~*~Disclaimer=me no own~*~ I can't believe I've had so many reviews!!!!!
Well this chapter involves kiddie logic v T'Pol, I kinda got the idea from
my own head and from the people who suggested it!~*~
T'Pol walked into sickbay.
"Doctor, I have the data you requested," she announced.
"Shush! Keep your voice down, I don't want to wake them," Phlox whispered.
"Are they causing problems?" T'Pol asked raising an eyebrow.
"Not as such," Phlox replied. "But here take a look at this, its Lt Reed's test results."
T'Pol walked forward and stared at the data.
"Look, see that shadow there? It's not supposed to be there." said Phlox quietly, pointing to a spot on the screen. "I need to run some more tests, but see here, Commander Tucker has the same shadow, I think whatever happened to them was purposely done."
T'Pol turned to look at the two sleeping children.
"There is no logic in turning two human adults into children," she said decisively.
"I know," Phlox sighed, then he smiled. "But it has been an enjoyable challenge watching them, human children are fascinating."
T'Pol raised an eyebrow.
"Oh Sub-commander while you're here, could you watch them for a while, I have to leave to visit Crewman Garner," said Phlox. "They're asleep, they won't be much trouble."
"Certainly Doctor" said T'Pol finally, "However I cannot stay for long, I am due to have dinner with the Captain at 1900."
"Of course, thank you." said Phlox smiling.
T'Pol sat down and began checking the data on the pads.
A loud screech came from the menagerie and both boys woke with a start.
"It was just an animal, go back to sleep," said T'Pol.
Trip yawned and rubbed sleep from his eyes.
"Nah, not sleepy-are you Mal?" he asked.
"Nope," Malcolm lied, sitting up.
"Who're you?" asked Trip, staring at T'Pol.
"I am Sub-Commander T'Pol," she replied.
"I'm Charlie and this is Mal," Trip announced grinning.
"Malcolm Reed," Malcolm corrected. "My name ain't Mal."
"I know that! It's a nickname," Trip told him.
"I need a wee," Malcolm announced.
"The toilet is through that door," said T'Pol.
Malcolm looked down at the floor.
"Ya need to lift him down-he's too little," Trip told her.
"I can do it!" said Malcolm defensively. He slid off and landed on his feet. "See?!"
He returned moments later.
"Did you wash your hands?" T'Pol asked.
"Yup,"
"Did you flush the toilet?"
"Oops,"
"Leave it! I need ta go!" Trip announced.
Malcolm peered at the pad in T'Pol's hands.
"What're ya doing?"
"Calculating the exact alignment of the science scanners,"
"Oh.......why?"
"They are out of alignment and I need to know why,"
"Why?"
"Because they will not give exact results if they aren't working properly,"
"Why?"
"It is illogical to keep asking questions when you do not understand the answer,"
"Why?"
T'Pol looked at his innocent face.
"Stop asking questions,"
"Why?"
"Because you are being very trying,"
"Why?"
((a/n the age old 'why?' argument, gotta hate it!))
"You keep repeating the same question,"
"Oh sorry,"
"Never mind,"
Trip wandered out the toilet grinning.
"What're ya doing?" he asked, staring at the pad.
T'Pol raised an eyebrow.
"You wouldn't understand," she replied.
"She said the same thing to me," said Malcolm sympathetically.
The comm beeped.
"Archer to T'Pol"
T'Pol surveyed the two children in front of her.
"Yes Captain,"
"Dinner's been moved forward a bit, is that alright?"
"It depends; I am currently watching Lt Reed and Commander Tucker."
"Where's Phlox?"
"Making a 'house call' I believe,"
"Well, I expect they'll be hungry, why don't you bring them along too?"
"Would that be wise?"
"Is there a problem?"
"No Captain, I will be there in five minutes,"
"Archer out."
"Is he your boyfriend?" asked Trip grinning.
"No," said T'Pol firmly. "He is my Commanding Officer,"
"I bet he's her boyfriend," Trip whispered to Malcolm.
"He is not my boyfriend," said T'Pol raising an eyebrow.
"Sure," said Trip rolling his eyes.
"Follow me, it is time for dinner," she said standing up.
They followed her down the corridors and into the turbo-lift.
On the way out, Malcolm tripped and went flying into the wall and immediately burst into tears.
T'Pol bent down and checked his head and found a small graze on his knee.
