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Negotiations - Ch 7
By Hoshi’s Sis
A/N: Takes place after they have left the Expanse at the end of Season 3, but before the Season 4 episode, “Home.”
Captain Archer, who was in the middle of walking Porthos to sickbay to check on him, raced through the door at the sound of Trip’s first scream. “Trip,” shouted Archer as he found him on the floor struggling to get up.
“Gotta get help…. …. …. …. Cap’n and T’Pol are hurt….. dieing,” stuttered Trip, who was still in a confused state.
“I’m fine, I’m right here.”
“I killed them…… I killed them…….”
“Trip, you’ve killed no one, your in sickbay, we’re fine.” said Archer, as he grabbed him by the shoulders and tried to shake him out of his very realistic nightmare.
“Cap’n…… is that you?”
“It’s me Trip,”
“Damn Cap’n,” said Trip running his hand threw his hair, completely shaken from his last tormented vision, “that was too damn real.”
“That bad eh…”
“Yep….”, Trip replied as he tried to raise himself off the floor, but he felt so damn weak his arms just gave out the minute he put his weight on them. “Damn I thought that shot Doc gave me would’ve made be feel better by now. I feel as weak as a new born kitten.”
“Here let me help,” said Trip, helping him off the floor. Well that was the idea, except he practically had to haul him off the ground and onto the bed, since Trip didn’t seem to have the energy to lift a finger, never mind stand up. “I’m going to comm.… Phlox, there’s no way you should still be like this.”
“Ya preaching to the choir here, Cap’n.”
“Phlox……. report to sickbay immediately.”
Five minutes later Phlox walked into sickbay; he had been getting himself some breakfast from the mess hall when the comm. came through.
“Ahhh… Commander, I see that you are finally awake. Lets take a look at you shall we, how are you feeling?”
“Pretty damn crappy actually if ya want the truth.”
“In what way are you feeling crappy,” asked Phlox with a frown on his face as studied the results on the tricorder.
“I feel completely drained with no energy what so ever. It’s just not like me at all.”
“I practically had to drag him on the bed from the floor,” said Archer.
“What were you doing on the floor?” inquired Phlox.
“He’s having bad dreams again,” replied Archer.
“Hey….. one nightmare does make a plural,” said Trip, throwing Archer an angry look, “so why do I still feel so tired and lifeless? I thought that injection you gave me last night was supposed to perk me up a bit.”
“That injection was supposed to boost up your iron level and your metabolism. I don’t understand why, but it doesn’t seem to have had any effect. I’ll give you another shot but I think I should do some more tests to determine the cause of this problem.”
“Tests!............. Awww Doc, please …………… no more. I promise ya I’ll be good, go straight to ma quarters an lie down,” pleaded Trip throwing one of his trademark puppy dog looks.
Captain Archer just rolled his eyes and smiled, having been on the end of these looks on quite a few occasions previously.
“You win on this occasion, Commander, but I will personally pop in to make sure you are resting quietly and I want to see you for another check up tonight also,” said Phlox with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face, “those are my terms and they are not up for debate.”
“You’re a star, Doc, an if I didn’t think you’d enjoy it so much, I’d give ya a kiss,” smirked Trip as Captain Archer helped him off the bed.
“Goodbye, Commander,” smiled Phlox as he turned around to go to his workstation on the other side of the room.
“Did ya bring me some clothes to wear,” asked Trip who was just wearing his Starfleet blues.
“I was walking Porthos, why would I stop in your quarters to bring you some clothes when I didn’t even know Phlox was releasing you?”
“Ya can’t expect me to walk back to ma quarters in ma underwear?”
“It’s not as if you haven’t done it before,” smirked Archer as they walked up to the door, “anyway I don’t want to deny the woman on board another chance of adding more video capture shots of your butt for their portfolio’s. I heard Hoshi and Cutler got quite a lot from that time with the aliens with the funny ears.
“Smart ass,” replied Trip, throwing him a dirty look.
“I could pull you up on subordination for that, Commander,” smiled Archer with a twinkle in his eye.
“Sorry, you’re a smart ass sir,” laughed Trip as Archer helped him walk back towards his quarters. “Do they really have pictures of me in ma blues,” asked Trip as he coyly glanced around the corridor.
“I heard Hoshi and Cutler both talking one night about how they had made quite a stash from their hoard of black market pic’s, until T’Pol found out that is and confiscated the lot,” teased Archer in a quiet voice.
“Ha…. Ha…. very funny.”
“Who’s being funny, I’m serious,” winked Archer, “why do you think she’s suddenly go no room to store her candles in her unit no more,” he laughed.
Trip didn’t know if Captain Archer was being serious or not but he was damn sure he was going to find out the next time he was in her quarters.
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T'Pol may have a stash of Trip pics, hee hee hee.
Excellent! I can't wait to see what comes next! keep going! (btw, there should be a warning. I nearly doused my keyboard with milke when I got to Archer's line about video caps. hilarious!) ....btw, can we see the scene where T'Pol discovers the stash and confiscates it??