Star Trek: Enterprise
Title: 5 Ways Hoshi Made the Captain Notice her
Author: Susan217
Disclaimers: ST does not belong to me.
Rating: Ummmm...PG?
Characters: Archer and Sato
Summary: Merlins Sister challenged me to the title of the fic. More scenes/drabbleish.
Acknowledgements: Thanks to samgirl for the beta.
**
Hoshi smiled as the Captain passed by her table. He smiled, paused, and turned back toward her. She straightened in surprise. He knew she was alive! She existed! It wasn’t too late!
He stopped by her table and leaned in close.
“Yes, Captain?” she whispered, almost breathless with anticipation.
“You have broccoli in your teeth, Hoshi. If you look at your spoon it will show you your reflection.”
He smiled, backed away, and walked to the Captain’s mess.
Hoshi, who was alone, mentally gave him the finger.
**
“Oh, god. Oh my god,” she hissed and dove back behind the rocks. Her legs buckled, and she nearly wretched from pain. She pressed a hand to her side, and it came away dark with blood.
“Captain?” she whispered, and grasped for the back of his coat. He fired a shot, and she heard a grunt from the newly fallen enemy as he hit the ground. Archer swept a hand across his forehead, pushing sweat out of his eyes. “Trip?”
“We’re over here, Cap’n and fine. You guys alright?”
Jon started to nod and Hoshi tugged tighter on his coat. It was hurting less, but her hearing was becoming fuzzy.
Jon sucked in air and grasped her hand. “Trip! We need help!”
Hoshi coughed, and fell back against the rocks. Jon ripped off his jacket, and pushed it against her wound. “Trip! Now!”
Jon wrapped an arm around her and leaned her against his chest. He smelled of sweat, cologne, and heat. She closed her eyes and he squeezed tighter.
**
“Come,” Jon said, and glanced up from the PADD he had been reading.
Malcolm entered quickly, almost efficiently, if one could do that entering a room. He smiled to himself. Malcolm either didn’t notice or didn’t care. He shifted his stance, stood up straighter, and folded his arms behind his back.
“May I speak freely, sir?” he asked quietly.
Jon sat back in his seat and eyed the Lieutenant. “Please.”
“I feel the security of the ship is being compromised, sir. Someone is sending coded messages to a point of unknown origin. Messages with…reports on the Enterprise. Crew rosters, hull plating, classified information.”
Jon stood abruptly. His pulse raced, his good mood forgotten. “What? Why? Who?” he managed, walking around the desk.
Malcolm winced. “I came to you privately, sir. Due to the personal nature of the relationship.”
T’Pol?
Jon nearly growled, “Spit it out, Malcolm.”
A deep breath. “Hoshi. Hoshi, sir.”
Jon gasped, pushed by Malcolm and headed for the Bridge, Reed hot on his tail. “Sir, there are regulations…”
Screw the regs, Jon thought, and stormed out. His eyes swept the Bridge and landed on Hoshi.
She grinned and he couldn’t help but notice a new malicious gleam in her eye.
**
“Another round, sir?” the bartender smiled at Jon and he nodded.
“Way to live it up, Jon,” he muttered as the bartender handed him the glass.
“I’m sorry?” the bartender inquired.
Jon chuckled and said, “Nothing to worry about.”
He cast his eyes around the room. Pink roses on each table, white linen table cloths, subdued music, and an elegantly dressed crowd made up his Saturday evening. He watched as Trip asked yet another bridesmaid to dance, and caught Malcolm watching as well. Malcolm met his eyes and smiled. Some things, even after five years, never changed.
“3, 2…”Jon said aloud, and laughed as Malcolm grabbed the last bridesmaid and headed for the floor. Those two would never stop competing.
He headed for his assigned table, now thankfully empty, and plopped unceremoniously down. It had been a long weekend of meeting new people, rolling his eyes at familiar people, and counting down the hours to the end.
A soft rustling behind him, along with the smell of roses, turned his head.
