Title: The River runs Through it
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: swearing, seductive alien, implying of intimacy, etc
Codes: all, Tu/S inclinations
Betad by: allie
E-mail: frazzledmess@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Paramount owns it, I just got bored.
Summary: Does time travel actually exist? Are there life forms out there that can travel time and change thoughts and memories from the future? Can just one person all of a sudden remember because of love? And would that love have to be true? Or kept secret? These are questions that you might ask yourself after reading only a few chapters of this.
*****
Chapter One:
Hoshi Sato starred at the syntax of the foreign language that had been mocking her for hours. She had never seen such perfect, confusing letters and words. The grammar (of it) haunted her, yelled at her that she would never figure it out. Sato glared at it, trying to scare it into being making sense. The more she starred at it, the more her head throbbed and eyes watered. She looked up just as Captain Archer paced back over.
"Got it yet?" Archer asked impatiently.
Hoshi sighed and rubbed her temple. "I'm never going to figure this language out if you keep pacing back and forth, asking me if I figured it out every ten minutes. This is a lot more difficult than you think, sir."
Captain Archer nodded his head furiously. "We really need to be able to communicate with these aliens, Hoshi. If we have a bad run-in with them again, I really don't want them to fire at us."
"Let them fire at us," Hoshi mumbled.
"What was that, ensign?" Archer asked, unable to hear her last statement.
"How about you do it?" Hoshi mumbled.
Archer blinked stupidly and walked to his command chair. He sat down and fumbled with his fingers, impatiently going on about how first contacts were supposed to go great.
Hoshi threw her hands up in the air and screamed.
Sub-commander T'Pol looked up from her console and froze. Sato realized everyone was staring at her.
Turning around, she meekly replied, somewhat covering her face, "It was a spider…just a spider…"
Then she turned back to her work.
Archer blinked again and almost began to talk about first contacts, but Lieutenant Reed gave him an exasperated sigh. The captain decided to leave the bridge and not risk another scream from his stressed-out linguist.
Travis Mayweather spoke up, "Maybe you should take a break. Have something to drink or eat or both." He nodded, trying to get a response. "Or get some sleep. It might make you feel better."
Hoshi sighed and rubbed at her temples more. "What I need is a bigger brain. And a universal translator that works a whole lot better."
Travis shook his head and sighed at his best friend. "Go have something to eat."
"Are you ordering me to, Ensign?" Hoshi asked, surprised.
"No," T'Pol replied. "I am ordering you. Return in three hours or more. I refuse to allow you to stare at the syntax of this language any further. You are obviously stressed beyond limits."
Hoshi almost objected but picked up her PADD and started out the door.
"Leave the language on the bridge and forget about it for now," T'Pol ordered, raising a very Vulcan eyebrow at her.
Ensign Sato sighed and walked back to her post, where Crewman Gonzales had already sat down at, and then placed the PADD down. She left the bridge, balling up her hands in stress.
Lieutenant Reed shook his head in disgust from his post. Some people…
***
Sato moved her fork around the plate of the smooth cheesecake. She speared a piece with her fork and pushed a piece up on to her fork and guided it to her mouth. The cheesecake danced in her mouth, awakening her senses.
It felt so wonderful melting in her mouth. Hoshi sighed in pleasure and gave a playful grin. She let the last piece dissolve as long as possible before washing it down with a tall glass of milk.
The ensign slouched in her chair and let her worries die in the river of cheesecake calories.
She closed her eyes, blocking out all thoughts of languages from her mind. She carefully placed her fork down on the plate, still with her weary eyes closed. It felt as if the weights were slowly being dropped from her lids and her swarming mind becoming a calm stream of water.
Commander Tucker was starring at Ensign Sato, trying not to laugh. He had been standing there long enough to see her stressful day melt away like ice on a scorching day. He sat down across from her, careful to not allow her to know he was there.
Hoshi Sato sighed again and let out a small giggle. She patted her stomach and sighed once more.
"Must've been a hell of a good cheesecake," Commander Tucker replied, grinning.
Hoshi's eyes snapped open and she quickly sat up.
Trip put his hand up, stopping her from apologizing or anything else that was unnecessary. "Go ahead an' enjoy yerself, darlin'. You need it."
