Fic: The Trouble with Trip
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disturbinglynicTitle: The Trouble with Trip
Fandom: Star Trek ENT
Pairing: Archer/Tucker
Rating: PG
Word Count: 731
Warnings: None
Summary: Trip is always getting them into trouble
Disclaimer: If I owned them then I wouldn't have to play with them in stories.
A/N: Um, I may have written this when I was half dead, so I hope it makes sense. And, as you may have guessed, written for non-classic trek day :)
When was he going to learn that he should never go on away missions with Trip? Nobody else had these kinds of problems with him. It made Jon wonder if Trip somehow managed to create these problems just for them.
Any time Jon went down with Trip though, they always found themselves in some sort of trouble. The rest of the away team was fine. It was just him and Trip. One day - one day he would learn.
So, here they were, stuck on some planet, again, that was supposed to be peaceful, of course. They were in a jail cell, and they were naked. He wasn’t sure why the, well, whatever they were, had needed to strip them, but there you were.
“Trip, how the hell do you manage to get us into these situations?”
“Just talented I guess.” Jon looked over to where Trip was. Trip, who wasn’t easily embarrassed, and wasn’t bothered by most things, was curled up and facing away from him. That was interesting.
‘It’s a talent I wish you didn’t possess.”
“That makes you and me both Cap’n.”
“You better hope T’Pol finds us before they do anything to us.”
“Don’t worry Cap’n, I have complete faith that T’Pol will come rescue us in time, but if you ever tell her I said that, I will have to kill you.” Jon chuckled. That sounded more like Trip, but he was still turned away from Jon.
Before Jon could ask Trip about what was bothering him, he heard a commotion outside. T’Pol and Malcolm showed up, Malcolm barely containing his laughter at the two of them lying naked in a jail cell. When Jon and Trip got up, Jon noticed a certain part of Trip’s body losing interest in the proceedings. What had caused it to be interested in the first place? Maybe that was why Trip had been acting so strangely. Did it have something to do with him?
*******
Apparently, he had not learned his lesson. Here he was, in the decon chamber, with Trip, again. They were sitting there, waiting for Dr. Phlox to let them know they were clear to go.
“Trip, you really need to get this special talent of yours under control.” Trip just snickered. He was facing away from Jon again. He wondered if Trip was having a similar reaction as last time. He had to admit, he hoped he was.
The image of a very naked Trip had not left his mind since the incident. It was horribly wrong though. He was captain of the Enterprise, he shouldn’t have feelings for any of his officers.
When Dr. Phlox told them they were free to go, Trip bolted up and practically ran out, but not before Jon caught the obvious bulge in his regulation blues. Interesting.
******
The chime rang out in his quarters, startling Jon out of a light sleep.
“Enter.”
“Evenin’ Cap’n.”
“Trip. To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“Cap’n, I needed to talk to you about somethin’.”
“Well take a seat Trip. You know you can tell me anything, but please, we aren’t on duty. Call me Jon.”
“Jon then,” he replied, but he stayed standing. He looked nervous. That was interesting. Trip seemed to be getting nervous around Jon quite a bit these days.
“Are you alright Trip?”
“Well Cap’n…Jon, it’s just that…” Trip trailed off. He couldn’t even finish a sentence now. He hated to admit it, but Trip was entirely too adorable when he was nervous like this.
He couldn’t resist. He could only hope he was right about what he thought Trip wanted to tell him. Jon crossed the distance between the two of them and kissed Trip. When Trip didn’t respond, he tried to pull away, but Trip kept him firmly in place and proceeded to kiss him senseless.
When they finally did pull apart, Trip shot him that cocky grin.
“Well, thanks Cap’n. That clears up what I wanted to talk about,” and with that, Trip turned around and started to head out the door.
“You are such a pain in the ass,” he said as he grabbed a laughing Trip by the arm and pulled him towards the bed.
“Maybe,” Trip replied, eyes twinkling. “But you love me anyway.” Yes, maybe Jon did, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t make Trip suffer a bit for it later.
