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Archer woke up from his nap to a groggy mind. Then it hit him with sparkling clarity – he and his first officer had sex. He put his hands behind his head and thought, 'Not just any kind – the mind-blowing variety.' He'd seen her act about as unVulcan as he possibly could.
She had called out his name, arched into his caresses and tangled her hands in his hair. Just thinking about the act … well, several of them … made his stomach flutter.
He sat up, wondering what would happen now. She'd encouraged him to let his control go. He instinctively knew it was too much, but hearing her ask several times, seductively, was more than he could take.
Why had she ever agreed to this favor? She hated to see him suffer – not exactly a ringing endorsement she wanted him, more like she pitied him. Yup, she didn't want to see him suffer. That had to be it.
'I'm over analyzing it,' he thought. 'It is what it is – a one-time never to be repeated fling because I needed her,' he pondered heading into the bathroom. He stripped down and headed into the warm shower, thinking about her cool lips on his skin. He gave a smirk into the nozzle's spray and shook his head. "No, you don't," said Archer aloud to himself. "You're not going down that path."
He lathered up trying to imagine just about anything else – how soon they'd reach the anomaly. He thought about what they'd do if they found the munitions factory. Would his quest to find the Xindi weapon and destroy it be at an end?
He rinsed off and stepped out of the shower, dripping onto the tiled floor. He ran the towel over his head, his arms and legs, cringing slightly at the muffled pain in his shoulder. A question tunneled through his mind – 'If it was a favor, why did she let me do it again?' He chided himself, 'The first time I was affected by the drug. Why didn't I quit?'
He blew out a frustrated breath and decided to head to lunch and spend the rest of the day in the Command Center. Maybe later he'd stop by T'Pol's quarters and talk … if she let him. He tapped his feet against the tiled floor and walked onto the carpet. He rummaged through his closet and pulled out a uniform, stepping into it.
He looked down at Porthos, who lazily opened his eyes, staring up from his doggie bed. Archer gave a lopsided smile to the dog and said, "Don't wait up, boy."
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T'Pol decided meditation was definitely in order, now that she had bathed. She needed to mentally cleanse her mind. She carefully moved to her meditation table and lit the candles. The soft glow of the candlelight illuminated her room. The shadows danced on the walls and calmed her mind.
She knelt down and fixed herself, cross-legged, onto the floor. Her hand turned, palms up and she took several slow, deep breaths. Her hearts slowed and her mind began to clear.
She tried not to sort out her feelings, but completely tamp them down, and push them aside. She shoved aside images of being wrapped in Jonathan's arms. She shirked remembrances of his lips tracing the point of her ear, his breath tickling her earlobe. She stuffed away the feeling of his warm mouth plunging into hers. All of these thoughts and more were neatly forced into the back of her mind.
The one thought she did meditate about was: how she had left things with him. When she awoke and saw him lying next to her, his marvelous green eyes and smile, she found it difficult to bury her emotions. She could not address any of her own questions, let alone his. Besides, discussing their emotions would have been a mistake. She knew she would say things she would regret, and gathered he might do the same.
If she allowed herself to speak to him, their lips would've mingled again. The tenuous control she had could not risk being disturbed with pillow talk or caring embraces. She fell deeper into her trance, closing her eyes. Her breath nearly stilled as she fell into herself.
Nearly seven hours later she opened her eyes. She was renewed and rejuvenated. She picked up around her quarters and decided it was probably time to discuss things with Captain Archer. She raised her eyebrow and decided she knew exactly where he would be, even on his day off.
She glided down the hallway, stepped in and out of the turbolift, and made her way to the Command Center, where Archer stood watching the screen pensively. A soft green glow lit the left half of his face.
He heard the door slide open and closed and gave a surprised jolt and smile, which then faded into a straight line. "You have the day off," he mentioned, staring back at the screen.
"As do you," she reminded him.
He saw something teasing in her manner and let loose a grin. "What brings you around here?"
"I believe you asked me to dinner. Have you eaten?"
Astonishment slapped itself on Archer's face. "Uh, no. I'd love to have dinner with you." He decided he sounded just a little too eager and tried to dial it back.
She raised an eyebrow and headed out the door. Jon couldn't help himself. "What changed your mind?"
"I believe we have a few things to discuss," she replied.
Archer said sarcastically, "Just a few."
