Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!prodigy.com!news.glorb.com!newsprint.newsread.com!early-edition.newsread.com!bad-news.newsread.com!news-toy.newsread.com!netaxs.com!newsread.com!POSTED.monger.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: From: "Elizabeth Helena" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW ENT "Trip, the Light Fantastic" Stephen's challenges (R/Tu implied, A) PG-13 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 138 Date: Sat, 04 Sep 2004 12:55:14 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1094302514 209.198.142.218 (Sat, 04 Sep 2004 08:55:14 EDT) NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 04 Sep 2004 08:55:14 EDT Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:83479 X-Received-Date: Sat, 04 Sep 2004 06:29:38 PDT (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) I am posting this for my beloved friend and beta Adrienne. What, you thought I'd abandoned DS9 ;-) My only additions were as a lowly beta and bulking up her header -- you wouldn't believe how short she made it! Can't have that ;-). Elizabeth Helena ------------------- Title: Trip, the Light Fantastic Author: Adrienne S. Series: ENT Codes: A, P, R/Tu vaguely implied (you may need to squint) Rating: PG-13 for a naughty word Spoilers: If you haven't seen the first season yet, you're clearly a pussy. Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, no copyright infringement is intended. Trip abuse, on the other hand, was wholly intended. Summary: Response to Stephen's "Mea Culpa" AND "Call of Duty" Dedication: To Elizabeth Helena who is the best, most wonderful, greatest beta and friend anyone could ever - what, no I'm not adding any headers, Adrienne, NO DON'T LOOK! Feedback: As I said above, it's all Elizabeth Helena's fault, so any comments can be directed to her at elizabeth loves her thesaurus @hotmail.com (no spaces). Unless, of course, anybody actually likes it and those happy few can send praise to ar 895 @ncf.ca (no spaces). If they want. No pressure. Archiving: Anywhere you like, let me know and I'll do the snoopy dance. Quote: Quotes are for pussies ;-). Trip, the Light Fantastic "I'm really very sorry." Malcolm had gone past meek quite some time ago and was now at abject humility. Trip stiffened his spine and ignored him. Malcolm was quite probably sincere, but Trip was in no mood to forgive. Besides, Malcolm still hadn't apologised for the half hour long bout of laughter after it happened. And the occasional burst of giggles didn't help Malcolm's case any. Trip decided, as Dr. Phlox poked and prodded and waved arcane beeping things across his skin for the umpteenth time, that he would forgive Malcolm the moment any hint of whine crept into his voice. Mind you, forgiveness wasn't going to protect Malcolm from retaliation. As Trip's grandmamma used to say, 'revenge is a dish best eaten cold'. "Well, Commander Tucker, there isn't a great deal I can do," Phlox finally pronounced, with that weird ass grin that always bothered Trip just a little. "Perhaps light filters might help? And you may wish to bring a chair into engineering for a few days to keep the distraction to a minimum. It will wear off eventually, I'm quite sure. You'd know the time frame better than I." Yeah, yeah, that was a big ol' comfort there, Doc, Trip thought as he rolled off the table and pulled on his underwear and uniform trousers. Here I am, on the first long range space exploration mission, and I've already been pregnant, been left half-naked and broke on Risa, gotten frisky with a Vulcan and been peed on by the Captain's damned dog while in command of the bridge. But nothing could be as humiliating as this. Malcolm was going to have to do some heavy duty penance for this. He had gone into this whole thing with dreams of bringing honour to his family and to his species, to serve Captain Archer with faithful loyalty and pride, to do his duty to the very best of his ability. And he thought he had. With each and every assignment, each new contact, each of the many engineering problems, he had risen to the challenge. He had been the epitome of what an officer and a human should and could be. And Malcolm had just gone and fucked it up. The accident had been all Malcolm's fault. He had been working on a new type of flashlight, one that would allow away teams to see what in hell they were doing and still leave their hands free. Non-directional temporary light, illuminating a five metre square area, would be a great asset. He had worked out the physics and the optics of the light for weeks, finally coming up with an energy burst that would cling to any surface and transform into light. It was brilliant, if he said so himself. He hadn't quite worked out the timing of the light, but he had found a way to project it. That part was easy - put the illumination device in a hand held weapon, much like phase pistol, and it was done. Unfortunately, he had just finished installing the device into a modified pistol casing when Malcolm showed up, asking what he was doing. Trip admitted to himself that he really should have explained instead of shrugging and saying that the pistol wasn't a weapon and was harmless. Malcolm had taken up the illumination pistol and looked at it and, with a little mischievous grin, pointed it at Trip and pulled the trigger. Trip had ducked, but Malcolm could shoot the wings off a housefly. The beam of energy - that harmless beam of energy - had hit him squarely in the butt. It didn't hurt, not even a little bit, but Malcolm was going to, he vowed to himself. Just as he was about to leave sickbay, Captain Archer walked in. Malcolm slumped and Trip cringed. Archer himself looked Trip up and down, then walked completely around him twice. "Uh, Trip, I know you generally think the sun shines out your ass, but isn't that taking things a bit too far?" Archer finally commented calmly. Trip did not dignify that with a comment. He merely walked out of sickbay and towards his quarters, forcing both Malcolm and the Captain to shield their eyes as they followed him. END ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: