By: By Lisa S
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: None of them are mine. Star Trek, Enterprise or any of
the great characters are not mine. They all belong to Paramount
or/and UPN and the great bird of the universe, Gene Roddenberry.
~~~~~
"May I?
"Yes� Ooooo�"
"�.."
"Ahaaaa�"
"Captain?"
"That's� that's sooo good�"
"You should have allowed me to assist you sooner."
"Sheeee� please, let me enjoy this."
"�.."
"Little harder please� Oh, yea �"
"�.."
"You are so good� Why didn't you do this for me before?"
"You have not asked for my assistance previously."
"Hell, I don't care, as long as you keep doing it."
"�.."
"Mmmmmm�"
"Captain?"
"Yes?"
"May I ask you a question?"
"Shoot"
"�..?"
"I mean, go ahead"
"Is this normal?"
"What is?"
"For the first officer to do this to her captain?"
"Mmmm, I'm not sure, why do you ask?"
"It seems� inappropriate, Captain."
"Inappropriate? I don't think so. You are here. I need you. And
please call me Jonathan, especially in our current predicament."
"Yes� Jonathan."
"Can you move down a little?"
"Here� Jonathan?"
"Oh year� right there� perfect."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Than Trip walked right into the ready room. He was shocked by what
he saw. "What the hell!!"
"Commander" T'Pol stated calmly.
Captain Archer turned his head with a satisfied smile, "Hey Trip,
what's up?"
Trip couldn't decide if he should just turn around and bolt right out
of the room. But hey that's his friend Jon and the Sub-Commander. He
was sure or hoping for a reasonable explanation to what he just
witnessed. So as calmly as he could manage his voice, he
asked, "What the hell is going on here?!?"
As Archer zipped up his uniform he told Trip, "I needed help and Sub-
Commander offered her assistance."
While Trip had his mouth hanging wide open ready to catch a fly or
something, Archer turned to the Sub-Commander, "Thank you T'Pol, I
feel much better. I owe you one."
On her way out of the ready room, she turned her head to make eye
contact, "You are welcome Jonathan. Perhaps you can return the favor
in the near future." Then the door closed as she exited the room.
Trip didn't know what he just saw or heard. He also didn't know what
to say or if he should say anything. He just stared at his friend,
his Captain.
Jonathan wasn't paying any attention to Trip. As he sat in his
chair, all he could think about was returning the favor� to T'Pol.
The End