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Time After Time-Pt. 3Time After Time PART THREE: Chapters 9-12 By Aeryn Alexander If you're lost you can look and you will find me Chapter Nine A Change of Command In the engineering section of the ship, Commander Tucker and his engineers were doing everything possible to maintain the ship’s systems and restore power to areas that had lost it. The fact that the deflectors were down had barely registered when the ship almost simultaneously seemed to slow and to shake as an object collided with it. ****** Chapter Ten Putting in the Plug Ensign Sato knew the communications system was going to be the next thing to go when she closed communications with engineering and Commander Tucker, who didn’t sound quite himself. Malcolm and T’Pol were have little success locating the elusive leak, which was probably all but invisible to the human eye. Archer tugged at her arm as he saw her looking at them. “Hoshi, with your hearing you might have better luck. I’ll try to disable these damn alarms.” Archer told her, moving her out of his way. “Yes, sir.” she nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to remember the exercise T’Pol had taught her while aboard a Klingon vessel. When the sirens ceased their wailing and silence filled the bridge, Hoshi heard the sound of a soft hiss, and she knew exactly where it was coming from. “Over there!” she yelled pointing to an area just below the right side of the view screen. Malcolm, who was nearest to the screen, practically leapt for the area to which she had pointed and began feeling the bulkhead. In only seconds his fingertips detected a cool spot and a wisp of air flowing out of the bridge. He pressed his index finger over the hole and breathed a sigh of relief. “I’ve got it, sir!” he informed Archer. “Well, don’t let it go, Mister Reed.” he said, smiling with relief before turning his attention to T’Pol and Crewman Monroe, formerly the helmsman. “Now we need something to patch that hole with.” the captain told them. “Other than my finger. What am I? The little Dutch boy?” muttered Malcolm uncomfortably. Hoshi, the only one who caught the remark, giggled and asked, “Does anyone have some chewing gum?” T’Pol only raised an eyebrow, but Archer grinned and started toward his ready room. “I think I may have the answer to our dilemma.” he said. ************ Chapter Eleven Seeking Advice
While the rest of staff went about their appointed task of getting the Enterprise through the ion storm, Tucker leaned against the wall by the comm panel located the greatest distance from his personnel. The last thing he wanted was to reveal his memory loss to them. If they lost confidence in his ability as an engineer, it could endanger the lives of the trapped crew members. He did not want to see that happen. “Trip to Phlox, can I have a few minutes of your time, doc?” he asked over the comm system, shifting uncomfortably as he made the request. “I have a number of patients, but I can spare just a few minutes if you need them.” answered Phlox. “The captain put me in charge of the ship. He’s trapped up on the bridge ... with T’Pol and some other officers. I really need my memory back, doc, if I’m going to have any hope of getting them out of there.” Tucker explained. “I see.” said the doctor. The tone of his voice told Trip that he was frowning. “You gave me something to make me lose it. Can’t you just give me something so that I can get it back?” questioned Commander Tucker. “I am sorry, but two wrongs don’t make a right.” said Phlox firmly. “I’m open to any suggestions you may have, doc.” sighed Trip, rubbing his eyes with one hand while the other clenched into a fist. He wanted to hit the comm panel in the hopes that it would reduce the frustration that he felt so keenly. “Captain Archer has faith in you. Just keep that in mind and do your best. Now, I have injured crewmen to treat, commander.” said Phlox, giving him the only advice that came to mind and then closing communications. “I guess it’s about time that I look over the specs for this thing.” muttered Trip to himself as he left the panel to join his fellow engineers in their work.
Chapter Twelve Four hours, Twenty Minutes
“T’Pol, can you estimate how long our air supply will last?” inquired Archer from the captain’s chair. The air on the bridge seemed thinner to him, but he wanted to chalk that up to nerves and his imagination, well aware that it could be either or both and not the sickening reality of the situation. “I can give you an estimate, sir.” said the science officer, who was standing ramrod straight at her post. “It is approximately four hours and twenty minutes until the remaining oxygen becomes unbreathable and we all suffocate.” Malcolm blinked uncomfortably and looked down at the dark tactical station, wondering, “Did I sound like that when I was trapped on the shuttlepod with Commander Tucker? He was a saint not to shove me out the airlock.” “Thank you, T’Pol.” said Archer, more than half wishing that he had not asked her. It would have been better not to know. “You are welcome, captain.” she said neutrally. “What should we do?” asked Hoshi, who had gravitated toward Lieutenant Reed. Despite his rather negative outlook, he continued to exude a demeanor of unperturbable calm and composure. “I recommend that we avoid conversation and excess motion in order to conserve our limited supply of air.” said T’Pol, nodding toward Crewman Monroe as her example. He was sitting in a corner with his knees drawn up to his chest. “Agreed.” said Archer. “Everyone, at ease and take a seat.” he ordered, looking T’Pol in the eye as he spoke. She inclined her chin slightly and raised one eyebrow in her uniquely Vulcan way before having a seat on the floor, which was growing slightly cool to the touch by her standards. Malcolm and Hoshi sat down quietly behind the tactical station with their backs to the bulkhead. The lieutenant could not help but admire her composure. She had come so far in such a short amount of time. No more screaming for Ensign Sato. He smiled at her and lightly patted her hand. A smile touched her lips as she grasped his hand in her own. His eyebrows shot up in surprise, and she barely suppressed a giggle. He had given her a kiss, a quick peck on the cheek given presumably because she had avowed her confidence in him during trying times. Was it so unbelievable that she might wish to hold his hand during times that were also less than ideal? The shock vanished from his features as swiftly as it had appeared there and he squeezed her hand tightly. It was not unbelievable at all. Have a comment to make about this story? Do so in the Trip Fan Fiction forum at the HoTBBS! |