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Get Us Out of Here - Ch 8

Author - Aquila
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Get Us Out of Here

By Aquila

Category: Don’t know until the story ends
Rating: R, to give the muse room
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.
Spoilers: Yes – don’t read this if you don’t want to know.
Summary: Things didn’t turn out quite like Daniels expected. Trip and T’Pol and the crew of the Enterprise have to clean up his mess. Again.

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Part 8

Hoshi stayed Mayweather by placing her hand on his right forearm. Travis dropped back into a crouch beside her. His heart flipped at the sight of her dirt covered face and tousled hair.

“What’s wrong?” He tried to keep the concern from his voice. This was his first away mission with someone to whom he was attracted.

“This is too easy.” She cocked her head, waiting for Travis to process the observation.

“Too easy,” he reined in his impulse to draw her into his arms to comfort her. “How?”

“No patrol, no dogs,” she began the list, “An uninterrupted run to the target.” She fell back against the muddy bank. “My intuition tells me that when we go over the top of that embankment we’re going to be mowed down by 20th Century style projectiles.”

Travis opened his mouth, but she cut him off. She had misinterpreted his concern as disapproval of her delaying tactics. “No, I’m not being skittish – something is wrong.”

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“If I explain the quantum rules that govern the subatomic level of the universe...”

The eyes of his captive audience glazed over. Malcolm tried again.

“You remember me, I am Malcolm, your son,” he said turning to his father for affirmation. “Winnie, am I not your cousin?”

Winston nodded.

Noel spoke, “We concede that you are our cousin, Malcolm. Aunt Phillippa and Uncle Frederick obviously accept you as their son. We need no further proof.”

Randall suggested, “You have always been rather eccentric, old boy – never one for the status quo. You can understand our…concern…about the veracity of your explanation of your three-year absence.”

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The bed creaked and the mattress rocked. Trip was moving again. T’Pol tried to fathom this repositioning. Her first clue to his whereabouts was warm, moist breath on her temple. Ah, she thought, he is on his hands. He has placed them on either side of me. His knees are still between my legs. She dug her nails into the palm of her hands to stifle the impulse to run them through his hair.

“Tell me about this unrecognizable woman you’ve encountered.” The words rested gently in her ear, coaxing and encouraging.


Following his cue, she lowered her voice and placed her mouth close to his temple. They were not touching, yet a current of energy pass between them igniting her lust.

“This stranger is complete only in your presence.” She said nothing for a second or two as she gathered her thoughts.

That was a feeling Trip knew only too well. He recalled he had lain in his bunk after the fifth neuropressure session bereft. Not at the loss of Lizzie, but the absence of T’Pol. Acknowledging the change had terrified him. What she must have felt he could not imagine.

“She finds excuses to place herself in your company.” T’Pol thought of the alien generator she had brought to him when instead she could have sent a crewman to deliver it.

An image of her comforting hand on his shoulder appeared in his mind. She had made the gesture on two different occasions. One occurred when she delivered the alien generator. He had cried without shame in her presence, drawing comfort from her touch.

“She will join Starfleet if we should succeed in our mission.” T’Pol continued, “She is prepared to give up all that is familiar to her to be near you. She places We before I.”

“We before I,” he echoed. ”I yearn for an Us. TripnT’Pol, T’PolnTrip – a being made of two hearts and minds, better than either of us alone.”

A new sound hovered on the edge of her awareness. She strained to identify it. Ah, she thought – that is the sound of a tie slipping from a collar and being thrown aside. Her tongue teased her lips in anticipation. The whisper of buttons slipping out of buttonholes followed. The mattress began to rock. He must be removing his shirt. Does her hear the anticipation of my heart?

His voice floated on the darkness. “T’Pol?”

T’Pol gasped at the sound of his belt sliding out of the loops and onto the bed.

“Can you live with the new T’Pol?” She heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered. “When the dawn comes, will we be an us forever?”

T’Pol quivered when she heard the scrape of wool over skin, biting her lip when he used his knees to separate her legs even further.

“Don’t answer right now, darlin’,” she noted the urgency in his voice, “Cause I want to sing the body electric. I need “to be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh.”

“Walt Whitman,” she sighed as they joined their bodies, “It is enough.”

