Title: RR: Trip/Sato
Author: Josephine, Misanoe, Chrysa, Didi, Rodlox, Mara
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Rating: R
Category: Romance
Codes: T/S
Summary: Round robin in the Trip/Sato forum. Trip turns on the charm . . .
Disclaimer: Star Trek and Enterprise are registered trademarks of Paramount Pictures. No infringement is intended.
Notes: This is a round robin started in the Trip and Sato Forum of Linguistics Database. There are multiple authors involved, please seek permission from all before archiving. Format and quick beta by Jyorraku.

Well, this is it.  The feedback has been great.  If you'd like, you can come on over to the Linguistics Database and check out the other two Trip/Hoshi RR we did.  One is finished and the other is still going.  There is an Archer/Hoshi RR with a TON of angst, and a Malcolm/Hoshi RR with the Mirror Universe crew in it.  That one is really nice.  J

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Thank you, and good night!!

* * * * *

By Mara

Her mind moved faster than it ever had before, but it came up empty. Any useful thought she might have had was stifled by the image of Trip falling, hit by the beam from the gun.

The handmaidens stepped forward and grabbed her. She struggled, but they were stronger than her and swiftly stripped off the dress, aided by the indifferent guard. They forced her into an even more uncomfortable outfit--more a set of leather straps placed at random points than actual clothing--and tossed her on the bed. The guard went to stand outside.

She stopped struggling when she heard the manacles click into the headboard behind her, and shuddered. This bed has a spot for chains to be attached to?

"Why are you doing this?" she asked the women, who stood by the bed apparently waiting for the Emperor to dismiss them.

"Because that is what the Emperor told us to do," one said.

Hoshi stared at them. "So, you don't have a problem with this Emperor of yours engaging in a little conjugal rape?"

The one who'd spoken turned cold, dead eyes on her. "What does it matter what we think? Ming the Merciless controls everything."

"Not everything. I know there are rebels, you could join them and fight," Hoshi said.

"The rebels will be crushed," another said, sounding as if she were reciting a familiar verse.

"But we could help them," Hoshi said, getting desperate now.

* * * * *

Most of the aliens were watching this exchange, and a great deal of note-taking was occurring.

The three who'd been watching Hoshi all along were now shunted to the back of the crowd and conversed in whispers.

"Her will is strong," the one who wanted to see her fight said. "Even after seeing her mate fall in battle, she persists in the struggle."

The wise one tilted its head and peered over shoulders. "She might even have succeeded in persuading these other three females if we were not in control of the situation. Hmm, I hope they're recording this part."

* * * * *

Hoshi was stretched to the limit of her chains, pleading her case. Two of the women seemed to be softening, listening to her arguments. The third was ignoring her entirely, but didn't make her stop talking. If I can just get out of this room...

The door opened and Ming entered with a pleased expression. He waved his hand and the three handmaidens filed out. The last looked over her shoulder with a fleeting expression of shame, but then she was gone.

The door shut and he stood for a moment in front of it, looking at her. She scooted backward on the slippery sheets so her chained hands were in front of her. I really don't like the way he's looking at my chest.

He stripped off his fancy robe, and tossed it on a chair, and strode toward the bed without a word. She tried to swallow past a suddenly dry throat.

"This outfit is very becoming," he finally said, his voice deepening.

"Um, thanks," she said, "but perhaps we should get to know each other a bit before jumping right into the 'being tied up' part."

He chuckled and started to unbutton his shirt. If there had been any further to scoot, she'd have been there. Trip! I'm out of ideas here. If you're alive, now would be a very good time to show up and save the day.

Ming tossed his shirt on the floor and started on his pants. Okay, I've been in the decontamination chamber with Malcolm, so we're still in safe territory. Rapidly leaving safe territory.

He was down to underwear and he knelt on the bed beside her. Her heart was in her throat and she held her chained hands in front of her like a boxer and punched out at him.

He easily grabbed her wrists with one hand and pulled them up above her head, pushing her down on the bed. She yelped and tried to get away, but he held her down with the weight of his body.

His free hand traced down her side and she shivered.