"It is not life-threatening, you can stop crying," she said.
"Don't be mean!" said Trip indignantly.
T'Pol sighed and picked Malcolm up and took Trip's hand with her spare one.
"Come along, we will be late," she said.
Malcolm scrubbed at his eyes with his sleeve.
The Mess Hall fell silent when they entered. T'Pol ignored this and carried on walking.
Various members of the crew waved to them, Malcolm hid his face in T'Pol's shoulder but Trip waved back grinning.
"Hello T'Pol, glad you could make it," said Archer grinning, "How're you boys?"
"Ok," said Trip, "I'm Charlie, who're you?"
"I'm Captain Archer," said Archer smiling.
Trip and Malcolm looked at each other giggling.
T'Pol raised an eyebrow and set Malcolm down on one of the chairs.
"You two hungry?" Archer asked.
"Yup," they replied in unison.
When the food was brought in moments later, the boys pulled faces when they saw what was on T'Pol's plate.
"Do you not like your food?" asked T'Pol raising an eyebrow.
"How can you eat that stuff?" asked Malcolm throwing the vegetables a dirty look.
"It's green! Green stuff is bad for ya," Trip added.
"Vegetables are good for you," said Archer.
"That's what mah momma said," said Trip pulling a face.
"No!" Malcolm insisted. "I had a green biscuit once and my mummy said not to eat it because it would make me sick,"
"This will not make you sick," T'Pol informed him raising an eyebrow.
"I bet it will, I can't eat lots of things 'cause I'm 'llergic," Malcolm announced.
"Really?" Trip asked.
"Yup, I have to take special injections so I can eat stuff," Malcolm replied.
"Cool!" Trip exclaimed. "So if ya eat somethin' ya're 'llergic to will ya die?"
"Dunno," Malcolm shrugged.
"Can we try it?" Trip asked grinning mischievously.
"No!" Archer exclaimed. "Get your food eaten you two,"
"Bridge to Captain Archer"
"Archer here,"
"Sir, a ship's just app......."
There was sounds of phaser fire on the other end.
Archer and T'Pol exchanged glances.
"You two stay here! Don't leave this room!" Archer ordered getting up.
~*~Please review! This has to be a really long chapter for me and I need your thoughts! Next chapter involves trigger happy aliens and tantrums-I swear!~*~
T'Pol walked into sickbay.
"Doctor, I have the data you requested," she announced.
"Shush! Keep your voice down, I don't want to wake them," Phlox whispered.
"Are they causing problems?" T'Pol asked raising an eyebrow.
"Not as such," Phlox replied. "But here take a look at this, its Lt Reed's test results."
T'Pol walked forward and stared at the data.
"Look, see that shadow there? It's not supposed to be there." said Phlox quietly, pointing to a spot on the screen. "I need to run some more tests, but see here, Commander Tucker has the same shadow, I think whatever happened to them was purposely done."
T'Pol turned to look at the two sleeping children.
"There is no logic in turning two human adults into children," she said decisively.
"I know," Phlox sighed, then he smiled. "But it has been an enjoyable challenge watching them, human children are fascinating."
T'Pol raised an eyebrow.
"Oh Sub-commander while you're here, could you watch them for a while, I have to leave to visit Crewman Garner," said Phlox. "They're asleep, they won't be much trouble."
"Certainly Doctor" said T'Pol finally, "However I cannot stay for long, I am due to have dinner with the Captain at 1900."
"Of course, thank you." said Phlox smiling.
T'Pol sat down and began checking the data on the pads.
A loud screech came from the menagerie and both boys woke with a start.
"It was just an animal, go back to sleep," said T'Pol.
Trip yawned and rubbed sleep from his eyes.
"Nah, not sleepy-are you Mal?" he asked.
"Nope," Malcolm lied, sitting up.
"Who're you?" asked Trip, staring at T'Pol.
"I am Sub-Commander T'Pol," she replied.
"I'm Charlie and this is Mal," Trip announced grinning.
"Malcolm Reed," Malcolm corrected. "My name ain't Mal."
"I know that! It's a nickname," Trip told him.
"I need a wee," Malcolm announced.
"The toilet is through that door," said T'Pol.
Malcolm looked down at the floor.
"Ya need to lift him down-he's too little," Trip told her.
"I can do it!" said Malcolm defensively. He slid off and landed on his feet. "See?!"
He returned moments later.
