Chapter One
Entering the bridge, he realized Hoshi and Travis were at their posts. He bit his lip fiercely and then let his anger out.
"How long ago did you contact the ship, Hosh?" Trip asked, eyeing her. She was even dressed in her uniform instead of her cute, pink dress.
Hoshi looked up sheepishly, she smiled meekly. "Two minutes after you started running."
Trip threw his arms down along with the canister of water. He bent over to pick it up and then shook it at Hoshi. Trip gave Jon a short glare, who was only smiling. Then Trip glared at Travis, who was chuckling. Lastly, he glared angrily at T'Pol and shook the water at her.
"I'm goin' to sickbay, I think I pulled out m' back. Ya'll should be ashamed of yourselves," Trip replied and walked out of the bridge.
Hoshi stopped smiling meekly and began to laugh. So did the rest of the bridge. They all knew that Trip needed the run. Archer had already contacted the Gran and apologized on behalf of Trip. The Gran said Jos and his friends would be fined for giving Trip hell for no reason.
***
"You lost a phase pistol, Mr. Tucker," Lieutenant Reed said almost naggingly. "Do you realize that you've basically given these aliens a bit of our technology?"
Trip ruffled his sandy blonde hair and took a swig of beer. He stared at the British armory officer across from him and then shook his head, uncaring.
"You don't bloody care, do you, Sir?" Malcolm mussed and went back to his drink.
Trip shrugged as Hoshi approached both of them and took up a chair. She glanced at Trip and his eyes twinkled happily.
"So, did Jos beat you up too bad?" Hoshi asked.
"Actually," Trip said, taking the last swig. "He didn't catch me once. Damn, but was he pissed." Trip chuckled heartily.
"Sorry we didn't do much to stop it," Hoshi said. "Sounds like we'll be going back tomorrow to clear anything up.
Trip shook his head. "I can't help it if I don't like his sister."
Malcolm laughed; he too didn't see why everyone thought Jos' sister was a damsel. Rude, maybe. Malcolm would give her that.
Hoshi stifled her laughter. Only she and Trip knew about them. There was only room in Trip's heart for Hoshi.
Malcolm coughed and felt as if he was coming down with something. It was probably nothing, he would be fine. They would be heading down to transporter room very soon.
***
"Cap'n, I gotta thank ya for not makin' me go on the away mission this time. I dun think I could face Jos or his sister again," Trip thanked Archer for the hundredth time.
Jon smiled and patted Trip on the back. "No problem, Trip. You've got the bridge. I didn't think Hoshi needed to come down with us this time either."
Trip nodded. He would be on the bridge with Hoshi and a skeleton crew. Jon, Malcolm, Travis, and T'Pol would be going to the planet to apologize for the misunderstanding.
Jon stepped into the transporter room and onto the pad. He nodded and they were all beamed to the planet's surface.
***
When the sensation ended, Jon looked around and noticed the leader of the planet walking towards them.
The older man, with long, white hair and a wrinkled face smiled warmly and reached out for Jon's hand.
"Captain Archer! It's so nice to see you again," Nak greeted him.
"Governor Nak, a pleasure," Jon smiled. "Listen, it seems we need to clear up a problem from earlier today..."
"Do not worry about it! Jos has been fined for harassment and the problem is in the past," Nak replied. "Is there anything we can get you? Food? Drink? How about we continue the treaty between our worlds?"
Archer smiled. They all seemed like good ideas right now, but for now they would try to peacefully reconvene the treaty talks.
"Sounds good," Jon replied and they headed toward the capital building only a few steps away.
As the away team entered the building, Malcolm began to clear his throat several times. T'Pol was the first to glance his way. His eyes were red and watery.
"Are you well, Lieutenant Reed?" T'Pol asked.
Malcolm nodded. "Must be allergies."
The Vulcan cocked her head.
"It is unlikely for you to have an allergic reaction to anything here. Our scans indicated nothing that would trigger such a reaction in humans or Vulcans."
Malcolm shrugged as Archer joined in on the discussion.
"Malcolm?" he asked, concerned. "Maybe you should head back to the ship and see Doctor Phlox."
"That won't be necessary, Sir. I'm quite needed here at your side in case of another incident."
"I doubt there will be any incident, Malcolm," Archer said, seeming to blow off any concerns.
The armory officer gave in and headed out of the building.
Nak glanced at Archer.
"Allergies," Archer replied as he sneezed. "Appears I might have the same problem."
Travis tried to stifle a laugh as he sat down at the marble table. Archer looked over at him and smiled. Then he sneezed again.
"Captain?" T'Pol questioned.
"I'm just sneezing, T'Pol," Jon chuckled as Nak handed out the papers once again.
The meeting went on without any problems. A treaty was reached by the end of the day and the away team headed back to the ship. Archer would be sending the information off to Starfleet and then they would finalize every thing.
