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Day 21

The Moment They Fell In Love

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S1.E16 ∙ Shuttlepod One

He lay quietly under the blankets, arms on either side of his body, so still that she kept a vigilant eye on his chest to make sure it was rising and falling. His chin was stubbled, his face drawn - not quite gaunt, thankfully - and dark shadows bloomed like bruises under the sweep of his eyelashes.

She wanted to reach for his hand, wanted to hold his fingers in hers and push her warmth into his skin, but she feared disturbing his slumber. He needed to rest and recover. Instead, she placed two fingers on the back of his hand, feather-light, feeling the coolness of his skin where usually there was warmth, heat, life.

He was her friend. One of her closest friends. She could have lost him. Her eyes lifted briefly to the other bio-bed, where a blond head lay, also in repose; she could have lost them both. But the dark head in front of her drew all her attention.

So she sat, eyes burning with unshed moisture, barely touching his skin, and thought back on the months since a silly question had led to one of the most genuine friendships of her life. Since boarding this ship had brought her one of the people who was becoming integral to her day-by-day equilibrium.

When he awoke, several hours later, both ensigns were at his bedside, welcoming him back with glad smiles and cheer. His friend, the commander, was awake, too, and they shared a smile.

He had no idea that she’d kept vigil. Only a faint memory of the gentle brush of fingers on his hand ghosted through his awareness before being swept away by the relief that his home had survived.

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S1.E18 ∙ Rogue Planet

He’d known, as soon as he turned his eyes to her, that she knew what he was up to.

It was difficult to hide his glee from the commander, especially when he saw how her cheeks had rounded as she swallowed her smile. But when she opened her mouth and began embellishing his story, he knew he’d found a kindred spirit.

The way she stood up and walked off without even acknowledging him as a co-conspirator made him proud. He stared after her in admiration and couldn’t prevent a chuckle at the Chief Engineer’s look of horror.

The baton had been offered, and she’d picked it up and run with it.

He was impressed, and he’d make sure she knew it.

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S2.E10 ∙ Vanishing Point

No one saw her. No one heard her. Even him. Even Porthos.

Still, he defended her. Even as a hallucination, he told Travis to leave her alone. He listened to her tale.

And throughout, she heard his voice, calling to her. That British accent, crisp, but sounding more and more desperate each time she heard his words.

His voice guided her, gave her strength and persistence to carry on.

And once she was back, the relief in his eyes was clearly visible.

She told him, later, that his voice had been her lifeline.

And he smiled.

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S3.E6 ∙ Exile

She wasn’t on the ship. She wasn’t on the bridge. She wasn’t in the Armoury, practising her marksmanship.

She wasn’t there.

They had left her behind. He had left her behind. Left her with an alien, a creature unlike any they had seen before. An alien man who had an inordinate fascination with their communications officer; who had not only entered her mind, but had made her feel as though she was losing her mind.

And he had been unable to help her, unable to figure out that a real problem existed. He cursed himself for his inability to accept what she was experiencing instead of dismissing it as simply being inside her head, because he couldn’t see evidence on his scanners.

Now? He wasn’t with her. He wasn’t there to protect her. He wasn’t there to keep her safe from whatever it was this alien planned.

He had to stop thinking about it, or go mad. He’d ensured she was armed, at the least. He’d had to take refuge in the knowledge that she was one of his best pupils, that she was well able to take care of herself, that she was fearless when the moment required it, and fiercely committed to their mission and saving their planet.

She was no pushover. She’d moved beyond her initial trepidation and had proven more than once how competent and dedicated she was. And despite her innate pleasure at meeting new species, exploring new planets, learning new languages, she had never been naïve, instead developing a healthy sense of caution and a better understanding of danger.

Her eyes had flicked to his when the alien had made his request for her to stay, and he knew she wanted him there, her stalwart protector; but he also knew her stubbornness. She would not want him hovering.

So he put his faith in her abilities, her scepticism, her intuition, her training. It was all he could do. And now they were on their way back to retrieve her.

Suddenly, the lights went out. All systems went down. Breathing became difficult. Then all at once, everything was back to normal. Her voice, strong and confident, came through the communications system.

And he could breathe again.