Fandom: Star Trek ENT
Pairing: Archer/Tucker
Rating: PG
Word Count: 731
Warnings: None
Summary: Trip is always getting them into trouble
Disclaimer: If I owned them then I wouldn't have to play with them in stories.
A/N: Um, I may have written this when I was half dead, so I hope it makes sense. And, as you may have guessed, written for non-classic trek day :)
When was he going to learn that he should never go on away missions with Trip? Nobody else had these kinds of problems with him. It made Jon wonder if Trip somehow managed to create these problems just for them.
Any time Jon went down with Trip though, they always found themselves in some sort of trouble. The rest of the away team was fine. It was just him and Trip. One day - one day he would learn.
So, here they were, stuck on some planet, again, that was supposed to be peaceful, of course. They were in a jail cell, and they were naked. He wasn’t sure why the, well, whatever they were, had needed to strip them, but there you were.
“Trip, how the hell do you manage to get us into these situations?”
“Just talented I guess.” Jon looked over to where Trip was. Trip, who wasn’t easily embarrassed, and wasn’t bothered by most things, was curled up and facing away from him. That was interesting.
‘It’s a talent I wish you didn’t possess.”
“That makes you and me both Cap’n.”
“You better hope T’Pol finds us before they do anything to us.”
“Don’t worry Cap’n, I have complete faith that T’Pol will come rescue us in time, but if you ever tell her I said that, I will have to kill you.” Jon chuckled. That sounded more like Trip, but he was still turned away from Jon.
Before Jon could ask Trip about what was bothering him, he heard a commotion outside. T’Pol and Malcolm showed up, Malcolm barely containing his laughter at the two of them lying naked in a jail cell. When Jon and Trip got up, Jon noticed a certain part of Trip’s body losing interest in the proceedings. What had caused it to be interested in the first place? Maybe that was why Trip had been acting so strangely. Did it have something to do with him?
*******
Apparently, he had not learned his lesson. Here he was, in the decon chamber, with Trip, again. They were sitting there, waiting for Dr. Phlox to let them know they were clear to go.
“Trip, you really need to get this special talent of yours under control.” Trip just snickered. He was facing away from Jon again. He wondered if Trip was having a similar reaction as last time. He had to admit, he hoped he was.
The image of a very naked Trip had not left his mind since the incident. It was horribly wrong though. He was captain of the Enterprise, he shouldn’t have feelings for any of his officers.
When Dr. Phlox told them they were free to go, Trip bolted up and practically ran out, but not before Jon caught the obvious bulge in his regulation blues. Interesting.
******
The chime rang out in his quarters, startling Jon out of a light sleep.
“Enter.”
“Evenin’ Cap’n.”
“Trip. To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“Cap’n, I needed to talk to you about somethin’.”
“Well take a seat Trip. You know you can tell me anything, but please, we aren’t on duty. Call me Jon.”
“Jon then,” he replied, but he stayed standing. He looked nervous. That was interesting. Trip seemed to be getting nervous around Jon quite a bit these days.
“Are you alright Trip?”
“Well Cap’n…Jon, it’s just that…” Trip trailed off. He couldn’t even finish a sentence now. He hated to admit it, but Trip was entirely too adorable when he was nervous like this.
He couldn’t resist. He could only hope he was right about what he thought Trip wanted to tell him. Jon crossed the distance between the two of them and kissed Trip. When Trip didn’t respond, he tried to pull away, but Trip kept him firmly in place and proceeded to kiss him senseless.
When they finally did pull apart, Trip shot him that cocky grin.
“Well, thanks Cap’n. That clears up what I wanted to talk about,” and with that, Trip turned around and started to head out the door.
“You are such a pain in the ass,” he said as he grabbed a laughing Trip by the arm and pulled him towards the bed.
“Maybe,” Trip replied, eyes twinkling. “But you love me anyway.” Yes, maybe Jon did, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t make Trip suffer a bit for it later.
