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Get Us Out of Here - Ch 4
Get Us Out of Here
Rating: R, to give the muse room
Category: Don’t know until the story ends
High pitched female squeals distracted T’Pol thus staying Trip’s metaphorical execution. She almost nipped Trip’s hand with the zipper of her suit as she tugged it closed. She rolled on to her belly peering toward the deep laughter that followed the squeals like a bizarre echo. Trip flopped face down, throwing his right arm protectively across T’Pol’s back. He too strained to see who the intruders were.
A flaxen haired girl, with flushed cheeks, wearing a cigarette skirt and a tailored jacket over a white blouse ran into the clearing. She wore sturdy leather shoes and ankle socks on her feet. Her feet made a dull thud across the dry ground. From the swaying bushes behind her emerged a young man dressed in a soldier’s uniform. His cap flew from his head whipped away by a branch. His tie hung loose, and the top button of his uniform shirt was undone.
When the boy soldier caught the girl he whipped her around to face him. She squealed again, not out of fear, but of anticipation. The boy silenced her with a devouring kiss. Trip and T’Pol heard the smack when the couple finally broke for air. The girl became the aggressor, stripping the tie from his neck and completely unbuttoning his shirt. The boy tried to raise the girl’s skirt, but it clung too tightly. He felt for the buttons that held the skirt closed, while he tried to steal a second kiss. Simultaneously the skirt pooled around the ankles of the girl and the boy lost his shirt. The couple were aware only of the taste and feel of each other.
“Come on, T’Pol, we know how this is gonna end,” Trip pulled himself into a crouch. “And they aren’t going to notice any move we make right now.”
T’Pol looked as if she were about to protest.
“Honey, can’t ya tell that that sweet young girl is about to become a woman,” Trip leaned in close, “And that it is going to be a truly intimate experience that isn’t meant to be observed by a pair of ogling strangers, even if one of ‘em is a scientist.”
“I am I observing human intimacy?” T’Pol began to move.
“That’s youthful intimacy,” Trip whispered under his breath, “Just as soon as we find ourselves a barn with a hayloft I plan to let you participate in the mature kind.”
“I will not be required to squeal?”
Trip grinned, “You’ll be moanin’, not squealin.”
Malcolm Reed did not believe in complicated plans. The best ones were easy to remember and easy to execute. This plan was simple. Slip undetected, find the location of the transponder and return with it and whatever or whoever it was attached to.
Who wrote that the best laid schemes o mice and men gang aft a-gley, Malcolm wondered? Burns – Robert Burns – a wiser man there never was. Malcolm held Burns in high esteem, because his first love was an older Scottish lass who having initiated him into the mysteries of the flesh soothed his Sassenach guilt by reading Burns poetry aloud, while Reed recovered.
The acting captain glanced about the shuttlecraft bay taking the measure of his away team. Travis responded to the ache he saw in the eyes of his superior.
“Enterprise has lost her three most senior command officers.” Mayweather dared to rest his hand on Malcolm’s soldiers. “We cannot afford to lose you too. You are doing the right thing for the crew and this mission by staying on board.”
Reed smiled wryly, “Thank you for your support, Travis. Doing the right thing has never been harder than at this moment.” They shook hands. “Bring him back alive, Travis.”
“Yes, sir.” Mayweather snapped to attention, proud that he had been asked to lead the rescue mission.
“Hoshi,” Malcolm offered his hand, “Your linguistic skills have proved invaluable innumerable times, but never more than today.”
“Thank you, sir,” she said pulling her hand away puzzled somewhat that Reed had held it a moment longer than necessary.
Malcolm shook the hands of the two MACOs who completed the team. “Major Hayes set the finest example of courage. I know you will live up to it.” The pair beamed, pleased with his praise of Hayes and his faith in them.
To the young pilot, who would drop the team and return to Enterprise he gave a few last minute instructions. Then bid the team God Speed, as his seafaring ancestors had for generations.
