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Random ContaminationAuthor - Pepper | Genre - Action/Adventure | Genre - Romance | Main Story | R | Rating - PG
Fan Fiction Main Page | Stories sorted by title, author, genre, and rating Random Contamination By Pepper Bradford Rating: PG ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Malcolm had been sitting there for far too long, his hands free, while he was pretty sure that his shipmates were chained. He was seething inside, boiling mad. The Reptilian Xindi were playing mind games with him. Every hour one of his captors would come in and tell him how many of his shipmates had died while he sat there. They brought food and drink. They treated him like a guest. Asking questions matter-of-factly, almost polite. And with each refusal from him, they would state how many of his friends they would kill. Nothing could have been more torturous for Malcolm. He would rather be subjected to a beating. He was a security officer, a soldier. To be treated well while his shipmates were subjected to torture was beyond cruel. It was in itself the worst sort of torture to which they could have subjected him…something they no doubt knew. Every time they entered his cell, he jumped one of them, fists flying. Whichever Xindi happened to bear the brunt of his assault merely stood his ground quietly, or if Malcolm landed an effective punch, was replaced by a similarly placid captor. They barred his escape with nothing more than numerical superiority. Never did they lay as much as a claw on him. And that drove him all the more mad. Then something changed. He heard noises. Weapons fire…grunts...and a blood curdling scream that sounded female. He prepared himself for the unknown as his door began to open. But he was totally unprepared for the sight that greeted him. “Subcommander?” Malcolm said, his mind not believing what his eyes beheld. For this was no T’pol that he knew. She was carrying several Xindi weapons, and her face and clothes were streaked with that off-color Xindi blood. All this was out of the ordinary, but not what had put him off. It was her face…or more specifically, her eyes. They were wild. Her face beheld a countenance of such rage and violence that he did not think it was biologically possible. Throwing a weapon to him, yet not saying a word, she turned out of the cell to attack three Xindi coming down the hallway. Two of them she shot at point blank range. The other one… Bloody hell…I didn’t think that was possible with just your hands -------------------------------------------- Minutes later, their numbers had grown as more and more Enterprise crewmembers were liberated. They had still not found the Captain, but most of the command crew was there, along with some of the MACOs. Commander Tucker had been treating T’pol very strangely since they had freed him from his cell. Most of the crew had bruises and external signs of their interrogation. Major Hayes, Malcolm noted, had not a mark on him, and seemed to be in the same fit of rage as Malcolm. Perhaps we’re not so different after all Dr. Phlox had been found, and was treating the wounded as best he could. They had found an area where they could regroup, even if just for the moment. Malcolm and Major Hayes were discussing a strategy for locating the remainder of the crew. When Malcolm looked for T’pol, to get her approval of the plan, he saw her and Commander Tucker in the corner of the room, separated from the group. They had been talking quietly for some time, T’pol having returned to some of her normal Vulcan appearance. But now… What’s he doing Trip was bent over slightly, his hand gently resting on T’pol’s stomach, staring at it intently, then staring into her eyes with equal intensity. It took only a moment for the realization to hit Malcolm, for there was only one reason for a man to behave in such a way to a woman. And for the first time in his professional career, Lt. Malcolm Reed spoke ill of a superior officer in the presence of another. “Bloody wanker”… --------------------------------------------- With a nervousness hidden behind a well-trained mask, Ensign M’shara Tucker stepped into the dining room. Standing near the portal talking quietly were her commanding officer and the Admiral, two giants of Starfleet. As they turned to greet her, she couldn’t decide if she was more nervous now, or hours before during her first assignment on the bridge. ------------------------------------------- She had just taken her position at the helm, her first duty shift of her first active assignment since graduating from Starfleet Academy. She had been thrilled to be assigned to the USS Yorktown, the pride of Starfleet. It was the newest ship of the line, with a Captain who had a reputation as being both the most hard-nosed and brightest rising star in Starfleet. And she had the added pressure of being his goddaughter. Sitting at the helm, her stomach alternated between tying itself in knots and doing backflips…all the while her face showed none of it…her mother would be proud, in her own way. Before she had long to settle in, Commander Jenkins barked “Captain on Deck!” They all came to attention as Captain Malcolm Reed strode onto the bridge. He stopped just outside the turbolift, his eyes falling on M’shara. “I see we have a new helmsman, Commander” Captain Reed said, very professionally. “Yes sir, newly minted from the Academy,” responded the XO. “Well, let’s hope she doesn’t scratch the paint like her father!” came a voice from behind Captain Reed. With that, Reed barked “Admiral on Deck!” and came to attention himself…the model of a British