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Unexpected Redux - Ch 2 & 3
By Hoshi’s Sis
A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Sorry for the confusion. In my summary I was just outlining how the story will go. This first chapter's was generally an outline how setting up the events in the story. Trip hasn't got pregnant yet, that will happen in these next couple of Chapters.
Thanks once again to my beta Peter Simon.
Included are Chapters 2 & 3
The distress call turned out to be from a small, slick vessel carrying two male occupants. It didn’t look that out of the ordinary at first; but as they drew closer, Trip ran several scans to get some idea of the problem they were facing. By now, he was almost salivating at the thought of getting on board of this ship: she was capable of Warp 7.5.
“How much longer, Ensign?” asked Trip, as he pacing up and down behind the Captain’s chair in anticipation.
Before she could reply, “Trip, will you sit down before you wear a hole in the deck plating?” Archer chided his Chief Engineer with feigned annoyance. “Hoshi will put them through as soon as we’re within hailing distance.”
“That ship is capable of Warp 7.5,” Trip said in an eager fashion. “Have ya any idea how long I waited to get a look at engines capable of going that speed?”
“Well, it’s not going anywhere fast,” smiled Archer, “so will you please sit down? Or do I have to kick you off the Bridge, back to your Engine Room?”
With a pout, Trip sat down near the Engineering station, but his constant fidgeting soon had the bridge crew shaking their heads with a smile – he was like a kid waiting to tour a chocolate factory where he had been promised to get as many free samples as he liked.
“Thank you for answering our distress call,” said Trevella over the view screen. “We were concerned about being stranded here for a while; not many ships traverse this space.”
“We are explorers from Earth,” smiled Archer, “and we’re en-route for a nebular cluster bordering this system when we detected your signal. How can we assist you?”
Allion, the other occupant of the ship answered his question. “We are merchant runners from Daled V, and we are a very tight schedule, so there is always too little time for ship’s maintenance. This neglect has finally caught up with us and burned us, I’m afraid. The engine damage is beyond my repair due to a shortage of the necessary parts. Anything you could spare, we would be eternally grateful. It is very important for us to get back on schedule and to make our delivery on time.”
“I’ll send my Chief Engineer over to look it.” Archer offered and grinned when he saw Trip’s eager face. Trip would probably reach Warp 7.5 too on his way over there.
“We’re eternally grateful,” replied Trevella, “Shall we dock with you then?”
Archer nodded, and indicated to Trip to begin making the necessary preparations. As he had predicted, Trip almost jumped to his feet and headed for the Shuttle Bay. He watched his friend leave, and after a moment’s thought Archer turned back to the view screen. “Would you like to come over for a tour of our ship and a meal?” he offered the aliens. “My Chief Engineer could assess the damage in the meanwhile.”
“I’d prefer to stay aboard and help out, if you don’t mind; but hopefully we’ll get a chance to meet properly before the repairs are finished. Thank you again, Captain.”
Without another word, the alien cut off the transmission.
“That wasn’t nice……” Hoshi thought out load and looked at the Captain. “I wonder why they didn’t want to come over?”
“Maybe they are not comfortable around species they are unfamiliar with,” T’Pol suggested.
“If that were the case, they would hardly have asked us for help,” Hoshi countered in a slight sarcastic tone.
“Maybe there not used to small talk?” Malcolm offered.
“Whatever the reason is,” said Archer, settling down into his chair again, “I’m sure Trip will give us a long report on his return.”
“Are you kidding?” Malcolm chuckled to almost everyone’s amusement. “After having seen those engines, we’ll be unable to shut him up for weeks.”
“All is not lost,” said Trevella. “We may be able to turn this to our advantage: we can use the Earthlings to detour our cargo and to throw off our enemies.”
“How do we know if they are even physically capable of carrying her?” asked Allion. “We can’t take any risks! Her survival is our last hope.”