She had finished the paraphrase for him. The last words she spoke for quite some time.

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As the innkeeper on the floor below listened to the slow, steady creak of the bed above change to short sharp stabs punctuated by moans that did not need a universal translator to be understood, he set aside his apprehensions. The failure to present identification had concerned him. He was reassured. The lusty Luftwaffe captain was flying with his willing lady. The innkeeper did not call the authorities as he had planned.

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Fiona Drummond was an opportunist, who was not motivated by selflessness or altruism. Fiona wanted fame and fortune. She was smart enough to understand that the most likely path to her goal was to attach herself to a rising star. Therein lay the limit of her intelligence. Fiona’s judgment had been flawed, a shortcoming she had failed to notice until Malcolm launched into his explanation of temporal wars and saving the universe from evil.

Her seduction of Malcolm years before had been an aberration. She had determined that the other male cousins were far more likely to succeed than the skinny young adolescent with the shy demeanour. She had, in fact, taken pity on him, as close to a selfless act as she had ever come. She had been pleasantly surprised by his inexperienced attention to detail and natural curiosity. He was shy, but not afraid. She had never regretted the tryst, but neither had she attempted to repeat it, until today.

“I have memories that I cannot explain.” Her declaration stopped all conversation.

The stomach of more than one man in the room plummeted. Now was not the time for true confessions from Cousin Fiona. What was Fiona up to? The Clan needed to rally not riot. Randall prepared to silence her but was stopped by Malcolm’s command.

“Tell us, Fiona.”

Acting Captain Reed harboured no illusions about Fiona. He understood that her rekindled interest in him was in response to her perception that his status had improved. He had always admired her forthright ruthlessness, a quality that he knew he lacked. She was equally forthright and ruthless in bed. Perhaps, Malcolm thought with affection, her most appealing quality. A good time was had by all or else when Fiona shared your bed.

Hoshi on the other hand, thought Malcolm, as his family wrangled, debated and plotted, would be high maintenance. She would require tender loving care and compromise. He suspected that her partner would be amply rewarded for his efforts. Yet I don’t want to be continually seeking rewards in a relationship. I would prefer to be the one whose approval is sought. Fiona would be a much more appropriate partner. She would accept long absences when duty called as long as I left enough credits in our account. Hoshi wouldn’t. Fiona understands networking. She would do her part to further my career. Hoshi would expect me to help further hers. Hoshi, who never knew that she had been a contender, lost the title of Mrs. Malcolm Reed to Fiona.

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Travis took Hoshi’s advice, leading them toward the tent by a much longer route that afforded cover. En route the pair discovered a platoon hidden in the high grass on the edge of the meadow ready to ambush anyone who took the shortest path from the stream to the hospital tent.

“That sixth sense of yours is amazing,” whispered Travis as they crouched side by side spying on their ambushers.

“Thank you for trusting me, Travis.” His praise and her thanks were heartfelt. Sato and Mayweather were inching closer to involvement.


End of Part 8



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Seven people have made comments

Aquila, with each new chapter you take me breath away. This is just too perfect. Wow, wow, wow!

Thank you so much for:
“This stranger is complete only in your presence.” ...
“She finds excuses to place herself in your company.” ...
“She will join Starfleet if we should succeed in our mission.” T’Pol continued, “She is prepared to give up all that is familiar to her to be near you. She places We before I.”

THUD!

I don't know what to say? Anything that I come up with seems so inadequate. Your dialogue between Trip & T'Pol is electric, and continues to reach new heights.

I'm going to work with a smile on my face. Thanks

*gasp*

Absolutely wonderful.

oh my... on all the relationship fronts.

Walt Whitman! Oh very nicely used.

Some said electric... I counter with eclectic.

bravo! bravo! more please.

Loved the dialogue between Trip and T'Pol and had a big smile on my face when the innkeeper decided not to turn them in! Hooray, "the world will always welcome lovers as time go by" as the song says. I think Travis and Hoshi will make a great couple too, but not sure about Malcolm and the calculating Fiona. I think Malcolm deserves someone he can love who will love him back. Ali D :~)

Still a bit confused with the Reed family, but I am loving this story and will be patient for how it plays out.