Chapter 8
Some days later, Niki and Malcolm were having dinner in
the mess-hall.
Niki was talking about something, but Malcolm
wasn't really listening.
His attention was captured by Hoshi and a
MACO drinking coffee and laughing together in the near
table.
"Malcolm!" Niki called him for the third
time.
"Uh!"
"It's like talking to a brick
wall." she teased him.
"Sorry." he mumbled,
pretending to be interested in his meal. "I was lost in
thought."
"I see ... a thought with almond-eyes."
"I
beg your pardon?"
"Don't play dumb with me, Mal ... I've
known you for years. You've got your eye on her since she entered the
mess-hall."
Malcolm looked at Niki like he was catched
red-handed. "I was just ... curious."
"Curious."
He
nodded. Then he stared at Hoshi leaving with the MACO. His hand
touched lightly Hoshi's shoulder.
Malcolm's face became
sulky.
"Something wrong?"
"No ... no, I was just
... wondering ..."
"What?"
Malcolm finally
bursted: "She ignores me ... she spends all her free time with
you and T'Pol ... and now she's familiar with that ... MACO!"
"You
sound insulting when you say MACO like that." Niki
objected.
"What the hell can she have in common with that man
..."
"God, Mal! They were only talking." Niki
sighed.
"I wouldn't call that talking ... they were looking
at each other as if they wanted to ... you know ..."
Niki
interrupted him: "You're jealous."
"No, I'm
not!"
"Admit it."
"You're wrong, I'm only
concerned about a friend."
Captain Archer entered the
mess-hall just to take a cup of coffee.
He made a big smile at
Niki and she returned it.
Malcolm asked maliciously: "Is
there anything between the two of you?"
"Not yet."
she answered, still gazing at Archer.
"You're on a dangerous
road, Niki. He's the Captain."
"Why don't you mind your
own business, Mal'? Me and Hoshi are grown-up, we don't need a
guardian angel."
Malcolm remained silent.
Niki got up:
"Have you made a programme for this evening?"
"Not
really."
"What about some physical exercise ... just to
ease ... tension, you know."
Malcolm asked: "What do you
have in mind?"
"We haven't challenged each other for
such a long time ... meet me in gym in 30 minutes." she winked
at him and went towards Archer.
"Good evening, Sir."
"Good
evening, Niki. Coffee?"
"No, thanks. I'm going to gym
with Malcolm. A kick-boxing challenge ... would you mind to join
us?"
"Unfortunately I've got some reports to complete.
Maybe later."
"I'll wait for you." she smiled and
left the mess-hall.
Niki was in Hoshi's
quarters. They were laughing heartily at Malcolm's behaviour.
"You
were right, Niki. Since I started ignoring him, he's becoming mad at
me."
"He's nearly done, Hoshi. Now I'm going to soften
him a little."
"Don't be too hard, Niki."
"Don't
worry ... I'll return him all in one piece."
Malcolm
was on the floor, panting.
Niki said: "Had enough?"
He
got up: "You haven't won, yet."
"You need to
concentrate."
"I'm ok, Niki."
"On guard!"
she gave him a punch.
"Ouch!"
Niki moved fast and
knocked him down once again.
"Ok, Mal' ... I think now it's
enough."
She sat on the floor near him.
"It was no
fun ... you're absent-minded tonight."
He sighed: "Ok,
Niki ... I know you won't leave me alone."
"Not until
you admit you have feelings for her."
"She's a charming
woman, she's smart, she's sweet ... she's all I dreamed about ... but
I can't!"
"Why? What is stopping you from
..."
"Starfleet regulations!"
Niki bursted out
laughing. She mimicked him: "Starfleet regulations! Go to the
hell, Malcolm!"
"It's no laughing matter, Niki."
"Yes,
it is. Some rules are meant to be broken."
"You're
telling me you would be ready to break rules with the
Captain?"
"Sure! If he gives me a chance, I'll take it.
Life is worth living."
"You're forgetting who we are and
why we are on starship."
"I'm not forgetting anything.
You're a damned good tactical officer and I'm a good pilot. Loving
someone won't change the way we serve Starfleet."
