TITLE: Missing Scene for "Fortunate Son"
Pseudonym: Loonywoif
PAIRINGS: Trip/Phlox a/r
TYPE: Slash
RATING: PG-13
STATUS: new
DISCLAIMER: we know it doesn't belong for me
WARNINGS: nada
MISSING SCENE FOR "FORTUNATE SON"
by Loonywoif
(Setting: Inside the sickbay.)
T: Hey.
P: (looking up for his packing) Ahh, Trip, what can I help you with today?
T: Nothing. (Walking over to Phlox and wrapping arms around him.)
P: Are you sure? (Standing still in Trip's arms.)
T: Just... I don't have a great feeling about this ship. I...
P: Feel as I felt every time you went on an away mission, how unlike you, I have a reason to go. The Fortunate has survived a Nausciaan attack. There is likely to be injured on board.
T: I know. I know! I love you. I don't know I've ever said to anyone as much as I have to you, except maybe my parents.
P: I know Trip, I will be fine. Trust me, unlike some I can name, I do not have any desire to pursue the most dangerous course of action at all times. (Phlox moves away and finishes packing. He walks away without looking back.
*******
(Setting: The "Sweet Spot" a.k.a. Cargo Bay 32. Travis Mayweather is sitting in the "Sweet Spot". Reed wanders in and unaware that Travis is in there with him, he starts to catalogue the crates.)
M: I thought you were off duty.
R: (jumps) Bloody Hell, what are you doing over there?
M: It's the Enterprise's "Sweet spot". You know, the one place where it's totally null G and everything turns end over end. Reminds me bit of home. I come here to think.
R: I would have thought you had a better reminder of home floating next to us... Sorry that was b ad tempered.
M: Yeah, you and the Captain. What's wrong with the two of you?
R: Nothing.
M: I know about the two of you. You are or were lovers and you were happy. Look, I don't know how you planet bounder folk feel about this but us boomers don't mind. We know a hull breach can kill us fast. We know a slight percent off in the hydroponics can kill us slow. We spend a lot of time doing nothing except so ummm recreational activities, so it's hard not to notice. Especially in tight quarters.
R: It would be improper...
M: No more than my cousin Hanley and his Captain.
R: Boomer ships are different
M: Not that much, you may think they are. They aren't. I mean let's take the Captain as 'dad' and that would make you dad's lover. I've opted on as a son. You didn't, you are the same level as the Captain. With boomers there are family ships, those are nothing but one family. Every so often the family gets too big and a couple, maybe three get together and start a new ship or someone starts out and collects a lot of singles. More guys are singles than ladies, so it's not too surprising to see 2 or 3 guys to
every woman.
R: I see... do you see us as one of your ships?
M: Well the Captain said, just because a human is born off Earth doesn't make them any less human. Just cause you may have been born on it doesn't mean you aren't like us. Boomer live, love, fight, and play on their ships. What are we doing if not that? People will fall in and out of love on this ship, that can't be changed.
R: I see... where does Trip, T'pol, Hoshi, and Phlox fit in?
M: T'pol is the Captain best advisor and in a way his friend. So she would be an aunt. So would Hoshi. Trip is definitely the Captain's younger brother and Phlox is an uncle. Trip and Phlox are good together. I hope they solve their fight.
R: This is the most I've ever heard you speak, Travis.
M: It's the "sweet spot", it makes me think.
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(Setting: In engineering after the second away mission. Reed asks a rating where Trip is. The rating points to a pair of feet sticking out from under an engine. Reed walks over and waits. Tired of waiting, he slams his hand on the engine causing Trip to bolt out from under it with his hands over his ears.)
T: Why the sam hell did you do that, Reed?
R: Because you are an idiot!
T: What did I do to you?
R: Not me, Phlox.
T: Well that's between him and me.
R: And the rest of crew. I had an enlightening talk with Mr. Mayweather. He had an interesting take of the crew. He likened us to a boomer crew. A family.
T: And?
R: And some of them are dead. They died mostly alone. And I didn't want the same to happen to you. I suggest whatever you two are fighting about it, fix it. Ryan almost shot him today. Ryan did hole the hull in the cargo pod. If our communicators hadn't been working, or if Hoshi had not seen us. Phlox would be gone. I at least would have died with Jonathan.
T: (Grabbing a railing) He didn't tell me. I asked what had happened in there and he didn't tell me that.
R: Well, he deferred to my expertise and ducked. Made me think of something though.
T: What?
R: For a minute, I forgot it was him. He was acting an awful like you.
*********
(Setting: Reed's quarters. Reed walks in and starts to strip. On his desk is PADD, sitting on top of it is a bouquet of red roses, purple verbena, purple hyacinth, and peony. Wrapped around with raspberry vine.)
R: Purple hyacinth: I am truly sorry, purple verbena: regret, peony: shame, red roses: I love you, all wrapped up in raspberry: remorse. I think you did your research, Jonathan. (moving the bouquet, he uncovers a picture. It is of a bazooka launcher. Turning it over he reads the back.)
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I would have put it in your room but I was afraid you would love it so much, you wouldn't read the logs. I could only get two live rounds. Apparently the clerk at StarFleet said something about making sure Enterprise returned in one piece. I never wanted to stay with her. The only thing that intrigued me about that kiss is that it had no effect on me. I love you, Jon. P.S. Porthos misses you and asks when are you coming home.
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(Setting: In Quarters. Trip is standing next to the door. A small finger of light caresses the covers near Phlox's hand. Phlox is lying in bed asleep.)
T: (Walks over and kneels next to the bed.) [Whispers] I talked to Malcolm. He told me what happened. I... duck next time someone is shooting at you. I almost lost you. (Carefully climbing on top of Phlox.) I'm sorry, I'm so sorry 'Lox...
(After he quiets, Phlox opens his eyes and strokes his hair)
P: My Kee.