TITLE: The Kamea Chronicles, Part 3: 'Ohana
AUTHOR: Sugah Sugah
SUMMARY: Enterprise gets stuck in a mid-space dampening field.
SPOILERS: Through "Home" (season 4, episode 3)
RATING: T -- mostly for language.

DISCLAIMER: I am in no way affiliated with Paramount. I'm not making any profit. I don't own Star Trek, except for books and DVDs, and a really cool Malcolm doll that I found for like 2 dollars, because the toy store was going out of business. He has interchangable hands and everything, so that he can hold different stuff. It's super cool. What was I saying? Oh, right, don't sue. Because then you'd take my Malcolm doll, and I'd have to cry. And you don't want to see me cry. Not a pretty sight.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is third installment in The Kamea Chronicles, following "The One and Only" and "Adjusting". I'd read those before reading this, but that's just me. I don't know, maybe you like to be confused. Some people do.
And I promise that this story will have slightly more of a plot than the previous two. Stuff actually happens! Yay, exciting.
Many props to the internet, for helping me translate English into Hawaiian.
Oh, and for those who read the first two, I got sick of trying to write Trip's southern accent. Y'ins know how he sounds. So give me a break.
Kanapapiki - son of a bitch
EDIT: All books of the chronicles have been "updated" to include stardate, so you can follow the timeline of the series better.


The Kamea Chronicles

Part Three: 'Ohana

"'Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind. Or forgotten." - Lilo and Stitch

Captain's Log:

Stardate: May 29, 2154

With Kamea officially on board for an indeterminate amount of time, I have unofficially assigned her to engineering, where for the past two or more weeks, she has been assisting Commander Tucker in his attempts to upgrade the warp drive and increase the warp capabilities of our engine. According to Kamea, it is completely possible and will simply take a bit of tinkering, which is Commander Tucker's favorite pasttime.

Unfortunately, their past several attempts have not been successful.


Trip Tucker ran a hand through his hair as he surveyed the repairs done after the most recent explosion had once again damaged his precious engines. For the past two-and-a-half weeks, he'd been trying to recalibrate the warp drive, hoping that he could squeeze some more speed out of the engines, but everything he tried resulted in an explosion that crippled Enterprise for hours at a time, until he and his team managed to get the engines back online.

"It's not a day in engineering unless something explodes," Trip said quietly, crouching down to examine the indentions the blast had made in the deck plating.

"I'm next," said a voice behind Trip, and he turned to find Kamea limping towards him. She was covered in cuts and bruises – more so than the rest of the crew, because every time something blew, she rushed to contain the explosion. She'd managed to save the ship from several hull breeches, but she always ended up in sickbay looking like she'd just been mauled by a pissed-off Klingon. As if there were any other kind. "What happened, anyway?"

Trip gave her a sheepish grin. "I purged the impulse manifolds."

She looked at him, her blue eyes wide. "Without stabilizing the thrusters? Are you trying to get us all killed?"

He shrugged and returned his attention to the deck plating, where various engine parts had been imbedded in the floor due to the ferocity of the blast. Despite all his best efforts, he'd been unable to pull them out. "It seemed like a good idea, in theory."

Kamea snorted and crouched beside him. "So is Communism." She yanked a particularly large piece of tubing out of the floor and nearly toppled over as a result. "So what now?"

Trip sighed and dug the heels of his hands into his eyes. "Maybe we should take a break. Everyone's been pulling double shifts just to get us back to normal."

Kamea nodded thoughtfully. "Couldn't hurt. And we should get to T'Pol to double-check the calculations before we try again."

"Are you two talking now?" Trip asked, unable to hide a smile. T'Pol hadn't exactly taken to Kamea's presence at first, but Kamea had been on Enterprise more than a month now, and T'Pol showed signs of warming up to the girl.

"If you can call it that," Kamea said. She got down on her hands and knees and reached for another piece of debris. "She's not ignoring me, if that's what you mean." After several quick tugs, Kamea managed to free the metal from its entrapment in the floor. She handed it to Trip. "But when I said that we should have her look at the calculations, I meant you."

Trip stood, and Kamea followed suit, though she winced a bit and rested most of her weight on her right leg. "How're you doing?" Trip asked.

She shrugged nonchalantly. "Fine. Why don't you go get some sleep, and I'll see if I can clean up down here."

He would have gladly taken her up on the offer – he hadn't slept in almost three days – if she hadn't looked just as exhausted as he did. In fact, she looked dead on her feet. "You look like you could use a nap, too."

Kamea shook her head. "Nah. I'll just give the engine a once over. Everyone's beat, and there's bound to be mistakes."

She made to walk past him, but he grabbed her by the wrist before she could go too far. "Kamea, you're just as tired as the rest of us."

She glared at him but made no move to extricate herself from his grip. "I'll be fine, Commander."