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S3.E20 ∙ The Forgotten

She’d watched the temperature rising in his suit. Watched it go beyond acceptable limits. Raised the alarm, and listened as he’d dismissed it.

She knew he was dedicated. Knew he would do whatever it took to save the ship, even at the expense of his own life. It was one of the traits that she admired about him.

Seeing that dedication in action, however, was an exercise in fear and frustration. Yes, his push to keep going was admirable, but dammit, did he not realise that she - that they - were aware of what he was doing?

She’d been hearing his breathing become more laboured, stertorous, as the heat baked him and his EV suit struggled to compensate. She wanted to scream into the microphone, but he wouldn’t thank her for the interruption, and it wasn’t her call to make.

The temperature rose. She couldn’t prevent the note of concern as she gave another warning. The frustration in the captain’s voice grated; she knew they needed this fix to be done, as much as he was concerned about Malcolm. But their leader had become so hard, so obsessed, that sometimes she wondered what - or who - he’d sacrifice to see it through.

He’d already sacrificed his honour, and Malcolm’s at the same time. Now Malcolm looked as though he himself would be the next sacrifice.

Why did their tactical officer have to be so damned bloody-minded? So prepared to risk his life?

Finally it was done, and Trip was calling for the doctor to meet them in the airlock, his voice frantic. It felt as though he was channelling her thoughts. Somehow she managed to keep her seat instead of rushing to the airlock alongside the captain. But she had no right, and she had no permission, so she had to stay where she was, despite the frantic need thrumming through her veins.

By the time she was able to get to Sickbay, he was asleep while they brought down his temperature. There wasn’t much chance for her to sit with him; they were on a tight schedule, and he would be on his feet within the next half-hour, if Phlox was to be believed.

She didn’t dare touch him this time. Unlike before, he was twitchy, clearly much more alert than previously, adrenaline running through him. One touch from her would wake him, and she didn’t want to think about what the consequences might be.

But he was there, alive, in front of her. And that would have to do.

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S3.E24 ∙ Zero Hour

She’d been taken. Right off the bridge. And he hadn’t been there. He’d had to watch as Enterprise warped away, and then when they’d rejoined the ship, she was gone.

Taken by a species that hated her, that hated them, and been subjected to gods knew what kind of treatment.

He hadn’t been allowed to go with the team to get her back. He’d had to leave her rescue in the hands of his one-time nemesis, Major Hayes. The man to whom he owed a debt he couldn’t repay. The Major had promised to bring her back, and he had, at the expense of his own life.

He’d seen her in Sickbay when he’d been summoned by the doctor to witness Hayes’ final moments. She’d been virtually unrecognisable; pale, almost corpse-like, with livid holes drilled in her delicate temples.

Aboard Degra’s ship, he’d had to give her a treatment for which he wasn’t trained, hoping he wasn’t damaging her brain any further. He’d carefully wrapped her in a blanket, trying to get her to rest. Then his heart had almost stopped in his chest when she’d muttered something about trying to jump, to stop herself from giving them what they wanted. She’d started shaking and crying, and he’d taken her into his arms to offer what comfort he could, careful not to touch the wounds on her temples, until she’d fallen into an uneasy sleep.

Now he watched her on the Xindi weapon, pride swelling in his chest as she pushed through her pain and fear to get the job done. Pushing into the back of his mind thoughts of how, just a few hours ago, he’d had to restrain himself from outright attacking his captain for forcing her to carry on with decryption when she was barely conscious and clearly hurting.

He looked at her wan face, and knew he would never tell anyone - would barely acknowledge it to himself - of the sheer satisfaction he’d felt, knocking that Xindi off the platform and down into the core of the weapon. For what they’d done to her, they could all rot in whatever hell they believed in.

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S4.E17 ∙ Bound

Her head hurt. Her heart hurt. And she wanted to hurt him. Them. All of them. The men, gullible fools that they were. The women, green-skinned bitches with sly smiles and sidelong looks.

He’d fallen for their charms with barely a moment’s pause. Him, the captain, the MACOs. All supposedly so well-trained. Hadn’t he been trained to resist interrogation? Couldn’t he tell when he was being manipulated?

She wanted to kick him. Right where the sun didn’t shine, and other, less savoury places. The rest of the men, she’d happily knock some sense into their thick heads. Preferably using a wall.

