Father's Day

By Silverbullet

Rating: PG

Genres: family

Keywords: marriage

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Summary: A sequel to Mother's Day. Miss T is back. If ya didn't read Mother's Day yet, stop here and read it first. Character introductions are there.

Disclaimer (necessary): Star Trek: Enterprise and its characters are copyright CBS/Paramount. No copyright infringement is intended by the author of this story, which is solely for the purpose of entertainment and is not for profit.

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Miss T came in to Trip's workshop. "Father, I was looking further in to that old database where I found out about Mother's Day. I discovered that a month later there was a Father's Day," she said.

"Oh, there was?" replied Trip nervously.

"Yes, and since we honored Mother on Mother's Day, we are going to honor you on Father's Day," said Miss T.

"Can't we skip it? I won't mind," said Trip.

"No," answered Miss T a bit sharply. "Chip, Malcolm and I will see that Mother finds an appropriate gift for you," said Miss T.

"Goody," smiled Trip. "I can't wait." Miss T turned and walked out of Trip's workshop.

Trip was contemplating how much this was going to cost him when Miss T reentered with part of the answer.

"We will be going out to dinner on Father's Day," she said. "I will need a new gown for that."

"I bought you a new gown for Mother's day, wear that one," replied Trip.

"I cannot, Father. I have already worn it. We will seem too poor to afford a new gown when I need one," replied Miss T.

"Well, you can tell your friends that your father was too poor to afford a new gown for you, since you haven't got an income of your own," grinned Trip.

"It will cost less than a month's pay, Vice Admiral Daddy," said Miss T.

"You people put a pretty good dent in our savings for Mother's Day. I need this month's pay to build my savings back up again. You kids are going to start being more expensive in a few years," said Trip.

"That is in the future. I need a new gown now to make you proud of me when we go to dinner," smiled Miss T, with her best, "I have you wrapped around my little finger" smile.

"I was very proud of you in that gown you wore for Mother's Day," replied Trip. "Wear it, Pumpkin."

Miss T stormed out of the workshop. Trip sighed a satisfied sigh. Miss T would be mad for a while, but she would come around, he hoped.

Trip was still working on his project when Chip and Malcolm walked in. "What are you doing, Dad?" asked Chip.

"Working," came the short reply from Trip.

"I can see that, Dad. But on what?" said Chip.

"Nothing that would interest you," said Trip.

"Which means you don't want us to know because you think we will blab about it," chortled Chip.

Trip turned around exasperated. "What do you boys want? I suppose you want new outfits for Father's Day, too," said Trip.

"Hey, that's a great idea. Thanks for thinking of it, Dad, we'd like that." smiled Chip.

"Hey, wait! That was a rhetorical statement," said Trip.

"We will be thinking of you, Dad, when we go shopping for the clothes," said Malcolm and both boys hurried out of the workshop.

Good thing I still have my tux, thought Trip. At least T'Pol won't need anything new; she has a closet full of beautiful gowns. She'll pick one of them.

Trip was still working when he heard Chip shout. "We are off to San Francisco. You want us to bring you back anything?"

"My bank account intact will do," Trip shouted back and heard the flyer take off. Damn, they are going to San Francisco. Probably have lunch there while breaking the bank. Guess I have to fix my own lunch. Better open a can of soup I guess, thought Trip.

Later that day Trip was back in his workshop where he had checked his chronometer every five minutes. Where are they? he wondered. Been gone for hours. I hope they left something for somebody else to buy. I wonder if I can draw an advance on my salary.

At last Trip heard the flyer settle to the ground. He heard the kids whooping it up as they ran up to the workshop door. He noticed T'Pol walking behind.

The kids burst in full of news. "Dad," said Chip excitedly. "I found a great jacket and slacks to match. Took a while to find the right shirt, but I did."

"That's wonderful," said Trip through gritted teeth.

"I found a suit that fits me dad. It looks like a tuxedo," said Malcolm.

"Just what you need to grow out of," grumbled Trip.

Miss T started but then turned to T'Pol, "You inform father, Mother."

"Miss T and I are going to your Father's Day dinner as mother and daughter look-a-like's. We bought the same gown. Of course hers was smaller and less expensive," said T'Pol.

"Thank God," said Trip.

"Should we show him, Mother?" asked Miss T.

