Buffy sagged against the handsome officer's chest with a sigh and closed her eyes. The last thing that she remembered was decking that stupid astronaut in Cleveland. She sighed again and the man looked at her.
"You ok?" he asked in that drawl that made her smile.
"Just peachy keen." She replied, lying through her teeth.
The Captain followed his Engineer until they got to sickbay, and then made the security wait outside.
"But Captain!" Malcolm protested. "You can come in Malcolm. You too T'pol. I'd like some answers." And with that he walked into sickbay.
Trip laid Buffy carefully on the bio bed and she watched the Doctor flit around opening drawers and pressing computer screens. Her eyes went to the people who walked and in and she sighed. It seemed a day for heavy sighs. Maybe she should try some juvenile eye rolling too.
The Doctor poised in front of his computer, "Your name?"
"Elizabeth, but call me Buffy, Summers."
"Date of birth?"
"1980." Now there were a few gasps and Buffy looked around. "Ok, what's up with the gaspy sounds?" The shock on their faces would have been amusing if she was let in on the joke.
"Just a moment. Where were you born?"
"Santa Monica, California." (a/n suburb of LA…just work with me.)
"I've been there!" Trip said and the Captain nodded, "Me too." He replied softly.
The Captain moved in front of her and sighed, "My name is Captain Jonathon Archer. I'm the captain of the starship Enterprise NX01." He pointed to each of his staff, "That's my chief engineer Commander Charles Tucker, Security and Armory officer Lt. Malcolm Reed, and my second in command Sub-commander T'pol. And this is the year 2153."
Buffy gaped at him, then gasped in remembrance. "Oh damn. 150 years!"
"What?" Trip asked and he saw the emotions cross her face.
"Nothing that changes why I'm here. So we're in space? Far away from home I'd guess." She asked and the Captain nodded. "Peachy." She moaned and dropped her face into her hands.
The Doctor kicked everyone out of sickbay, "I'll check her and make sure she is alright. She'll need quarters, at least for the time being. I'll let you know when I know more." He made shooing motions and managed to make everyone leave.
As the door slid shut Buffy laughed quietly and laid back. "I can't believe it's been 150 years."
"Don't despair my dear." Doctor Phlox replied absently and proceeded to giver her a thorough physical.
Buffy was finally asleep when the Doctor made his report to Captain Archer in person.
"She is indeed human. Her DNA is perfect, no flaws detected which is amazing in and of itself. She will recover quickly from her hibernation, and I advise her to eat often. Her metabolism is very quick." The Doctor smiled at Archer.
Captain Archer sat back thoughtfully, "As far as we were aware no humans have been out this far. I wonder how she ended up out here?"
"When she is ready I believe that she'll tell us." Was the Doctor's practical advice.
The Captain watched the Doctor leave and contacted Admiral Forrest at Starfleet Command on his private link.
Hoshi gladly accepted the assignment from the Captain to get Buffy settled in. They had a similar sense of humor and really enjoyed each other's company. Hoshi eased the first couple of days for Buffy, showing her the ship and how to find her way around and was rewarded by Buffy's observations of the males on board.
"Now the Captain with his eyes and that dimple in his chin is a hottie, no doubt but I guess he needs to be very careful." Buffy looked over at Hoshi who smiled and nodded. "Yeah, romance is probably hard for him, but he's a great Captain. He always keeps the crew's well-being first. "
Buffy smiled, "Then there is Malcolm and Trip. Both easy on the eyes and both with accents to make a girls heart flutter." Buffy dramatically placed a hand on her heart and sighed, making Hoshi erupt into giggles. Both of them were unaware of the audience behind them in the corridor.
"T'pol is what again?" Buffy asked and Hoshi smiled, "She's a Vulcan. They were the first contact I told you about."
"Oh yeah. Boy, what I wouldn't give for her height or her curves." Buffy sighed and Hoshi nodded, "Being short is not all it's cracked up to be." She replied in complete understanding and the girls laughed as they entered the crew mess.
Captain Archer and T'pol continued to the Captain's dining room in silence and sat down. The Captain was uncomfortably silent, remembering the conversation between the women.
Trip came in and smiled, "Sorry I'm late Cap'n, T'pol."
Archer smiled in relief, "Not at all." T'pol nodded, "There was not a problem. I was just about to ask the Captain a question, but maybe you can answer it instead."
"Shoot!" Trip answered and T'pol correctly interpreted this to mean go ahead. "What is a 'hottie'?"
Both Trip and the Captain choked on their drinks and Trip laughed, "Where did ya hear that little bit of English language T'pol?"
"The Captain and I were walking behind Ms. Summers and Ensign Sato when Buffy remarked that the Captain was a 'hottie'." By this time Archer's face was red with embarrassment and Trip chuckled, "It's means that they think he is good lookin' or handsome."
T'pol sat back, "So when they said that you and Lt. Reed were 'easy on the eyes', they meant the same idea as well?" Now it was Trip's turn to squirm and turn red under his Captains' amused gaze.
"I guess so. Say Cap'n, when's the steward goin' to get here with our food?" Trip asked a little desperately and Archer chuckled, "So what do you think of Ms. Summers?" He looked at Trip and Trip looked back thoughtfully.
"I'd say she's a hottie in her own right." Both of the men laughed and the steward came in with their meals. T'pol ate silently, trying to figure out this new information.