"Let
us assume that you're right and I forget regulations ... this is a
dangerous mission, we could be ordered to death at any time. Being
romantically involved with someone would make it harder ... and
painful."
"I'm ready to die if this is necessary!"
Niki stated "But as long as I live, I wanna get everything life
can offer me ... and love is the most important thing."
Malcolm
looked at Niki thoughtfully. She hadn't changed over the years: the
same strong and passionate girl he had met at Starfleet Academy. And
a sincere friend, always there if needed.
"What if Hoshi
doesn't return my feelings?"
"If you don't talk to her,
you'll never know." she looked at him with a meaningful
smile.
"I'll think about it ..."
She helped him to
get up.
"Do you want me to put in a good word for you?"
He smiled and put his arm around her shoulders:
"Have I
ever told you that I'm fond of you, Niki?"
"Not
recently" she chuckled.
Archer entered the gym
whistling.
"Too late?" he asked.
"No, Captain
... at least you didn't see her making me cut a poor figure ..."
Malcolm answered.
"It's only a matter of training" was
Niki's comment.
"I feel well-trained tonight, Niki. Can we
try?"
"Why not?" she answered mischievously.
"Be
careful Captain ... she's a devil!" Malcolem joked "As to
me, I need a good night sleep." he winked "Enjoy
yourselves!"
After a few minutes, Archer regretted his
decision.
Niki was a strong and agile opponent, she moved so fast
he couldn't foresee her movements.
He found himself on the floor
once again, this time Niki was over his back.
"Ok ... I give
up." he muttered.
She let him go and he got up. He was
panting and sweating: "You're really a devil, Niki. I wouldn't
like to be in your enemy's shoes. You're exceptionally strong."
he wiped his brow with a towel.
"Strenght has nothing to do
with this, Jonathan." she stared at him, attracted by his
athletic build.
He was distracted by her look and his towel fell
on the floor. They both kneeled to pick it up and their faces were so
near they could nearly touch.
"Am I interrupting?"
T'Pol
was there, looking at them. She seemed slightly irritated.
"No,
T'Pol ..." Archer answered trying to hide his embarrassment.
"She has just beaten me in kick-boxing."
"I
see."
"I need a shower ... see you later." Niki
went towards the dressing room.
T'Pol remained silent, with folded
arms.
Archer felt like her eyes pierced him. He couldn't stand up
to her gaze, so he began to pace.
"Why do you make me feel
like I did something wrong?" he asked.
"I think you
shouldn't have a relationship with a subordinate."
"I
have NO relationship with Lt. Parker! We were just going in for
sport!"
"If you like to call that sport ..."
He
turned towards her ... he could read in her eyes she was
disappointed.
He put his hands on her shoulders.
"T'Pol
... this seems almost a scene of jealousy. I could be flattered by
that."
She raised an eyebrow.
"You're wrong. I'm only
worried about your behaviour."
"Worried?" he
grinned. "How much do you worry about me?"
She lowered
her eyes, but he cupped his hand under her chin and their eyes met
again.
"When I saw you crying for me in sickbay, I just
couldn't believe it ..." he whispered tenderly "Does it
mean that you care for me as much as I care for you?"
T'Pol
felt her legs trembling ... his scent was so intoxicating.
Archer
said with hoarse voice: "T'Pol ... please ... talk to me
..."
She raised her hand to caress his face, but when she
touched him, she felt something she didn't expect. A flood of
overwhelming emotions poured on her. She felt lost ... and
frightened. It was too much, too soon ...
He interpreted her
gesture as a sign of affection and gently met her lips.
T'Pol's
reaction was totally unexpected. She hit his face violently, throwing
him on the floor.
Archer was stunned. He looked at her as he
didn't recognize her anymore.
She was standing there, her eyes
wide-open, disbelieving what she had done.
Archer touched his nose
and looked at his fingers covered with blood.
"A simple no
was more than enough, T'Pol." he mumbled.
She shaked herself
from her dismay and went towards Archer to help him, but he said
roughly: "Get away from me!"
She opened her mouth to say
something, but no sound was given out.
So she could do nothing but
run away from him.
