A to Z – the final blogging frontier…
Captain’s Log: April 18, 2016
These are the fan fiction voyages of the starship Enterprise (NX-01), the first Warp Five capable Terran craft. Humans are now able to explore strange new worlds, seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go….
I don’t own Enterprise or her crew. No monetary profit is gained from these stories. I just want to share my passion for these characters and their world.
Trip uses the excuse of repairing the Vulcan monks’ equipment to observe T’Pol, who doesn’t seem to be handling being a hostage very well…
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Trip kept a watchful eye on the room and its occupants while he puttered with the archaic Vulcan transceiver’s power pack. This was the first Vulcan technology he’d ever had the chance to study, even if it probably was a museum piece. He was damned well going to learn all he could about it while he had it. Besides, he’d figured out a long time ago that people tended to ignore him when they thought he was working, which left him free to observe.
Well, most people, that is…
T’Pol, was huddled up by the window, arms around her knees, watching him, even though she closed her eyes every time he looked at her. The way she was acting made him nervous. There was something going on with her in the Mess Hall last night, and whatever it was was still eating at her. It was in the way she was all hunched up the wall, not talking with anyone, like she wanted everyone to forget she was here.
Damn. He ought to have kept the blanket Sektin offered him, so he could give it to her. Maybe it wouldn’t help, but she looked so damned alone, and he wanted to make this easier on her, whatever the hell ‘this’ was. When he was little, he liked to hide under blankets when life got too rough. Might help her feel a little safer, too, and it would keep her warmer than her thin uniform could.
Every monk but the leader was ignoring her, and not very politely. They weren’t treating him or Jon that way. T’Pol herself hadn’t initiated a conversation since they got here. Now, she was far from what anyone would call chatty, and her grasp of small talk was just about nonexistent, but she wasn’t usually anything like the silent waif in the corner.
The blanket went to Jon, who started badgering T’Pol to take it. She refused – no surprise there. Even now, she was going to play Tough Little Vulcan. Not that she didn’t have every right to. On a good day, she could probably take out four armed Andorians all by herself. These blue guys were mighty agitated, but they didn’t seem to be any stronger than your average human, and they weren’t the size of Klingons, so she’d have the advantage.
And that meant that this wasn’t a good day for T’Pol.
Trip just wished he knew why. Why the toughest woman he’d ever met was acting like a scared little girl with no friends, and why he got the idea that finding out why was going to spell trouble for all of them….
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