Entering the bridge, he realized Hoshi and Travis were at their posts. He bit his lip fiercely and then let his anger out.
"How long ago did you contact the ship, Hosh?" Trip asked, eyeing her. She was even dressed in her uniform instead of her cute, pink dress.
Hoshi looked up sheepishly, she smiled meekly. "Two minutes after you started running."
Trip threw his arms down along with the canister of water. He bent over to pick it up and then shook it at Hoshi. Trip gave Jon a short glare, who was only smiling. Then Trip glared at Travis, who was chuckling. Lastly, he glared angrily at T'Pol and shook the water at her.
"I'm goin' to sickbay, I think I pulled out m' back. Ya'll should be ashamed of yourselves," Trip replied and walked out of the bridge.
Hoshi stopped smiling meekly and began to laugh. So did the rest of the bridge. They all knew that Trip needed the run. Archer had already contacted the Gran and apologized on behalf of Trip. The Gran said Jos and his friends would be fined for giving Trip hell for no reason.
***
"You lost a phase pistol, Mr. Tucker," Lieutenant Reed said almost naggingly. "Do you realize that you've basically given these aliens a bit of our technology?"
Trip ruffled his sandy blonde hair and took a swig of beer. He stared at the British armory officer across from him and then shook his head, uncaring.
"You don't bloody care, do you, Sir?" Malcolm mussed and went back to his drink.
Trip shrugged as Hoshi approached both of them and took up a chair. She glanced at Trip and his eyes twinkled happily.
"So, did Jos beat you up too bad?" Hoshi asked.
"Actually," Trip said, taking the last swig. "He didn't catch me once. Damn, but was he pissed." Trip chuckled heartily.
"Sorry we didn't do much to stop it," Hoshi said. "Sounds like we'll be going back tomorrow to clear anything up.
Trip shook his head. "I can't help it if I don't like his sister."
Malcolm laughed; he too didn't see why everyone thought Jos' sister was a damsel. Rude, maybe. Malcolm would give her that.
Hoshi stifled her laughter. Only she and Trip knew about them. There was only room in Trip's heart for Hoshi.
Malcolm coughed and felt as if he was coming down with something. It was probably nothing, he would be fine. They would be heading down to transporter room very soon.
***
"Cap'n, I gotta thank ya for not makin' me go on the away mission this time. I dun think I could face Jos or his sister again," Trip thanked Archer for the hundredth time.
Jon smiled and patted Trip on the back. "No problem, Trip. You've got the bridge. I didn't think Hoshi needed to come down with us this time either."
Trip nodded. He would be on the bridge with Hoshi and a skeleton crew. Jon, Malcolm, Travis, and T'Pol would be going to the planet to apologize for the misunderstanding.
Jon stepped into the transporter room and onto the pad. He nodded and they were all beamed to the planet's surface.
***
When the sensation ended, Jon looked around and noticed the leader of the planet walking towards them.
The older man, with long, white hair and a wrinkled face smiled warmly and reached out for Jon's hand.
"Captain Archer! It's so nice to see you again," Nak greeted him.
"Governor Nak, a pleasure," Jon smiled. "Listen, it seems we need to clear up a problem from earlier today..."
"Do not worry about it! Jos has been fined for harassment and the problem is in the past," Nak replied. "Is there anything we can get you? Food? Drink? How about we continue the treaty between our worlds?"
Archer smiled. They all seemed like good ideas right now, but for now they would try to peacefully reconvene the treaty talks.
"Sounds good," Jon replied and they headed toward the capital building only a few steps away.
As the away team entered the building, Malcolm began to clear his throat several times. T'Pol was the first to glance his way. His eyes were red and watery.
"Are you well, Lieutenant Reed?" T'Pol asked.
Malcolm nodded. "Must be allergies."
The Vulcan cocked her head.
"It is unlikely for you to have an allergic reaction to anything here. Our scans indicated nothing that would trigger such a reaction in humans or Vulcans."
Malcolm shrugged as Archer joined in on the discussion.
"Malcolm?" he asked, concerned. "Maybe you should head back to the ship and see Doctor Phlox."
"That won't be necessary, Sir. I'm quite needed here at your side in case of another incident."
"I doubt there will be any incident, Malcolm," Archer said, seeming to blow off any concerns.
The armory officer gave in and headed out of the building.
Nak glanced at Archer.
"Allergies," Archer replied as he sneezed. "Appears I might have the same problem."
Travis tried to stifle a laugh as he sat down at the marble table. Archer looked over at him and smiled. Then he sneezed again.
"Captain?" T'Pol questioned.
"I'm just sneezing, T'Pol," Jon chuckled as Nak handed out the papers once again.
The meeting went on without any problems. A treaty was reached by the end of the day and the away team headed back to the ship. Archer would be sending the information off to Starfleet and then they would finalize every thing.
