The last time I updated I didn't own any of the normal Star Trek characters
so why would I own them now?? Please keep reading. I'm trying to go along
faster and get more chapters up and started. How you liking it so far? Be
warned though, the relationships get MUCH more defined in this chapter.
Espically between Jonathan and T'Pol so if that offends anyone just quit
reading right now, thank you very much. Please review and tell me what I
did wrong or right. Thanks!
~ Little One
*****
" Well. You're telepathic." She stated as if that explained everything.
" WHAT!" He thundered into her face.
" You're telepathic." She said calmly.
" HOW?" He was truly panicking now.
" Calm down, you'll blow a blood vessel." She tried to push him into a sitting position but he refused to sit down or shut up.
" I will not calm down." He had the cutest accent when he was ticked off, trying to be quiet, and sarcastic.
" Please Malcolm." //Do it for me.//
" Stay out of my head." Malcolm finally deflated the palms of his hands pressed against his temples.
" It's one of the few side-effects of the liquid. I'm sorry, I really am. I should have just knocked you out but I couldn't take the risk you'd wake up again." It was Alex's turn to collapse in a miserable heap. She fell on the floor at Malcolm's feet, her head in her lap.
" It's fine. Just. explain what happened." Malcolm tried to calm her.
" The blue liquid turns you into a Jenobian. Basically they are exactly like us, except they have telepathic abilities and use more of their brain. Obviously." She added as an afterthought.
" But- how-"
" I don't know exactly how it happens it just does. All I know is that I was changed when I was eight. My hair turned to this brown shade and my eyes turned a gray-green color. I became telepathic within hours of taking the medicine. Though I do have to say, I took it better than you." Alex stopped the rambling stream of talk with that comment as Malcolm slid down to sit in front of her on the floor.
//It's okay. I'm not mad.// He concentrated the thought at her, making sure she got it.
Wincing, Alex replied, " I know. I can help you control your thoughts. By the way, only you and I can talk mind to mind. Despite the fact that Vulcans are telepathic, doesn't mean Sub-commander T'Pol is open to our. frequency." ***
Jon was stiff and tired. //No wonder Vulcans only do this every seven years.// Archer tried to stretch without waking T'Pol.
" Cap'n?" Trip's voice came through the intercom. Jon stretched his arm up and around to reach the button that would allow him to talk back.
" Yes Trip?" Archer asked trying to rearrange himself around T'Pol.
" Cap'n you have a message from Starfleet. They want us to rendezvous with a Vulcan ship and discuss are further mission out here."" Archer closed his eyes and sighed.
" Just plug in the coordinates. How long until we get there?" Archer slumped back down as Trip punched in the calculations.
" Maybe three to four hours at warp five."
" Okay. I think I'm gonna go back to sleep. Buzz me when we get there. Archer out." He hit the button that cut off the transmission and slid down next to T'Pol. //What's gonna happen next?// ***
" I can't be seen by the Vulcans sir." Alex tried to convince Jon that it would be better if she was hidden before they reached the rendezvous point.
" Any why is that?"
" Because. I don't know. I'm not supposed to be on this ship in the first place and according to all scanners, I'm not alive."
" I'm sure that some Vulcan scanners would be able to detect your bio sign." T'Pol stated simply, in that cool Vulcan logic.
" You're overestimating your own equipment. Even the Jenobian scanners couldn't tell I was alive.
" Jenobians?" She questioned. " I've never heard of them."
" I can't tell you everything Captain. Jenobians are a very advanced and VERY private species. They originate from a point just beyond known space. That, without more clearance, is all I can tell you. I'm sorry sir."
" Okay. Malcolm, escort Alex to her quarters and stay there with her until I call you." Jonathan sighed at the idea of the upcoming meeting. " This is not going to be fun." He muttered. ***
" I'm sorry Captain but you don't belong in space." The Vulcan Commander stated firmly.
" This is-"
" That's enough Trip." Commander Varic raised his hand.
" However, as long as you are out here, you will keep an eye open for this person. She is suggested to be extremely dangerous. She has murdered several people already. This is all and if you don't mind we'll take our leave." Captain Archer gestured to the door.
