Pep Talk Log with Jon
Dec. 8th, 2012 01:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keepurshirtonltBefore Trip can ask Phoebe out, he needs to clear his head about T'Pol and what happened in the Expanse. And the only person he can do that with is his best friend from home, Jonathan Archer.
Trip had come to a decision. Ever since Halloween, he'd had the urge to get closer to Phoebe. Something about her being injured saving him from the Xindi had changed her in his eyes from someone he had 'fun' with...to someone he wanted to spend quality time with. If that made sense. But after T'Pol...he needed some reassurance before he took that next step.
"Hey Cap'n?" Trip knocked on the door of Jon's room in their New York flat, "can I talk to ya for a sec? I'll make some coffee?"
Archer wasn't doing anything much, just throwing and catching his ball, over and over, while he thought. Surely there had to be something more he could-
He missed the ball, which bounced on the floor by Trip's feet and headed up towards his chest. "You don't have to make me coffee," he said cheerfully. "I wouldn't say no, though..."
Of course the first thing Archer would go find once the island changed into 21st century New York was a water polo ball. Trip didn't have the heart to tell him that it would likely disappear come January and the island went back to normal. "Hell, I could use some so might as well. Come on out to the living room and I'll get the pot going."
Trip kept giving the ball the weirdest looks, but Archer wasn't sure why and it didn't really matter. He stood, rolled his head from one side to the other to stretch a little, and nodded. "Sounds good."
Trip lead the way out into the living room and into the small kitchen attached to it. There was a bar area separating they could talk while he worked.
"So...how much have I told ya 'bout what happened between me and T'Pol in the Expanse?" He asked, wondering if his future self had gotten up the nerve to tell Jon what had happened.
Archer leaned on the glossy marble countertop and tensed for a moment, but only a moment. It was important that he not panic too openly about this. He'd known something was going on.
"Very little," he said casually. "I knew there was something. I take it there was a big something?"
Trip thankfully was turned towards the cupboards, digging out the bag of coffee to put in the machine.
"I know Phlox told ya 'bout the nueropressure sessions to help me sleep." He paused for a minute, measuring out the coffee he'd found into the coffee maker before setting it to brew. Also to get up the courage to continue. "None of us were actin' like ourselves and one night...one night the nueropressure led to somethin' else."
...Archer was so intent on the tone of Trip's voice that it took him an instant to realise that his eyes had gravitated to the thing that was moving the most in front of them.
Trip's ass.
Face flaming, he forced himself to stare at the cupboard over Trip's head instead. "Yes, he told me. .....ah. I see."
Thankfully, Trip was now searching the cupboards for mugs and didn't see. "It happened a couple times." Two mugs, one for Stanford and one for Florida State, came out and he finally turned around though he didn't meet Jon's eyes. "When I finally confronted her about it...she said she was just experimenting. Out loud, for all the mess hall to here." His one feeling of connection in the Expanse, with Jon being too set on the mission and Malcolm having issues with the MACOs, had denied him and it had wrecked him.
Archer's genial captain face shattered completely at that, and he basically just gaped at Trip.
"Experimenting. You two did that and she said she was just experimenting?"
"Yeah." Trip said more to the coffee cups then to Jon as he waited for the coffee maker to finish brewing. "An' I ain't saying this to lower your opinion of T'Pol or anything. It's just....somethin' ya gotta know before I ask somethin' else. If that makes sense."
Archer rubbed his temples, feeling a hell of a headache coming on.
"Well... I can understand some difficulty, from her side. Feeling uncomfortable. Not knowing what to say." He wanted to be fair, and if T'Pol were here right now he'd sit her down and ask her what the hell, he wouldn't just scream at her about it, after all. But... "I will kill her for you, though. You know that, right?" He was joking. Mostly.
At the joking threat, Trip could only smile and finally look up. "Thanks Jon. Knew you'd have my back." He fiddled with the Florida State coffee mug in his hands. "I'm thinkin'....I'm thinkin' 'bout asking someone on the island out. On a date."
"Always," Archer said fervently. He wasn't about to hate T'Pol for this, not without having spoken to her about it, without getting her side.
But oh, boy, was he angry.
He felt a grin break over his face at Trip's words. "Yeah? Who? Have I met 'em?"
"Pheobe Halliwell. You met her, she works at the casino with me." The coffee was finally done and Trip poured it into the two coffee mugs. He turned and handed the Stanford one to Jon. "She saved my bacon on Halloween from the Xindi and I haven't been able to get her out of my head since."
