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.

The key does not always apply to all fics
A/N- I hope you've been enjoying this series. Please don't hate me for not updating in a while, but there was a time after Enterprise finished showing here in England that I didn't feel like writing anything, because every time I tried I kept seeing that smile on Trip's face as he was put in the chamber. Sniff. Anyway, then I caught up with other fics, and I read through all my reviews (101 for all my fics combined! That's including those emailed to me directly- I'm so happy).

I want to thank everyone for my reviews- not illegally as I'm not going to thank everyone personally. A lot of them say how funny they find this fic which is good for me. I'm still getting back on the wavelength for writing Enterprise, so I hope this chapter isn't disappointing, it's pretty short as well, but I wanted to post it.

Spoiler for my fic below- if you don't want to read it, skip it.

Warning: For those of you who don't like slash and who would consider a man flirting with a woman when it's really a man in a woman's body slash.

Disclaimer-You wouldn't believe the things Trip can do! (That's cook and clean!) (See previous disclaimer if confused.) You wouldn't believe the things Trip can do! (That's cook clean!) (See previous disclaimer if confused.)
Chapter 3- Starting Off on the Wrong Foot

Trip turned to his family, wishing he could just give his mom a hug, but knowing he had to play the Vulcan.

"If you'll excuse me." He turned and almost bumped into Malcolm, but managed to avoid doing so by using T'Pol's grace.

"Madeline?" Malcolm asked, his face incredulous as he spotted James's girlfriend. She smiled at him, and they shared an awkward hug.

T'Pol looked at the armoury officer, surprised. "She's your sister." She stated.

"I wasn't aware I had told you about Madeline, Trip."

'Trip' nodded.

"I er, hav' to go now." 'T'Pol' said, turning and walking out of the door, giving the Tuckers a longing look.

Malcolm frowned at 'Trip'. "I believe she's picking up your speech patterns."

"A possibility." T'Pol told him flatly before gesturing to 'her' family. "Why don't we take a tour?"

"Sure, sweetie. That would be lovely. Straight after breakfast, then?"

T'Pol sighed and sat down to finish off Trip's plomeek broth, not noticing the weird looks she was getting for eating it. She was just too tired after having stayed up all night reading the description on Trip's family to concentrate fully on what she was doing.

"Are you sure you don't want some eggs and bacon?" Mr Tucker asked.

"No. This fulfils my dietary requirements, and I don't consume animal flesh." She replied absently.

"Commander Tucker to Engineering," Hoshi's voice sounded over the intercom.

Noticing the Tuckers looking at her expectantly, she remembered that for the time being she was Commander Tucker. "The tour will hav' t' be later." She told them, heading off for Engineering, leaving behind a group of very perplexed people.

"What was that all about?" Trip's dad asked his wife.

"I'm not sure," she replied, a thoughtful look on her face. "But I'll find out."

A/N- good?