Key.
Sentences/ wordsthat are bold,and are 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.
A/N- Prologue part 2!
Disclaimer- I own nothing.
Prologue Part 2- After The Swap.(such originality!)
T'Pol groaned. Why had she touched the jewel? It was if she had been hypnotised. She still should have fought- who knew what the gem had done. It could have transported them somewhere, set something loose or… swapped their bodies. T'Pol thought as she looked down herself.
"Commander, are you all right?" She called out, wincing at her voice, which was surprisingly her own, but produced by a male voice box, so was unsettlingly deep. She supposed she had her own way of speaking, as it was the way she had learned to speak, and her mind was her own, even if her body was not.
"T'Pol?" Trip said in her voice, though with his own endearing accent. "This is freaky. And somewhat wrong." He looked down at the feminine body he was in and made a face. "Are you as freaked out as I am?"
"Indeed."
"What happened?" Trip was confused. All he remembered was the two of them looking at the gem and… "You touched it!" He accused. "We weren't supposed to touch anything!"
"You touched the carvings that produced the gem!" T'Pol shot back.
"Touché. So what do we do? I mean- we're in each other's bodies. That's something you only see in the movies."
What are we supposed to do? T'Pol wondered. We can't tell the Captain, or anyone. The Captain will be angry, and someone else might tell the Krinaati. Then they'll kill everyone!
"I suppose we have to tell Captain Archer." Trip was saying.
"No." T'Pol emphasised.
"Why not?" Trip asked. They had to tell someone. What else were they supposed to do? Pretend to be each other?
"The Krinaatis' threat. We'll have to pretend to be each other until we find a way to reverse it.
"That could be forever!" Trip let out.
It was disconcerting to see your own face with yourself not behind it, especially when emotions were displayed in the expressions.
"It'll have to do. We disobeyed a direct order from the Captain, he could put us in the brig or lower our rank for insubordination."
Trip sighed. "It's not going to be easy. At least no one's going to ask me personal things I won't know anything about."
"No. But you'll have to do my job. Lucky our jobs are similar in the fact we both use science." T'Pol was secretly worried they'd give it away before finding a 'cure'. She knew it would be hard to be emotional and friendly with most of the crew.
The ringing of the communicator disturbed her thoughts. "T'- Tucker." She said, realising she didn't sound like herself and therefore couldn't answer with her name. Hopefully, she had put just the right amount of Floridian in her accent.
"Trip. Are you finished? The Krinaati seem anxious to get us on our way."
"We're all set here, Captain. We were just heading to the Pod."
"Good. Archer out."
T'Pol shut the communicator, along with her eyes. Well, I managed to get through that one without anyone suspecting me.
"How does it feel to be me?" Trip asked, smiling at her with her own mouth.
"Disturbing." She replied. "We should leave." Gathering up her samples, she headed towards the entrance to the cave and the shuttle pod.
"You know." Trip said, as he piloted the pod into the sky. "This might be fun. It's an adventure, and we are explorers after all."
"I am a scientist."
"Then think of it as an experiment. Come on, we just have to pretend to be each other until we find a cure- with you working on it, we'll get it in no time." Trip assured her, not seeming as doubtful as he was earlier.
"I mean it's just in front of the regular crew, and maybe some strangers. We keep to ourselves- or each other- and we'll be fine. What could go wrong?"
A/N- please review. This is my first full Enterprise fic- let me know if you think it's
good, or if I got facts wrong- whatever. (I know they may be out of character,
but- that's the point!)