You truly learn something new every day. I was unaware that Humans could
turn such an interesting shade of red. Part of me was concerned that
Commander Tucker would have an apoplexic fit and was planning on what to do
if he did, in fact, have one; another part watched in amazement as the
color in his face came and went at an alarming rate.
Apparently he was upset that I knew about the Captain and Ensign Sato's relationship before he did. I would have guessed that he would have been one of the first to know about it. But, I was wrong. It's happened before, and, I dare say, will happen again.
Humans are really a very interesting species. I know Sub commander T'Pol thinks so, although she'll never admit it. I realize they aren't as exotic as the Jeanese with their telekinesis, the Warrans with their large wings, or even the Prydians and their ability to pass through solid objects at will. It's the way they interact with each other that I find so intriguing. Friends, lovers, acquaintances . they have so many classifications for their exceedingly complex relationships with each other.
It seems that the relationship that Captain and Commander Tucker is best friends. I've learned that this type of friendship comes with a certain responsibility, and it look as if the Commander feels the Captain has failed to fulfill said responsibilities, namely telling him about any romantic interests he may have, replete with details. I have often overheard various crewmen on board Enterprise impart stories of sexual conquests, a trait that is shared by nearly all of the Universe's male inhabitants, I'm afraid.
Oh good, the Commander's color is returning to normal. He can be rather impulsive at times; I certainly hope he doesn't do anything rash .
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"Now don't that just beat the Dutch!" Trip aimed a solid kick at an unassuming tuft of blue grass, taking his frustration out on the innocent plant.
T'Pol merely elevated an eyebrow, while Travis turned to hide a laugh as Trip strode toward one of the shuttle pods.
"Ah'm not takin' this lyin' down any more! This ends here and now!" With a determined look on his face, he climbed up to stand on the bottom ledge of the casing surrounding the pod's engines. His piercing whistle drew the attention of the other sixty-five crewmen scattered over the near by field.
"Is there anyone on the ship besides Malcolm and me that didn't know about the Cap'n and Hoshi?" Trip's eyes scanned the crowd as the crew looked at each other, shaking their collective heads, wondering about their Chief Engineer's sanity.
"I think we all knew," a voice floated up, a chorus of agreement following it.
"Summa . . ."
"Trip? Is something going on?" Archer's voice caused Trip to spin around, nearly losing his balance. Embarrassment warred with righteous irritation as he scrambled down, coming to stand before Archer and Hoshi. He glared at their hands clasped together.
"Ah think that's mah line." Crossing his arms over his chest, Trip belligerently stuck out his lower jaw.
"Trip?" Archer's cautious voice matched the wary look on his face. Hoshi took a step closer to him, her puzzled gaze going from one man to the next.
Flinging out his arms, Trip burst into speech. "Why din't ya tell me ya were seein' Hoshi? Ah had t' figure it out on m' own! Turns out Ah was the last t' know!" His arms fell to his sides, a hurt expression in his eyes. "Yer m' best friend, Jon. Why din't ya tell me?"
It was Archer's turn to look puzzled. "I did. Three weeks ago. You, Malcolm, and I were watching the Stanford-Texas game. It was halftime. I told you Starfleet had relaxed its fraternizing regulations, and Hoshi and I had started dating. You nodded and said something like 'Good for you Cap'n'. I thought you two took it rather well, actually."
Trip stood there, stunned, for approximately 4.67 seconds. (Phlox, who had been watching and listening avidly, counted.) "Halftime! If I recall correctly, the Texas cheerleaders were on at halftime. Ya don't talk to a man when the Texas cheerleaders are on!" Trip turned to Malcolm. "Do you remember him tellin' us this?"
Malcolm had the grace to look sheepish. "I remember the cheerleaders ."
A smug Trip faced Archer. "Well then, there ya go." A sudden thought occurred to Trip. "If ya had made it public already, then why'd ya look so guilty when I had Hoshi eat dinner with ya?"
"You were so obviously sneaky about it, it was rather embarrassing. Especially since we thought you already knew," laughed Hoshi.
