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To Have Learned Nothing at All-Ch 11To Have Learned Nothing At All By Samantha Quinn
A/N: This chapter’s short, and mostly dialogue. It’s really more of a transition than an action chapter. Eh, it happens. Chapter 11 Just Follow the Yellow Brick Road ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Shuttlepod One had barely exited the shuttle bay before T’Pol spoke. “Your behavior in front of the Captain was unacceptable.” Trip, who had been silently sulking in the seat next to her, turned to scowl at her. “I was giving my opinion to Captain Archer based on my experience with these people. How was that unacceptable?” “You were allowing your personal feelings for me to cloud your judgment.” Trip’s heart momentarily skipped a beat. “My personal feelings for you?” “Our friendship.” *Of course.* “Oh.” Trip didn’t appear to have much to add, so T’Pol reiterated, “It was inappropriate.” “Well, I’m sorry for being your friend.” “I am not.” Guilt overwhelmed him, and he instantly retracted his statement. “Neither am I.” “Why would you make such a statement if it was not an indication of your true beliefs?” *Other than because I’m an ass?* “Because I don’t want to return to this colony, T’Pol, and I certainly don’t you to go down there.” “Then you are engaging in displacement,” T’Pol stated with the same certainty as any psychologist. “Yeah, I guess so,” Trip muttered. *I’d like to engage in a lot of other things. Namely punching Lewis and Hogan square in the jaw.* “T’Pol, I really don’t think you should be going down to this planet.” “You have made that objection before, and it has been noted. It has not, and will not, however, change the events that are about to occur.” “Fine. I can live with that. Are you done being mad at me?” “I do not-“ “I know, I know. Vulcans don’t get mad. Let me re-phrase that. Are you done being . . .unpleased with me?” “Yes.” As the shuttle began to descend through the stratosphere, he remarked, “Good. Wouldn’t want to piss off any of those thousand of Vulcan gods you were telling me about.” “Those ‘gods’ have not been worshiped by my people since we began following the path of Surak, Commander.” “Just because you stopped worshippin’ them doesn’t mean they don’t exist. In fact, last week I was pretty certain they do and I really had pissed them all off. Simultaneously.” “Even if they did exist, which they do not, you could not have angered them all, Commander.” “Oh?” “You would not have angered Sakon. He was the god of . . . ‘fun.’” “So, you think I’m fun?” Apparently, Trip said the previous sentence with just a hint too much glee, as T’Pol quickly reminded him, “I would remind you that fun is a useless diversion which is detrimental to productivity.” Trip chuckled softly. “Initiating landing procedures. You know, I’m really not looking foreword to wading through that muck again,” he grumbled, his irritation making a full comeback. The irritation left Trip’s voice and he managed a soft laugh. “Wadin’ back home is a bit different, T’Pol. ‘Sides, I always preferred snorkelin’ myself." “Snorkeling?” T’Pol was relatively certain she was unfamiliar with such a sport. “What is snorkeling?” “I don’t suppose they’d have it on Vulcan, if it’s as hot and dry as they say. Maybe. . . “ Trip permitted his voice to trail off. “Please finish your sentence, Commander.” “Well, give me time, already! I was just going to suggest that maybe once we get back to Earth, I could show you how to snorkel. In person.” ““I look forward to learning more about this snorkeling. . .when we arrive on Earth. I am certain that we should exit the shuttle now, before our guests become concerned.” “Sure,” Trip sang cheerfully. “You know, T’Pol, we’re getting better. We managed to hash out a full two arguments in the time it took us to arrive to this planet.” As the hatch of the shuttlepod opened, T’Pol answered quietly, “I am certain Sakon would be proud, Commander.” Trip gave her one last grin before stepping out into the APA I colony’s sunshine. *Maybe this visit won’t be so bad after all,* he thought optimistically. His headache had eased up a little, and T’Pol agreeing to go snorkeling with him when they returned to Earth. What better start could a mission have? ~~ To be Continued. . . Have a comment to make about this story? Do so in the Trip Fan Fiction forum at the HoTBBS! A handful of people have made commentsExcellent chapter! I love you character dialog, SQ! It's right on! And Protective!Trip is great, even when he hides behind "friendship"... Thanks for the great read! Sakon is smiling on you... Uh oh! Trip you can't say that!!!! "His headache had eased up a little, and T’Pol agreeing to go snorkeling with him when they returned to Earth. What better start could a mission have?" Everyone knows thinking or saying such a thing is like a death warrent!!!! I'm loving this SQ, keep it up! Too bad Vulcans no longer recognize Sakon. A little fun is necessary at times. It's great that Trip and T'Pol manage to hash out their disagreements. But I have a feeling the away mission won't go so well.. As long as we can have Trip and T'Pol I am happy! Methinks the time on the planet though will not be as pleasant as they might wish. Hope T'Pol brought a spare nasal inhibitor for Trip, I have a feeling he is going to need it. Thanks for a great chapter, I just adore the banter. Ali D :~) Great. I don't want T'Pol ta go down there though. I don't trust the bastards. I swear if they touch one hair on her head, or Trips! I'm gonna hop inta your story here, and rip 'em ta pieces. Great Chapter Sam. Great. This friendship thing is awesome. I am anxious to find out how you develop this bond mate situation. |