"Now, you're mine," he said.

Trip!

By A. Nonny

Meanwhile...

"I can assure you," Ty said, "I have done nothing wrong."

"I don't know..." one of the others said.

"C'mon," Ty said, "we've known each other - what? 1700 years? What's a human or three between friends?"

"Now, you're mine," he said.
Trip!

Just then, the roof caved in, well, not the entire roof, but just enough of it for Trip, Mayweather, T'pol, and Archer to fall through. Hoshi was in no mood to laugh at Mayweather's wings.

"Now THAT'S a wormhole!" said a voice very much like John Crichton's.

"Who the heck was that?" Trip asked.

"No idea," Archer said.

"Talk about the ground being swept out from under - Hoshi!"

But now, Ming was on his feet, ready to order his guards back in here.

By Josephine

*Flashback slightly*

Trip slowly became aware of his body. His aching body. He also became aware of the hard floor, the light, and a hand passing over his forehead.

"What happened?"

"You were shot by the Captain of the guard," Aura answered.

"Thought I was dead."

"Thankfully he is on our side. Can you stand?" Prince Barin held out his hand.

"I'll have to. What now?"

"The wedding was completed, but my father is finishing off searching for the rest of the rebel forces. If we get to his chambers, we might be able to rescue your beloved before he comes back."

"Well, what're we waiting for?" Trip took off after Aura and Barin, Vultan close behind.

Coming out on a roof, Aura pointed to a dome. "That is the ceiling of my father's bedchambers. It has cutwork that we can look down through. Be careful, there are guards everywhere."

Working their way carefully to the dome, the rebels climbed it to look down into the bedchamber.

"I think we are too late," said Barin.

"What?!?" Trip recklessly clambered up the last ten feet. Looking down he could make out Hoshi on a bed with red satin sheets, Ming astride her, holding her down with his body. He was running one hand up her side to her ... with an inarticulate bellow, Trip pounded against the dome.

"No!" cried Aura, "It will craaaaaaa....."

The rebels fell through as the roof gave way.

* * * * *

Hoshi could see figures crawling over the dome above her head. I hope that's you, Trip. Suddenly cracks appeared in the dome. Hoshi hid her head against Ming's shoulder as small pieces of plaster began to fall.

"Not so reluctant now, are we?" Ming's hand forced up Hoshi's chin as the roof gave way.

"Now THAT'S a wormhole!" said a voice very much like John Crichton's.

"Who the heck was that?" Trip asked.

"No idea," Archer said.

"Talk about the ground being swept out from under - Hoshi!"

By now, Ming was on his feet, ready to order his guards back in here.

Hoshi quickly scrambled to her feet, lifting her knee to hit Ming where it counts. As he doubled over, she laced her fingers together and brought them up sharply under his chin. Ming's head snapped up, his unconscious body falling backward on the bed.

Trip just stared at Hoshi. This is beginning to be a habit ... She was standing on the bed, dressed in some kind of skin tight teddy made of leather strips and rivets, her hair tumbling around her shoulders, her breast heaving with exertion, chained to the headboard, Ming at her feet. Trip thought he died and gone to heaven. She looked like a Boris Vallejo painting.

By Mara

Hoshi turned over restlessly, the final hours of her sleep disrupted by endless dreams that would undoubtedly be embarrassing if examined in the light of day.

She mumbled "too much lasagna" as she stretched her arm out for the glass of water she'd placed by her bed. She groped once and missed the table, then stopped, swamped by a feeling of déjà vu. Haven't I been here before? In my dream, there was something...

She reached out slowly and carefully, found her table exactly where it was supposed to be, picked up the glass of water and took a sip. After taking a deep breath, she cracked one eye open and found her perfectly normal-looking quarters.

She sighed with relief. Only a dream. And one I'm *never* going to tell anyone about. No more lasagna and Flash Gordon before bed.

But if it was a dream, why do my wrists hurt? She opened both eyes and stared in horror: lying across the foot of her bed were a gauzy pink outfit, a plastic/fabric wedding dress, and a series of leather straps.

