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ENT (T/Tu) PG-13 Reply-To: "Sileya" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit TITLE: Mood Swing - Part 2 AUTHOR: Sue E-MAIL: susieqla@yahoo.com SERIES: Enterprise PART: 2 RATING: PG-13 CODES: T/Tu CATEGORY: Romance/Friendship SPOILERS: Hatchery ARCHIVE: Yes DISCLAIMER: Enterprise is the property of Paramount and its subsidiaries. No profit is being made. SUMMARY: Missing scene. Mood Swing - Part 2 "What?" Still looking at her strangely, Trip didn't answer right away. He halted their journey away from Sickbay momentarily. The echoes of their footfalls gradually fading in the gently humming corridor. Trip shut his eyes and freed a long breath. "Commander? Are you feeling all right?" The Vulcan, in the throes of mulling mode, mistook his pained expression for his feeling malaise. "Perhaps you should return to Sickbay..." He shook his head, but it was a halfhearted gesture. "I'm okay. It's only..." He sidled up against the wall, folding his arms over his chest, his unsettled look firmly set. "Somethin' keeps replayin' in my mind, and it won't quit no matter how hard I try to forget it; can't shake it." He opened his eyes slowly. Beneath the weight of his sigh he heard his own despair. He wondered what life post-mutiny aboard Enterprise would be like. Had loyalties and trusts been strained to, if not the breaking point, a position not too far from it? "What does?" "Seein' those critters...the Xindi hatchlin's crawlin' all over the cap'n, like they were right at home. And the cap'n with that vacant look on his face..." He couldn't help but flinch again, involuntarily. "It takes the cake as bein' the creepiest thing I've seen regardless of how many away missions I've been on." It was nearly the worst creeping-out of his life. The worst having been when his father had taken him fishing and the slow-flowing stream they'd fished teemed with leeches. Before Trip had realized what the deal was, his dad was peeling the 'yucky' things off them both, mostly from where the sun never shined. "Your decisive action proved to be his salvation." At best, T'Pol could only vaguely imagine what he had witnessed firsthand. Evidently, the impression the tableau had left was deep. "I stunned him without even thinkin'; my beam cut him down before I could blink. It was like I fired with my mind 'stead of a finger. Everythin' you said rushed into my head." Forgetting to keep the rest to himself, Trip blurted, "And what he said about what you were doin' to me." T'Pol raised an eyebrow, looking at Trip pointedly, a look he recognized all too well. "I mean--" "What did he say I was doing to you?" For only a moment, the new nature of their relationship felt threatening. Though Archer's neural cortex had been severly compromised, despite its impairment, did the captain sense this new dynamic between Tucker and herself? Being discreet was important, if for no other reason than to stop idle talk before it ever started, despite her insistence that their new-found closeness was nobody's concern save their own. For a reason she was at a loss to define, she didn't want the captain knowing about them. Regretting what he'd divulged, Trip didn't reply, readily, the way he sensed she wanted him to. "I'd like to know," T'Pol pressed, but she had removed the bark of it being a command from her tone. Trip said it in one breath. "He said you were manipulatin' me." With his gaze unwavering from hers, he gripped her shoulders with both hands. "If ever that was callin' the kettle black. Those Xindi whelps had him thinkin' he was their momma. If it wasn't for your seein' it first, God only knows how far it could have gone." "Obviously you did not judge manipulation on my part to be true." "Hell no. Score two big ones for the Vulcan team." Trip noticed that instead of T'Pol opening distance between them, she was closing it, little by little. "Let's just say Jon wasn't addin' up, and you never quit bein' the voice of all that's logical. When it comes to logic, you rule." He gave both shoulder cuffs tight squeezes. "And you don't hear me complainin', do ya? Well, at least not as loud as I used to." T'Pol, giving him cat's eyes, untangled herself from his grasp, and to his amazement, took him by the hand. "This way..." "What? Huh? Wher'?" "Do you question where logic leads?" "All depends," he teasingly replied. "...Uh, T'Pol?" A comm linkage configuration, she thought, thinking the enclosed, recessed port would do nicely. Once she had them safely hidden from anyone who might have happened along, she wasted no time molding her body to Trip's who was pleasantly taken aback. Being lead down the garden path never felt so good. He was tingly all over in no seconds flat. "Why, you little dickens, and the feelin' is every bit as mutual. I've missed ya too." Her being confined to quarters had galled him to no end. "Keepin' ya cooped up, under guard, made me madder than a nest of stirred up hornets." He gathered her hands up to his mouth, planting worshipful kisses on their backs. "I admire the way you never lose your cool, darlin', no matter how extreme the circumstance becomes. External factors like Pa'nar Syndrome and trellium D poisonin', don't count." Sensuously, T'Pol wreathed her arms around his neck, enthralling him, owning every inch of him. Coming up for air, his tongue still partially hanging out of his mouth, Trip huskily purred her name into her ear, and suggestively followed up, "I have no problem with manipulation, darlin'. I'll never look at putty the same way again. Mold me..." Impulsively, she cemented her lips firmly with his until he incoherently mumbled about needing air. Kissing the point of her ear, Trip tried to sound more professional. "After I speak with the cap'n, got plans?" "A session?" The crisp glee in his voice had an enlivening ring to it after living on a ship where mirth had, for all intents and purposes, been banished for far too many days. "N-P our way. Can't get enough." He ducked out of the enclosure and the privacy it had lent, not departing before throwing her a wink. "Usual time. Promise I won't be late." When he saw the unmistakable glint dance in her eyes, he laughed. He blew her a kiss, then coached, "You're supposed to catch it." He waved a hand at her. "I'll demonstrate later. See ya." There was a definite bounce to his step. T'Pol left the enclosure and continued on her way to the command center. Her work with Hoshi was far from over. They'd just begun making a dent in the data previously collected. Despite the captain's stripping his first in command of her rank, and not rescinding his decision, as yet, she owed whatever she had to give to this crew, her adopted family. Rank and position had nothing to do with it. The Xindi, and whoever sided with them, could not prevail. Loyalty and the keenest sense of belonging, belonging like never before in her life, which made a real difference to her, were paramount. TBC [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] ------------------------ Yahoo! Groups Sponsor ---------------------~--> Buy Ink Cartridges or Refill Kits for your HP, Epson, Canon or Lexmark Printer at MyInks.com. Free s/h on orders $50 or more to the US & Canada. http://www.c1tracking.com/l.asp?cid=5511 http://us.click.yahoo.com/mOAaAA/3exGAA/qnsNAA/5x3olB/TM ---------------------------------------------------------------------~-> Yahoo! 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