WOW!!! I'm updating!!!! SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO sorry this took so long… but.. Yeah.. I really have no excuse… This isn't bata'ed so it prolly won't be too wonderfully done.. Oh well!!
Anywho!
Yeah I recently found out that there is a song by Billy Joel called "somewhere along the line" and if ya think about it.. It kinda fits this story… well.. Wait how on earth would you know.. You prolly have no clue where I'm going with this.. Oh well!!!
ON another note…
I know this chapter is extremely short… but there is a reason for that!!!
The reason is that when I write stories.. I write them on paper.. You know that ancient white-y creamy stuff with the blue lines.. Yeah that… than I read it over about 20 times adding more and more detail.. Than I transfer it adding more detail I added each of those 20 times.. Than I re-read it there.. So all in all it is WAY to descriptive and takes WAY too long,…
So anyway… the reason for the short chapter is this.. NO MORE SUPER-DESCRIPTION! I'm gonna write it on paper and only fix errors when transferring it.. But if I was to start doing this halfway into the chapter that would be really annoying for you poor readers… yeah.. So.. Anyway…. ONTO THE STORY
Chapter 2- Somewhere along the line
~!~!~!~The Day Before ~!~!~!
"What do you mean ' There's nothing that can be done'?" Captain Archer's frustrated voice crackled through the communicator in Commander Charles 'Trip' Tucker III's hand.
"What I mean Cap'n, is there's no way to cut through the storm enough to transport. The concentrations of beryllium monoxide in the atmosphere right now is too high, it will interfere with the pattern enhancer far too greatly. We'd be lucky have our gelatinous remains places on the transporter pad and not out in space. I'm tellin' you Cap'n, it's not safe." Commander Tucker informed the Captain, albeit a very long explanation.
"Well, what about a shuttle-pod, The Beryllium wouldn't be effecting of it's systems," The Captain pointed out becoming exasperated with his engineer who had been arguing with him about returning to Enterprise for the last 15 minutes.
"Cap'n, "Trip said almost disappointed, "Ya know how badly the shuttle-pods keep in electrical storms. T'Pol 'n me will be fine, don't worry." Trip reassured his Captain, and long time friend, before swinging the lid closed on the small handheld device. Slipping it into his pocket Trip walked back to the small town he and his college , Sub-Commander T'Pol, had taken up residence at during this away mission. The mission was one of little importance, designed almost entirely by the Captain to give his two highest ranking officers, aside from himself, a little time off. The Ship recently took heavy damage during a recent mission. It had been Tuckers job to oversee all of the repairs, as well as complete many of them himself.
T'Pol's coming on the mission had been one of her own choice. She had been cooped up on Enterprise for the past 9 months with no away missions or shore leave. Even though she insisted that Vulcans didn't need shore leave and that they did not feel the stress of work overload, she would have to be very ignorant not to realize her own efficiency had dropped over 6 percent since her last away mission. She had told the Captain that her presence on this mission would be productive because the Tarlikians had never met the Vulcans and her people would prefer that she where present during the introduction. Captain Archer had, of course, accepted her offer kindly and allowed her to go, knowing full well she was giving a faulty reason for desiring the break.
T'Pol Stood at the edge of the small town as Trip walked up to her. He couldn't help but admire the beautiful village. The town, Heeniquato, consisted of 32 buildings, most of which were residential. Most of the residential buildings housed 5 or 6 sets of family units. His eyes traveled toward the streets they walked on, when he looked closer he realized they weren't streets so much as they were huge pictures engraved with the tiniest pictures that were ever seen. Trip squatted down and looked even closer and saw the great detail that went into each one. One he found to be standing out was a picture of a woman holding a baby. Even though the entire picture was no more than a square centimeter, he felt as if it would come alive at any second and begin to sing.
Trip realized he was getting a little too into the engravings, but still wanted to take a pictuere, so he took out his camera and zoomed out as to get as much street as possible and took the shot. He looked around to see where T'Pol had run off to and noticed she was still there watching him curiously.
"Oh.. Uh… sorry… We'd better get going to that festival now.. Shouldn't we…"
I hope that wasn't too disappointing.. I tried to end at a slightly logical spot.. And I really couldn't find any better spot to do so in the near futer.. I will try to finish the next chapter tonight… YAY go me! (J/K)
Oh and P.S.. if I get 8 reviews I will PROMISE to finish the next chappy by the end of the week!
~ Love~ Becky