They walked into the Mess Hall and made their way into the Captain's Mess. "I'll tell Chef we're here," he said getting up to the comm and ordering.
He sat down with some trepidation and said, "Well, I just wanted to tell you that …."
She interrupted, "Captain, I do not believe we should repeat our encounter, nor enter into a more permanent relationship. It would be unprofessional, possibly harmful for crew morale and I believe, is currently against Starfleet regulations."
He sat back in his chair and nodded. "I agree." After a brief moment of silence he added, "Well that was fast. Is that all you wanted to discuss?"
T'Pol raised her eyebrow. "I … forgive me … I did not believe you would agree."
He looked into her olive green eyes. "Did I disappoint you?"
"Of course not," she mentioned. "You seemed … eager this morning …."
Nailed. "Well, I'm not a love and leave 'em kinda guy." He could see the puzzlement creeping onto her face and said, "What I meant is … it's human behavior to well … show affection and I guess … appreciation." He continued to stammer, "It's impolite to rush off." Oh, who was he kidding? She was right. He wanted to stay with her, eat in bed, talk and snuggle into her.
"I had not read that," she commented.
"I guess they don't cover some things in a database, do they?"
"It appears not," she remarked.
"Is everything okay with you? You seemed pretty upset this morning …."
"Unsettled," she corrected him. "I apologize, then, for being impolite. I needed to collect my thoughts and meditate."
"Well, I appreciate you doing me this favor …," Archer began.
One of the crewmen brought him dinner, sliding pasta in front of Archer and a salad toward the sub-commander.
"Anything else, sir?" asked the crewman.
Archer looked over at T'Pol who stabbed a piece of lettuce and said, "No. Thanks."
The crewman exited as Jon began again. "I appreciate you helping me out."
"You would do the same for me. I read in the database that humans sometimes have sex with a partner, never to repeat the affair. Vulcans also have this custom," she lied. Only during Pon Farr would most Vulcans agree to this arrangement.
Time to change the subject. He smirked, "Well … how's your salad?"
"Nutritious. I see you are having something without meat," she commented.
"Change of pace," he replied. He sipped a glass of wine and said, "I was looking at Enterprise's current trajectory. Looks like no anomalies are in our flight path. I also checked in with Mr. Reed about long-range scans. It doesn't look like any Xindi are in the area."
"That concerns you?" she asked.
"I don't know," he said. "After everything that's happened, I was expecting the worst."
"I understand," she replied.
"I thought I should let you know, I'll be back at work tomorrow," he said.
"I thought the doctor had instructed you …."
"I feel fine. Besides, I was already at work today," he said, twirling his pasta around in his fork.
"Yes, I had anticipated you would be in the Command Center. You seem to spend many of your off hours there," she commented.
"Earth is really counting on me, T'Pol. I don't want to let my people down."
"You rarely participate in activities like you used to. I typically do not see you at the gym, or movie night."
He went to the gym usually late at night. He asked, "You go to movie night?"
"Occasionally I attend with Commander Tucker."
A brooding frown wiggled onto his face. "Right. Well, I've been busy."
"I did not intend to offend you," she said.
He shrugged, "That's okay." He'd forgotten how different he felt since being on Benovula. But now he felt his old habits coming back in droves.
At that moment, Tucker walked in. He grinned at the two. "Hey, fancy seeing you two here."
Archer frowned more and said, "Hey, Trip."
Tucker brought in his own food, thinking it was too late to get anything new from Chef. He put down a PADD and admitted, "Sorry, Captain, thought I'd get a little reading in. The Mess Hall's filled with MACOs. And they're a damned noisy bunch."
Archer's mood perked up a little. "It's alright. You can use the Captain's Mess anytime you want."
Tucker grinned and looked over at T'Pol, and extended his smile. "How'd things go last night?
Archer began choking, as T'Pol calmly replied, "Well."
Trip leaned in, ignoring the captain's choking fit, and said, "You tell the captain?"
T'Pol eyed the engineer and then the captain. "Tell him what?"
"About your hot …."
T'Pol interrupted, "I was merely … deceiving you. I wanted to catch up on my … meditation."
"Hear that, Jon, she's starting to joke around. She told me last night she had a hot date," he said, grinning wildly.
Archer's heart beat loudly in his chest. "That right?" he asked innocently.