"Did you wash your hands?" T'Pol asked.
"Yup,"
"Did you flush the toilet?"
"Oops,"
"Leave it! I need ta go!" Trip announced.
Malcolm peered at the pad in T'Pol's hands.
"What're ya doing?"
"Calculating the exact alignment of the science scanners,"
"Oh.......why?"
"They are out of alignment and I need to know why,"
"Why?"
"Because they will not give exact results if they aren't working properly,"
"Why?"
"It is illogical to keep asking questions when you do not understand the answer,"
"Why?"
T'Pol looked at his innocent face.
"Stop asking questions,"
"Why?"
"Because you are being very trying,"
"Why?"
((a/n the age old 'why?' argument, gotta hate it!))
"You keep repeating the same question,"
"Oh sorry,"
"Never mind,"
Trip wandered out the toilet grinning.
"What're ya doing?" he asked, staring at the pad.
T'Pol raised an eyebrow.
"You wouldn't understand," she replied.
"She said the same thing to me," said Malcolm sympathetically.
The comm beeped.
"Archer to T'Pol"
T'Pol surveyed the two children in front of her.
"Yes Captain,"
"Dinner's been moved forward a bit, is that alright?"
"It depends; I am currently watching Lt Reed and Commander Tucker."
"Where's Phlox?"
"Making a 'house call' I believe,"
"Well, I expect they'll be hungry, why don't you bring them along too?"
"Would that be wise?"
"Is there a problem?"
"No Captain, I will be there in five minutes,"
"Archer out."
"Is he your boyfriend?" asked Trip grinning.
"No," said T'Pol firmly. "He is my Commanding Officer,"
"I bet he's her boyfriend," Trip whispered to Malcolm.
"He is not my boyfriend," said T'Pol raising an eyebrow.
"Sure," said Trip rolling his eyes.
"Follow me, it is time for dinner," she said standing up.
They followed her down the corridors and into the turbo-lift.
On the way out, Malcolm tripped and went flying into the wall and immediately burst into tears.
T'Pol bent down and checked his head and found a small graze on his knee.
"It is not life-threatening, you can stop crying," she said.
"Don't be mean!" said Trip indignantly.
T'Pol sighed and picked Malcolm up and took Trip's hand with her spare one.
"Come along, we will be late," she said.
Malcolm scrubbed at his eyes with his sleeve.
The Mess Hall fell silent when they entered. T'Pol ignored this and carried on walking.
Various members of the crew waved to them, Malcolm hid his face in T'Pol's shoulder but Trip waved back grinning.
"Hello T'Pol, glad you could make it," said Archer grinning, "How're you boys?"
"Ok," said Trip, "I'm Charlie, who're you?"
"I'm Captain Archer," said Archer smiling.
Trip and Malcolm looked at each other giggling.
T'Pol raised an eyebrow and set Malcolm down on one of the chairs.
"You two hungry?" Archer asked.
"Yup," they replied in unison.
When the food was brought in moments later, the boys pulled faces when they saw what was on T'Pol's plate.
"Do you not like your food?" asked T'Pol raising an eyebrow.
"How can you eat that stuff?" asked Malcolm throwing the vegetables a dirty look.
"It's green! Green stuff is bad for ya," Trip added.
"Vegetables are good for you," said Archer.
"That's what mah momma said," said Trip pulling a face.
"No!" Malcolm insisted. "I had a green biscuit once and my mummy said not to eat it because it would make me sick,"
"This will not make you sick," T'Pol informed him raising an eyebrow.
"I bet it will, I can't eat lots of things 'cause I'm 'llergic," Malcolm announced.
"Really?" Trip asked.
"Yup, I have to take special injections so I can eat stuff," Malcolm replied.
"Cool!" Trip exclaimed. "So if ya eat somethin' ya're 'llergic to will ya die?"
"Dunno," Malcolm shrugged.
"Can we try it?" Trip asked grinning mischievously.
"No!" Archer exclaimed. "Get your food eaten you two,"
"Bridge to Captain Archer"
"Archer here,"
"Sir, a ship's just app......."
There was sounds of phaser fire on the other end.
Archer and T'Pol exchanged glances.
"You two stay here! Don't leave this room!" Archer ordered getting up.
~*~Please review! This has to be a really long chapter for me and I need your thoughts! Next chapter involves trigger happy aliens and tantrums-I swear!~*~