“Don’t worry, the Gods are with us. I ran some bio scans while I was talking to their captain, and the results were quite interesting. Apparently both of their genders are capable of carrying.”
“Both genders? That is unusual,” Allion confirmed
“Quite unusual. The scans showed that the blond Engineer has previously carried a child. So the only thing that stands against us now is time -- time to complete the transfer and our repairs before they close in and find us.”
“How’s it going, Trip?” Captain Archer asked when walking into Engineering. Trip apparently was still packing tools and equipment.
“Just finished packing up -- I’ll need 5 more minutes. Have they docked yet?”
“They’re docking right now. Malcolm’s at the hatch doing some last minute checks.”
Once Trip was finished, the two men walked towards the docking hatch together. “I half expected T’Pol asking to supervise me, considering how their technology is more advanced than ours and all that…..” Trip joked, but when he saw the Captain coyly look away and cover his face with his hands as if trying to hide a smirk, an idea came to him. “She did?” he burst out.
“She mentioned something along those lines.”
“Ya said no, didn’t ya?” asked Trip, a little annoyed.
“She’ll be able to give you a hand.” replied Archer, a little cagily.
“Hell no!” Trip stood in the corridor and with his hands on his hips. “She’ll bug the hell outta me and drive me nuts within the day, treating me like a god-damn kid who’s trying to steal candy.”
“I think your exaggerating, Trip.”
“No I’m not. There is no way I’ll be able to get anything fixed, because she’ll refuse to tell me anything, saying it’s too damn classified for me to know.”
“Trip, I think you’re going a bit overboard here…..”
“Remember how she wouldn’t let me near the Science Station’s sensors after she had re-calibrated to Vulcan specs six months ago? And only then would she let me near them after the Vulcans had upgraded theirs to a higher standard.”
Captain Archer pretended to ignore this. He had heard about the incident after Trip had threatening to boot T’Pol out of the airlock. “She’s got a lot of experience, Trip, and I think you’ll find that useful. I thought you and T’Pol had managed to get past your differences?”
“We have, Cap’n. This is nothing against T’Pol. I still care for her -- even if her feelings aren’t mutual --, and I respect her as my senior officer.”
“I know you do, Trip. I’m sorry it didn’t work out between you. I admire how you both managed to set aside your personal differences during work.”
“Thanks. It’s not been easy, but I learned the hard way that running away doesn’t solve anything. Trip appeared to be in deep thought for a moment before he went on. “Anyway I’m still holding out that she’ll come round to my boyish charm and devilish good looks again,” he smirked, much to Archer’s amusement. “What I meant to say is that Trevella and Allion will be there as well -- it’s their ship, so I think they’ll be able to provide whatever help I’ll need. Besides, it’s only a small ship with limited space, and it’ll be too cramped with T’Pol over there. We’ll just end up getting under each other’s feet.”
Captain Archer looked a bit thoughtful but unconvinced.
“I promise,” Trip urged, “if I need her help, I’ll comm her straight away. I’m pleading for my sanity here, Captain.”
“All right. I’ll pass on the bad news, but if it looks like it’s taking you too long, she’s coming over there, and I don’t care whether she gets under your feet or not.”
“Thanks, Cap’n. I owe ya one.”
Trip was in his element. These engines were amazing, and studying their design gave him some great ideas on how to improve Enterprise’s specs. Plus Trevella and Allion really knew what they were doing when it came to engineering repairs. They taught him quite a few tricks when they modified the spare parts he’d brought in order to align them with their ship’s systems. Trip was impressed: in just less than 48 hours they had completed nearly three quarters of the repairs without significant trouble or problems being encountered.
“Commander, it’s been a while since you’ve last eaten, so why don’t you stop for a break?” Trevella proposed. “I could give you the rest of that tour I promised.”
“Let me just finish adjusting these,” Trip replied, stretching his arms to reach the panel that had been toying with him for the last five minutes, “'cos it’s really beginning to annoy me.”
