For Anatoly
Oct. 5th, 2011 11:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Trip had been on the island known as Tabula Rasa for 3 days now and every day, he came a little bit closer to accepting this new reality. Considering how relative reality had been for him lately, with everything that had happened in the Expanse and the time traveling to World War II, it was very strange to be standing still in a sense. To not be constantly worrying about the warp engine, the crew, the Xindi, the Captain and T’Pol...and thinking about Elizabeth, who was never far from his mind.
He knew he probably should be trying to find a way home, Jon and Malcolm would be, but perhaps it was proof of T’Pol rubbing off on him that he’d decided to accept what he’d been told about not being able to leave and save his energy for when he did get back home. It wouldn’t be the first time his, and Enterprise’s, fate had been completely out of his hands.
Maybe a part of him just wanted to stop for a while. To just be Trip Tucker; not Charles Tucker the III, oldest sibling of the Tucker family making sure Elizabeth didn’t die in vain, or Commander Tucker, third in command of the first Earth starship and in charge of keeping the crew’s spirits up or the Chief Engineer, responsible for keeping Starfleet’s first Warp 5 engine working in as top shape as he could.
If he was going to be sent back to Earth in another realty, or whatever the explanation was as in all honesty, he’d tuned it out once he realized he was cut off from Enterprise, at least he was someplace with a beach. Trip was from a state where the beach was never more then an hour or so away so he’d spent a good part of his life on the water. In fact, he’d got his start as an engineer on boat engines. When not with his beloved warp engine, it was where he felt the most at home. He had faced the seemingly dreaded cloths box soon after his arrival and had been given a pair of brightly colored swim trunks that’s he’d practically lived in since. When he wasn’t drinking at one of the many bars on this place.
But at the moment, Trip was unfortunately sober and sitting on the beach. He’d gone out swimming earlier and now he was just sitting with his eyes half closed, enjoying the soothing sounds of the waves and the smell of salt in the air. It did wonders for calming him.
A calm that lasted until he suddenly had a lapful of squirming dog who was doing his best to lick Trip’s face,. Surprised, he burst out in startled laughter. The amount of dogs he’d seen on the island was comforting, especially after years of borrowing Porthos from Jon. And this one was fluffy but still kinda a cute. “Well, ain’t you a cute lil’ fella. Guess all dogs have that sense of when a guy needs some cheerin’ up, huh?”
The little dog barked happily and Trip was more then happy to scratch him, trying out all of Porthos’ favorite spots until he found one that worked. “There ya go, lil’ fella. Porthos always did love a good ear rub. Ole’ Jonny could spend hours watchin’ water polo and scratching that beagle’s ears. I guess this whole thing could be worse. The island coulda brought me before I found out the Cap’n was alive.” He paused for a moment, then shook his head. “Yeah, definitely could be worse. I don’t think I could stand knowin’ Lizzie and Jon were dead. I just hope Enterprise is alright.”
Trip knew he should probably find out who the little dog belong too but for right now, it was good to pour out his thoughts to a listening ear, even if it was canine. And he couldn’t help but wonder if the little dog liked cheese as a reward...
He knew he probably should be trying to find a way home, Jon and Malcolm would be, but perhaps it was proof of T’Pol rubbing off on him that he’d decided to accept what he’d been told about not being able to leave and save his energy for when he did get back home. It wouldn’t be the first time his, and Enterprise’s, fate had been completely out of his hands.
Maybe a part of him just wanted to stop for a while. To just be Trip Tucker; not Charles Tucker the III, oldest sibling of the Tucker family making sure Elizabeth didn’t die in vain, or Commander Tucker, third in command of the first Earth starship and in charge of keeping the crew’s spirits up or the Chief Engineer, responsible for keeping Starfleet’s first Warp 5 engine working in as top shape as he could.
If he was going to be sent back to Earth in another realty, or whatever the explanation was as in all honesty, he’d tuned it out once he realized he was cut off from Enterprise, at least he was someplace with a beach. Trip was from a state where the beach was never more then an hour or so away so he’d spent a good part of his life on the water. In fact, he’d got his start as an engineer on boat engines. When not with his beloved warp engine, it was where he felt the most at home. He had faced the seemingly dreaded cloths box soon after his arrival and had been given a pair of brightly colored swim trunks that’s he’d practically lived in since. When he wasn’t drinking at one of the many bars on this place.
