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Author's Notes:  Well back to the grind I guess, I thank all of you who have reviewed my story.  And I didn't forget my promise, *a portal appears and a confused Iara walks out.*  Welcome to my story Iara, and here is your cookie for guessing correctly.  Ahh hell take the whole darn tray, you earned it for reviewing my story and guessing right.  *Iara walks back through the portal carrying a tray bursting with chocolate chip cookies.*  Anyways, now that all past business is done, let's get on with the story.

Illogical Behavior

            Worried about his First Officer's sudden question all Archer could come up with was a most intelligent, "Huh?"  Staring down a Vulcan with a mission is not something you wish to do in one's lifetime, and Captain Archer was no exception.  "Captain I wish to discuss the departure of Ensign Sato from your quarters at 2300 last evening.  Were you in some sort of distress?"

            Surprised by the question Archer tried to collect himself and behave like a captain of a starship.  "Ensign Sato accompanied me for a drink in my room and we discussed certain protocols and problems that would be occurring in the near future."  Knowing what he just said was a bunch of lies Jonathan still maintained his cool exterior, he was in full Captain Mode.  "I see, is that all you discussed Captain?"

            "Yes, that is all Sub-Commander.  Is there anything else I can help you with?"

            "No, sir.  I will leave you to your work out."  Returning to her kata T'pol could not shake the feeling that Jonathan had lied to her.  'That is illogical, there is no reason why Captain Archer would lie to me about Ensign Sato.'  Pushing all other thoughts aside T'pol continued her regiment of chops and kicks, Archer watched as his First Officer performed all her attacks flawlessly without an ounce of error or wasted energy.

            'Now that is a thing of beauty, wondrous as a rose but with all the danger of its thorns.  And look at the way her back arches when she does that reverse flip, scissor kick.  I can't even do a back flip much less a flip plus a scissor kick.  What is she wearing?  That looks like a gi of some sort, and .here we go again.  I spend too much time watching the women aboard this ship.  I need to get out more, jeez a perverted old man, what would my father think of me now?'

            Returning to the bench chair Archer started out small with only 50 lbs on each side of the bar.  Sliding under the bar he tightened his grip on the bar and lifted it from its holder.  Performing a set of ten he rested then did 3 more reps before he allowed himself to up the weight.  75 lbs on each side, performing another 4 reps he holstered the bar.  Feeling adventurous today Archer increased the amount to 100 lbs on each side, 'Okay, okay.I can do this.  It is just 200 lbs, no problem for me.  I mean 150 is not too different from 200 is it?  Well here goes nothing!'

            The first 5 lifts were normal but strained but when it came to the final 5 lifts needed to complete the set Archer soon learned that 200 lbs is a lot different than 150.  Straining to push the bar up Archer could not accomplish the feat and soon the bar came down hard on his chest.  Feeling pain shooting through his lungs Archer was in no condition to lift the bar off his chest.  Fortunately for Jonathan, T'pol was nearby to assist her wayward Captain in removing the burden from his chest.

            Coughing and wheezing Jonathan could not get enough oxygen needed to form a coherent sentence.  "Than.Thanks for the help T'pol.  Whoo.if you were not here I don't know what I would have done."  Nodding her head T'pol watched Jonathan rub his chest to lessen the pain of having 200 lbs of weight crushing you.

            "A spotter would be advisable if you ever feel the need to lift weights again.  Are you alright sir?"

            "I am fine T'pol, and yes I will make sure that I retrieve a spotter the next time I bench press 200 lbs.  Thank you again for your assistance."

            Returning to her place T'pol turned around quite suddenly and asked "Don't you usually train alone Captain?"  Surprised by the amount of knowledge that T'pol had of his activities and his whereabouts, "Yes that is true, I usually go to the gym in the quiet hours of the night.  This way I miss the rush of people using it on a regular basis during the day."

            "I see, it would be most unfortunate if you die of a collapsed lung because of 200 lbs on your frame.  I believe that it is logical I train with you during the night, thus I can help you if you are in need of assistance."

            "That is not necessary T'pol, though I do thank you for your concern.  I believe I can handle the bench press now.  There is no need for you to lose out on sleep on my behalf."

            "It is not bothersome at all Captain, I also train during the night thus I will not lose sleep."

            "Yes, that may be true but .oh alright, I would be honored if you spotted for me T'pol.  How does 0300 every other day sound?"

            "It is acceptable sir."

            Returning to their exercises both T'pol and Archer dwelled on the amount of time they would be spending alone with each other.  'This will give me a chance to watch her more.not again!  I have to stop having these thoughts about my science officer.  She is a Vulcan for god's sake, Vulcan's don't have emotions.  All this stuff is giving me a headache I better go back to my room.'

            'The Captain seemed against the idea of me being his spotter, does he wish to remain alone when he exercises?  He does have a toned physique, broad shoulders and tall, muscular calves.  He is not unpleasant to watch; he intrigues me but I don't understand the flashes of warmth that appear when he arrived in the gym.  What does it mean?'

            "I am turning in T'pol, I will see you in 5 hours.  Have a good workout and thank you again for saving my life."

            "Affirmative Captain, I will report to the bridge at 0900 hours."

            Exiting the gym Archer took one last look at his science officer, 'I am really not a good person, but at least I admit that.  It should count for something right?'  Shaking the cobwebs out of his head Archer headed back to his quarters.

            'He seemed confused by something, hopefully it will not affect his slumber.'  Feeling that she had completed all that was needed for her exercises T'pol also turned in for the night.  But the most oblivious of humans would see that the Vulcan officer was deeply troubled by something.  'I shall meditate further into my relationship to the Captain, perhaps it will help to clear up the images that flash during my slumber.'

AN:  Well how did you like chapter 3?  I know that it seems a little out of sync but I hope to add more Hoshi/Archer moments as well as keeping T'pol/Archer in there as well.  Anyways don't forget to review and thanks again for those who reviewed.  Peace, I'm out.