Hoshi smiled and slouched back in her chair. Trip pulled his chair beside her and gave her a quick hug. "Don't worry, I won't be tellin' a soul you gave into one of the seven deadly sins right befo' m' eyes."
Sato slightly giggled as he left. She ruffled her hair and smiled to herself.
***
"Sir, an alien ship is approaching us," T'Pol announced. "It appears to be those who attacked us last time."
"Where's Hoshi?" Archer asked.
"The mess hall," T'Pol replied.
"Get her down here as soon as possible!" Archer barked.
Damn aliens, just because they didn't speak their language didn't make them an enemy. What was it that had set these aliens off edge? They had yet to see what these aliens looked like; all they got was their strange and beautiful language.
"They are hailing us, Captain. Audio only," T'Pol said.
"Put it through!"
Just as the language poured through the comms, Hoshi entered the bridge and sat down at her then empty seat.
"Alri'jah'sha'van'ah'la'h'sh'avree," the alien voice breathed like a lullaby.
Hoshi's face went cold, the blood drained from her face as she tried to translate the language.
"I think she is apologizing," Hoshi replied. "At least I think she is a she."
"That's a start; try to tell her you accept her apology."
"Sav'ar'ah'la'nah'shree'kah," Hoshi replied as breathy as possible.
There was a pause.
"Ya'nah'rash'nah'lah'shree," the voice said more loudly.
"I'm going to attempt to tell them we don't speak their language and are trying to as best as we can," Hoshi replied.
Archer nodded, eager to see if she would succeed.
"Y'vree'sa'la'h'shak'rah'nee'rah'lah'see," Hoshi intoned, trying to sound sweet.
Another pause and the view screen flickered.
"Captain, I am getting a visual of them," T'Pol replied.
"On screen, Sub-commander," Archer said impatiently.
The image of a beautiful woman with long, curly, red hair appeared on the screen. Her eyes were like the deep blue-green ocean, her pupils hardly visible. They were framed by long eyelashes, which brushed against her icy, pale skin. She looked very human, except for her long and pointy ears. She had an air of delicate about her.
"Ya'hel'it'rah'skee," she breathed.
Hoshi nodded and stood. The alien followed. Then the alien slightly bowed and she began to speak in English.
"We once again apologize for our previous attempts to speak with you. The last ship to speak with you was confused about your species, so then they ignorantly attacked you," the alien replied, just as breathy as before.
Hoshi nodded for Captain Archer to respond. Captain Archer stood and bowed slightly.
"We completely understand. My name is Captain Jonathon Archer and the woman speaking with you is Ensign Hoshi Sato," Archer replied.
"Captain and Ensign are ranks?" the alien asked.
"Yes, and Archer is my last name. Sato is Hoshi's last name."
Archer paused, hoping he didn't sound disrespectful.
"Ah, I see. You are Jonathon and she is Hoshi," the alien bowed slightly once again and smiled, showing her pearly whites. "I am An'rah'mishkayala'h'sha'vree. You may call me Mishkra or Mika."
"Mishkra," Archer stumbled on pronouncing.
"We will be leaving you now," Mishkra replied.
"Wait!" Archer stopped her. "Can't our people get to know you more?"
The alien blinked very slowly and pursed her lips. "We were not to meet at this time, much later we will meet again. Please yell Avree'shkree if you encounter any problems in this area of space."
Archer bowed and nodded his head. "Thank you, we will contact you that way…if we ... encounter any…problems."
The alien nodded, "Until." And she closed the connection.
"The ship has cloaked," T'Pol announced.
There was a flash of light and then nothing after the vessel cloaked.
"What was that?" Archer asked.
"Warp?" T'Pol even questioned herself. "Otherwise it would defy all logic."
Captain Archer looked over at Hoshi, as she sat down. "How did you learn their language so quickly?"
Hoshi shook her head. "I just put the sequences in the right order somehow…"
"Strange..." Archer replied. "I bet Trip will love to hear about them going to warp or whatever that was."