(To Be Continued...)
Trip had come to a decision. Ever since Halloween, he'd had the urge to get closer to Phoebe. Something about her being injured saving him from the Xindi had changed her in his eyes from someone he had 'fun' with...to someone he wanted to spend quality time with. If that made sense. But after T'Pol...he needed some reassurance before he took that next step.
"Hey Cap'n?" Trip knocked on the door of Jon's room in their New York flat, "can I talk to ya for a sec? I'll make some coffee?"
Archer wasn't doing anything much, just throwing and catching his ball, over and over, while he thought. Surely there had to be something more he could-
He missed the ball, which bounced on the floor by Trip's feet and headed up towards his chest. "You don't have to make me coffee," he said cheerfully. "I wouldn't say no, though..."
Of course the first thing Archer would go find once the island changed into 21st century New York was a water polo ball. Trip didn't have the heart to tell him that it would likely disappear come January and the island went back to normal. "Hell, I could use some so might as well. Come on out to the living room and I'll get the pot going."
Trip kept giving the ball the weirdest looks, but Archer wasn't sure why and it didn't really matter. He stood, rolled his head from one side to the other to stretch a little, and nodded. "Sounds good."
Trip lead the way out into the living room and into the small kitchen attached to it. There was a bar area separating they could talk while he worked.
"So...how much have I told ya 'bout what happened between me and T'Pol in the Expanse?" He asked, wondering if his future self had gotten up the nerve to tell Jon what had happened.
Archer leaned on the glossy marble countertop and tensed for a moment, but only a moment. It was important that he not panic too openly about this. He'd known something was going on.
"Very little," he said casually. "I knew there was something. I take it there was a big something?"
Trip thankfully was turned towards the cupboards, digging out the bag of coffee to put in the machine.
"I know Phlox told ya 'bout the nueropressure sessions to help me sleep." He paused for a minute, measuring out the coffee he'd found into the coffee maker before setting it to brew. Also to get up the courage to continue. "None of us were actin' like ourselves and one night...one night the nueropressure led to somethin' else."
...Archer was so intent on the tone of Trip's voice that it took him an instant to realise that his eyes had gravitated to the thing that was moving the most in front of them.
Trip's ass.
Face flaming, he forced himself to stare at the cupboard over Trip's head instead. "Yes, he told me. .....ah. I see."
Thankfully, Trip was now searching the cupboards for mugs and didn't see. "It happened a couple times." Two mugs, one for Stanford and one for Florida State, came out and he finally turned around though he didn't meet Jon's eyes. "When I finally confronted her about it...she said she was just experimenting. Out loud, for all the mess hall to here." His one feeling of connection in the Expanse, with Jon being too set on the mission and Malcolm having issues with the MACOs, had denied him and it had wrecked him.
Archer's genial captain face shattered completely at that, and he basically just gaped at Trip.
"Experimenting. You two did that and she said she was just experimenting?"
"Yeah." Trip said more to the coffee cups then to Jon as he waited for the coffee maker to finish brewing. "An' I ain't saying this to lower your opinion of T'Pol or anything. It's just....somethin' ya gotta know before I ask somethin' else. If that makes sense."
Archer rubbed his temples, feeling a hell of a headache coming on.
"Well... I can understand some difficulty, from her side. Feeling uncomfortable. Not knowing what to say." He wanted to be fair, and if T'Pol were here right now he'd sit her down and ask her what the hell, he wouldn't just scream at her about it, after all. But... "I will kill her for you, though. You know that, right?" He was joking. Mostly.
At the joking threat, Trip could only smile and finally look up. "Thanks Jon. Knew you'd have my back." He fiddled with the Florida State coffee mug in his hands. "I'm thinkin'....I'm thinkin' 'bout asking someone on the island out. On a date."
"Always," Archer said fervently. He wasn't about to hate T'Pol for this, not without having spoken to her about it, without getting her side.
But oh, boy, was he angry.
He felt a grin break over his face at Trip's words. "Yeah? Who? Have I met 'em?"
"Pheobe Halliwell. You met her, she works at the casino with me." The coffee was finally done and Trip poured it into the two coffee mugs. He turned and handed the Stanford one to Jon. "She saved my bacon on Halloween from the Xindi and I haven't been able to get her out of my head since."
(To Be Continued...)