T'Pol corrected, "I did not say that. Commander Tucker asked to move up his neuropressure session. I indicated I could not. He jumped to that conclusion."
Tucker nodded. "Alright, I'll stop picking on you. So, we on for tonight?"
T'Pol mumbled, "I had forgotten I agreed to see a movie with you."
"Starts at 2000 hours."
She replied, "That is only an hour from now."
"Well, I got them to play it especially for you. Remember that one I'd been telling you about – Man Who Fell to Earth." She raised her eyebrow. He continued, reaching for a carrot on her plate. "Well, it's that one. Besides, it'll give us something to talk about during neuropressure, instead of work."
For some unknown reason, she inadvertently looked at Archer, who seemed to be studying his plate with great intensity. He noticed her gaze and looked up, "Sounds like you guys are going to have a lot of fun."
Trip said grimly, "About as much fun as you can have these days."
T'Pol spoke up, "Captain, you can join us for …."
"Neuropressure?" he kidded with just a tinge of venom. "I don't think so."
Tucker sat back in his seat, remembering when Archer had broken up their session. "So, Captain, you seem to be feeling pretty normal."
Archer nodded, "About as back to normal as I can be." He took a sip of wine and said, "Sorry I've been kind of an ass lately. I'm sure my behavior has been … tough to take."
Trip wasn't sure which behavior. Jon had been a rollercoaster of emotion ever since they entered the Expanse. He knew the guy was driven, but he didn't think he would be this bad. Although he was angry Jon had lost his focus over T'Pol, he was actually happy in a way to see the guy lighten up. "Well, I think T'Pol was a pretty good sport to put up with the likes of you," he joked.
Archer looked at his engineer with something akin to a steamy anger. He knew Trip was joking and was unaware of the situation, but Jon felt the same jealous spark that had been there since they entered the Expanse. "I guess so," he replied. Archer folded his napkin and put it on the table. "I'll leave you to your evening. Have a nice time."
Trip sure felt like he'd managed to piss Jon off. He narrowed his eyes and looked over at T'Pol.
She stared at the door after the captain left. "It appears his sour mood has returned."
Trip agreed, "No kidding." He scratched his head and said, "I don't get him."
"I am not certain I do either." She thought, 'Perhaps the elixir he drank made him softer, like the man she used to know.'
Trip saw T'Pol had almost finished her meal. "You wanna stick around, or have me pick you up?"
She raised an eyebrow. "I will sit with you for a while."
Trip smiled, "Good, I can give you some of the background to the movie."
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Archer walked back to the Command Center. He wasn't sure what he was doing there, but felt comfortable in the surrounding. He felt like a captain, a leader. He viewed the data on the screen again for the umpteenth time and looked at the star chart.
"Phlox to Captain Archer."
Archer walked over to the comm, "Archer here."
Phlox's voice rang out, "Could I see you in Sickbay?"
"Be there in a few minutes," noted Archer. "Archer out."
Archer swaggered down to Sickbay, passing movie goers on their way to watch the science fiction movie Trip talked about at dinner. His eyes scanned the room as he entered the medical facility. Phlox appeared in a white lab coat, which he sometimes wore. "Ah, Captain!"
Archer smiled, "Hey, Doc."
Phlox scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Interesting. Captain, you appear to be feeling better. Did the symptoms disappear?"
Archer froze. He said softly, "Councilwoman Larana recommended a remedy to T'Pol, which she decided to try."
Dr. Phlox raised both eyebrows. "What was the treatment? Why wasn't I informed?"
Archer stammered, "We … uhm … you know."
Phlox looked at him with bewilderment. "No."
The captain lowered his voice, "We …."
"Had sex?" asked the doctor gleefully.
Archer rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Yes." He looked a little more irritated and added, "This is confidential. I don't want the crew to know."
"This is fascinating!" he said with joy. "I've never heard of a Vulcan and a human mating! Can I ask you a few questions? I know Denobulan doctors would find this topic very interesting."
"No," said Archer.
Dr. Phlox's face fell. It figured the first time he heard about this kind of amazing sexual pairing, he would be denied further study. Humans! They were so embarrassed about natural bodily functions. If this had been a Denobulan ship, undoubtedly several pairings would have already occurred, with offspring being born. He tapped his chin wondering if possibly later he could discuss it. "So, you had sex … and your symptoms were cured?"