Hoshi only nodded. She couldn't speak the language anymore. The only thing she remembered was the shout for help. She looked down at the PADD and noticed the language had disappeared. Sato blinked and decided not to bother Captain Archer about it.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: swearing, seductive alien, implying of intimacy, etc
Codes: all, Tu/S inclinations
Betad by: allie
E-mail: frazzledmess@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Paramount owns it, I just got bored.
Summary: Does time travel actually exist? Are there life forms out there that can travel time and change thoughts and memories from the future? Can just one person all of a sudden remember because of love? And would that love have to be true? Or kept secret? These are questions that you might ask yourself after reading only a few chapters of this.
*****
Chapter One:
Hoshi Sato starred at the syntax of the foreign language that had been mocking her for hours. She had never seen such perfect, confusing letters and words. The grammar (of it) haunted her, yelled at her that she would never figure it out. Sato glared at it, trying to scare it into being making sense. The more she starred at it, the more her head throbbed and eyes watered. She looked up just as Captain Archer paced back over.
"Got it yet?" Archer asked impatiently.
Hoshi sighed and rubbed her temple. "I'm never going to figure this language out if you keep pacing back and forth, asking me if I figured it out every ten minutes. This is a lot more difficult than you think, sir."
Captain Archer nodded his head furiously. "We really need to be able to communicate with these aliens, Hoshi. If we have a bad run-in with them again, I really don't want them to fire at us."
"Let them fire at us," Hoshi mumbled.
"What was that, ensign?" Archer asked, unable to hear her last statement.
"How about you do it?" Hoshi mumbled.
Archer blinked stupidly and walked to his command chair. He sat down and fumbled with his fingers, impatiently going on about how first contacts were supposed to go great.
Hoshi threw her hands up in the air and screamed.
Sub-commander T'Pol looked up from her console and froze. Sato realized everyone was staring at her.
Turning around, she meekly replied, somewhat covering her face, "It was a spider…just a spider…"
Then she turned back to her work.
Archer blinked again and almost began to talk about first contacts, but Lieutenant Reed gave him an exasperated sigh. The captain decided to leave the bridge and not risk another scream from his stressed-out linguist.
Travis Mayweather spoke up, "Maybe you should take a break. Have something to drink or eat or both." He nodded, trying to get a response. "Or get some sleep. It might make you feel better."
Hoshi sighed and rubbed at her temples more. "What I need is a bigger brain. And a universal translator that works a whole lot better."
Travis shook his head and sighed at his best friend. "Go have something to eat."
"Are you ordering me to, Ensign?" Hoshi asked, surprised.
"No," T'Pol replied. "I am ordering you. Return in three hours or more. I refuse to allow you to stare at the syntax of this language any further. You are obviously stressed beyond limits."
Hoshi almost objected but picked up her PADD and started out the door.
"Leave the language on the bridge and forget about it for now," T'Pol ordered, raising a very Vulcan eyebrow at her.
Ensign Sato sighed and walked back to her post, where Crewman Gonzales had already sat down at, and then placed the PADD down. She left the bridge, balling up her hands in stress.
Lieutenant Reed shook his head in disgust from his post. Some people…
***
Sato moved her fork around the plate of the smooth cheesecake. She speared a piece with her fork and pushed a piece up on to her fork and guided it to her mouth. The cheesecake danced in her mouth, awakening her senses.
It felt so wonderful melting in her mouth. Hoshi sighed in pleasure and gave a playful grin. She let the last piece dissolve as long as possible before washing it down with a tall glass of milk.
The ensign slouched in her chair and let her worries die in the river of cheesecake calories.
She closed her eyes, blocking out all thoughts of languages from her mind. She carefully placed her fork down on the plate, still with her weary eyes closed. It felt as if the weights were slowly being dropped from her lids and her swarming mind becoming a calm stream of water.
Commander Tucker was starring at Ensign Sato, trying not to laugh. He had been standing there long enough to see her stressful day melt away like ice on a scorching day. He sat down across from her, careful to not allow her to know he was there.
Hoshi Sato sighed again and let out a small giggle. She patted her stomach and sighed once more.
"Must've been a hell of a good cheesecake," Commander Tucker replied, grinning.
Hoshi's eyes snapped open and she quickly sat up.
Trip put his hand up, stopping her from apologizing or anything else that was unnecessary. "Go ahead an' enjoy yerself, darlin'. You need it."