She saw the same desire in Kelly’s face, looking at Rostov. She saw the way Liz frowned at Travis and Tanner, and knew they understood.

But him. For falling for the wiles of the Orion women? And looking at her across the bridge as though she didn’t exist? He wouldn’t need the transporter to render him infertile when she got through with him.

If only her head would stop hurting.

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S4.E21 ∙ Terra Prime

He couldn’t stop the thrill of pride that raced up his spine when he looked at the security footage of the bridge and saw her determination. Watched her stand up to someone who tried to dominate her into following his orders. Saw how the other women in the room looked to her for guidance as the official tried to use his position of power into making her give way to his will.

But the apprehensive communications officer from four years earlier was no more. The woman who stood in her place, courteous but defiant, had a spine of steel, forged over years of experience, sharpened in the fight for their world’s survival.

She had not let their friendship stop her from doing what had to be done, when he’d made his move to let himself be found out. And then she’d exonerated him for his actions, held him while he’d sobbed, and pushed him to seek forgiveness and understanding from the doctor who’d suffered the most from his deeds. Because of her, one of his dearest relationships had been saved.

A few hours ago, they had seen two of their closest friends mourn a little soul, lost too soon, created out of hate but remembered with infinite love. And he knew he couldn’t keep going this way, pretending she meant no more to him than a beloved friend.

The door to the observation lounge slid open. He felt her presence without needing to turn his head. She slid into the seat beside him without saying a word, and he held out his arm, silently offering comfort and seeking it at the same time. Her head on his shoulder, his free hand wrapped in both of hers, they let their sorrow for their friends mingle with the relief of reunion.

The future stared them in the face. They would need to embrace it together.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Enterprise, Star Trek Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Malcolm Reed/Charles “Trip” Tucker III, Jonathan Archer/Travis Mayweather Characters: Malcolm Reed, Charles “Trip” Tucker III, Phlox (Star Trek), Travis Mayweather, Jonathan Archer Additional Tags: Getting Together, Unethical Experimentation, BAMF Malcolm Reed, Slightly dark Phlox, But more misguided than malevolent Series: Part 5 of ENT Appreciation April Summary:

Prompt 19: Decon gel

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Enterprise, Star Trek Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Malcolm Reed/Charles “Trip” Tucker III Characters: Charles “Trip” Tucker III, Malcolm Reed, Hoshi Sato, Travis Mayweather Additional Tags: Misunderstandings, Pre-Slash Series: Part 4 of ENT Appreciation April Summary:

Prompt 13: Gravitational sweet spot

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Day 14: Ignoring TATV

Trip found himself in a pool. The water was cold on his blazing skin. He swam further, deeper, toward the blue tile at the bottom. It was a fiery day in Florida– the heatwave was oppressive. He could hardly breathe, the hot air leaving him gasping. His throat was parched. He opened his mouth, letting cool water flow in, but it didn't soothe him much.

His head felt cloudy. He didn't remember being home. In fact, his childhood home, pool included, had been destroyed by the Xindi weapon prototype. He blinked, and held out his arms in front of him. He was severely burned, and he gasped. He choked on water, and thrashed. If he surfaced, he'd scald, but if he didn't, he was sure he'd suffocate.

He clawed at his throat, sinking to the bottom of the pool. He was on his back, looking up at the bright sky, barely dimmed by the water. He heard noise– but couldn't distinguish it. Maybe it was the sound of seven million people screaming.

A dark figure appeared above him– standing on the ledge of the pool– and jumped in, diving toward him. The figure emerged from the waves and air bubbles. It was T'Pol, and her gaze was severe, but emotional. Her eyes were wide, and Trip could tell she was afraid. He felt her fear in his blood.

"Trip," she said, her voice ringing clearly in his head. It was clearer than anything he'd heard in the water. "Trip, you must stay calm," she commanded. She was such an effective leader. He'd follow her anywhere, do anything for her.

He was still scratching at his throat. His chest was tight and no matter how hard he gasped, he couldn't take a deep breath. He remembered the invasion on Enterprise, and he remembered thinking he couldn't let anything stop them from returning to sign the Federation of Planets agreement.

T'Pol grabbed his shoulders, her face coming into view. She put a hand on one side of his face, strengthening their mental bond. "Do not stop fighting, Trip. Hold on."

