Hello people again. So I'm drawing these Star Trek cartoons on paint right so I said why not share them to those who don't know about them yet. I'm taking requests if anyone wants to see a certain thing drawn ask and I will do it in less than 7 days.
So my website: kirshara. click on Star Toons, I have Drawn T'Pol, MU T'Pol and MU Hoshi as of now.
Ok on with the story.
It had been a week since Trip was stuck in this cell, he hasn't seen anyone since either his food was slid to him not that it was any good the food was gross.
He had adjusted to the darkness now he just hoped no one blinded him with light.
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"You look very heroic" She watched Archer walk back up the stairs, but for some unknown reason he cam back down and wrapped his arms around her.
T'Pol stood still, she wanted him to let go only Trip was aloud to hug her.
He looked at her and walked back up the stairs.
Hopefully he wouldn't start to talk about gazelles.
T'Pol walked out to a sunny San Francisco she had decided to take the command of a ship she didn't want to stay planet side she needed something to do she still couldn't understand why she didn't feel anything for him.
What she felt was apprehension and she was worried but of what she couldn't tell.
She remembered all the times that Trip had gone on a away mission without her she would always be worried maybe that's what her heart was doing pretending.
Pretending that he was coming back.
Pretending that he wasn't dead.
Pretending that she wasn't pregnant.
T'Pol had gone to see Phlox to see if there had been something medically wrong with her what he had found was not what she had expected.
It left her angry where was Trip?
That was three days ago she was three months pregnant now.
According to the doctor she was going to start showing 8 months from now.
T'Pol thought that was quiet early to start showing usually Vulcans carry a child for 2 years and only start showing around the 16th month.
T'Pol rested her hand on her flat stomach and called for a cab.
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Trip shook from the cold a scratching caught his attention.
"Hello?"
He saw a silhouette of someone.
"Hello?"
He then herd a series of grunts as whoever it was, was obviously in pain.
"Do you need help?"
"Yes." Trip crouched down beside the figure.
"What's wrong?" Another thump.
"My daughter." A little girl came up to him.
"Hi. Please help him mister." Trip thought he recognized the little girls voice.
"Oh what's wrong with him?"
"His leg… he broke his leg."
Trip tried to get a good look, the man flinched back in pain.
"What's your name?"
"Alex… you?" He flinched back as Trip wrapped a cloth around it, at least their captors were nice enough to give them medkits.
"Trip, my names Trip."
"Nice to meet you this is my daughter Elizabeth."
Trip cringed he didn't like that name anymore.
"What happened?"
"Just pissed off a few people, they made me do something I didn't want to do I used to work for star fleet you know."
He chuckled.
The girl forgotten had started to meditate something was odd she felt a tingling in the back of her mind like she should know this man.
"You and me both, who did you piss off?"
"Terra Prime."
TBC
