Title: QUICK CHANGE
Disclaimer: An implied F/F relationship, nothing explicit
Fandom: Star Trek: Enterprise
Summary: Hoshi makes a decision
Enterprise, Year Five
"Well." Archer slapped both
hands down on the table. "I won�t hold you in suspense." He
smiled, but it wasn�t as enthusiastic as usual. "We are here for
an announcement involving our own Subcommander T�Pol."
The rest of the crew turned their
attention to the Vulcan � except Hoshi, Archer noticed. He wondered if
he should stand up for an announcement like this; nah, T�Pol wasn�t
big on formalities. "The subcommander has been named captain of the
Vulcan explorer Tkzeta."
Trip Tucker whistled. "The Tkzeta?
Damn, T�Pol, that�s a whole lotta ship."
"Indeed," Malcolm Reed chimed
in. "Quite an ambitious vessel, from what I�ve heard."
added Travis Mayweather. "Or is that �Captain�?"
A dark eyebrow went up. "I believe
that Captain Archer would prefer only one captain on board Enterprise
at a time."
"Well, that never stopped you
before," Archer joked, smiling broadly at his joke.
T�Pol nodded to acknowledge the humor.
Through the banter, Hoshi�s silence had not escaped her attention. On
impulse (although T�Pol would have disputed that characterization),
she had broken with protocol and shared the news with the young ensign
before the formal announcement. Their discussion had not gone entirely
as expected, and now she wondered what Hoshi was thinking.
"Nothing to say, Ensign?"
With typical human bluster, Archer had
drawn attention to Hoshi�s silence, seemingly oblivious to the ensign�s
consternation. There was no need to cause her more discomfort, T�Pol
decided. Time to employ another reliable human methodology: changing the
subject. She spoke up. "Prior to its commission, the Tkzeta
"Captain," Hoshi interrupted.
"I will also be leaving in three weeks."
"What?" Archer smiled
"I�ll be leaving in three weeks to
begin a new assignment," Hoshi said. She met T�Pol�s gaze.
"I will be the new communications officer on the Tkzeta."
"The Tkzeta?" Tucker
erupted. "The Vulcan ship?"
"You�re leaving us to go with T�Pol?"
he asked, not realizing or caring how rude it sounded.
"Yes," she replied firmly. He
didn�t need to make it sound like she was leaving to go with the
Klingons or something.
"A ship full of Vulcans?"
That was enough crap from Trip Tucker,
Hoshi decided. "And what�s wrong with that?" she demanded.
"They�re Vulcans!" he
repeated, as if that answered the question. "You gotta be nuts.
They�re . . . ." He glanced over at T�Pol, and realized that he
was about to insult someone who had just become one of the more powerful
members of that particular species, someone he considered an exception
to the rule. "Well, come on, T�Pol," he said. "You know
how you felt bein� surrounded by humans."
"That is true," she admitted.
"But it should be easier for Terrans to adjust to Vulcan culture
than for Vulcans to adjust to Terrans."
"Yeah, right," Tucker said,
correctly perceiving the remark as an insult. "No sense of humor.
No emotion. No fun." He redirected his tirade to the person he
thought needed it. "You think you�re going to like that, Hoshi?
You can kiss birthday parties goodbye, and dancing, and games--"
"Maybe." Hoshi cut him off; she
knew all that. "But the Tkzeta is setting out for the Zeta
quadrant. Just think of all the different cultures we�ll run
across." There were other reasons far more compelling for her
decision, but she wouldn�t embarrass T�Pol by disclosing them.
Mayweather shook his head. "I can
remember when you didn�t like exploring," he said.
She smiled. "Things change."
"Are you giving up your
"I hope not," Hoshi replied.
"But if Starfleet won�t reassign me, then I will." She
chanced another peek at T�Pol.
Suddenly a thought occurred to Archer.
"Does Ambassador Soval know about this?" he asked. He couldn�t
imagine that Vulcan snob agreeing to a human serving on one of his
ships, let alone his flagship.
"I was informed that I could select
my own crew," T�Pol said quietly.
That didn�t answer the question, and
they both knew it. "Ahh," the captain replied knowingly.
A few minutes later, the meeting broke
up, and as Hoshi trailed out, Archer gently grasped her arm.
"Hoshi, do you really want to spend the next five years with a
bunch of Vulcans?"
"No," she replied honestly.
"I want to spend the next five years with T�Pol." She went
on through the doorway, while Archer digested what she had said.
A moment later, he walked slowly onto the
bridge, and looked over at the science station. There, his subcommander
and his communications officer stood close together, deep in
conversation. Hoshi�s hand rested lightly on T�Pol�s forearm, and
she was smiling warmly at the other woman.
he mused. Where no man has gone
before . . .
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