Trials and Dribble-ations

Key

Sentences/ words that are bold and in italics, are direct thoughts.

Random italic words in a sentence are emphasis.

"Italics with speech marks" signify that what is being said within the speech marks is some distance away.

Bold is Onomatopoeia.

"Bold, italic, and speech marks" signify telepathic speech.

A/N- I was writing on 'Polly Poppins', my other story where some of the crew get turned into children and realised that apart from one fic I've read where T'Pol gets turned into a twelve year old, she tends to stay as an adult. I thought it would be fun turning both her and Trip into kids, and have Voyager come along!

Season three.

Disclaimer- All I own is the stuffed sheep/pyjama case I've had since my sixth Christmas. Her name is Abragail.

Chapter 1- Splotches

Trip sighed under the hands of T'Pol as she worked the magic she called neuro-pressure. He called it heaven, though he suspected the satisfaction he felt wasn't just due to her ministrations, but also because neuro-pressure meant her hands were all over him. He felt a strong urge to scratch himself, before a wave of exhaustion came over him, and he slipped into unconsciousness.

T'Pol smiled to herself, not letting the emotion show on her face. She knew his satisfaction had come from the physical contact between them and not the fact that the neuro-pressure helped him sleep. Not that he needed help today, the most taxing thing he had done was flying with Lieutenant Reed to the planet whose orbit they were in to have a look around while science teams, including herself had taken samples.

In fact, on more than one occasion she had come across the Commander drifting off to sleep under the sun.

Getting up to wipe the oil she had used on Trip, off her hands, she noticed a few dark green splotches on her wrist. She frowned; trying to remember what she could have touched that may have had such a reaction. The image of a purple flowering-plant entered her head. She remembered she had brushed against it, later finding her wrist to be a little itchy. She had dismissed it, to carry on with her work.

Now, however, she was wondering if she had had an adverse reaction to it. Pulling up the sleeve in the uniform she had not yet changed out of because she had been too busy, she noticed more discolouring. Careful not to touch the affected area, she removed her uniform, only to see the marks extended up her arm, spreading from her shoulder to all over her body, or as much of her body that wasn't covered by her underwear.

She glanced down at Trip as she stepped over him to dispose of her uniform in her wash basket, she froze. He too had patches of colour on him that didn't belong; only on him they were red, and beginning on his shoulders where she had touched him the most as part of the neuro-pressure.

As she watched, more and more splotches appeared on his fair skin, a look at her own body confirmed that the same thing was happening to her.

Suddenly worried, she crossed over to the comm. interface where she patched it into sickbay. "T'Pol to Doctor Phlox."

"Phlox here."

"Doctor. Something is wrong. Commander Tucker and I are in my quarters- there's a rash spreading rapidly across our skin. I think it came from a flower I touched today."

"You cleared bio-scan," Phlox frowned. "What does this rash look like?"

"Splotches. Green on me, red on Mr Tucker. Doctor, it's going everywhere and…"

"Sub-Commander?" Phlox asked of her silence. When she didn't respond, he grabbed some medical equipment, a med kit, and patched in the comm. to the bridge.

"Captain to T'Pol's quarters now!"

"On my way."

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