Still staring, she groped for the comm system. "Sato to Tucker."

"Tucker here," his sleepy but welcome voice said. "Somethin' wrong, Hoshi?"

"Um, that's kind of hard to say. Did you...have you..."

He interrupted her stuttering words to say, "Holy-" The second word was bitten off, and there was a long pause. "Hoshi? There's this pair of shorts sitting on my bed, and I'm hopin' you know something about them."

* * * * *

On an alien ship speeding away, the aliens were contentedly compiling all the data they'd accumulated. All content except one.

"But Commandant, we didn't get to see any *mating*!"

"Next time. Things moved faster than we expected, and I did not wish our ship to be discovered. However, we've learned a great deal about these humans. They are persistent, single-minded, and form deep attachments, even to ones with whom they have not mated."

* * * * *

"Hoshi," Trip said. "Report to sickbay. I'll check on everyone else."

"Trip? Do you think...was it them? Were they there as well?"

Pause. "I don't know. I'll see you in sickbay. Tucker out."

Trip leaned back on his bed, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep and have this be a dream as well. I'm not sure I can face this.

He swallowed and hit the comm system again. "Tucker to Archer."

"Archer here."

"Jon, have you had any funny dreams?"

* * * * *

Hoshi got dressed in a daze, averting her gaze from the clothing on her bed, but spending a few moments fingering the bruises on her wrists. What happened to us?

She stumbled to sickbay, glad she didn't run into anyone in the corridors. The door opened and she walked in. "Doctor Phlox?" she called.

"Hoshi, what are *you* doing here?"

Her breath caught in her throat. "Malcolm?"

He was sitting calmly on a bed, being examined by Phlox. "I've got the strangest headache and several bruises. I think I was sleepwalking. Are you all right?"

She stepped back, panic rising. I'm not ready to see him yet. She bumped into the door behind her.

"What's wrong?" Malcolm asked, exchanging a curious glance with Phlox.

The door opened, and she heard Trip and the Captain speaking. "Hoshi, what's the matter?" Trip asked. Then he must have seen Malcolm, because he said, "Oh." His arms came around her shoulders and he held her against him. She turned and buried her face in his chest, shivering as everything that had happened came back to her.

Trip pulled her gently away from the doorway so the Captain could enter, and she heard T'Pol and Travis arrive as well. They were speaking, but all she could concentrate on was the feel of Trip. His hands gently stroked her back and he buried his face in her hair. He was shaking a bit, too.

"It's okay to cry, darlin'," he said quietly. "You were so strong and so brave."

"Trip? Hoshi? I hate to interrupt this tender moment, but I don't suppose you'd be interested in explaining why we're here?" Archer sounded mildly irritated.

By Josephine

Trip looked up at Archer. "How much of last night do y'all remember?"

"After dinner?"

"No, your dreams."

The rest of the crew looked at each other. Travis spoke first.

"... I had wings. And I found this on my bunk." He held up a very large brown feather.

Archer looked back at Trip who held a still shivering Hoshi. "Trip...?"

"Last night we were somehow transported into a version of the movie that was playing last night."

"Flash Gordon?"

"Yeah. I was Flash, Hoshi was Dale, you were Barin ..."

"And I was Ming." Everyone's head turned toward Malcolm. Everyone but Hoshi.

Malcolm hopped off the bed, meeting Trip's eyes. "Then those things I did to her, they were real?"

Trip nodded.

Malcolm started to say something to Hoshi, then stopped himself, sighing.

Hoshi turned within the circle of Trip's arms. "It wasn't you, Malcolm. Something had taken over you. I just need time to realize that."

Archer walked over to her. "The last thing I remember is you chained to that bed. Let me see those wrists." Hoshi held them up as Phlox came over. They were raw and bruised.

"Let me take care of them, Ensign." She followed Phlox over to the examining bed.

"If I recall correctly, Commander Tucker was injured also." T'Pol gestured to his arm.

Pulling up his sleeve, Trip noticed the ray gun burn. "Almost forgot all about that."

"You were hurt?" Hoshi's incredulous voice recalled Trip to her.

