Once more. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE STAR TREK CHARACTERS, they are owned by
Paramount. I do own Alex, and her language but that's just me. Everything
else is theirs. Thanks for reading and I hope you keep checking back for
more. Thanks.
~ Little One
*****
" Are you asking because you have a problem with my judgement or because you don't know what she is?" //I don't need another one of her problems.//
" I'm simply asking in the best interest of the crew."
" Well then. I know it's weird but she's promised to tell us everything that happened and even gave Trip the password to access the mainframe computer."
" It doesn't mean she's safe sir." T'Pol continued arguing for the sake of being this close to Jon. In response he stood up and walked over to her.
" T'Pol, what's really on your mind." //I'd touch her but she'd probably nerve-pinch me.//
" Just the. safety of the crew sir." Despite all of the 'emotions' going on inside, VERY deep inside, T'Pol managed to keep that cool Vulcan air in her voice.
" Alright then. You should know that I am the first to admit when I'm wrong and I'll do just about anything to make sure this crew is safe. That help?" Archer finally worked up enough courage to touch her arm, praying she wouldn't flip him or something.
//Breathe in, breathe out. Don't think about where his hand is touching you. Just breathe. Think about the lake, calm the waters. Damn it! It isn't working.//
" Are you okay?" Archer asked when T'Pol slanted her head down and closed her eyes. //Please don't let her kill me. T'Pol actually seems to not mind my hand there. I wonder what else she wouldn't mind. No, I'm her superior officer. Plus she's a Vulcan. A damn good lookin' one too.//
" I'm fine Captain. If that is all you have to offer me, then I'll go and get some food from the mess hall before my next shift." T'Pol meant 'all you have to offer me' in a couple of ways and Jon understood that. So, standing up he did something he'd never thought he'd do. Or at least something he never thought he'd live through. ***
" So, I saw T'Pol give you a data pad. You looked pretty pissed off, what'd she say?" Trip and Hoshi were sitting down finishing desserts after dinner.
" She just asked me to translate something for her." Hoshi said off handedly. Being with Trip made that seem like a mosquito bite.
" Is that all? Well, if she did say somethin' to make you mad, you handled it ver well, darling." He had no idea why he said that, it had just slipped out.
" Why thank you Commander." Hoshi said, flustered by the 'darling'.
" Do you think we could keep titles out of this" Trip muttered as his face turned a rather weird shade of red.
" Of course Trip. When's your next shift?" She asked spontaneously.
" Not for," He looked at his watch. "three hours. Why?"
" Want to watch a movie in my quarters. I have a bunch of selections. New stuff and old." Hoshi bit her lip waiting for an answer.
" Sure, why not." ***
" Do you think I could get some food Doc? Now that you've checked me and Malcolm out and we're clean?" Alex was starving. Her last meal had been two days ago, when they had been attacked.
" I don't see why not. Lieutenant, I do believe you know where the mess hall is. Why don't you show our guest?" That cheery smile of his graced his face.
Malcolm blinked and shrugged.
" Why not." He muttered, knowing he had no choice.
//You always have a choice Malcolm. You're tired, you should go to bed.//
Alex's voice entered his thoughts without warning.
//Bloody hell. What the-//
//No swearing please. I'll explain later. Just. get some rest.// Alex yawned at that thought.
" I'd rather go to bed now that I think about it. How 'bout you show me to my quarters and then you can go to yours Malcolm." She smiled sweetly as she hopped off the bed in sickbay.
She trailed Malcolm out the doors as Dr Phlox 'hummed' and went about his business.
" What the-" She grabbed his elbow just as he was about to stop and demand an answer.
" I'll tell you in a moment. Right now, just get us to your quarters. I don't feel like explaining with this many people around." They continued on in silence and were at Malcolm's room in ten minutes. He entered the access code and they stepped into the orderly room.
" Now spill." He ordered. She made him sit down and then sat across from him.
" Well. You're telepathic."
~ Little One
*****
" Are you asking because you have a problem with my judgement or because you don't know what she is?" //I don't need another one of her problems.//
" I'm simply asking in the best interest of the crew."
" Well then. I know it's weird but she's promised to tell us everything that happened and even gave Trip the password to access the mainframe computer."
" It doesn't mean she's safe sir." T'Pol continued arguing for the sake of being this close to Jon. In response he stood up and walked over to her.
" T'Pol, what's really on your mind." //I'd touch her but she'd probably nerve-pinch me.//
" Just the. safety of the crew sir." Despite all of the 'emotions' going on inside, VERY deep inside, T'Pol managed to keep that cool Vulcan air in her voice.
" Alright then. You should know that I am the first to admit when I'm wrong and I'll do just about anything to make sure this crew is safe. That help?" Archer finally worked up enough courage to touch her arm, praying she wouldn't flip him or something.
//Breathe in, breathe out. Don't think about where his hand is touching you. Just breathe. Think about the lake, calm the waters. Damn it! It isn't working.//
" Are you okay?" Archer asked when T'Pol slanted her head down and closed her eyes. //Please don't let her kill me. T'Pol actually seems to not mind my hand there. I wonder what else she wouldn't mind. No, I'm her superior officer. Plus she's a Vulcan. A damn good lookin' one too.//
" I'm fine Captain. If that is all you have to offer me, then I'll go and get some food from the mess hall before my next shift." T'Pol meant 'all you have to offer me' in a couple of ways and Jon understood that. So, standing up he did something he'd never thought he'd do. Or at least something he never thought he'd live through. ***
" So, I saw T'Pol give you a data pad. You looked pretty pissed off, what'd she say?" Trip and Hoshi were sitting down finishing desserts after dinner.
" She just asked me to translate something for her." Hoshi said off handedly. Being with Trip made that seem like a mosquito bite.
" Is that all? Well, if she did say somethin' to make you mad, you handled it ver well, darling." He had no idea why he said that, it had just slipped out.
" Why thank you Commander." Hoshi said, flustered by the 'darling'.
" Do you think we could keep titles out of this" Trip muttered as his face turned a rather weird shade of red.
" Of course Trip. When's your next shift?" She asked spontaneously.
" Not for," He looked at his watch. "three hours. Why?"
" Want to watch a movie in my quarters. I have a bunch of selections. New stuff and old." Hoshi bit her lip waiting for an answer.
" Sure, why not." ***
" Do you think I could get some food Doc? Now that you've checked me and Malcolm out and we're clean?" Alex was starving. Her last meal had been two days ago, when they had been attacked.
" I don't see why not. Lieutenant, I do believe you know where the mess hall is. Why don't you show our guest?" That cheery smile of his graced his face.
Malcolm blinked and shrugged.
" Why not." He muttered, knowing he had no choice.
//You always have a choice Malcolm. You're tired, you should go to bed.//
Alex's voice entered his thoughts without warning.
//Bloody hell. What the-//
//No swearing please. I'll explain later. Just. get some rest.// Alex yawned at that thought.
" I'd rather go to bed now that I think about it. How 'bout you show me to my quarters and then you can go to yours Malcolm." She smiled sweetly as she hopped off the bed in sickbay.
She trailed Malcolm out the doors as Dr Phlox 'hummed' and went about his business.
" What the-" She grabbed his elbow just as he was about to stop and demand an answer.
" I'll tell you in a moment. Right now, just get us to your quarters. I don't feel like explaining with this many people around." They continued on in silence and were at Malcolm's room in ten minutes. He entered the access code and they stepped into the orderly room.
" Now spill." He ordered. She made him sit down and then sat across from him.
" Well. You're telepathic."