"I'm dying, aren't I?" he thought. He tried to take a breath and it came as a wheeze. He wasn't getting anywhere, so he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

"You must fight!" she insisted, and it was the closest she ever got to yelling. The feeling of holding her– over and over, memories almost indistinguishable from this very moment– created a feedback loop in both their minds. They'd loved each other for so long. He couldn't imagine not being able to do this again.

His scalded, burned arms did not stop him from clutching her in the water-that-was-not-water, and the breathlessness he faced didn't stop him from choking out, "I love you." He repeated it, like a mantra. He didn't want to lose her. He needed her with every fiber of his being.

His entire world went white, and he opened his eyes to the same white room they shared. Their mind meld space. It was neutral territory– Trip figured she must've retrieved him from his hallucinations. He was still laying on the floor– not that there really was a floor– and she was on top of him, her body a comfortable weight on his, her small fingers still bridging the gap between their minds. Her hazelly brown-green eyes stared holes through him. It was one thing to look at her, and another for her to be all the way inside his head. "T'Pol," he gasped.

"Dr. Phlox is going to subdue you and put you in a hyper-healing chamber. When I go, do not give in to the fear," she told him, and he nodded mutely.

"You must banish your fear. It is not you. You will be nothing but silent and still. You will wait until you are healed, and the doctor will revive you."

"Please be there when I'm awake," he asked. She was doing something to him, through the meld. His sense of urgency was gone. He was beginning to recognize her impressive ability. Not all Vulcans had the ability to mind-meld, and not only did T'Pol have it, she was powerful. He clung on to her.

"I am always here," she said. The fear receded from his body, and he looked at her through stony eyes. She looked as passive as when he first met her. "You are strong. You are unafraid. I'll see you on the other side."

She disappeared. The world went dark.

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Trip's eyes opened. Then his brain corrected itself. He only had one eye now. Mentally, the thoughts flowed in like a rushing river. He was heavily injured. The amount of healing and physical therapy he would have to do would be time consuming. The Federation of Planets treaty was signed. T'Pol was in a meeting with Soval and Captain Archer. It all became clear to him.

"T'Pol?" he asked, through their mental bond. "I'm here."

He could feel her smile back.

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Day 10: Transporter

A/N: Set after the events of s2e10 Vanishing Point

"It was awful," exclaimed Hoshi, pulling her blanket higher around her shoulders. She was seated on Trip's bed, leaning back against him, while Malcolm sat on the opposite side. Malcolm and Trip's long legs were outstretched, laying over each other's. "It was several days of being ignored by everyone."

"Oh, darlin', that's terrible. I'd never ignore you," replied Trip, squeezing his arms around Hoshi. She grabbed his arms, nestling further into his embrace.

"Nor would I," affirmed Malcolm. "How could we?"

"Y'know, I think a nice weekend together will assure you that you're not invisible," said Trip. He leaned over her shoulder and kissed her cheek aggressively, like an overeager puppy. Hoshi laughed loudly, thrashing in his arms to escape the onslaught.

Grinning, Malcolm climbed over them and sat on her legs, crowding her in and kissing her face. He slid one hand around her waist, between her blanket and her shirt, and laid his other hand high on Trip's thigh. He leaned in for a kiss, and Trip paused his onslaught, running his hands along her body.

Hoshi broke off the kiss between her and Malcolm to speak. "I do have to be on the bridge at alpha shift tomorrow, you know. You won't be able to keep me here all weekend."

Malcolm smirked, raising an eyebrow. He shared a look with Trip, prompting Hoshi to look back at him. "What did you do?" she asked skeptically.

"Oh, I may have rearranged the schedule," Trip smiled smugly, tilting his head like he was debating picking between apple pie or peach. He looked down at Hoshi and grinned. "You have the weekend free. I hope you don't mind spending it with us."