"No, he should wait until we dress for his Father's Day dinner," said T'Pol.

Father's Day evening found Trip in his tux waiting for his family. Chip came out looking nice in his new jacket, slacks and shirt. Malcolm looked great in his new tuxedo. Then T'Pol and Miss T made their entrance. They do look alike, thought Trip. Miss T and T'Pol did their best to make their hair look similar, but the gowns were perfect. Miss T looked like a miniature T'Pol. She was very pretty, and would be as beautiful as her mother when she grew up.

"Everyone ready?" asked Trip.

"Yes," came a chorus from his family, and they all piled into the flyer.

"It is your night, Dad," said Chip. "You choose the restaurant."

"Oh good, then we'll go to the Human section on the Starfleet campus. There are some great restaurants there."

"Oh no," said Malcolm and Chip.

"We've been there before," said Malcolm.

"You have been to the Vulcan Section too, and often," said Trip. "Would you rather go to a Klingon restaurant and have live worms?"

"Please proceed to the Human section," said Miss T.

"Thank you," said Trip turning the flyer.

Trip was going through his mind, Which restaurant do I want? A steak house? I can get a two-inch Prime rib there; Greek? grape leaves; Scandinavian, a smorgasbord, Italian, Chinese? That sounds good. Start with wonton soup, then some chop suey, sweet and sour pork, pork fried rice. Perhaps some lemon chicken if I still have room. "Okay, Chinese it is," said Trip.

There were groans from all of his family. "You people are still intent on those live worms, aren't you?" Trip said.

"No, Father," said Miss T. "We just think Father's Day dinner should be more fitting."

"Fitting? Okay, the Officer's Club," said Trip "That should be fitting."

"Oh yes," exclaimed Miss T. "The men in their dashing uniforms and the women in their elegant gowns. We will fit right in."

"What do you two think, boys?" asked Trip.

"Sounds good to us," replied Chip and Malcolm.

T'Pol spoke through the Bond. "They still don't accept me."

"The Boys and Miss T may as well learn now," replied Trip through the bond. "They won't dare do anything now. I'm scheduled to be promoted full Admiral next cycle and they know it. Besides a Vice Admiral carries a lot of clout."

Sometime later Trip pulled up in front of the Officer's Club. "All out," he said. Once all of the Tucker family were standing in front of the club, Trip said. "Vice Admiral Tucker and family, I am not in uniform tonight."

The sergeant who guarded the front door said, "Please step forward for identity screening."

Trip stepped over to a screen and leaned forward, placing his hands on the counter and his eyes against the scanner "Vice Admiral Tucker," he said.

"Welcome Admiral Tucker," came a disembodied voice.

"Please go in," said the sergeant. He had a look of distaste in his eyes.

"Sergeant!" barked Trip, glaring at the man. The sergeant's eyes unfocused and he stared forward. He said nothing.

The Tuckers proceeded into the Club.

"Vice Admiral Tucker and family. We do not have reservations. Sorry," said Trip.

"No problem; this way," said the android waiter. He led them to a table in the center of the room not far from the dance floor. There was a 'Reserved' sign on the table, which the waiter removed. "Your table, sir," said the android.

"Miss T was looking around all wide eyed. She had never been in the club before. The boys had, and were being very blasé about it. T'Pol could feel eyes on her. She looked around, but as soon as she did eyes dropped.

"They still don't like that you have a Vulcan wife," she said through the bond.

"Never mind, let the kids enjoy it here," replied Trip through the bond.

A human waiter approached. "You are too high ranking for an android waiter. I will be your server," he said.

The man looked at the people sitting at the table. Everyone but Trip had pointed ears. Chip and Malcolm had human eyebrows but Miss T had Vulcan eyebrows.

The waiter handed out menus "Anything to drink before you order?" he asked.

"Beer for me," said Trip.

"I will have carbonated water, please," said T'Pol.

"Cola," said Chip and Malcolm.

"Miss T seemed to be considering and then said, "Carbonated water for me too, please."

The waiter departed and the kids began to read the menus. Trip already knew what he wanted: prime rib, mashed potatoes and peas with pecan pie for desert.

T'Pol would eat human food, but usually only a salad. "I believe I will have a large green salad tonight," she said.

Chip spoke up, "A large T-Bone steak, large baked potato, peas and carrots, and apple pie for desert," he stopped. "I guess I will have the soup of the day and a salad too."

