ЭНТ - фик. Арчер, Шрен, Совал.

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Фэндом: Star Trek ENT
Персонажи: Арчер, Совал, Шрен.
Пейринг: там же, те же.
Рейтинг: обычный.
Это я заразилась от Илэра-иного клипа "Don't hurt me, lala..."
Подозреваю, есть спеллинговые ошибки.





Archer startled. He thought about that talk with Soval. He thought hard.

- Computer, record entry, personal diary. Is it love? What do you think, Porthos?

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Soval was angry, but tried to work on it logically. Suddenly he was beamed ua to the Andorian ship with one short andorian shouting his antennas out at him. Of course, what was his name… Oh, yeah, Shran.
- Am I kidnapped?
- You are, Greeenskin!

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Malcolm Reed thought that he ought to inform Archer about the new information.
- Come in! – called the captain from inside his quoters.
- Sir, I have the information, that…
- Well, I’m sure it’s important, but it can wait till you eat with me – smiled Archer- Sit down. Today we have fish!
- Em. I, I think that you would like to know this, Captain. – Malcolm was trying to do his best and not let the over-warm captain to sidetrack him.
Archer sigh and gave in.
- Well, let’s see it, than.
- The information concerns ambassador Soval. According to Federation’s sources, he was kidnapped, sir.
Archer placed chin on hands, leaned forward, and listened attentively.

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- Commander, what do we need that stinking stealthy Vulcan for?
- I think, the Vulcans are plotting something. I want to ask him a few questions. Do you understand?
- Aye, aye, commander Shran. But still… What do we do with him now?
- I won’t tell you anything. – voiced up Soval. He tried to reason with illogical Andorian; - You realize that it’s an Interstellar incident?
- Put him on the brig!
- Come on, you.
As he was led out, Soval met Shran’s gaze. It was long and scrutinizing.

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Archer didn’t know what to do. Logic said he should stay out of this, but some part of him was arching to go and do something. He knew Soval, he knew Shran. He had to find the way to make piece with them. Archer paced a little; played with yellow ball.
After 30 minutes he raced down the corridors toward the Bridge. He wanted to talk to Shran.

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- What do you know about the “Vulcan plan”?
- Nothing.
- I know you know something!
- Indeed, I know “something”. But I do know nothing about the Plan. There’s now plan.
- You’re lying, - hissed Shran, - I see it in your eyes.

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- Commander, there is an input signal from communicator.
- I’m not here!
- It’s from the Enterprise.
- Damn. Open frequencies.
Archer’s face appeared on screen.
- Shran.
- Not now, Pinkskin! I’m busy.
- That’s why I want to talk to you.
Shran squinted suspiciously at the screen. (прищурился)
- Come on. – Archer raised eyebrows.
- Oo-ok, Pinkskin. You can come aboard.
- Archer out.
- Yes-s. See you. Damn Pinkskin, always sticking his nose everywhere…

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Soval was hurting. His head have been sanding him endless signals of pain, and even meditation didn’t help. The irritating presence of Shran didn’t help it ether. Honestly, Soval didn’t understand what the andorian wanted from him, and he disliked the fact.

Suddenly he saw captain Archer, who was all smiles, and Shran with contented air around him. Now, that should be interesting. Soval rose from the floor using the wall for support.

- Ambassador Soval!
- Captain. I ought to tell that I’m glad to see you.
- We reached an agreement with Shran. – Archer’s smile was unnervingly wide. Shran was watching silently. – He agreed that his actions were a bit off.
- He really did say a “bit”?
- Yes, he did. So why don’t we all eat together and discuss the situation, so that we can express our fillings.
- I do not wish to discuss anything with the Andorians. – Soval looked at Shran from his height, adgasted his clothes, and tried to walk towards the door. He stumbled in the middle, and found Shran’s hands on him, steadying and not letting fall. Archer hurried to help a moment later, and they carried the Vulcan into the Transporter room.

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Shran didn’t know how he let Pinkskin to talk him into it.