Hoshi's astonished face softened, and she smiled, grabbing her two partners. "I wouldn't mind at all," she said.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Enterprise, Star Trek Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Malcolm Reed & Charles “Trip” Tucker III, Malcolm Reed/Charles “Trip” Tucker III Characters: Malcolm Reed, Charles “Trip” Tucker III Additional Tags: Gen or Pre-Slash, Huddling For Warmth, Mild Angst, References to canonical suicidal actions Series: Part 3 of ENT Appreciation April Summary:

Prompt 4: Shuttlepod

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Prompt 3: EV suit

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Enterprise, Star Trek Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Malcolm Reed/Charles “Trip” Tucker III Characters: Malcolm Reed, Charles “Trip” Tucker III Additional Tags: Aftermath of captivity, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Trip Tucker is a good boyfriend, Malcolm Reed Needs a Hug, Malcolm Reed Whump, Malcolm Reed Canonically Loves Pineapple, Established Relationship, Cracky at the end Series: Part 1 of ENT Appreciation April Summary:

Prompt 2: Pineapple

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Day 9: Judgement

A/N: BET YOU DIDN'T EXPECT SHREEDCHER AGAIN DID YOU

The warm light inside his mother's house reflected against the window, preventing Archer from seeing the dark outside, but he knew Shran and Reed were out there, shoveling the falling snow.

His mother tsked. "Jon, you shouldn't let them do that, they're guests."

He turned toward her. "I know, Ma, but they both insisted. Thy'lek is real big on the give and take in a relationship. We were always repaying each other for favors. And Malcolm just needs quiet time sometimes."

She nodded, not completely satisfied, but enough to let it go. "He is a quiet boy. I'm surprised– well– I'm surprised by all of this. I thought you were going to, oh, I don't know… marry a woman at least? You've pretty much only dated women…"

Jon sighed, tilting his head in acquiescence. "Well, I would've if they were women. They're who I fell in love with."

"And not your first officer? T'Pol?"

He sucked in a breath. "No, Ma!" He laughed at the thought. "I love T'Pol, but we're friends. It's not like that."

"Not at all?"

"Ugh, not in the slightest. She's with Trip. They're really cute together, actually."

She nodded, taking a sip of her tea. Jon couldn't help but stare. He hadn't seen his mom in so long. This was his first time back since the coalition was formed, and since his coupling with Malcolm and Thy'lek. He'd told her about it when he was returning, and she'd insisted he bring his partners home.

Jon hadn't brought home a partner in ages.

"So, tell me a little more about you three. How do you not get jealous? How do you… go on dates?" She folded her hands under her chin, watching him intently. "How does it work?"

He smiled. "We're all dating each other. Nobody gets jealous– well, Thy'lek is a little possessive, but I think that's partly because he's Andorian–"

His mother laughed.

"And Malcolm can be insecure, like I get sometimes, but we talk it out. We're in a good spot. As for dates… I may pull a little strings, being Captain and all, when it comes to scheduling shifts."

"Oh Jon," she sighed, the mirthful look on her face betraying her feelings.

"It's really nice, Ma. I'm happy."

"I'm so glad, Jon–"

They were interrupted by the sound of shouting outside– Jon's heart leapt into his throat until he registered the sound of Malcolm and Thy'lek's laughter. Jon's mother stood up, following him to the door. He opened it, peeking outside.

Thy'lek was hurriedly scooping up snow while Malcolm knelt behind the parked car, pelting him with snowballs. One clipped his antennae, and Thy'lek hissed.

"HAH!" yelled Malcolm, which prompted Thy'lek to throw his snowball, hitting Malcolm square in the face. Malcolm was knocked backward, into the unshoveled snow on the driveway. He laughed, outraged, and Thy'lek rushed toward him, scooping up snow from the driveway into his face.

Jon watched the scene unfold right next to his mother. He could see Thy'lek's antennae were forward, interested, and not stressed. They were just playing.

Thy'lek knocked Malcolm flat on his back, but did it gently. Malcolm kicked and flailed, laughing as he wiped the snow out of his face, before pulling Thy'lek down half on top of him. Thy'lek laughed with him, their hands finding each other.

"Truce?" Malcolm offered, catching his breath.

"I think I can grant you one," Thy'lek replied hoarsely.

"I'm glad to see you being efficient with your time," said Jon, interrupting their moment. They both looked over at him, like owls.

"Jon," said Malcolm, his smile not quite disappearing. Thy'lek sat up, and helped Malcolm stand up with him.

"Oh, Jon, maybe you can help your boyfriends with the shoveling? I don't think they can do without your leadership," his mother suggested, a smile on her lips. When Jon looked at her, he saw approval in her eyes.

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