"Where are you going to put all that?" asked Trip.

Trip looked at the menu. Chip's bill would break the national treasury. He had chosen the most expensive entrée. It was more costly than prime rib.

Malcolm piped up, apparently trying to imitate his older brother. "I am going to have the same."

"You could not possibly eat all of that," said T'Pol. "Only half portions for you."

"Dance?" asked Trip.

"You know I do not enjoy dancing," replied T'Pol through the bond.

"Rub their noses in it," replied Trip through the bond.

He could feel T'Pol's amusement at that. "I would love to dance," she said.

They got up and walked out on to the dance floor. They returned to the table after dancing a set of three.

While they were dancing the children ordered. When Trip and T'Pol returned, the kids sat innocently saying nothing.

Trip was enjoying his beer and thinking of ordering another when three waiters arrived pushing a cart. They began to put plates of food on the table.

"We knew you would be hungry, Daddy," said Miss T. "So we ordered an extra large prime rib for you and a large baked potato."

"Did you order a pea patch too?" asked Trip. Miss T looked puzzled.

 "Never mind," said Trip.

"We don't want all of this," said Trip. "Take it back."

"The food is good and properly prepared. You cannot return it on a whim. Even if you did, you will be billed for the entire cost," said the waiter

"Entire cost?" said Trip. "Okay kids; dig in."

Both T'Pol and Miss T had salads without soup or deserts.

"The salads contain lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber slices and radishes," said the waiter.

Chip and Malcolm had soup, a small salad, a large T-Bone steak and a large baked potato.

"Butter or sour cream and bacon bits on your baked potato?" asked one of the waiters.

"Don't want to ruin a good potato with that sour cream," said Trip. "Just butter."

"Me, too," echoed both Chip and Malcolm.

The prime rib was very tender and slightly pink, the way Trip liked it. He quickly put away most of his dinner.

"Dad," said Chip. "I can't eat all of this. Can you help me?"

Malcolm was looking at his mother. "I don't want all of this," he whimpered.

"I can help with your soup, salad and potato because they are vegetables," replied T'Pol.

"Chip, I am full up to the eyeballs," said Trip. "You are going to have to eat it all yourself."

Miss T who had finished her medium salad said. "You shouldn't have been so greedy, Chip. It serves you right."

Chip, who was by now thoroughly miserable, was in no mood for Miss T's jibes. He glared at her but said nothing.

"Dad, please. I don't want to waste this food," said Chip.

"Chip, I can't. I would get sick if I tried to eat any more."

Trip signaled the waiter. "You got a doggie bag or two?" he asked.

"We do NOT have doggie bags," huffed the waiter.

"Guess we are going to sit here until you finish your meal, boys," said Trip.

"Can't we leave it?" pleaded Chip.

"Going to cost money, Chip," reminded Trip.

Trip finally signaled the headwaiter. "Check please."

The check arrived. Trip drew in a sharp breath. "Damn, there goes next month's paycheck," he murmured. He reluctantly paid.

"You should tip the waiters," said Miss T, "all except the android."

Where in hell am I going to get the money? wondered Trip. He looked in his wallet, found a few lonely bills in there, and tipped the staff.

"Let's go, kids," said Trip, "before you find anything else you want to buy."

When they got home Miss T said "Did you like your special day, Father?"

"Wonderful," replied Trip.

"Good night, Daddy," Miss T said and walked upstairs.

"Good night" echoed Chip and Malcolm and they too walked upstairs.

When Trip and T'Pol were undressing for Bed, Trip said "You know, T'Pol, I don't think I can afford to let Miss T look at the database anymore."

 

Finis

 


Comments:

Lt. Zoe Jebkanto
I've grinned and laughed my way through Mother's and Father's day. Poor, poor Trip! Now as we venture into Fall... How will the Tuckers spend THANKSGIVING? I'm with Weeble- More Miss T!
Asso

Weebly said:

More Miss T.

I say: a little more such stories, SB!:D

 

Eireann

Oh, poor Trip - the Father's day from financial hell! Great stuff.  :)

weeble

More Miss T

More Miss T

enjoyed the story SB

 

Cogito

"I don't think I can afford to let Miss T look at the database anymore."

Brilliant!

Well done, Silverbullet.

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