"It's nothin', darlin."

"What I want to know, is why the Captain was Barin instead of Ming," Travis piped up. "Barin wasn't in charge, he just loved the Princess and did what she said." Everyone's eyes went from Archer to T'Pol. Archer cleared his throat and stared at the ceiling, T'Pol raised an eyebrow, and Trip hid a grin, remembering the kiss on Aura's ship.

"We'll probably never know, Travis." Archer quickly changed the subject.

While the others talked over their adventure, Malcolm came up to Hoshi. "Hoshi, I wanted to ..."

"It's alright, Malcolm. It was a shock seeing you so soon after I, well, knocked you out. It's not you, really." Malcolm looked at her still quivering hands.

"You okay, darlin'?" Trip stood on Hoshi's other side.

"Just trying to convince Malcolm he's not to blame for anything."

"He's not." Trip stared at Malcolm until he nodded.

"You two," Archer pointed at Hoshi and Trip, "have the rest of the day off. "You," he pointed at Malcolm, "can have the day off if you want."

"I'll see how I feel, Sir."

"Good."

Trip helped Hoshi off the bed and walked with her out of sickbay. "So what do you want to do?"

"I don't know." She opened her cabin door. Walking in, Trip grinned at the sight of the outfits on her bed.

"I'd hoped they came with you ..." He stopped as he saw the stricken look on her face. "Hoshi, I'm sorry ..."

"No, I'll be fine. You looked pretty funny, gaping at me in them."

Trip laughed at himself. "Actually," Hoshi continued, "I know how to drive the demons these outfits have away ..." She picked up the pink one and started toward the bathroom. "I'll be right back ..."

By Mara

Hoshi slid into the outfit, then spent long moments staring at herself in the mirror.

"Hoshi?" Trip's voice sounded almost as nervous as she felt. "Are you okay? We don't have to...I mean, we can wait..."

She stepped out of the bathroom, and watched in amusement as he fought to not goggle at her. She had a brief memory of Ming looking her over in this outfit, but put it out of her mind.

"Damn," he whispered, stepping closer, "you're so beautiful. D'you know how amazing you are?"

"No. Perhaps you should tell me," she said, straight-faced.

He blinked in surprise before realizing she was joking. His easy grin spread across his face, and her heart beat faster in response.

He slid his hand down the side of her face. "You're beautiful."

The hand caressed her jaw and throat. "You're gorgeous."

Down her shoulder. "You're brilliant."

Down her arm, taking her hand, bringing it up to his cheek. "You're brave."

"I love you," she whispered, running her hand through his hair, pulling him toward her.

"Love you too, darlin'."

The kiss was gentle, almost tentative, and she leaned her whole body against him. "I won't break, I promise."

He kissed his way from her forehead back to her lips, pausing only to say, "I know, but we're in no hurry, and I don't intend to be interrupted."

She ran her hands up his chest and down his back, enjoying the feel of him. "What if an emergency comes up?"

"We," (kiss), "are officially," (kiss), "off duty," (kiss). He smiled down at her, a smile full of wicked promise. "I don't care if the Klingons, Vulcans, *and* Andorians show up, they're not gettin' me out of here until we're good and ready."

His hands slid along her body and she moaned. "Trip, you're wearing too much clothing."

"What's my name?" he whispered in her ear, his hands running up and down her back, warm through the gauzy clothing.

"Hmmm?" She nosed aside his shirt and nibbled on his neck.

"What's my name?" he managed to ask again, gasping slightly as she bit at juncture of neck and shoulder.

"Mmm, Charlie."

"That's better." He let her take off the shirt.

She ran her fingers through the hair on his chest with delight and he sighed.

Somehow they managed to get the rest of their clothing off and stumble toward the bed, trying to not let go for even a moment.

"I feel like I've waited forever for this," he said, looking down at her smiling face.

"Don't wait any longer."

* * * * *

"No more B-movies," she said, as they lay spooned together afterward.

He kissed her shoulder and laughed. "No more B-movies."

"Maybe next movie night, we can just stay in and read a book or something."

"Or something."

--end--