The bride. Elegant with long dark hair swept under a lacy veil. She was smiling, bent down low to speak to the following of little girls that had been drawn to her from the beginning of the day. Her dress was trimmed with tiny pink petals, and her ears dotted by the smallest pearls. She was breathtaking.
She seemed to sense him watching and looked up and shrugged as if to say, “What can I do?”
He grinned back, but his heart sank a little. “If only…”
Trip spoke beside him, unexpectedly. “If only what, Jon?”
Jon looked back at Hoshi and smiled up at his friend. “If only I realized how much I loved her sooner,” he said with a smile, and stood to head for his bride.
**
“Are they OK?” Jon asked as he strode through the sickbay doors.
Phlox quickly held a finger up to his own lips, and quietly came forward. “I’ve been trying to get her to sleep for three hours,” he said in an almost whisper. He gestured toward the white curtain that concealed the bed behind it.
“It was a difficult delivery, but Hoshi and her daughter are fine,” Phlox said, but Jon simply passed him by.
He came to the curtain and stepped past, viewing the woman before him. Her hair was wet from sweat, and her cheeks were a tad paler than he preferred. She frowned in her sleep and he brushed a hand against her cheek. Her face relaxed and he smiled.
He stepped back out and smiled at Phlox. “I will have T’Pol Hail the nearest Vulcan ship. The newest member of Starfleet is going to need a lift home,” he said, smiling, and tapped Phlox on the arm as he passed.
“Captain…have I mentioned I did a DNA scan?” Phlox asked, walking toward the monitor above a now empty bed.
Jon froze, but said nothing.
“Starfleet requested one, and I ran it solely to assure myself of the health and safety of the child,” he continued, punching up something on the screen. It brought up a picture of the baby, and Jon stepped toward it and Phlox slowly.
Jon cleared his throat. “And?”
Phlox looked back toward the bed where Hoshi lay and smiled, somewhat sadly.
He opened his mouth, but Jon held up a hand. “In six months I am retiring from Starfleet. This was unexpected for us both, but we are very happy.” He smiled.
Phlox grinned his crazy Denobulan grin. “Your secret is safe with me.”
Author: Susan217
Disclaimers: ST does not belong to me.
Rating: Ummmm...PG?
Characters: Archer and Sato
Summary: Merlins Sister challenged me to the title of the fic. More scenes/drabbleish.
Acknowledgements: Thanks to samgirl for the beta.
**
Hoshi smiled as the Captain passed by her table. He smiled, paused, and turned back toward her. She straightened in surprise. He knew she was alive! She existed! It wasn’t too late!
He stopped by her table and leaned in close.
“Yes, Captain?” she whispered, almost breathless with anticipation.
“You have broccoli in your teeth, Hoshi. If you look at your spoon it will show you your reflection.”
He smiled, backed away, and walked to the Captain’s mess.
Hoshi, who was alone, mentally gave him the finger.
**
“Oh, god. Oh my god,” she hissed and dove back behind the rocks. Her legs buckled, and she nearly wretched from pain. She pressed a hand to her side, and it came away dark with blood.
“Captain?” she whispered, and grasped for the back of his coat. He fired a shot, and she heard a grunt from the newly fallen enemy as he hit the ground. Archer swept a hand across his forehead, pushing sweat out of his eyes. “Trip?”
“We’re over here, Cap’n and fine. You guys alright?”
Jon started to nod and Hoshi tugged tighter on his coat. It was hurting less, but her hearing was becoming fuzzy.
Jon sucked in air and grasped her hand. “Trip! We need help!”
Hoshi coughed, and fell back against the rocks. Jon ripped off his jacket, and pushed it against her wound. “Trip! Now!”
Jon wrapped an arm around her and leaned her against his chest. He smelled of sweat, cologne, and heat. She closed her eyes and he squeezed tighter.
**
“Come,” Jon said, and glanced up from the PADD he had been reading.
Malcolm entered quickly, almost efficiently, if one could do that entering a room. He smiled to himself. Malcolm either didn’t notice or didn’t care. He shifted his stance, stood up straighter, and folded his arms behind his back.