"Yes." Archer winced at the physician's bluntness.
"Well, I was going to tell you that I had found a remedy … possibly not as enjoyable though as the technique you used," stated Phlox.
He winced again. "Sorry for not telling you. Slipped my mind."
Phlox continued to beam. "Captain, do you want to continue that conversation we had when your quadruped was ill? About your feelings toward the sub-commander?"
Archer shook his head. "Not really. T'Pol and I have decided to continue our professional relationship."
Phlox's face tunneled a frown of disappointment. "Hmmph."
"Well, if that's it," said Archer turning to head out the door.
"Do you want my advice?" asked Phlox.
Archer's eyes remained on the door. "All right."
"You were happier than I've seen you in a while. Well, except for your depression when she was gone. I think there's more to your feelings."
Archer shrugged, "That doesn't sound like advice."
Dr. Phlox squirmed; "Well, no. But …."
"Thanks, Doc. Good night," said Archer walking out the door.
Phlox looked at the time, glad he could make the science fiction movie. He'd heard Commander Tucker raving about it for days.
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Archer walked onto the bridge the next morning with a sense of purpose. He strode toward his command chair, carrying a PADD at his side. He glanced over at T'Pol's station and noticed her head was buried in the scanner. He sipped his coffee, sat in his chair and stared at the screen ahead.
"Status?" he asked.
"We are still approximately one day away from reaching the sphere. Your calculations were correct, Captain. Our course will prevent us from encountering any anomalies."
"Good." He looked over his PADD and tapped it a few times.
Hoshi looked over, "Captain, I thought you were going to be in your quarters for the next few days."
"Felt a little cooped up. Besides, none of us really have the luxury of having a few days off after what happened. Do we, Ensign?"
She furrowed her brow. "I guess not."
He nodded. After spending an hour in his chair, looking at the PADD, he got up. "Sub-commander, I'll be in the Ready Room. You have the Bridge."
She asked instead, "May I speak with you for a moment?"
He nodded and they walked over to the metal portal. He followed her in and plopped himself into the chair behind his desk. "What can I do for you?"
"I wanted to discuss the duty roster with you. I take it you have reviewed it?"
"Yes," he answered.
'Of course you have,' she thought. "There is a crewmen who refuses to rest. He has been moody and somewhat sullen. He momentarily seemed happier, but was …."
"T'Pol, I know you're referring to me."
"I am concerned for you, Captain," she commented.
Was that before or after her neuropressure session with Trip last night? "Well, you don't need to be."
"May I sit?" she asked.
He straightened up. "By all means."
"Did something happen at dinner last night to affect your mood?" she asked.
"No," he lied.
"Is it perhaps what happened between us? I understood that our conversation had gone well."
"No, it has nothing to do with us," he lied. "I'm just busy."
"Recently, although affected by what Councilwoman Larana gave you, you seemed more like yourself."
"I don't understand," he said.
"When we entered the Expanse, you became unsettled and moody. I had not realized how much I became accustomed to the old you." She clarified, "The you before we entered the Expanse."
He gave a small smile and let his eyes take in her long, dark lashes hovering over her eyes.
"I think some time away from work would help you," she continued.
He leaned forward. "What do you suggest?"
"I believe movie night tonight is at 1800. It appears to be about a medical doctor. I hear it is quite good. Are you interested?"
His eyes twinkled, but he furrowed his brow. "I thought the movie was Dr. Zhivago?"
"That is the physician I was referring to."
Was she asking him out on a date? "Uhm, will Dr. Phlox or anyone join us?" Anyone? Why couldn't he say Trip's name?
"Would you like them to?" she asked.
He gave a lopsided smile. "Not really."
She stood up.
He had to ask, "Seeing a late movie like that … will it give you enough time to provide neuropressure to Commander Tucker?"
She raised her eyebrow. "I had not considered that. He frequently comes late at night. I do not believe it should be a problem."
Disappointment rang in his voice, "Oh."
"I will come by your quarters at 1700?" she asked.
He got up and walked her to the door. "Okay. I look forward to seeing you."
She raised both eyebrows and walked out.
Archer shook his head and sat at his desk. "Huh."
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Archer found himself shaving in front of the mirror. He didn't think she'd try to kiss him, or touch his face, but …. 'No,' he told himself. 'We're friends.'
