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Disclaimer: I don't own Enterprise. Pure and simple. Got that? Good. As I said before this is filled with Angst. There is mention of lots of nasty things such as child abuse and cutting. This part is really an extion of part 1, the story really starts in part 3. The title and parts of poem in
this story are taken from Mlaa's "The Call Of Steel." Thanks to my beta, "HopefulNebula" as always, and to "Mlaa" for being kind enough to let me borrow her poem.
This part is for "GhostWriter25". I got the next part up before the weekend! :)
The Call Of Steel.
Part 2:- Think About Him.
~ warmth
itchy
cut
blood trickling out
people are scared of what I do.
not me
its my way of dealing .
"The Call of Steel" by Mlaa ~
Trip tossed and turned in his sleep, caught in a feverish nightmare. The cuts on his arm had closed and were now a dull red. The tossing became more violent and sounds began to come out of his mouth.
"No... Da... NO!" with a scream he bolted upright, his heart beating so hard it felt as if it would
explode. His breathing slowly calmed down as he gazed around the room. It fell on a photo of him and Archer. Trip climbed out of his bed and picked it up. His gaze became fixed on the photo yet he didn't seem to be really looking at it.
~8 Years Previously~
The second Jon Archer saw the young man he knew he was scared. Of what Archer didn't know but with out a doubt the young man was scared of something. He hid it well, by trying to be the joker of the group, yet under the mask he wore Archer could see the pain and fear that lurked. Admiral Forrest turned to Archer.
"Has anyone caught your eye?" he asked. The two of them were watching a group of Starfleet trained engineers without the trainees being aware of the fact. Archer nodded his eyes fixed on the blond haired youth that had caught his eye.
"These are the best Starfleet has. I said you could chose one of them to help work on the engine and I mean it... so which one is it?" Forrest asked. Archer pointed at the young man, working on a warp reactor model. Forrest gave a knowing smile.
"Ah, Mr. Tucker. I had a feeling he would catch your eye."
"What's his story?" Archer asked.
"His name is Charles 'Trip' Tucker III. He won't answer to Charles as that's his dad's name. The name Trip stuck. He is one of the best we have and his record is outstanding... except for one
incident. If it wasn't for the fact his record before then was clean and it was partly in self-defense he would have been kicked out of Starfleet." Forrest finished.
"What did he do?" Archer said, the curiosity leaking into his voice without meaning to.
"He was attacked on the way to his dorm... When the officials got there, Tucker had beat his attackers into a bloody pulp. According to eyewitnesses he went mental and began to pound on the three blokes who jumped him. It took five men to get him to stop. The men who attacked him were in comas for weeks."
"That one kid, beat up three men?" Archer asked in amassment. Forrest nodded grimly.
"Mr. Tucker is one of the best there is. If you can find out what's going on in that head of his he'll be even better." Forrest said. Archer nodded.
"He can work on the project." Admiral Forrest left the room, leaving Archer watching the rest of the lesson. Yet his eyes continued to stray back onto the man known as "Trip".
~Present Day~
Trip gasped and woke up, his hand instantly moving to his face to try and protect it. When no attack happened he slowly lowed his arm and looked around his room. He could feel the presser, the anger beging to build up in him, he had to let it out. He pulled himself out of bed and moved over to his cuboard.
"Sharp... need something sharp... Come on!" Trip yelled in frustration. His groping fingers curled themselves round the edge of a razor. He pulled it out and started at the blades, admiring the way the light bouched off the blade, creating pretty rainbow patterns on the walls. Cutting, letting the blood escape was a way to let out of the built up tension Trip had, but it wasn't the only reason he did it. The simple act of drawing a blade across his arm and watching the blood trickle out, waiting as drops fell to the floor, made Trip feel alive. It was one of the few times he felt alive these days. Every day it was harder to get up, every day the thought of just pulling the blade across his wrist, of just ending it all was more and more tempting. However Trip wasn't ready to go that far... yet.
~8 Years Previously~
Trip stared around his new workplace with delight. For the first time in months he didn't feel the darkness that weighed down his soul, with taunts and yells all in the voice of his father.
"Mr. Tucker is it?" A voice asked. Trip turned to see an older man looking at him.
"My name is Jon Archer." Trip gave a small smile and held out his hand.
"Pleased to meet you." Archer grinned and took the hand.
"Let's get to work." he said. The two moved towards something that one day would power the Enterprise and everyone's hopes.
~Present Day~
The news that would change Trip's very life was growing closer and closer with each passing moment. Trip was blissfully unaware that the bombshell would bring up all his fears and make him face them in a way he never thought possible...
TBC...
Please now you've read, review! Writers will die without them!
