Retrieval

Retrieval

By zealousgirl

Rating: PG-13, general

Disclaimer: This is just all in good fun. I do not presume to own anything of the Star Trek legacy. Right now Enterprise belongs to Paramount.

Author's note: I am still very new to writing fanfiction. Be forewarned that I am a diehard Trip/T'pol fan.

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CHAPTER 1

The Favor

"Sickbay to Commander Tucker." Phlox's voice woke Trip up from a deep sleep. He jumped out of bed and went to the comm on the other side of his quarters.

"Ya, Doc. What's the problem?" He rubbed his eyes as he turned on the lights.

"No problem Commander. Captain Archer has just asked me to contact you. Your presence is needed here at once. Apparently you are going on an away mission that requires my services prior to your departure." Phlox responded cheerfully.

"Be right there." Trip was just about to step out into the corridor when he remembered that he was not in uniform. He stared down at his Starfleet issued blue underclothes and chuckled. 'I would sure turn a few heads if I showed up like this.'

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Five minutes later, he stepped into the Sickbay. The doctor was standing in front of the resequencer. Phlox turned around when he heard Trip let out a small cough. He held a shirt and a pair of pants - both maroon in color and made of a taffeta-like material.

"Doc, what's up with the new fashion statement?" Trip quipped.

"These are for you. You and the subcommander are going undercover." Phlox handed the garments to Trip. "After you put these on, I get to work my magic on you."

Eying them suspiciously, he just shrugged and went behind the curtain to change.

A moment later, he stepped out, did a quick turn, and then stood in a pose with his hands on his hips. He half-smiled and then sent Phlox an expression of confusion. Throwing his hands up in the air he exclaimed "Ah. . . I look silly. . .do I really need to wear these?"

As he spoke, the Sickbay doors opened and Captain Archer entered. "Trip, I really need a big favor."

"If I have to wear this get-up, you're right, it will be a huge favor." Trip stared at Archer.

"Actually, it is really a favor for T'pol. She just received a personal transmission from Vulcan. She did not want to talk about it. I guess it was really personal. She asked for a 2 week leave of absence and to borrow one of the shuttlepods. As I won't let her travel alone, she has requested that you accompany her. Apparently, you are already aware of some of the facts surrounding her situation." Archer attempted to assess Trip's facial response to this statement.

Trip just shrugged. "I may have an idea about what it is about. But I thought everything had been taken care of."

"Trip. . . you know T'pol. She is so private, and won't tell me anything more than that. One year ago, I would have pressed harder, but she has proven to be trustworthy time and time again, so I have decided to take her word on it. She must have a really good reason."

"So what now?" Trip turned to Dr Phlox who had been silent for the last few minutes.

"Well, Mr. Tucker. We are going to make you look like a Scaniran. And then you are to meet the subcommander in the launchbay." Phlox picked up a hypospray and directed Trip towards one of the biobeds. "We should get started."

"Good luck Trip. And if you get into any trouble, Enterprise will not be too far away." Archer gave Trip a light pat on the back and left the Sickbay.

'Why am I not more worried about this?' Trip thought, as he lay down on the bed, watching the doctor come at him with one of his instruments. 'Guess I trust T'pol not get me into too much trouble.' He closed his eyes and attempted to relax.

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Continued in Chapter 2

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