Thanks for your lovely reviews. Yummy.


Tripopened his eyes and blinked against the brightness around him. He heard a soft voice from above. "Hey." He tried to focus, and after a moment, found that he could. Sort of. Between the voice and the general features, he was pretty sure that it was Hoshi, and there seemed to be someone beside her.

"Hoshi?" he asked.

"Yeah, and Malcolm's right here, too."

"Blurry," Trip said.

"That's normal," Malcolm said. "You got a fairly serious knock to the head. Phlox said that your vision will clear as you recover."

"What happened?"

"We seemed to have triggered some sort of device. We didn't read it on scans because it was inactive."

"What happened?" Trip repeated, confused.

Hoshi said, "The device..." The rest of what she said was drowned by a loud ringing in his ears. It reminded him of something.

He closed his eyes and let himself drift. "Someone was singing," he murmured as he floated away.


Trip lay on the bed in his room, soft music playing in the background as he simply stared at the ceiling above him. This was nice, in its own way. At least it was more comfortable than being stuck in sickbay.

Although he had to admit, he was restless. He wished that he could have gone back to the planet, seen the device that Malcolm had described to him, the one they'd triggered, and had grabbed him. It just sounded so cool. He'd love to examine it, to know more about how it worked, but he'd have to be satisfied reading the reports later. He was in no shape for that sort of mission. Heck, he couldn't even watch a film or read a padd without a headache coming on, although Phlox said that would go away in a week or so. Trip couldn't wait. Lying here on his back and staring at ceiling was getting a bit dull.

His door chime buzzed, and he shouted, "Come in."

It opened to reveal Hoshi. When she saw him lying on his bed, she grimaced. "Sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to disturb you if you were resting."

"Nah," he said, sitting carefully. "I was just zoning."

Hoshi came into the room and sat on his nearby desk chair, her hands tightly clamped together. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," he said with a smile.

Hoshi fidgeted in the chair. Wincing slightly, she said, "I wanted to talk to you about what happened on the planet."

"What do you mean?"

She started blushing. "Um, what I said, when I was..."

"Loopy?" Trip asked as her voice trailed away.

"Yeah. I wanted to apologise if anything I said or did was inappropriate."

"Do you remember anything?"

"Not really." She shifted in her chair. "Well, I do remember some, but not specifics. I know I said some things." She grimaced. "I think I remember kissing you."

"You were fine, Hoshi."


"No, really," he said. "You didn't do anything to be embarrassed about."

"Really?" she asked, looking relieved.

"Really," he repeated firmly. "You were the model of decorum. A perfect gentlewoman."

"Good," she said with a sigh. "Thank God." She stood to go.

As she turned and headed for the door, Trip smiled slightly. Then he started singing. "How long I wondered, could this thing last/But the age of miracles, it hadn't past/And suddenly, I saw you standing right there..."

Hoshi turned back to him, looking puzzled. "Excuse me?"

"Nothing," he said, waving away her concern. "It's an old Gershwin song, from a film called 'A Damsel in Distress'."

She looked at him with a slight frown, then turned back to the exit.

"Um, Hoshi?"

She turned back to him warily.

"Do you still think I'm pretty?" he asked, deadpan. At the look on her face, he burst out laughing.


The "Pretty" line that Hoshi says is from Firefly. I just had to use it.

The title is from a Gershwin song.

Feel free to leave reviews. I do love them!