I Still Can't Believe You Shot Me!
a
Star Trek: Enterprise - based fan fiction
by: Joycelyn Solo

Summary: A little more conversation after "North Star."
Author's note: I can't believe how many people actually read (and liked) I Can't Believe You Shot Me!. It's flattering, really, and I hope this sequel -- which I can't believe I was suckered into writing -- meets the same quality as its predecessor.
Disclaimer: Star Trek: Enterprise and associated characters are property of Paramount Pictures. I mean no copyright infringement, this story is for entertainment purposes only.
Thanks: To the voices in my head who refused to let go of this little tidbit.
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor
Spoilers: Episode 3.9 North Star

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"...Bugger...This is Reed."

"I am sorry to wake you, Lieutenant, but I require your assistance."

"Sub-Commander?"

"Captain Archer would like the new algorithms applied to the hull plating. He insists it cannot wait until morning."

"Right. I'll be there in ten minutes."

~ ~ ~

"Reed to Commander Tucker."

"..."

"Commander Tucker?"

"It's the middle of the night, Malcolm. What d'ya want?"

"Sub-Commander T'Pol wants my help with the hull plating."

"Good for her. Why are you buggin' me?"

"I'm sure I'm just being paranoid, but if she did have some sort of vengeance in mind, now would be the time for the fewest witnesses."

"You shot her a week ago, Malcolm. You really think T'Pol would wait this long to get you?"

"Vulcans are notoriously crafty. She's probably waited to lull me into a false sense of security."

"Or maybe she doesn't have anything planned and you're overreacting."

"All the same...Would you mind joining us?"

"What?"

"Well, I just figure she's less likely to pull something if you're there."

"You're being crazy, Malcolm."

"Says the man who doesn't have a Vulcan gunning for him."

"You don't know if...Aw, Hell. Alright. I'll meet you in the Armory. Just gimme a couple minutes."

"Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah."

~ ~ ~

"Tucker to T'Pol."

"Go ahead, Commander."

"I think y'can stop messin' with Malcolm, now."

"Indeed?"

"Yeah. He thinks you're callin' him to the Armory 'cause you got somethin' planned."

"Then it would appear your plan for retaliation worked."

"Yep."

"Thank you, Commander."

"No problem. Just don't forget that slice of pecan pie you promised."


I appreciated the demands for this sequel, but I really don't see anymore after this story. However, positive reviews have a tendency to help change my mind and inspire the muses.