“May I speak freely, sir?” he asked quietly.
Jon sat back in his seat and eyed the Lieutenant. “Please.”
“I feel the security of the ship is being compromised, sir. Someone is sending coded messages to a point of unknown origin. Messages with…reports on the Enterprise. Crew rosters, hull plating, classified information.”
Jon stood abruptly. His pulse raced, his good mood forgotten. “What? Why? Who?” he managed, walking around the desk.
Malcolm winced. “I came to you privately, sir. Due to the personal nature of the relationship.”
T’Pol?
Jon nearly growled, “Spit it out, Malcolm.”
A deep breath. “Hoshi. Hoshi, sir.”
Jon gasped, pushed by Malcolm and headed for the Bridge, Reed hot on his tail. “Sir, there are regulations…”
Screw the regs, Jon thought, and stormed out. His eyes swept the Bridge and landed on Hoshi.
She grinned and he couldn’t help but notice a new malicious gleam in her eye.
**
“Another round, sir?” the bartender smiled at Jon and he nodded.
“Way to live it up, Jon,” he muttered as the bartender handed him the glass.
“I’m sorry?” the bartender inquired.
Jon chuckled and said, “Nothing to worry about.”
He cast his eyes around the room. Pink roses on each table, white linen table cloths, subdued music, and an elegantly dressed crowd made up his Saturday evening. He watched as Trip asked yet another bridesmaid to dance, and caught Malcolm watching as well. Malcolm met his eyes and smiled. Some things, even after five years, never changed.
“3, 2…”Jon said aloud, and laughed as Malcolm grabbed the last bridesmaid and headed for the floor. Those two would never stop competing.
He headed for his assigned table, now thankfully empty, and plopped unceremoniously down. It had been a long weekend of meeting new people, rolling his eyes at familiar people, and counting down the hours to the end.
A soft rustling behind him, along with the smell of roses, turned his head.
The bride. Elegant with long dark hair swept under a lacy veil. She was smiling, bent down low to speak to the following of little girls that had been drawn to her from the beginning of the day. Her dress was trimmed with tiny pink petals, and her ears dotted by the smallest pearls. She was breathtaking.
She seemed to sense him watching and looked up and shrugged as if to say, “What can I do?”
He grinned back, but his heart sank a little. “If only…”
Trip spoke beside him, unexpectedly. “If only what, Jon?”
Jon looked back at Hoshi and smiled up at his friend. “If only I realized how much I loved her sooner,” he said with a smile, and stood to head for his bride.
**
“Are they OK?” Jon asked as he strode through the sickbay doors.
Phlox quickly held a finger up to his own lips, and quietly came forward. “I’ve been trying to get her to sleep for three hours,” he said in an almost whisper. He gestured toward the white curtain that concealed the bed behind it.
“It was a difficult delivery, but Hoshi and her daughter are fine,” Phlox said, but Jon simply passed him by.
He came to the curtain and stepped past, viewing the woman before him. Her hair was wet from sweat, and her cheeks were a tad paler than he preferred. She frowned in her sleep and he brushed a hand against her cheek. Her face relaxed and he smiled.
He stepped back out and smiled at Phlox. “I will have T’Pol Hail the nearest Vulcan ship. The newest member of Starfleet is going to need a lift home,” he said, smiling, and tapped Phlox on the arm as he passed.
“Captain…have I mentioned I did a DNA scan?” Phlox asked, walking toward the monitor above a now empty bed.
Jon froze, but said nothing.
“Starfleet requested one, and I ran it solely to assure myself of the health and safety of the child,” he continued, punching up something on the screen. It brought up a picture of the baby, and Jon stepped toward it and Phlox slowly.
Jon cleared his throat. “And?”
Phlox looked back toward the bed where Hoshi lay and smiled, somewhat sadly.
He opened his mouth, but Jon held up a hand. “In six months I am retiring from Starfleet. This was unexpected for us both, but we are very happy.” He smiled.
Phlox grinned his crazy Denobulan grin. “Your secret is safe with me.”