Trevella smiled. He really liked this young Commander. His eagerness for work and his never ending questions were quite refreshing. The thought that they’d have to use him for their advantage wasn’t a pleasant one, but unfortunately desperate times called for desperate measures.
Their home world was on a straight course to self destruction. Two long warring factions competed for power, and they were determined to blow each other up at all costs. The Daledians, an unbiased faction from a neighbouring system had been brought in as peace negotiators in the hope of ending the war with a cease-fire treaty. Part of that treaty was the arrangement for the son and the daughter of the two reigning families to be joined in union. The Daledians viewed strong family values as the main aspect for maintaining a steady and successful society, so it seems the most appropriate place to start.
One element of maintaining the bloodline was the condition that each powerful ruling family provided gamete samples, which were successful combined and stored in cryo storage. The Daledians proposed that the young couple also comply with this condition as part of the treaty. This embryo would then be housed in cryo storage on Daled V, and should anything happen to its parents; the Daledians would take the embryo to a guardian who would begin preparations for her birth. The Guardians would then care for the child in safe seclusion, returning with her once she reached adulthood, in the hope that she would bridge the divide and unite her people.
The Daledians knew they could trust the Guardians because they had stabilized their own society this way hundreds of years ago. The referred to and looked upon them as Gods, following their rules and laws that were set out on a set of sacred scriptures.
The young couple’s marriage did bring peace for a short period of time, but the Daledians underestimated the violent nature of the two factions, and before to long they were assassinated by an unknown assailant. Hostilities returned in full force, so Trevella and Allian were given the mission of secreting the embryo away to the guardians, who the Daledians would contact. They would transfer her to a host and take care of her in a secret location once she was born.
Unfortunately each of the two factions sent undercover operatives into Daledian territory to recover and destroy the embryo. Ransacking their cryo storage and destroying their head quarters, they uncovered the plans for Trevella and Allian’s mission, and hence forth set out after them. During the destruction and carnage Trevella and Allian had received a short cryptic message warning them of what was transpiring, but they were cut off before they could find out if the Guardians had been contacted. They had managed to elude them for the time being, but being far from the designated meeting place and unaware if the Guardians had been contacted about the transpired events, Trevella and Allian were now faced with a desperate situation.
At last, Trevella put these thoughts aside, and smiled at the human.
“I’ll inform Allion to prepare some nourishment for you.”
“Thanks,” Trip replied without looking up from the repairs he was doing. Trevella left the room, and made sure the door was shut behind him before addressing Allion who was working nearby. “Make preparations to bring the embryo out of storage, so we can transfer her into Commander Tucker.”
“Are you sure about this?”
“We don’t have any other options. It’s been two weeks since we left Dalad IV, we haven’t heard from the Guardians despite repeated hails, and our engines are almost dry from trying to outrun the Doradians and the Duordean’s. With the damage the engines sustained, we won’t be able to elude them much longer – even with the repairs.”
Allion wasn’t convinced yet.
“What if the Doradians and the Duordean’s find us before we manage to contact the Guardians? What will happen to the child then? The Humans are in no way obligated too carry out our mission.”
“Introduce the conditioning program after the procedure,” Trevella replied, “that will prevent any inclination towards termination. Once she has been implanted awaken Commander Tucker and pass on the coordinates to the meeting place, transmission codes and knowledge of who the Guardians are and what they look like. Once contacted, and I have every faith they will be, they will know how to proceed to ensure success. Have faith in the Gods, Allion; they haven’t failed us yet.”
“Conditioning him will take time,” Allion pointed out. “What if his ship mates try to contact him?”
Trevella grinned. “I’ll divert them. Maybe the time has come to take up their Captain up on his offer for dinner and a tour.”
20 minutes later, Trevella walked back into their Engine Room and addressed the Human in a friendly tone. “How’s it going?” he asked.