His door chimed right on time. He opened it and let a wide grin lasso his face. "Hey, are you ready?"
"Of course," she replied.
"Come on in," he said. "Let me get a jacket." He walked over to his closet and picked something out as she looked on. He walked over to her and opened his mouth as the ship pitched slightly, placing T'Pol in his arms. He held her there for a second, as the ship pitched again.
Archer walked over to the comm. "Archer to the Bridge. Report."
"Sir," said Reed. "We've skimmed the edge of an anomaly."
Hoshi cut in, "All decks report everything is normal."
Archer shrugged. "All right. Would you continue to use long-range and short-range scanners to see if there are any other anomalies we might … skim?"
Reed agreed, "Aye, Captain."
"Thanks, Malcolm. Archer out."
T'Pol raised an eyebrow. "I did not detect any anomalies earlier. Fascinating."
"Can anomalies move or change course?" asked Archer.
"It would not have thought so," said T'Pol. "Unless, someone is triangulating it?"
Archer asked, "Councilwoman Larana or one of the Benovulans have something to do with this?"
"Unknown. The Xindi could have realized their scout ship was destroyed and tried to affect the anomalies to skim the ship."
"I think I should head back to the Command Center," indicated Archer.
T'Pol was disappointed for many reasons, but agreed with him. "Perhaps, I can assist you."
Archer smiled. "You don't want to go ahead and watch the movie?"
"I would think you would need my assistance," she commented. "Besides, we may have another opportunity to see Dr. Zhivago."
Archer's mouth curled up. She was completely amazing. Despite everything that had happened between them, she was interested in picking up their friendship. He wanted so desperately to hold her, stroke her cheek, touch her hair. He wanted to plant a kiss at her temple and whisper her name. It had nothing to do with the affects of the drug. That problem had long passed, but he was identifying another problem … he was simply and utterly in love with this woman. He had been for some time. He was jealous of her time spent with Commander Tucker. He was hurt and angry at the sparks he perceived between them. And, he was sullen and self-pitying that all his time was spent finding the Xindi, alone.
T'Pol thought Archer had gone speechless far too long. "Captain, are you alright?"
He gave a silly smile. "Yeah, I think so." He paused and caught his breath. "Let's go."
He walked in his civilian clothes down the hall, followed by T'Pol. They entered the Command Center and Archer sat down at a console, looking over the information. T'Pol leaned over him, staring at the same information. "Captain, it appears that the triangulation is happening … there," she said pointing to a distance also one day away.
Archer pressed the comm. "Archer to the Bridge."
"Reed here."
"Reed, can you scan at mark 1.2.7.9.7?" asked Archer.
"Yes, one moment." Archer heard the footsteps across the metal plating. "Yes, sir. It appears there's nothing."
"T'Pol and I are picking up a reading at those exact coordinates. Something that might be affecting the anomalies of the sphere," said Archer.
Reed replied, "I'm not registering anything."
Archer raised his eyebrows as T'Pol leaned in closer to speak into the comm. "Begin a sweep of the area and get back to me when you see anything … unusual."
"Unusual?"
"That is correct," she answered.
"Aye, ma'am. Reed out."
T'Pol turned back to Archer. "Odd," she said, still leaning in.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"I currently have no hypothesis." She continued leaning almost into him without realizing it, deep in thought. She had heard of some scientific work being done on spatial matter being rendered virtually invisible. Could this be it?
Archer coughed politely. When T'Pol didn't respond he said, "Uhm, I think I need a little room."
"My apologies," she said.
"So, what do we do now?"
"I suggest waiting to see what is whoever is affecting the anomaly next move and remain on course."
"Agreed," he said. "We're not even sure it is someone. In the meantime, maybe there's something in the Xindi database that explains this phenomenon." He began pulling up files, becoming lost in his work.
"I will take half of the information, while you take half," she explained.
"Works for me. I'll start looking alphabetically – A through M." He pulled up the filed and mumbled, "Good thing Hoshi was able to alphabetize everything in English."
"Captain," she said settling into a chair on the other side of the room, beginning to view the screen in front of her.
"Mmmm, hmmm," he said thoughtfully.
"I would like to make another suggestion to you, to ease your tension and aid your sleep," she said.
"What's that," he answered offhandedly.