Hoshi smiled and slouched back in her chair. Trip pulled his chair beside her and gave her a quick hug. "Don't worry, I won't be tellin' a soul you gave into one of the seven deadly sins right befo' m' eyes."
Sato slightly giggled as he left. She ruffled her hair and smiled to herself.
***
"Sir, an alien ship is approaching us," T'Pol announced. "It appears to be those who attacked us last time."
"Where's Hoshi?" Archer asked.
"The mess hall," T'Pol replied.
"Get her down here as soon as possible!" Archer barked.
Damn aliens, just because they didn't speak their language didn't make them an enemy. What was it that had set these aliens off edge? They had yet to see what these aliens looked like; all they got was their strange and beautiful language.
"They are hailing us, Captain. Audio only," T'Pol said.
"Put it through!"
Just as the language poured through the comms, Hoshi entered the bridge and sat down at her then empty seat.
"Alri'jah'sha'van'ah'la'h'sh'avree," the alien voice breathed like a lullaby.
Hoshi's face went cold, the blood drained from her face as she tried to translate the language.
"I think she is apologizing," Hoshi replied. "At least I think she is a she."
"That's a start; try to tell her you accept her apology."
"Sav'ar'ah'la'nah'shree'kah," Hoshi replied as breathy as possible.
There was a pause.
"Ya'nah'rash'nah'lah'shree," the voice said more loudly.
"I'm going to attempt to tell them we don't speak their language and are trying to as best as we can," Hoshi replied.
Archer nodded, eager to see if she would succeed.
"Y'vree'sa'la'h'shak'rah'nee'rah'lah'see," Hoshi intoned, trying to sound sweet.
Another pause and the view screen flickered.
"Captain, I am getting a visual of them," T'Pol replied.
"On screen, Sub-commander," Archer said impatiently.
The image of a beautiful woman with long, curly, red hair appeared on the screen. Her eyes were like the deep blue-green ocean, her pupils hardly visible. They were framed by long eyelashes, which brushed against her icy, pale skin. She looked very human, except for her long and pointy ears. She had an air of delicate about her.
"Ya'hel'it'rah'skee," she breathed.
Hoshi nodded and stood. The alien followed. Then the alien slightly bowed and she began to speak in English.
"We once again apologize for our previous attempts to speak with you. The last ship to speak with you was confused about your species, so then they ignorantly attacked you," the alien replied, just as breathy as before.
Hoshi nodded for Captain Archer to respond. Captain Archer stood and bowed slightly.
"We completely understand. My name is Captain Jonathon Archer and the woman speaking with you is Ensign Hoshi Sato," Archer replied.
"Captain and Ensign are ranks?" the alien asked.
"Yes, and Archer is my last name. Sato is Hoshi's last name."
Archer paused, hoping he didn't sound disrespectful.
"Ah, I see. You are Jonathon and she is Hoshi," the alien bowed slightly once again and smiled, showing her pearly whites. "I am An'rah'mishkayala'h'sha'vree. You may call me Mishkra or Mika."
"Mishkra," Archer stumbled on pronouncing.
"We will be leaving you now," Mishkra replied.
"Wait!" Archer stopped her. "Can't our people get to know you more?"
The alien blinked very slowly and pursed her lips. "We were not to meet at this time, much later we will meet again. Please yell Avree'shkree if you encounter any problems in this area of space."
Archer bowed and nodded his head. "Thank you, we will contact you that way…if we ... encounter any…problems."
The alien nodded, "Until." And she closed the connection.
"The ship has cloaked," T'Pol announced.
There was a flash of light and then nothing after the vessel cloaked.
"What was that?" Archer asked.
"Warp?" T'Pol even questioned herself. "Otherwise it would defy all logic."
Captain Archer looked over at Hoshi, as she sat down. "How did you learn their language so quickly?"
Hoshi shook her head. "I just put the sequences in the right order somehow…"
"Strange..." Archer replied. "I bet Trip will love to hear about them going to warp or whatever that was."
Hoshi only nodded. She couldn't speak the language anymore. The only thing she remembered was the shout for help. She looked down at the PADD and noticed the language had disappeared. Sato blinked and decided not to bother Captain Archer about it.
