It Could Happen
Chapter 5
By LikeAStone
Disclaimer: fjdskal;qnm
Note: Sorry, I have been grounded all week.
READ THIS NOTE: PLEASE DON'T READ THIS CHAPTER IF YOU ARE UNDER 13 (SORRY
TO DISCRIMINATE) THERE IS ONE LINE TOWARDS THE END THAT SHOULD NOT BE SAID
IN POLITE COMPANY. REED JUST CAN'T KEEP HIS MOUTH SHUT.
* * * * * * * * * *
Phlox finished reading the scans on the monitor by the beds. He smiled and
hovered back into view of the two men.
"You both have completely adapted to each other's bodies. Now, anything
that happens to Lieutenant Reed will affect you, Commander Tucker, and
anything that happens to Commander Tucker will affect you too, Lieutenant
Reed."
The door whooshed open and Subcommander T'pol ended with a few PADDs in her
hand, "The captain asked me to give this to you."
"Work?" asked Reed sort of hopefully.
"No."
"Promotion notices for exceptional bravery?" asked Tucker.
"No."
"Dischargement notices?"
"No."
"Tetris?"
"Pardon?"
"Never mind."
"They are histories of what are politically-incorrectly referred to as
'Siamese Twins'. The captain thought that you might like to read about how
others dealt with their condition."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Forty minutes later, Reed and Tucker were still poring over the PADDs.
Tucker laughed, "Here, listen to this, Twit and, are you ready for this?"
Reed set two PADDs down, "Hit me."
"Twit and Twat from Liberia," Trip showed him the picture of two dark-
skinned men, joined at the head.
"I wonder which one's Twat," Reed laughed.
"No, wait, check out these two - conjoined at the chest, says here that
they were born sharing a nipple."
"See? It could be much worse," Reed smirked.
"Yeah, you can have my kidney, Mal, just leave my nipples alone!"
"Is this a bad time?" Hoshi said as she came into the two men's view, "I
promise not to steal your nipples, Trip, I was just wondering if you two
wanted anything to eat." She set down a tray of food.
"Thanks, Hoshi," Tucker said as he helped himself to a few grapes.
"Thank you, Hoshi. Pass me some milk, huh, Trip?"
"So, what's it like?" Hoshi asked as she watched the two men eat.
"It's kinda like a 3-legged race," Tucker shrugged, as he picked up a
peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
"How are you guys going to go back to work?"
Reed paused to swallow a mouthful of mashed potatoes, "Well, I can't
imagine it will make that big of a difference. Tucker will hang out by his
precious engines, and I will shoot anything suspicious looking aliens that
come near."
3 hours later
"Uh, Malcolm?"
"Yes?"
"Where did that red rash all over your neck come from?" Tucker leaned
closer to Reed, looking extremely concerned.
Malcolm placed his hand over his neck and felt the bumps, "Phlox!!!
Phlox!!!"
"Yes?" Phlox popped his head in from behind the privacy curtain that had
been set up, "Oh, dear!" he said when he saw Malcolm's rash.
"It's just like one of those that I get when I eat peanuts," said Malcolm,
"Except I didn't eat any peanuts."
Phlox inspected Reed's neck cautiously and then glanced at Trip, "Well?"
"Um... Well, I may have had some peanut butter, but would that be enough to
give him that big of a rash?"
"Like I said, anything that you do will affect him." He spread a colloid
gel across Malcolm's neck, "You'll be fine in a few hours."
"Sorry, Mal," Trip muttered once Phlox had left the room.
"So anything you do affects me, huh?" Malcolm raised his eyebrows in
Tucker's direction.
Tucker nodded and sighed, "I guess so."
"Well, good," Reed smiled, "Then THAT explains why I got a hard-on when
T'pol entered the room."
Tucker just blushed.
Chapter 5
By LikeAStone
Disclaimer: fjdskal;qnm
Note: Sorry, I have been grounded all week.
READ THIS NOTE: PLEASE DON'T READ THIS CHAPTER IF YOU ARE UNDER 13 (SORRY
TO DISCRIMINATE) THERE IS ONE LINE TOWARDS THE END THAT SHOULD NOT BE SAID
IN POLITE COMPANY. REED JUST CAN'T KEEP HIS MOUTH SHUT.
* * * * * * * * * *
Phlox finished reading the scans on the monitor by the beds. He smiled and
hovered back into view of the two men.
"You both have completely adapted to each other's bodies. Now, anything
that happens to Lieutenant Reed will affect you, Commander Tucker, and
anything that happens to Commander Tucker will affect you too, Lieutenant
Reed."
The door whooshed open and Subcommander T'pol ended with a few PADDs in her
hand, "The captain asked me to give this to you."
"Work?" asked Reed sort of hopefully.
"No."
"Promotion notices for exceptional bravery?" asked Tucker.
"No."
"Dischargement notices?"
"No."
"Tetris?"
"Pardon?"
"Never mind."
"They are histories of what are politically-incorrectly referred to as
'Siamese Twins'. The captain thought that you might like to read about how
others dealt with their condition."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Forty minutes later, Reed and Tucker were still poring over the PADDs.
Tucker laughed, "Here, listen to this, Twit and, are you ready for this?"
Reed set two PADDs down, "Hit me."
"Twit and Twat from Liberia," Trip showed him the picture of two dark-
skinned men, joined at the head.
"I wonder which one's Twat," Reed laughed.
"No, wait, check out these two - conjoined at the chest, says here that
they were born sharing a nipple."
"See? It could be much worse," Reed smirked.
"Yeah, you can have my kidney, Mal, just leave my nipples alone!"
"Is this a bad time?" Hoshi said as she came into the two men's view, "I
promise not to steal your nipples, Trip, I was just wondering if you two
wanted anything to eat." She set down a tray of food.
"Thanks, Hoshi," Tucker said as he helped himself to a few grapes.
"Thank you, Hoshi. Pass me some milk, huh, Trip?"
"So, what's it like?" Hoshi asked as she watched the two men eat.
"It's kinda like a 3-legged race," Tucker shrugged, as he picked up a
peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
"How are you guys going to go back to work?"
Reed paused to swallow a mouthful of mashed potatoes, "Well, I can't
imagine it will make that big of a difference. Tucker will hang out by his
precious engines, and I will shoot anything suspicious looking aliens that
come near."
3 hours later
"Uh, Malcolm?"
"Yes?"
"Where did that red rash all over your neck come from?" Tucker leaned
closer to Reed, looking extremely concerned.
Malcolm placed his hand over his neck and felt the bumps, "Phlox!!!
Phlox!!!"
"Yes?" Phlox popped his head in from behind the privacy curtain that had
been set up, "Oh, dear!" he said when he saw Malcolm's rash.
"It's just like one of those that I get when I eat peanuts," said Malcolm,
"Except I didn't eat any peanuts."
Phlox inspected Reed's neck cautiously and then glanced at Trip, "Well?"
"Um... Well, I may have had some peanut butter, but would that be enough to
give him that big of a rash?"
"Like I said, anything that you do will affect him." He spread a colloid
gel across Malcolm's neck, "You'll be fine in a few hours."
"Sorry, Mal," Trip muttered once Phlox had left the room.
"So anything you do affects me, huh?" Malcolm raised his eyebrows in
Tucker's direction.
Tucker nodded and sighed, "I guess so."
"Well, good," Reed smiled, "Then THAT explains why I got a hard-on when
T'pol entered the room."
Tucker just blushed.