, miming some of the actions mentioned, but this time she held still, playing the part he had cast her in.
"If I reach out to thee, Do not tremble and shrink From the touch of my hand On thy head.
Let my fingers but see Thou art warm and alive And no phantom to fade In the air.
Dulcinea, Dulcinea, I have sought thee, sung thee, dreamed thee-Dulcinea! Now I've found thee and the world shall know thy glory; Dulcinea, Dulcinea."
"Or at least the whole ship will anyway," Trip muttered as the last note faded away.
In response, T'Pol shot him a look that could have killed a Klingon at twenty paces. "No one will hear of this, is that clear Commander?"
"Yes ma'am," Trip agreed, subconsciously coming to attention when he heard the vehemence in her voice.
"Good. I will not have the crew mocking the captain because he mistook me for his Dulcinea," she added in a voice that promised wicked punishments if even a whisper of this leaked back to her.
Trip gulped and opened his mouth to pledge his secrecy, but he was interrupted by the captain. "Excuse me my lady, I do not mean to pry, but how is that you are acquainted with Sancho?" The look on his face was truly befuddled and was a perfect compliment to the panicked expression on the faces of his two senior staff members.
"Uh. that is." Trip stammered before T'Pol took over.
"A starship is a small space Captain. Sancho and I met in the corridor just this evening."
Trip looked at her, surprised. She'd managed to find a way to answer the question without lying, and it sounded good too. He shifted his gaze to Archer, anxious to see if he'd believed her. To his great relief, Jon was already smiling. "I see. Thank you for explaining, my lady," he said with a courtly bow.
"You are most welcome Captain. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I must leave now, but may I talk to Com. to Sancho for a moment before going?" T'Pol asked, covering her slip nicely.
"Of course!"
T'Pol walked toward the door, motioning for Trip to follow her. Before stepping into the corridor, she turned to him and in a low voice said, "I have to be in the briefing room in five minutes Commander, please keep me apprised if the situation changes at all."
He looked at her askance. "Shouldn't I come with ya?" he asked, confused.
"It would be best if you remained here to keep the captain from going anywhere. I will attempt to keep this incident among the senior staff only, but that will only work if no one else sees him. Besides, we cannot be certain he won't put himself in danger."
Trip nodded understandingly, knowing she was right. To be honest, even though being a squire wasn't one of the best experiences of his life, it was fun in a way; plus he'd never forgive himself if something happened to Jon. "Alright then, but let me know what y'all come up with, okay?" he requested. With a curt nod, she disappeared down the corridor and he turned back to his knight.
"Well Sancho, what kind of adventure do you suppose we will find today?" Jon asked jovially. Trip just shook his head-it wasn't going to be easy keeping him out of trouble.
Chapter 2: Sing Away Sorrow
"My sweet Dulcinea!" he exclaimed, moving forward to take her hand in his. "I have found you at last!"
So saying, he bent to kiss her hand but T'Pol withdrew it before he could. She looked to Trip for help, but he just shrugged and grinned. Bringing her eyes back to Jon's adoring gaze, she said, "I believe you have mistaken me for someone else, Captain. My name is not Dulcinea, it is T'Pol."
Her protests went unheard by Jon, who was caught up in the joy of having found her. "I have looked for you for so long," he confided. "You've often appeared to me in my dreams; I knew I would find you someday, my lovely Dulcinea."
"Don't knight errants usually sing a song or recite a poem or somethin when they find their lady loves?" Trip asked, incorrigible to the core, grinning unrepentantly when T'Pol gave him a displeased look.
Jon's entire countenance brightened as he considered this. "Indeed!" he readily agreed. "And I believe I have the perfect song for my perfect lady."
Trip choked a little when he heard the saccharine sweetness in his voice, but it was too late to stop him now. Jon was already starting to hum the first few bars, refreshing his memory. Trip looked over at T'Pol apologetically, but she just raised her eyebrows and asked, "Did you know he would sing to me?"
Gulping visibly, he desperately said, "Ah, can anyone really know what someone else will do?"
T'Pol's reply was cut off when Jon started singing the first stanza, looking straight into her eyes and holding his hands over his heart in courtly fashion.
"I have dreamed of thee too long, never seen thee or touched thee but loved thee with all of my heart."
As he began the second stanza, Trip started to smile at the sight of his captain serenading his Vulcan science officer. He quickly schooled his features into an expressionless mask when saw the look on T'Pol's face however and simply gestured for her to pay attention to the rest of the song. "Ya don't wanna miss this do ya?" he asked cheekily.
"Dulcinea, Dulcinea, I see heaven when I see thee! Dulcinea! And thy name is like a prayer an angel whispers: Dulcinea, Dulcinea."
Jon reached out to take T'Pol's hand once more as he started the second verse, miming some of the actions mentioned, but this time she held still, playing the part he had cast her in.
"If I reach out to thee, Do not tremble and shrink From the touch of my hand On thy head.
Let my fingers but see Thou art warm and alive And no phantom to fade In the air.
Dulcinea, Dulcinea, I have sought thee, sung thee, dreamed thee-Dulcinea! Now I've found thee and the world shall know thy glory; Dulcinea, Dulcinea."
"Or at least the whole ship will anyway," Trip muttered as the last note faded away.
In response, T'Pol shot him a look that could have killed a Klingon at twenty paces. "No one will hear of this, is that clear Commander?"
"Yes ma'am," Trip agreed, subconsciously coming to attention when he heard the vehemence in her voice.
"Good. I will not have the crew mocking the captain because he mistook me for his Dulcinea," she added in a voice that promised wicked punishments if even a whisper of this leaked back to her.
Trip gulped and opened his mouth to pledge his secrecy, but he was interrupted by the captain. "Excuse me my lady, I do not mean to pry, but how is that you are acquainted with Sancho?" The look on his face was truly befuddled and was a perfect compliment to the panicked expression on the faces of his two senior staff members.
"Uh. that is." Trip stammered before T'Pol took over.
"A starship is a small space Captain. Sancho and I met in the corridor just this evening."
Trip looked at her, surprised. She'd managed to find a way to answer the question without lying, and it sounded good too. He shifted his gaze to Archer, anxious to see if he'd believed her. To his great relief, Jon was already smiling. "I see. Thank you for explaining, my lady," he said with a courtly bow.
"You are most welcome Captain. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I must leave now, but may I talk to Com. to Sancho for a moment before going?" T'Pol asked, covering her slip nicely.
"Of course!"
T'Pol walked toward the door, motioning for Trip to follow her. Before stepping into the corridor, she turned to him and in a low voice said, "I have to be in the briefing room in five minutes Commander, please keep me apprised if the situation changes at all."
He looked at her askance. "Shouldn't I come with ya?" he asked, confused.
"It would be best if you remained here to keep the captain from going anywhere. I will attempt to keep this incident among the senior staff only, but that will only work if no one else sees him. Besides, we cannot be certain he won't put himself in danger."
Trip nodded understandingly, knowing she was right. To be honest, even though being a squire wasn't one of the best experiences of his life, it was fun in a way; plus he'd never forgive himself if something happened to Jon. "Alright then, but let me know what y'all come up with, okay?" he requested. With a curt nod, she disappeared down the corridor and he turned back to his knight.
"Well Sancho, what kind of adventure do you suppose we will find today?" Jon asked jovially. Trip just shook his head-it wasn't going to be easy keeping him out of trouble.