"I would like to begin neuropressure with you. I believe you would greatly benefit from it."
Archer sighed, staring at the screen. Last time they were together he'd made a complete fool of himself. He didn't want to remind her he's react in much the same way. He turned his head and said, "I don't need any. I think you should save it for the resident insomniac."
"You believe the techniques to be unhelpful?" she asked.
"I didn't say that," he said, turning back toward the screen. "I … I just don't think it would help me any."
"I believed your mind to be more open to various Vulcan traditions. Am I incorrect?" she asked.
"It has nothing to do with Vulcans or Vulcan traditions. I respect you, your people and your traditions. I just don't think it would be a good idea."
"Why?" she asked.
"Will you drop it?" he said, becoming frustrated.
"If you wish," she replied emotionlessly, keeping a level-eye on the screens.
After a few moments passed, Archer huffed, "Look, I'm sorry." He turned around in his chair. "I'm not sure it would be good for our professional relationship."
"Very well," she replied flatly.
"I'm sorry for raising my voice," he said, turning his head back at the screen. "I know you meant well."
About an hour of quiet passed. Archer mumbled, "Reminds me of the academy."
"How does this remind you of that experience?"
"All nighters."
"Excuse me?"
He chuckled, "All nighters. Students would stay up and cram for tests. My roommate and I would stay up all night studying for tests."
"Studying all night, rather than over a long period of time, is not a very effective way to learn," she remarked.
"I guess you've never crammed?" he mentioned. "I mean … studied all night, rather than over a long period of time."
"On the contrary," she said. "During the Kohlinar, I studied ancient texts all night, in one sitting."
Archer let a wide smile light up his face. "Oh really? I would've thought you'd be the perfect student."
"I was usually an attentive student. However, I was not for the texts of the Kohlinar. I found the discussions … uninteresting."
"What did you do instead?" asked Archer.
"Write notes to a young man in my class. Very foolish."
Archer chuckled harder. "You were passing love notes, T'Pol?"
"They did not profess love. Vulcans are incapable of … love."
Archer's smile dwindled. "Right."
"It was … sincere affection," she corrected.
Archer's twinkle came back and he said, "Yes, that certainly makes a whole lot of difference."
The two began discussing things as they were looking for more information. After three hours together without a break, Archer stood up and stretched, mindful of his shoulder. "I haven't found anything yet, have you?" he asked.
T'Pol looked up, watching Archer's shirt raise, showing off his sculpted, hairy stomach as he continued to stretch.
He saw her looking at his belly and sheepishly tugged his shirt down. "I need a little break. How about you?"
She agreed, "I could use some tea."
"Would you like me to get it for you? Need something to eat?" he asked.
She raised her eyebrow. "It would be preferable if you brought it back. Thank you."
He smirked, "Don't mention it."
Archer turned on his heel and walked out. T'Pol turned back to the screen and continued looking at the information. She heard the door slide open and said, "You were faster than anticipated."
"Really?" said Trip.
She swiveled her seat and raised her eyebrow. "I apologize, I believed you to be the captain."
"Ah," he said. "I went by your quarters for our session, but …."
T'Pol's face registered regret. "I apologize, Commander. I did not realize the time." She got up as Archer walked back, humming to himself. He walked in, not looking, and said, "I gotcha the chamomile, since I …."
Archer stopped in his tracks. "Hey, Trip."
"I knew you'd be in the Command Center, but had no idea T'Pol would be."
Archer realized Trip didn't call her sub-commander.
T'Pol stood up and gathered the mug from Archer's hands. "I had forgotten about the treatment for Commander Tucker. Can you continue without me?" she asked.
"I think I can manage," he retorted.
"I left off with the 'R'. Perhaps after I am finished, I will see if you are still here. Although, I hope you, instead, are resting."
He chuckled, "We'll see." He stared into her eyes, "Goodnight, T'Pol."
Tucker thought he saw something in Jon's eyes that indicated there was something going on between the two of them. Trip said, "I can sleep just fine tonight."
T'Pol shook her head. "On the contrary. I heard from Mister Rostov that you had difficulty with the upgrades the other day when I canceled our session."
Tucker shrugged. "I'm just sayin', looks like you two are busy."
She rebutted, "Not that busy."
She walked out and said, "Good night, Captain."
Trip looked almost apologetic and nodded, "Sorry, sir."
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