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Reflections

Author - The Watch Stander | Genre - Angst | Main Story | R | Rating - G
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Reflections

by The Watch Stander

Genre: Angst
Rating: G

An: Major angst!

This is just a filler for what I imagine Trip was thinking as he left Enterprise to go to Columbia.

I also want to say that my Friday nights after May will be a lot less brighter now that we’ve lost the Enterprise. The crew of this ship really wormed their way into my heart and made me cheer every week for them in their many space adventures be they good or bad.

I’d like to think that someone will realize how valuable Star Trek has become and rethink this decision to cancel, but I fear the only thing the executives are interested in are brainless and moronic sit -coms that make everyone look and act like idiots. This latter type of show also tells you the intelligence level of our country and what it’s becoming.

Anyhow, that’s just my opinion.

Hope you enjoy this and I’d better finish my other story before you all throw rocks!

The Watch Stander

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Trip sat quietly by the window in rear of the shuttle craft as it made its way across the space between Enterprise and the space dock where Columbia was berthed.

As he looked back at the ship that had been his home for almost four years, he thought about the friends he had left behind on Enterprise and the fact that he might never see them again. The feeling of regret threatened to overwhelm him as he sat there remembering all that had happened in the past few days.

The look on Jon’s face when he had told him he wanted to transfer off Enterprise still haunted Trip for they had been friends and worked together for over ten years. Trip knew he had hurt him by refusing to reconsider even after Archer had begged him as a friend to stay. Jon had felt betrayed for Trip had seen it in his eyes as he left the room.

Swallowing, he choked back the sorrow he felt at having done that to his best friend. Jon had barely spoken to him since that meeting.

Malcolm seemed to understand and had wished him luck, but somehow Trip knew he didn’t approve of this decision.

T’Pol was another story. How she had played a part in all this he refused to acknowledge, even to himself. Their parting had been anything but memorable.

Over and over he kept telling himself he just needed a little space to get away from the past and all the horrors of the Expanse, but even he knew it wasn’t that at all.

Something inside him had died on the day that T’Pol had married Koss. After that he had tried to forget her and move on, but she was always there on the ship. He still had to work with her, be with her and see her risk her life. It was too much for him to bear and he could no longer do his job with her present. The only way out had been for him to leave.

Enterprise needed T’Pol more than it needed him. At least he kept telling himself that, but somehow he knew he’d betrayed his best friend by running away from this situation.

It was a coward’s way out and he knew it.

Suddenly, he despised himself for doing this to Jon and everyone else on Enterprise. However he also despised T’Pol for leading him on for so long, until he’d fallen so deep that there was no way out for him but this.

All in all it was a sorry situation, but there was no going back now. That bridge had been burned when he had left Jon to drink alone after advising him of his decision to transfer.

He had wanted more than anything to tell Jon why he was leaving, but pride kept him from admitting it, even to his best friend.

I wonder what Jon would have thought if I’d told him?

Sorry Jon, I’m leaving cause I’m infatuated by our first officer, who won’t give me the time of day.

It made him smile, it all sounded so pathetic. What a sorry excuse for a man he’d become, letting her get to him this way.

Leaning back against the seat, he blinked back the tears that threatened to fall.

Charles Tucker the third, a fool and a coward and certainly a sad example of a best friend.

So here he sat, suitcase in hand, off to a new assignment and leaving all the old baggage behind him, or so he hoped.

He also hoped Jon and the others would come to understand why he’d left and somehow not think less of him.

I just need a little space, that’s all......

The End

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Three people have made comments

Wow, that was very good.

I loved it.

Awesome story. You captured Trip's thoughts perfectly.

Great story. Also very sad ... but great.