He rolled his eyes. At first she'd used the term as a sign of respect, and then she did it to maintain decorum in front of the crew, but she didn't call him "commander" when it was just the two of them unless she was pissed at him. And he knew that she was angry because he was bringing up a very sore subject – her inability to sleep. He tried to convince her to take something – to get a sedative, to do neuro-pressure, anything to help her sleep – but she stubbornly refused each suggestion.

"You're not fine," he said. "You're dead Vulcan walking. I want you to go to Phlox right now and ask him for something to help you sleep. You can't do this much longer. You'll explode."

"Better me than the engines."

Trip tightened his grip on her wrist, and she winced. "That's not funny."

Kamea sighed in exasperation. "I guarantee you that Phlox doesn't have anything strong enough. Did sedatives help you after your sister died?"

He released her wrist, folding his arms defiantly across his chest. When Kamea brought up Lizzie, it meant that she was about to start an argument. "For a while."

"I'm fine. I'll be fine. I just need – "

"Don't you dare say meditation," Trip said. His words came out in a growl, and though Kamea looked surprised at the harsh tone of his voice, her eyes were still hard. "You Vulcans and your damn meditation. Meditation isn't the same as sleeping."

Kamea stiffened and took a step towards him, which he knew meant that she was about to let him have it, but before she could say anything, she froze and took a huge step back. Trip felt something cloud his mind, and he turned to find T'Pol walking towards them.

Trip had been able to sense T'Pol's presence for a while now. At first, he didn't realize that's what it was, but after a while he'd figured it out. It came in handy, sometimes, if he was looking for her and no one seemed to know where she was. He'd asked Kamea about it but she hadn't said anything except that it was none of her business, and T'Pol had finally stopped glaring at her, so she wasn't about to butt in. Trip had visited the ship's library on more than one occasion, but he didn't know what he was looking for, so he didn't know where to find it. And T'Pol wasn't talking, either. But he knew that she knew what was going on.

"Am I interrupting?" T'Pol asked. Trip could tell she was suspicious.

Kamea quickly shook her head. "No. I was just about to go ascertain the effectiveness of the repairs. Everyone's exhausted, and there were probably mistakes."

T'Pol nodded curtly. "A logical decision."

Kamea turned to go but Trip reached out and grabbed her wrist again. This time, she did attempt to pull free, and though Trip knew that she could have dislocated his shoulder if she really wanted to, she didn't put up all that much of a fight. It was probably just for show. "T'Pol, would you please tell Kamea that meditation doesn't make up for lack of sleep?"

T'Pol blinked once before speaking. "Actually, Commander, studies have proven that – "

Trip groaned as loudly as possibly, successfully interrupting T'Pol. "You two are unbelievable! I swear it's like you plan these things." He whirled to face Kamea. "All right. You go do whatever you were going to do, but when you're done, you're going to see Phlox if I have to carry you there myself. Got me?"

Kamea wrenched her arm free of his grasp in one swift movement. "Fine."

When she was gone, Trip turned to T'Pol. "You know, you could have helped me out. She's dead on her feet. She isn't going to last much longer if she keeps this pace up."

T'Pol raised a beautifully sculpted eyebrow. "Commander, Kamea's decision to sleep is hers and hers alone. You cannot force her to do something."

Trip's eyebrows shot into his hairline. "Really? So when you were on me to sleep after the Xindi attacked Enterprise, you were just overstepping your bounds?" T'Pol shifted, and he could sense that she was uncomfortable. He didn't know how he knew, he just knew. "I'm concerned, is all. She isn't going to be much use to me if she collapses from exhaustion."

"Kamea's insomnia is not my concern. Yours, however, as chief engineer, would have affected the entire ship. As first officer, it was my duty to ensure that you were healthy."

Trip regarded her curiously for a minute, certain that there was something that she wasn't telling him. He could almost feel her wiggling into his brain. "Is that the only reason?"

T'Pol hesitated – just for a moment, but Trip noticed all the same. "What other reason would there be?"

Before Trip could respond, the ship gave an almighty lurch, sending both Trip and T'Pol to the ground. Trip tried to stand, but the shaking continued, making it impossible to do anything but crouch on the floor.

"What the hell was that?" he asked. "Kamea? What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything!" Kamea's response came from somewhere on Trip's left. He crawled in the direction of her voice, but the ship lurched again, throwing Trip off balance and into the wall. "It's something from the outside! The engine is trying to compensate!"

"Well, it ain't working!" Trip said with a wince,rubbing his shoulder.He began to set out again, when suddenly the overhead lights exploded in a shower of sparks, sending the engine room into complete and utter darkness.

"Kanapapiki!" said Kamea's disembodied voice, as Enterprise shuddered to a stop.

A dead stop.

Trip counted to ten, waiting for the emergency lights to come on, so that he could at least see what he was doing and start trying to figure out what the hell had happened. He had the feeling that – despite her insistence to the contrary – Kamea had something to do with this. But the emergency lights never came on, leaving the engine room as black as death.