Trip sprinted down the corridors and into the turbolift. I can't believe I fell back to sleep! He mentally kicked himself. If this keeps happening someone is gonna report it, and that means talking to the captain . . . He thought and involuntarily shuddered just as the lift doors opened to reveal the bridge.

He turned to his right to see the senior staff standing around waiting for him. No he corrected himself, after scanning to see who was there. The captain ain't here yet either. Trip breathed a sight of relief. He hadn't been particularly looking forward to pissing the captain off anymore than he already had.

Although the Captain had seemed to accept that he and Jennifer had been telling the truth, there was still that look he shot Trip when he thought he wasn't looking. It unnerved him. He'd always regarded the Captain as one of his closest friends, but since the mission on Serena, they'd barely spoken to each other off duty, or on duty for that matter. It hurt Trip that he'd betrayed his friend, and that their friendship seemed un- repairable. I had to do it. He thought.

This feeling of guilt, was what had been depriving Trip of his sleep. Every time he closed his eyes he saw one of his crewmates, usually Archer or Malcolm, yelling at him, screaming, demanding to know the truth, or calling him a traitor. Other times he was drowning in a sea of darkness, and more often than not he though he could feel a hand on his head pushing him under. It was for this reason he'd decided he only needed to sleep when he was dead on his feet, unable to carry on. He could just about stand facing his friends in reality, but in his dreams where their faces and eyes were full of hate and fury . . . No, that was too much.

He was broken out of his reverie by the swishing of the door that led to the captains ready room. Trip quickly made his way closer to the table, and took a place next to T'Pol. She and she alone seemed to be the only one who didn't harbour any doubts about whether he and Jennifer had been telling the truth. Admittedly she had her doubts to begin with, but once the others had woken, and had also been suffering from amnesia, taking their word as the truth had been the 'only logical conclusion'.

She nodded her greeting to him, he smiled back.

The captain took his place at the head of the table. "We've received a distress call." He said shortly.

"What species?" Malcolm asked quickly. Trip noticed him glancing quickly in his direction, he diverted his eyes.

Hoshi answered this time. "You remember when those aliens drugged the entire crew, and pillaged the ship?"

"How could we forget?" Malcolm replied dryly. She smiled.

"Well when we woke up I downloaded their language into the database, and this matches it." She said.

Trip's stomach did a back flip. This could be bad.

"We've changed course and are heading for the co-ordinates." Archer informed them.

Trip was debating with himself whether to say something, he knew whatever contribution he made would most probably be ignored. No he thought, they're more professional than that.

He opened his mouth to speak, but Malcolm beat him to it. "Do you really think that's wise sir?" he asked sceptically.

God bless that man, and his paranoia. Trip thought. Trip felt a small smile playing at his lips. But then he remembered Malcolm's recent hostility towards him, and the smile slid off his face.

"We'll find out when we get there Malcolm." Archer said, and the finality in his tone seemed enough to keep Malcolm quiet for now. "Dismissed." He said, and the senior staff mad their way back to their posts.

Trip headed back to the turbolift. He was beginning to wonder why he turned up at all, they certainly wouldn't miss him if he didn't.

So that wa the second chapter, so I lied it was uneventful too, but there is good stuff to come, so review now! for more sooner, oh and all suggestions welcome