Alpha Waves - Pt 5

Alpha Waves

By Aquila

Rating: R
Category: Angst, Romance
Summary: Sequel to Beta Waves – T’Pol meets her Father and trips.

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Part 5

“I’m listening,” whispered Travis in Hoshi’s ear, capturing her outstretched hands in one of his.

She turned her head toward him. Their noses and forehead touched.

“I overheard Captain Archer telling Ambassador Soval that he expected you to be in line for the captaincy of the NX-04.”

While serving as Enterprise’s chief communications officer Hoshi had earned a reputation for her discretion and the accuracy of her information. Mayweather was inordinately pleased that she had heard the rumour, but even more pleased that he could move out of the rumour column into the fact column.

“My orders are to report to the Centre for Intergalactic Relations when my leave ends.”

“Congratulations,” she said before kissing him so deeply that he could no longer maintain his hold on her hands. “Have you any idea where they plan to send you when you graduate?”

Travis scooped her up so that she lay like a blanket on top of him. She put her hands together and rested her chin on them to continue the conversation.

“A six month assignment at Headquarters with Admiral Benuto,” he answered, “If I survive that, then it will be two more years in space as a Lieutenant Commander.”

“Then two years as an XO, Commander Mayweather.” She imagined. “You’ll be the youngest captain in Starfleet history.”

“A lot can go wrong between now and then,” he cautioned, running his hands up and down her back, letting them come to rest on her ass.

“The ultimate goal is an extended mission in an exploration ship?” She knew the Starfleet career paths as well as he, but wanted to here the answer in his own words.

“I’m a boomer. Space is home to me.” He pushed up with his pelvis, which caused her to squirm, much to his delight.

“But a boomer’s life includes family,” she reminded him. “Choosing Starfleet deep space exploration is…”

“Contrary to the values of my ancestors,” he admitted. “That’s the reason my Dad was so angry with me for attending the Academy.” Just to feel the contact the length of his torso, he pulled her up for a quick kiss. “What has my future plans got to do with your proposal?”

She turned her head to rest her cheek on his chest, snaking her arms around his body. “Respecting ancestors is an old tradition in my culture too.” She let her legs slip to either side of his body, her knees resting on the mattress. “I feel a responsibility to ensure a future that is in conflict with my personal ambitions.”

To Travis, this was surprising news. “You want kids, but?”

“But I don’t want a permanent liaison with the man who father’s my children,” she said sliding backward so that their bodies were once again joined.

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Archer’s eyes opened wide. He knew how to find Trip. It came to him in the twilight between afterglow and sleep. Gently he pushed aside the bedclothes, hoping to avoid awakening his companion, not because he was gallant, but because he did not want her to witness his next actions.

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The panels that hid the communication equipment slid open of their own accord, startling the couple.

To T’Pol’s raised eyebrow Trip responded, “I have it rigged to open when certain communication traffic occurs.”

T’Pol rose to her feet. Her dress slid down her body seductively. Trip immediately imagined it sliding up again with his help. He shook his head. Less complicated matters required his attention.

“Make yourself at home,” Trip said, pulling the chair into position in front of the keyboard. She had been dismissed.

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“Whoa,” cried Travis, “The helm is out of control.”

They were wolfing down a room service dinner that Hoshi had insisted on ordering.

“Your debriefing session starts on Monday. We need to maintain your stamina.” Her wicked grin conveyed a different message, one that made agreeing to her request the only course of action.

“I’m serious,” Hoshi assured him, halting the transfer of a piece of steak half way between the plate and her mouth.

“That’s what’s scares me,” admitted her bath-robed lover.

“The idea doesn’t interest you?” Hoshi was disappointed, until he replied.

“I am very interested, which is even scarier.” The smile that lit up her face at his reply dissolved the fear.

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Sheila opened one eye in response to the dip in the mattress, “Can’t sleep?”

Archer looked at her speculatively, “I don’t want to sleep.”

She raised the sheets in invitation, “Neither do I.”

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“Just how hard are we supposed to be searching for Trip and T’Pol,” asked Major Hayes of Lieutenant Reed?

They were sitting on bar stools in a posh restaurant in a hotel in the Union Square district.

“Hard enough to satisfy Soval and inefficiently enough to give Trip and T’Pol four uninterrupted days to do whatever it is they are doing,” was the satisfactory reply.

Hayes stirred his drink. “We aren’t going to get through that list of Trip’s in four days.”

Reed nodded in agreement, “But it will be damn fun trying.”

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“What was the Captain’s message?” T’Pol asked from the bed.

Trip stopped in his tracks. He was so concentrated on his task that he missed the unfolding. “How did you know it was from Jon?”

“You are a Starfleet officer,” she replied patting the mattress by her side. “You would not abandon your duties even for me.”

Trip looked at from the dress pooled on the floor; to the shoes poking topsy-turvy from under the bed, then back to the vision of T’Pol sitting in his bed. Certainty overwhelmed him. For T’Pol he was prepared to abandon everything.

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“What do you get out of this?” Hoshi had done an excellent job of communicating the benefits to his life. Travis needed more.

Asking the question erased any apprehension she had felt about the plan. They had spent three years together in life threatening circumstances. She believed she knew the man, now she was certain.

“My best friend father’s my children,” she ticked that point off on one finger. She paused significantly before presenting the second benefit, “And spectacular sex.”

Travis threw off the bathrobe and dove for Hoshi, who screamed in mock fright. “Did you know that making babies for woman who live all their lives in space is a difficult proposition?” He nibbled on her neck. “The human biology courses for Boomer males include as many techniques for making babies as techniques for preventing them.’

He pulled away to examine Hoshi’s face, “You knew!”

He liked the way she blushed in acknowledgement. “Want me to show you some?”

“I thought you would never ask.”

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“What was the message from the Captain?” T’Pol repeated once Trip had climbed into bed.

“Why are you going to the moon?” He waited.

Nothing.
“Good night, T’Pol,” he said turning his back on her.

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