" Be my guest." He said sarcastically. Varic just raised an eyebrow and walked out the door followed by three members of his crew.
" Recognize the face." Jon said once he got a clear look at the holo-image.
" I believe that would be our guest, Alex." T'Pol said after a second.
"No wonder she didn't want to be seen by the Vulcans." Trip commented, mainly to himself.
" Yeah. No wonder." There was a constant stream of data swirling around the holographic head. ***
" Okay not bad. Just don't concentrate so hard. It's rather easy to master."
//I'll never get this!//
" You just did. See, when you focus the thought you don't need to directly aim it at a specific person. Just pretend you're talking to them out loud." //That way it won't hurt anyone.// Alex smiled as Malcolm tried again.
//Is this better?//
" Yeah. Next lesson, after food, is blocking."
" Blocking?" The com link in Alex's room beeped.
" Archer to Malcolm."
" Yes Captain?"
" Bring Alex to the bridge, we need to figure out what we're going to do with her." He sounded really angry.
" Yes sir." Malcolm was confused. ***
" I swear I didn't do anything! I didn't do that." Alex was very close to tears.
//Malcolm. I can't lie mind to mind. Tell them I didn't do that!// She pleaded. Unfortunately, Malcolm didn't know what to do.
" Maybe she's telling the truth sir."
" Why would Vulcans lie, Lieutenant?" Malcolm took a step back, away from the icy tones of the captain.
" They aren't." Alex muttered.
" Then you admit that the charges are true." Everyone on bridge was privy to the interrogation but T'Pol was playing an active role.
" I didn't do anything!" She did actually start crying. " Mas tes meto kornak! Mas patonek!" Reverting to Jenobian she sat down as tears streamed down her face. Malcolm couldn't stand back much longer. He knew for a fact that she was innocent he just didn't know how to prove it to Jon.
" Itek teano, tosaru." He murmured when he finally got her crying on his shoulder.
" Malcolm?" Jon was coming slowly towards them, almost as if he was afraid they'd bite.
" I know she didn't do what they're saying she did. I just don't know how to prove it to you."
" Okay Malcolm. T'Pol, Trip, is there any way we can prove that?"
~ Little One
*****
" Well. You're telepathic." She stated as if that explained everything.
" WHAT!" He thundered into her face.
" You're telepathic." She said calmly.
" HOW?" He was truly panicking now.
" Calm down, you'll blow a blood vessel." She tried to push him into a sitting position but he refused to sit down or shut up.
" I will not calm down." He had the cutest accent when he was ticked off, trying to be quiet, and sarcastic.
" Please Malcolm." //Do it for me.//
" Stay out of my head." Malcolm finally deflated the palms of his hands pressed against his temples.
" It's one of the few side-effects of the liquid. I'm sorry, I really am. I should have just knocked you out but I couldn't take the risk you'd wake up again." It was Alex's turn to collapse in a miserable heap. She fell on the floor at Malcolm's feet, her head in her lap.
" It's fine. Just. explain what happened." Malcolm tried to calm her.
" The blue liquid turns you into a Jenobian. Basically they are exactly like us, except they have telepathic abilities and use more of their brain. Obviously." She added as an afterthought.
" But- how-"
" I don't know exactly how it happens it just does. All I know is that I was changed when I was eight. My hair turned to this brown shade and my eyes turned a gray-green color. I became telepathic within hours of taking the medicine. Though I do have to say, I took it better than you." Alex stopped the rambling stream of talk with that comment as Malcolm slid down to sit in front of her on the floor.
//It's okay. I'm not mad.// He concentrated the thought at her, making sure she got it.
Wincing, Alex replied, " I know. I can help you control your thoughts. By the way, only you and I can talk mind to mind. Despite the fact that Vulcans are telepathic, doesn't mean Sub-commander T'Pol is open to our. frequency." ***
Jon was stiff and tired. //No wonder Vulcans only do this every seven years.// Archer tried to stretch without waking T'Pol.