The Vulcan equivalent to adrenaline purged her lust. Control returned. T’Pol was able to focus on the mission again. The temptation of a tryst in a hayloft was replaced by the drive to complete their mission.
“We have unfinished business.” T’Pol halted in a rock outcropping that provided protection from observation plus a view of the valley below.
She was not referring to the proposed lesson in human intimacy, Trip decided, taking his cue from her tone of voice and body language. The return of the cool, collected and distant T’Pol was some what disappointing, but not unwelcome. Although Trip believed they had been on the edge of a breakthrough in their relationship, he was not certain what his answer to her question would have been.
“To avoid contaminating the timeline any further, we must stop the enemy before he makes contact with Hitler.” T’Pol was thinking out loud. “Did Daniels leave us a clue in that sack?”
The junior pilot had flown the shuttle far out to sea, beyond radar range. Flying low to avoid detection, meters above the wave tops, under the cover of darkness he began the approach. This was a feet wet mission. He advised the team that they were 60 seconds from the drop zone. They inserted mouth pieces and tested their self contained underwater breathing apparatus.
“To lighten the mood,” Travis asked, “When we get back, we pull for the short straw. Loser gets to tell Commander Tucker that we used his diving gear.”
“Ten seconds to drop zone.”
“All the sack contained was a 1939 copy of Baedeker’s Austria.” Trip pulled it out and showed it to her. “Train schedules, bus routes, road maps and descriptions of the best places to eat in a 30 km radius.”
“Much may have changed in 5 years.” T’Pol flipped the pages. “Did you glean any useful knowledge while I slept?”
“Other than I take great pleasure in watching you sleep?” He had meant his remark to be teasing, but surprised both of them with the sincerity of it.
“Other than that,” she said softly, aware that nothing and everything had changed. Was this intimacy she wondered?
Trip pointed below. “You can see the train station at the south end of town. Steam is rising from the smokestack.” His hand moved 20 degrees to the east. “That’s the town hall. Just north of the town is a small landing strip.” He pointed further north. “Can you see the Eagle’s Nest, half up that mountainside, atop a rocky outcropping?”
“Our unknown enemy must manoeuvre and invitation to that mountain top,” T’Pol glanced at the town again, “And he must begin his travels down there. He will arrive either by train or air.”
“And I’m bettin’ it’s by train.”
Hoshi was shivering with cold. Travis fearful that she was experiencing the first symptoms of hypothermia rubbed his hands vigorously up and down her arms. This was not how she imagined Travis’ first touch.
The MACO’s stowed their diving gear for retrieval on exit. They broke the weapons out of waterproof bags and stripped off their wet suits.
Once again, Hoshi’s fantasy collided uncomfortably with reality. Travis had begun to undress her. The MACO’s gallantly turned their heads. Mayweather did not notice her blush.
Malcolm carried lonely like a turtle its shell. It had become so much a part of his persona that he never noticed its presence, until he sat in the captain’s chair after the away team had departed. He was only too aware that Enterprise and the talents of her crew were the only resources he had to protect them in a hostile world where friends might be enemies.
Friends? Malcolm had an idea.
End of Part 4
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Hmm, I wonder what idea Malcolm has come up with? Has to involve stonking big explosions, right? No fun if he can't blow up half the planet. I like the way Trip and T'Pol are getting slowly closer too. Ali D :~)
Ah, saved by the bell, Trip Tucker!
“I will not be required to squeal?”
Ah yes, please! :-))))))))
Luck, it would seem, is on Trip's side. I cracked up when she asked him if she'd be required to squeal. I love how Trip is able to juggle his obvious intention to make love to T'Pol with this nearly impossible situation they are in. Very sexy.
^^ What they said!
Nagging mode -- come on where's that NC-17 moanin'!??!??!?! later i know.
Oh Hoshi... you gotta just turn your head to see who loves and wants you.
Love Love Love this. Keep it coming.