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A Fine Mess-Ch. 15A Fine Mess By Chianna PG - Action/Adventure/Romance Chapter 15 T’Pol Assets ************ Malcolm returned to engineering with supplies and more help. The Captain was already covered in dust and grime. He was in the thick of the mess carefully choosing wreckage to remove. As he approached with Travis, the Commander gave them a weak smile. "Captain, I have to suggest that as our commanding officer, you should withdraw to a safe distance." "Malcolm. You know that’s not an option." Archer failed to fill in that now that his father was gone, loosing Trip would be like loosing the last connection that he had to the kid that used to launch model starships with his dad on the beach. Malcolm contemplated that though the captain was sometimes more "spontaneous" than he preferred, it was this and his dedication to his crew that made him a superior officer in more ways than one. Watching his efforts to free his fellow officer, Reed knew that he’d follow this man to hell and, if any one could do it Archer could – back again. T’Pol made her way, mostly crawling and sometimes pulling herself gingerly through the debris. The plasma torch had been useful, as some smaller pieces of debris had to be removed. Some of the wreckage, snagging on her uniform, seemed to try to pull her back. She would have to look into replacing this uniform when she was finished. "Commander, I’m within three meters of your position. There is some interference with the tricorder, so could you keep talking for a moment so that I can get a fix on your position? "Sure. How’s this? You’re nuts if you think that I’d crawl through this mess to save your sorry ass." T’Pol found the commander and took in the situation. The commander did not overstate his predicament, T’Pol contemplated. "Really Commander, just a moment ago I heard you mumble that you would gladly kick my lovely ass from here to Alpha Centori - if you got your hands on me." She then added, "The inconsistency of your evaluation leads me to believe that we may need to be more concerned about your head injury than we have been thus far."
Tucker’s direct gaze and smile took the sting out of his next words, "My what big ears you have sub commander..." Ignoring the commander’s attempt at humor, she injected him with a hypospray that Dr. Phlox had said would ease the engineer’s breathing.
For a moment, there was silence and then an odd keening noise that sounded like whale song. The chief engineer knew what that sound meant. It was the song of metal straining under stress. ***************** Continued in Chapter 16 Have a comment to make about this story? Do so in the Trip Fan Fiction forum at the HoTBBS! |