This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday meme -an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt: “enthuse.” Add a prefix or suffix to it or leave it as it is and go to town with it!
My kids and I were camping, last weekend and I had no internet access. It was a wonderful trip – and I’m glad to be home, and back here, swimming in the stream of consciousness!
I don’t own Star Trek, and I make no money from these stories. They’re my passion and my playground, which I freely share.
This passage is rated PG-13 for language and suggestiveness. Proceed at your own discretion.
This “add-on” scene takes place between S1E1 and 2:“Broken Arrow”, the series premiere, and S1E3: “Fight or Flight”. Mild spoilers for both.
“All right, T’Pol – enthuse me.”
“‘Enthuse’?” She looked at the Cap’n, her voice flat. “I’m uncertain I understand how ‘enthusing’ you will serve this ship’s mission.”
Trip watched her. Arrogant – she was the most arrogant woman he’d ever met. He damned sure should’ve expected that; every Vulcan he’d ever met had been as arrogant as hell.
Why should she be any exception?
“Tell me something exciting – something worth exploring.”
Trip had a powerful memory of her extremely enthusiastic response to his first kiss – damn, gotta stop thinking about that, or the enthusiasm she’d shown when she went over his shoulders five times with that decon gel, when only once would’ve done the trick.
Yeah, he’d damned well better stop thinking about it – because certain parts of him were far more than slightly enthusiastically eager to have more of her amazingly considerable charms…yeah, he could spend the rest of his life exploring her charms -being pinned beneath her, her frantic motions damned near sealing the deal even with all the clothes they’d had between them –
“Scientifically speaking, Captain, this region of space has very little that even humans might deem ‘exciting’.”
It had been exciting, and more than a little scary, when she’d slammed him back into the wall, then sagged against him, so that he had to pull her in close, feel those curves and muscles against him, and then he’d been so overwhelmed by the undeniable womanliness of her form that he’d bent to kiss her…
“I wasn’t speaking scientifically, T’Pol. Come on, there’s got to be something we can look at, or take readings of.”
“I’ve been reviewing the specifics of Enterprise‘s mission,” T’Pol’s face never shifted, never revealed a hint of any emotion. Probably no one else aboard would believe him if he told them what he had shared with her, in that cell, and in the decon chamber. She’d played with his ear – even, he thought, made a joke about failing to see his point… “It is extremely vague in its determination of what parameters define circumstances worthy of deeper research.”
You’re worthy of deeper research, T’Pol… But he couldn’t say that aloud, at least not where anyone else could hear him – and she sure as hell wasn’t letting him close enough anymore to say it where no one else would. Not since she’d walked in on Claire Simmons-or-whatever-her married-name-was planting on on him.
Damn his luck, and being so enthusiastic about being a gentleman….
“Well, it’s about time you started getting a handle on how we think. Trip, you’re Mister Enthusiasm – clue her in. What’s worth a better look?”
“With all due respect, Captain, I have already had more experience with Commander Tucker’s – enthusiasm – than I find agreeable.” Her stare fixed on him, and it was glacial. Like the biting air on Rigel 10…Trip had to suppress a shiver.
He pretended not to notice her glare, or to know a damned thing about what she was talking about. Better just to answer the Cap’n, and get out of this as fast as he could. “Well, there’s three Minshara class planets within three days at Warp Four, sir.”
“Now that’s something to get enthusiastic about. T’Pol, any life signs on any of Commander Tucker’s worlds?”
“Yes, sir.” She used her paired fingers to indicate one of the blips on the display, and her perfume wafted up to his nose as she leaned in, that delicious citrus and sandalwood laced with mineral scents. “This planet indicates lower levels of life, up to simple invertebrates. Neither of the others contains more than a scattered array of microbial life.”
“Simple invertebrates, eh?” If he had to put up with her freezing him out after revving him up, he was damned well gonna tease her once in a while, to get even. “Well, T’Pol, maybe you’re just really out of practice with being enthusiastic, but that sure as hell enthuses me!”
Jon gave him that look that said he knew Trip was up to something, but didn’t know quite what and didn’t really want to, either.
“Honestly, I’m not so sure I’m enthused. But, since you are, Trip, work with T’Pol to get the sensors set up the way she wants them, and be prepared to open up your engines. We might as well go have a look.”
“Shall we begin, Commander? I am uncertain as to whether I understand your enthusiasm, and I don’t share it. However, if it will make this assignment proceed more efficiently than our initial efforts to modify the sensors, I support it.”
“Well, I guess I should be thankful for small favors, then.” Like the view he got when he did the gentlemanly thing and let her go into the turbolift ahead of him…
Now there was something to enthuse a man.