soldier, back ramrod straight, as Admiral Jonathan Archer walked out of the turbolift, with an easy stride. “I’m a much better pilot than my father, Admiral” M’shara stated. Captain Reed gave his new ensign a withering stare, one that stated what he did not…that ensigns do not speak until spoken to. Admiral Archer just looked at his friend and grinned. Her duty shift had pretty much gone downhill from there. -------------------------------------------------- So now, here she stood, in the Captain’s Mess. She had been invited by Admiral Archer, her other godfather. Since neither of them had ever married, her parents opted for two godfathers instead of a matched pair, which brought about all manner of snickers and jokes from the former crew of the Enterprise, now scattered about Starfleet. Admiral Archer thought it was hilarious…Captain Reed did not. “Yes SIR, Admiral sir. Rank is at the door, sir” Reed replied, with a salute. With that, they sat down and enjoyed a meal as a small portion of a much larger family, reunited all too infrequently. “So, how are your parents?” asked Malcolm. “Father says that the new generation of Starfleet cadets couldn’t tell a warp engine from a V-8 engine” she replied. “Well, that’ll teach him to accept a position as head of Starfleet Academy’s engineering department. What about T’pol?” asked Archer. “She told me to tell you that dealing with Andorians and Tellerites are easy after spending so many years dealing with humans…but what she doesn’t say is that she wouldn’t trade those years aboard Enterprise for anything.” “How goes it on the Federation Constitutional Council?” asked Reed. “She says getting so many groups to agree to one governing document is almost enough to make her lose control of her emotions…which I can’t imagine my straight laced mother ever doing,” M’shara answered. At that, Malcolm only smirked. ”Really…did I ever tell you about the time she almost single-handedly took out an entire ship of Xindi? No? She called it ‘Being Contaminated’. It all started when…” ---------------------------------------- And the Story ever continues…just not this one! Thanks to everyone for their interest in this during the lag time between episodes. -Pepper…
Want to start at the beginning? Check out Contaminated followed by What Do You Mean Contaminated? Have a comment to make about this story? Do so in the Trip Fan Fiction forum at the HoTBBS! A whole mess of folks have made commentsI do like this, and I'm waiting with baited breath for the next installment. Does the title RANDOM contamination, come from the jump in the middle...it left me a little confused for a moment but I got over it. Are we going to hear more from M'shara? Or are you saving her for another story? I'd like to know more about her, perhaps in a seperate setting. Ha! Mal and Jonathan sittin' in the tree!!!!! Don't they just make the cutest couple! LOL... great story! I loved this. Oh, please don't stop here. I would love to see you continue this storyline. Very well done, thank you. Quite interesting, everything from Reed's point of view. But I would really like to see how Trip faced the fact of being a father. I guess he did it well, that scene was beautiful, even if we only saw them from a distance... But something's missing here... hmm... I know! It's about twenty years of their life together, that's what's missing! I liked your short stories. I like the POV from each of the characters, especially Lt Reed's. Loved this but would love to see more Trip and T'Pol. How about having them all together in your next outing? Hope, hope, wish, wish. Ali D :~) Oh, come on. If T'Pol went birserk on the Xindi, just think what she'd be like in labor! You just cut out 20 years of her life, and theirs together! Please, give us a bit more? Loved the name M'shara. What made you think of it? *high fives the author* Excellent job. T'Pol a'la Rambo is pretty damned cool. Seeing TnT's interaction through a third party's POV is an interesting and good maneuver. I think (maybe) that M'shara *might* be a play on "Minshara." Maybe? I dunno. like the story but Contaminated and What Do You Mean Contaminated? when is your next story? I loved it. I was afraid you were going to leave us hanging with the previous stories so I’m glad you continued. Any plans on more stories from you? Thankyou for that enjoyable and entertaining story.Suited the characters to a t even T'pol being warrior like in the defencce of the her man,their child and crew.Their daughter is a lovely combination of her parents and I feel her name suits her,both given and sir name.Being read though Melcoms point of view added to the story as we know he has desires for T'pol or her body one or the two.Thanks heaps have a good one. Great continuation, but I have to agree with some of the comments above. I'd like to know what happened in that gap. How Trip and T'Pol reacted to one another after they were free, and if they even got hitched (if they did, how he talked her into it). It wouldn't technically be continuing the story, it would just be filling the gap. Anyways, like I said before, great story. Pepper...this was great. This whole thing. I hadn't expected you to dive into the daughter's life. This was just phenomenal. Great Great Great. My wife practically beat me to death when she read how I ended the Two Weeks series...said she wanted a "happily ever after" ending...now I don't normally do that, but I do enjoy marital harmony. So I give her proof of "happily ever after", without actually writing about it. Seemed to work out. I don't really get it. I've read "Two Weeks" and I don't think that the ending was crappy. |