" Cap'n?" Trip's voice came through the intercom. Jon stretched his arm up and around to reach the button that would allow him to talk back.
" Yes Trip?" Archer asked trying to rearrange himself around T'Pol.
" Cap'n you have a message from Starfleet. They want us to rendezvous with a Vulcan ship and discuss are further mission out here."" Archer closed his eyes and sighed.
" Just plug in the coordinates. How long until we get there?" Archer slumped back down as Trip punched in the calculations.
" Maybe three to four hours at warp five."
" Okay. I think I'm gonna go back to sleep. Buzz me when we get there. Archer out." He hit the button that cut off the transmission and slid down next to T'Pol. //What's gonna happen next?// ***
" I can't be seen by the Vulcans sir." Alex tried to convince Jon that it would be better if she was hidden before they reached the rendezvous point.
" Any why is that?"
" Because. I don't know. I'm not supposed to be on this ship in the first place and according to all scanners, I'm not alive."
" I'm sure that some Vulcan scanners would be able to detect your bio sign." T'Pol stated simply, in that cool Vulcan logic.
" You're overestimating your own equipment. Even the Jenobian scanners couldn't tell I was alive.
" Jenobians?" She questioned. " I've never heard of them."
" I can't tell you everything Captain. Jenobians are a very advanced and VERY private species. They originate from a point just beyond known space. That, without more clearance, is all I can tell you. I'm sorry sir."
" Okay. Malcolm, escort Alex to her quarters and stay there with her until I call you." Jonathan sighed at the idea of the upcoming meeting. " This is not going to be fun." He muttered. ***
" I'm sorry Captain but you don't belong in space." The Vulcan Commander stated firmly.
" This is-"
" That's enough Trip." Commander Varic raised his hand.
" However, as long as you are out here, you will keep an eye open for this person. She is suggested to be extremely dangerous. She has murdered several people already. This is all and if you don't mind we'll take our leave." Captain Archer gestured to the door.
" Be my guest." He said sarcastically. Varic just raised an eyebrow and walked out the door followed by three members of his crew.
" Recognize the face." Jon said once he got a clear look at the holo-image.
" I believe that would be our guest, Alex." T'Pol said after a second.
"No wonder she didn't want to be seen by the Vulcans." Trip commented, mainly to himself.
" Yeah. No wonder." There was a constant stream of data swirling around the holographic head. ***
" Okay not bad. Just don't concentrate so hard. It's rather easy to master."
//I'll never get this!//
" You just did. See, when you focus the thought you don't need to directly aim it at a specific person. Just pretend you're talking to them out loud." //That way it won't hurt anyone.// Alex smiled as Malcolm tried again.
//Is this better?//
" Yeah. Next lesson, after food, is blocking."
" Blocking?" The com link in Alex's room beeped.
" Archer to Malcolm."
" Yes Captain?"
" Bring Alex to the bridge, we need to figure out what we're going to do with her." He sounded really angry.
" Yes sir." Malcolm was confused. ***
" I swear I didn't do anything! I didn't do that." Alex was very close to tears.
//Malcolm. I can't lie mind to mind. Tell them I didn't do that!// She pleaded. Unfortunately, Malcolm didn't know what to do.
" Maybe she's telling the truth sir."
" Why would Vulcans lie, Lieutenant?" Malcolm took a step back, away from the icy tones of the captain.
" They aren't." Alex muttered.
" Then you admit that the charges are true." Everyone on bridge was privy to the interrogation but T'Pol was playing an active role.
" I didn't do anything!" She did actually start crying. " Mas tes meto kornak! Mas patonek!" Reverting to Jenobian she sat down as tears streamed down her face. Malcolm couldn't stand back much longer. He knew for a fact that she was innocent he just didn't know how to prove it to Jon.
" Itek teano, tosaru." He murmured when he finally got her crying on his shoulder.
" Malcolm?" Jon was coming slowly towards them, almost as if he was afraid they'd bite.
" I know she didn't do what they're saying she did. I just don't know how to prove it to you."
" Okay Malcolm. T'Pol, Trip, is there any way we can prove that?"