GhostWriter25, now I've put this part up please, please put up the next part of your story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Enterprise. Pure and simple. Got that? Good. As I said before this is filled with Angst. There is mention of lots of nasty things such as child abuse and cutting. This part is really an extion of part 1, the story really starts in part 3. The title and parts of poem in
this story are taken from Mlaa's "The Call Of Steel." Thanks to my beta, "HopefulNebula" as always, and to "Mlaa" for being kind enough to let me borrow her poem.
This part is for "GhostWriter25". I got the next part up before the weekend! :)
The Call Of Steel.
Part 2:- Think About Him.
~ warmth
itchy
cut
blood trickling out
people are scared of what I do.
not me
its my way of dealing .
"The Call of Steel" by Mlaa ~
Trip tossed and turned in his sleep, caught in a feverish nightmare. The cuts on his arm had closed and were now a dull red. The tossing became more violent and sounds began to come out of his mouth.
"No... Da... NO!" with a scream he bolted upright, his heart beating so hard it felt as if it would
explode. His breathing slowly calmed down as he gazed around the room. It fell on a photo of him and Archer. Trip climbed out of his bed and picked it up. His gaze became fixed on the photo yet he didn't seem to be really looking at it.
~8 Years Previously~
The second Jon Archer saw the young man he knew he was scared. Of what Archer didn't know but with out a doubt the young man was scared of something. He hid it well, by trying to be the joker of the group, yet under the mask he wore Archer could see the pain and fear that lurked. Admiral Forrest turned to Archer.
"Has anyone caught your eye?" he asked. The two of them were watching a group of Starfleet trained engineers without the trainees being aware of the fact. Archer nodded his eyes fixed on the blond haired youth that had caught his eye.
"These are the best Starfleet has. I said you could chose one of them to help work on the engine and I mean it... so which one is it?" Forrest asked. Archer pointed at the young man, working on a warp reactor model. Forrest gave a knowing smile.
"Ah, Mr. Tucker. I had a feeling he would catch your eye."
"What's his story?" Archer asked.
"His name is Charles 'Trip' Tucker III. He won't answer to Charles as that's his dad's name. The name Trip stuck. He is one of the best we have and his record is outstanding... except for one
incident. If it wasn't for the fact his record before then was clean and it was partly in self-defense he would have been kicked out of Starfleet." Forrest finished.
"What did he do?" Archer said, the curiosity leaking into his voice without meaning to.
"He was attacked on the way to his dorm... When the officials got there, Tucker had beat his attackers into a bloody pulp. According to eyewitnesses he went mental and began to pound on the three blokes who jumped him. It took five men to get him to stop. The men who attacked him were in comas for weeks."
"That one kid, beat up three men?" Archer asked in amassment. Forrest nodded grimly.
"Mr. Tucker is one of the best there is. If you can find out what's going on in that head of his he'll be even better." Forrest said. Archer nodded.
"He can work on the project." Admiral Forrest left the room, leaving Archer watching the rest of the lesson. Yet his eyes continued to stray back onto the man known as "Trip".
~Present Day~
Trip gasped and woke up, his hand instantly moving to his face to try and protect it. When no attack happened he slowly lowed his arm and looked around his room. He could feel the presser, the anger beging to build up in him, he had to let it out. He pulled himself out of bed and moved over to his cuboard.
"Sharp... need something sharp... Come on!" Trip yelled in frustration. His groping fingers curled themselves round the edge of a razor. He pulled it out and started at the blades, admiring the way the light bouched off the blade, creating pretty rainbow patterns on the walls. Cutting, letting the blood escape was a way to let out of the built up tension Trip had, but it wasn't the only reason he did it. The simple act of drawing a blade across his arm and watching the blood trickle out, waiting as drops fell to the floor, made Trip feel alive. It was one of the few times he felt alive these days. Every day it was harder to get up, every day the thought of just pulling the blade across his wrist, of just ending it all was more and more tempting. However Trip wasn't ready to go that far... yet.
~8 Years Previously~
Trip stared around his new workplace with delight. For the first time in months he didn't feel the darkness that weighed down his soul, with taunts and yells all in the voice of his father.
"Mr. Tucker is it?" A voice asked. Trip turned to see an older man looking at him.
"My name is Jon Archer." Trip gave a small smile and held out his hand.
"Pleased to meet you." Archer grinned and took the hand.
"Let's get to work." he said. The two moved towards something that one day would power the Enterprise and everyone's hopes.
~Present Day~
The news that would change Trip's very life was growing closer and closer with each passing moment. Trip was blissfully unaware that the bombshell would bring up all his fears and make him face them in a way he never thought possible...
TBC...
Please now you've read, review! Writers will die without them!
GhostWriter25, now I've put this part up please, please put up the next part of your story!