But at the moment, Trip was unfortunately sober and sitting on the beach. He’d gone out swimming earlier and now he was just sitting with his eyes half closed, enjoying the soothing sounds of the waves and the smell of salt in the air. It did wonders for calming him.
A calm that lasted until he suddenly had a lapful of squirming dog who was doing his best to lick Trip’s face,. Surprised, he burst out in startled laughter. The amount of dogs he’d seen on the island was comforting, especially after years of borrowing Porthos from Jon. And this one was fluffy but still kinda a cute. “Well, ain’t you a cute lil’ fella. Guess all dogs have that sense of when a guy needs some cheerin’ up, huh?”
The little dog barked happily and Trip was more then happy to scratch him, trying out all of Porthos’ favorite spots until he found one that worked. “There ya go, lil’ fella. Porthos always did love a good ear rub. Ole’ Jonny could spend hours watchin’ water polo and scratching that beagle’s ears. I guess this whole thing could be worse. The island coulda brought me before I found out the Cap’n was alive.” He paused for a moment, then shook his head. “Yeah, definitely could be worse. I don’t think I could stand knowin’ Lizzie and Jon were dead. I just hope Enterprise is alright.”
Trip knew he should probably find out who the little dog belong too but for right now, it was good to pour out his thoughts to a listening ear, even if it was canine. And he couldn’t help but wonder if the little dog liked cheese as a reward...
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Date: 2011-10-06 11:30 pm (UTC)He let his mind wander as they walked along the beach and it wasn't until he heard a voice that he realized Aeneas had run far ahead of him. The voice was horribly familiar and he could feel his stomach twist up at the very sound of those drawn out vowel sounds. He had not been prepared for Florence's arrival and he was even less prepared for Walter de Courcey.
He rounded the corner and was both shocked and relieved to see a strange man being greeted enthusiastically rather than the CIA agent he was dreading.
"I am so sorry," he called out, his voice a little shaky despite himself. "I was not paying attention. Aeneas, come back here!"
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Date: 2011-10-07 12:23 am (UTC)"Nah, it's alright. He was just keepin' me company." As the little dog scampered back to his owner, Trip wiped the sand off his shorts. "Real friendly lil guy ya got there."
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Date: 2011-10-09 07:10 pm (UTC)"I don't think I have seen you before," he forced himself to say in a friendly manner. "Are you new?"
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Date: 2011-10-10 12:02 am (UTC)The man was standoffish, like he was afraid Trip would bite. It confused him, since he didn't think he'd done anything to offend the man, but considering what he'd been told about where people came from, he might not even know it if he did. It was like constant first contacts and he'd never been very good at them.
He stood up, wiping sand off his shorts in an unconscious gesture before offering his hand with a perfectly friendly smile. "The name's Charles Tucker the third, but you can call me Trip if ya like."
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Date: 2011-10-10 10:11 pm (UTC)Upon hearing his name, the little dog barked excitedly and ran back and forth between the two of them, clearly wanting some more attention.
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Date: 2011-10-13 11:24 pm (UTC)When he stood again, he asked carefully, "Yer from Earth right? Russia if I'm not mistaken?"
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Date: 2011-10-16 12:45 pm (UTC)"What about you? I am going to guess that you must be from very far in the future?"
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Date: 2011-10-16 09:29 pm (UTC)"Quite far it seems. Thousand years at least from most people here. Though, I came from the 21st century to the island, if ya can believe it. Time travel is a pain, let me tell you." Damn alien Nazis.
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Date: 2011-10-16 11:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-10-17 02:10 am (UTC)"Alls I know is, Enterprise was finally headin' home after stoppin' a species called the Xindi from destroying Earth an' we were waylaid and sent back to World War II where some time travelin' aliens were helpin' the Nazis so they could get back to the proper time to start some Temporal Cold War that was gonna tear apart the universe as we know it." Trip paused and rubbed his forehead. "Believe me, I lived it and it still gives me a headache."
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Date: 2011-10-18 11:45 pm (UTC)"And after all that, the island decides to bring you here," Anatoly shook his head. "At least you seem well-prepared for the tricks it likes to play."
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Date: 2011-10-23 01:05 am (UTC)"Yeah...somethin' like that. Though true be told...the break is kinda nice." Setting aside his guilt of his selfishness...it really, really was. "An' after the last year, I doubt there is anything this island can throw at me that I can't handle."
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