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Everybody Loves Trip - Chapter 3

Author - Hoshissis
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Everybody loves Trip

by Hoshissis

Rated: PG-13
Genre: Friendship/humor, some implications of slash in later chapters

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Paramount, and the author is making no profit at all from this story.

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Chapter Three

Trip looked at his chronometer on his desk; the time stated was 6:45 so he decided to clear his desk in time for his dinner with Captain Archer and T’Pol. He had returned to Engineering after that strange encounter with Malcolm and decided to finish up next weeks schedules and all his outstanding paperwork. At first nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but after a while he began getting strange behaviour off all the men and women in his department – those who walked past sauntered seductively, swinging their hips and giving him hungry looks with their eyes; others called for his assistance for what would seem trivial matters, leaning into him and touching him on his shoulder, arms, or chest. He was definitely getting freaked out by all the attention, so after dinner Trip decided to have a word with Phlox, in case there was a contaminant in the environmental systems.

Walking into the Captain’s mess he noticed that it was just him and the Captain;

“No T’Pol?” he asked as he sat down at the table.

“She had some work to finish up in her quarters,” replied Captain Archer, standing up to push Trip’s chair in and place his napkin on his lap. He’d actually asked T’Pol not to join them this evening as he wanted Trip all by himself.

“Thanks!” said Trip a little surprised at his friend’s behaviour.

“So what have you been doing?” asked Captain Archer as the steward served dinner to each of them.

“Not much, just catching up on some paperwork. Mmmmmmmm Good catfish!”

“Glad you like it, there’s pecan pie for afterwards.”

“Thanks!” said Trip, his eyes lighting up. “What’s the occasion?”

“Nothing special just thought you deserved it after all your hard work this past week,” replied Captain Archer smiling. He loved it when Trip was happy because his whole face just radiated. “You said you were going to tell me about their technology you wanted to try and integrate.”

Well that was it, it was like Captain Archer had said the magic word – Trip dived in telling him off that he had seen over there, how it worked, what it was for and whether they could develop it for Enterprise. Captain Archer smiled, he could see Trip was in heaven talking about his precious engines, it was a subject he could go on for hours about if nobody stopped him and Captain Archer had no intention of doing so.

*1 hour later on the way to the Captain’s ready room*

“Ya know you could have told me to shut up, I must have bored ya silly.”

“You didn’t bore me, you never could, you put so much passion into your speech when you talk it’s just enjoyable to listen to.”

On the outside Trip smiled, on the inside. // Weird! Cap’n’s never said anything like that before. //

“Do ya wanna beer?” asked Trip walking up to the fridge in the ready room.

“Yeah! Don’t forget the pretzels.”

“So what match do ya have this time, Cap’n, Texas vs. Stanford or Cal vs. Stanford” said Trip sitting down on the couch taking a sip.

“Actually I thought we’d watch a football match,” replied Captain Archer sitting down next to Trip with his arm along the back of the couch.

“You hate football!”

“No I don’t!” said Captain Archer starring passionately into Trip’s eyes again, while teasing his fingertips along the back of Trip’s neck. “Anyway, I thought it would make a nice change,” he whispered while leaning in to steal a kiss.

“Do ya wanna another beer!” said Trip jumping suddenly up, his weird-o-meter having hit 100%. // Got ta think of something to get out of here before the Cap’n does something he’s going to regret,// he thought.

“I’ve not finished this one yet. Come on sit down!” replied Captain Archer, patting the couch besides him.

Trip sat down again, smiling and feeling very uneasy. // Gotta think, gotta think, gotta think! //

“Hey! Have you noticed anything strange about Malcolm recently?”

“Strange, what do you mean?” replied Captain Archer running his fingers along Trip’s shoulder, while softly blowing into his ear.

“Well he errmmmm, he sort of made a pass at me, if ya no what a mean.”

That was it, Captain Archer stopped instantly what he was doing while jealously began to rear its ugly head.

“What! How dare he, I’ll throw him in the god damn brig if he comes near you again,” he shouted standing up in rage before walking to the comm..

// Damn this isn’t working out right at all, if I didn’t know any better I’d say he looks jealous. //

“I think he was only joking!” said Trip trying to distract Captain Archer from whatever foolish act he was planning. // That’s it I’m definitely going to see Phlox, people are definitely acting strange around here. // “Hey why don’t we finish our beer and see the rest of the match?” Trip pleaded, giving him the old puppy dog look that always got him what he wanted before.

“Alright!” replied Captain Archer calmly walking back to Trip. “Promise me though you’ll tell me if he tries anything like that again,” he said placing his hands on Trip’s shoulders, before kissing him passionately full on the lips.

Frozen to the ground, Trip whispered in a panic stricken voice, “Errmmmmmm, okay!” His face was blank from the shock of being kissed and his eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. He couldn’t believe what had just happened.

Just as Captain was leaning in for a more amorous embrace, the Comm. buzzed.

“T’Pol to Commander Tucker……..”

Trip dived quickly for the comm. Unit. “Yes, T’Pol?!”

“Could you come to my quarters please, there’s something here I need you to look at?”

“Be right there! Sorry Cap’n, maybe we can finish the some other time?” he asked before walking to the door.

“Sure, we’ll finish this later.” // Damn! //, thought Archer.

// Thank god for T’Pol. I wonder what she wants. //, thought Trip, walking out of the door and letting out one big sigh of relief.

TBC

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Oh, my! I laughed! Thanks - I always knew Archer had Trip in his sights. ;^) Anyway, you had better make the Trip and T'Pol section both funny AND sexy. You know what a T/T shipper I am!