Restless
It had only been half an hour since Enterprise had been heading for Munnfa at maximum warp, but Trip was impatiently bored.
"Maybe you should get some rest, I'll let you know when we get there." Captain Archer kindly suggested.
"Thanks Capt'n, but I can't sleep now." Trip replied. Although thankful for the opportunity, Trip knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep. Not if T'Pol was in trouble.
It was strange. Trip had only known T'Pol a few years and for the first year or so, he didn't even know if he liked T'Pol. But now, now he felt almost sick with worry and panic that something terrible could happen.
"Is there anything you need me to do?" Trip offered, anything to keep himself busy.
"Nope, just sit tight for the next, oh, about forty-five minutes." The Captain replied.
They'd been sitting in the Mess Hall having a very late lunch, but only one of them was eating.
Seeing Trip's extremely distracted look, Captain Archer braced himself at the talk he was about to bring up. "You really care about T'Pol, don't you?"
Trip looked at his Captain in the eye for the first time since their fight. "Yeah. I don't know what it is, but she's always in my head."
Archer shot Trip a sympathetic look. He, too, knew what it was like to be so in love he felt sick. But so many times, he'd been slapped in the face. The Enterprise's Captain was beginning to lose faith in love. At least he was, before Hoshi and him almost…
"We'll get her back, Trip." Archer shook those thoughts out of his head so that he could reassure his friend.
"I know." Trip answered uncertainly.