"Son of a bitch." Trip fought the grin trying to escape, not so willing to let go of his grievance. "Just don't let it happen again." The grin won.
Apparently he was upset that I knew about the Captain and Ensign Sato's relationship before he did. I would have guessed that he would have been one of the first to know about it. But, I was wrong. It's happened before, and, I dare say, will happen again.
Humans are really a very interesting species. I know Sub commander T'Pol thinks so, although she'll never admit it. I realize they aren't as exotic as the Jeanese with their telekinesis, the Warrans with their large wings, or even the Prydians and their ability to pass through solid objects at will. It's the way they interact with each other that I find so intriguing. Friends, lovers, acquaintances . they have so many classifications for their exceedingly complex relationships with each other.
It seems that the relationship that Captain and Commander Tucker is best friends. I've learned that this type of friendship comes with a certain responsibility, and it look as if the Commander feels the Captain has failed to fulfill said responsibilities, namely telling him about any romantic interests he may have, replete with details. I have often overheard various crewmen on board Enterprise impart stories of sexual conquests, a trait that is shared by nearly all of the Universe's male inhabitants, I'm afraid.
Oh good, the Commander's color is returning to normal. He can be rather impulsive at times; I certainly hope he doesn't do anything rash .
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"Now don't that just beat the Dutch!" Trip aimed a solid kick at an unassuming tuft of blue grass, taking his frustration out on the innocent plant.
T'Pol merely elevated an eyebrow, while Travis turned to hide a laugh as Trip strode toward one of the shuttle pods.
"Ah'm not takin' this lyin' down any more! This ends here and now!" With a determined look on his face, he climbed up to stand on the bottom ledge of the casing surrounding the pod's engines. His piercing whistle drew the attention of the other sixty-five crewmen scattered over the near by field.
"Is there anyone on the ship besides Malcolm and me that didn't know about the Cap'n and Hoshi?" Trip's eyes scanned the crowd as the crew looked at each other, shaking their collective heads, wondering about their Chief Engineer's sanity.
"I think we all knew," a voice floated up, a chorus of agreement following it.
"Summa . . ."
"Trip? Is something going on?" Archer's voice caused Trip to spin around, nearly losing his balance. Embarrassment warred with righteous irritation as he scrambled down, coming to stand before Archer and Hoshi. He glared at their hands clasped together.
"Ah think that's mah line." Crossing his arms over his chest, Trip belligerently stuck out his lower jaw.
"Trip?" Archer's cautious voice matched the wary look on his face. Hoshi took a step closer to him, her puzzled gaze going from one man to the next.
Flinging out his arms, Trip burst into speech. "Why din't ya tell me ya were seein' Hoshi? Ah had t' figure it out on m' own! Turns out Ah was the last t' know!" His arms fell to his sides, a hurt expression in his eyes. "Yer m' best friend, Jon. Why din't ya tell me?"
It was Archer's turn to look puzzled. "I did. Three weeks ago. You, Malcolm, and I were watching the Stanford-Texas game. It was halftime. I told you Starfleet had relaxed its fraternizing regulations, and Hoshi and I had started dating. You nodded and said something like 'Good for you Cap'n'. I thought you two took it rather well, actually."
Trip stood there, stunned, for approximately 4.67 seconds. (Phlox, who had been watching and listening avidly, counted.) "Halftime! If I recall correctly, the Texas cheerleaders were on at halftime. Ya don't talk to a man when the Texas cheerleaders are on!" Trip turned to Malcolm. "Do you remember him tellin' us this?"
Malcolm had the grace to look sheepish. "I remember the cheerleaders ."
A smug Trip faced Archer. "Well then, there ya go." A sudden thought occurred to Trip. "If ya had made it public already, then why'd ya look so guilty when I had Hoshi eat dinner with ya?"
"You were so obviously sneaky about it, it was rather embarrassing. Especially since we thought you already knew," laughed Hoshi.
"Son of a bitch." Trip fought the grin trying to escape, not so willing to let go of his grievance. "Just don't let it happen again." The grin won.