“Just finished.” Trip answered. He appeared to be please with himself as he stood and brushed the dirt off his hands onto his uniform. “I don’t think that system is going to give us any more problems now.”
“Why don’t we get some food now?” Trevella offered, and lead the Human out of the room to some quarters where he could wash and change. “If you’d like, I’ll show you the specs of our engine during dinner.”
Trip’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Are ya sure? I mean, ya won’t get into trouble by that, will ya?”
“After all the effort and hard work you’ve put into helping us during the last few days, Commander, it would be an honour.”
Thanks!” Trip had suddenly developed the ability to produce one of Phlox’s huge smiles.
Ten minutes later, he was tucking into some really delicious Deledian food, all the while devouring a data pad of engineering specifications. He was so engrossed in his reading that nothing else in the room seemed to register -- much to Trevella’s delight, who slipped a knock out agent into the Human’s drink. “See anything of interest?” he asked with a glint of humour in his eye.
“Oh yeah ...” replied Trip, who was in his element soaking up all the information that he could. “This is amazing! How long have you had this technology?”
Trevella began to explain some of the history of his people, but Trip was finding it harder and harder to keep his eyes open. The images began to get blurry and swim around his vision. // what the hell! // he thought and passed out into unconsciousness at last.
Travella took the Human’s pulse and scanned his bio sign. He had to make sure the Human would not be aversely affected by their drugs; he didn’t want to harm the young man. When he was satisfied that everything was fine, he notified Allion to begin the transfer. “You’ve got five hours. I’m not sure if I can distract them any longer than that.”
“That should be long enough,” said Allion as they carried Trip to their Medical Bay.
“Don’t answer any hails or acknowledge anyone until I return,” Trevella informed the other man, “I’ll lock the bay and will tell anyone who asks that you and Commander Tucker are not to be disturbed since you are performing critical and repairs. That and me having dinner with their Captain should leave you undisturbed.”
Allion nodded, before proceeding to prepare Trip for the operation. He wasn’t happy about this deception, but as Trevella had said: desperate times called for desperate measures.
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A whole mess of folks have made comments
Oh, no! Poor Trip, preggers again! Violated by men this time...he can't get a break. How badly will this screw with his head? as he most recently lost a child that was his biologically, at least. Oh, dear...poor, poor Trip...
Trip, you dog. That's the second time you've been knocked up in the course of the series. Show some self-restraint, sheesh! Tee hee hee! This should be good! Can't wait for the next chappie! :)
What are they going to do this time? This takes place after Terra Prime ,right? I'm a little confused. Great writing though.
Great story and I am looking forward to more. I also like Trevella and Allion. I know what they are doing is not right but they are desperate and they seem caring individuals.
I'm enjoying this. Can't wait for the next chapter.
Sounds like a good story: Enterprise helps out a ship in distress, Trip goes to help out and gets pregnant! LOL.
I'm a little confused to about when it's supposed to take place; I would have bought Trip's negative attitude to T'Pol in the first season, but the conversation indicates it's later. But it sounds a little too....rushed I think. I can't imagine Archer having to convince Trip or himself of T'Pol's credentials.
I'm just rubbing my little hands together in anticipation of T'pol's reaction to this situation. Should be fun!
I was also wondering when this takes place. If its after Terra Prime then it could be quite distressing for Trip to have to face something like this. I am also a bit suprised at Trips attitude to T'pol. Look forward to you next update.
This is an interestin story. Ive been wondering if T'pol went through some of Trips old memories to find out what really happened in "unexpected".? I really am on the edge of my seat here wait for the Pointy eared beauty to make her apearance inthis fic,,an her reaction to Trips condition should be good.
Here we go again! Poor Trip, maybe he should start charging for his services? He could end up a very rich man. I cannot imagine T'Pol reacting well when she finds out. How is he going to convince her he knew nothing about it was not a willing and compliant recipient? Ali D :~)