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Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, don’t make money off ‘em.
 
Notes: This was the original response to a “Switcheroo” challenge from a friend. Write a “Day in the Life” story on the ship, but switch the crew around so they’re doing another job. The challenge is to keep their personalities and/or relationships relatively intact during the Switcheroo. Each chapter is told from the POV of a member of the “changed” crew.

This has been modified to reflect the current AU Switcheroo timeline. It comes after "Logic Applies in a Mud Pit".
 
Rating: T/PG
 
Spoilers: None
 
Pairings: R/S and TnT
 
Archive?: Sure, but let me know first, please. Thanks!


May 11, 2151

Hoshi Sato, captain of the Enterprise, loved the early mornings. Tai-chi and meditation in Hydroponics, then a quick shower and a light breakfast in the Mess before her shift on the Bridge. On her way to the Mess Hall, she heard a tiny yipping sound down the hallway. A beagle raced down the corridor, heading straight towards her. Before she could react, he flopped down across her boots on his back, his tongue lolling out, eyes bright.
 
 
She cautiously looked around, then reached into her pocket. “Here, boy. Don’t tell anyone, okay?” Then she popped a cheese cube into his mouth and patted Porthos on the head. “Good boy. Got away from your master again, hmmm?”
 
There was the sound of running feet, then Porthos’s master appeared at the end of the corridor. “Sorry, Captain. He slipped his leash and decided to make a run for it.”
 
“That’s all right, Lieutenant Commander Archer.” She smiled at Porthos and gave the dog a final pat. He gazed at her with pleading eyes, but she shook her head. Defeated, Porthos twisted back onto his feet and trotted to Archer’s feet. “S’shlik torun, Commander.”
 
Archer smiled. “S’shlik torun, Captain. Hwas’su reun da?
 
“My morning is well, thank you.” She allowed herself a maternal smile. Although Archer was older than she was, his cheerful enthusiasm made him seem ten years younger. He was always eager to meet new people, study new cultures, sometimes to the point of recklessness. Luckily, the other Bridge officers tempered his eagerness without stifling it.

“I understand that we’re due to meet with the Luruns in three days?”
 
“Yes. I’ve already uplinked their cultural and language database to your station on the bridge, Jon. It appears we’ve got some amazing similarities, but I want to make sure we don’t have any problems during our meeting.”
 
“I’ll go over it and get back to you with my recommendations as soon as possible, Captain.”
 
“Thanks, Jon.”
 
He whistled for Porthos, then the two of them strode down the corridor towards the turbolift. Hoshi laughed and shook her head; Jonathan Archer had become an important member of her crew, and she was glad he was aboard.
 
The Mess Hall was still relatively empty, but Hoshi spotted two people at a nearby table huddled over a PADD. Trip and T’Pol. Hmmm...now there’s a contradiction of personalities if I’ve seen one. The fiery Trip and coolly logical T’Pol, complete opposites, but somehow managing to forge a friendship as well as a working relationship. Hoshi’s sharp hearing picked up the words “upgrade”, “phase cannon”, “navigation”, “engineering” and “stubborn”. Obviously, Trip was blowing off some steam, while the Vulcan sat with her plomeek soup and listened patiently.
 
She entered the Captain’s Mess to see her breakfast partner already waiting for her. “Malcolm.”
 
He smiled at her and inclined his head. “Captain.”
 
“No ranks in here, remember?” She nodded at Crewman Cunningham and the steward went to fill her usual order. “You look tired.”
 
“A few minor crises in the middle of the night, nothing to worry about,” he reassured her. “Commander Mayweather injured his ankle climbing the rock wall in the gym. Luckily, it was only a sprain. Then Crewman Taliferro from Hydroponics ended up with a few rose thorns in his hand while he was pruning the bushes. Crewman Wyles from the Armory came in with a slight plasma burn on his—ahem. Apparently, he’d had an accident while training with the phase pistol—“
 
“Again? That’s the second time this month.”
 
“This time it wasn’t his fault. One of his fellows dropped his phase pistol and it went off—“
 
“Oh, good Lord. The man attracts more trouble than Trip does.” Hoshi smiled at Cunningham as he put a plate of fruit and a mug of green tea in front of her. She saw Malcolm give her breakfast a dubious look. “What?”
 
“Your meal looks rather sparse. Will that be enough to tide you over until lunch?”
 
She sighed, but then she saw the twinkle in his eye. “I could always add a slice of chocolate cheesecake, I suppose, if you’re that concerned.”
 
“And then I’d get a call from the Bridge when the sugar rush died down.”
 
“So there.” Hoshi shrugged and began to eat her breakfast. The two settled into easy conversation, chatting about all sorts of subjects. She listened as he talked about a new medical procedure; he commented on her first impressions of the Luruns. She enjoyed making new contacts as much as Jonathan Archer did and it was nice to find others who shared that interest.
 
The intercom whistled during a lull in the conversation. Hoshi shot an apologetic look at Malcolm as he rolled his eyes. She tabbed the button. “Sato here.”
 
“Commander Mayweather here. I’m in Science Lab One. Can you come down here for a moment?”
 
A smile quirked on her lips. “On my way, Travis. Sato out.” She wiped her mouth with her napkin. “Sorry, Malcolm, duty calls.”
 
“That’s quite all right; I should be getting back to work anyway. Lunch as usual?”
 
“Lunch as usual.” There was a genuine warmth in his gray-blue eyes that wasn’t there very often. Hoshi promised herself that she would do what she could to melt that ice.
 
“I’ll see you later.” She smiled at him and headed out of the captain’s mess.
First Officer/Science Officer Travis Mayweather

 

Commander Travis Mayweather’s second home was Science Lab One. If he wasn’t on the Bridge, in the gym or the Mess Hall, he was there. At the moment, he sat at one of the stations as he analyzed the scans of the Urathan Nebula. He stared at the screen with child-like wonder and joy. The bright reds and oranges danced on the screen and reflected off Travis’s dark eyes.

Now this is why I joined Starfleet, to see the wonders of the Universe.

“Beautiful, isn’t it, Travis?” asked a soft voice behind him.

He grinned and glanced over his shoulder. Captain Hoshi Sato leaned casually in the doorway, her uniform neat as a pin, her long black hair up in a braided bun. At their first meeting, he’d thought she didn’t seem to be old enough to be a captain, despite the four pips on her collar. Then he noticed the confidence in her eyes, the steel under the soft voice. People tended to underestimate Captain Sato, until they found out otherwise.

He chuckled and waved towards the screen. “That it is, Captain. Lemme show you something. See these variables? These are definitely not the norm for a Class Two nebula. I’m trying to compile all the scans and calculate the variances. There’s something about this one that’s got me curious.”

Hoshi frowned. “That’s the Urathan Nebula, not too far from the Lurun homeworld, isn’t it?”

“That’s right. Thought I’d run a couple of scans since we were going past it anyway, compare it to the baseline that was taken by the first survey team.” He tapped some keys on the computer; the screen split into two parts. “The baseline is on the left, with all the relevant information that was gathered on it. Our new scans are on the right.”

At first glance, the visuals of the nebula looked the same. Then Hoshi compared the two lists of data. “The radiation levels are different. It’s gone up. You think that might be the source of the problem?”

“I’m looking into the possibility. That’s close to a major trade route between Rymer’s World and Itharia, not to mention right in the middle of our course to Lurun. I’d suggest finding an alternate route around it, Hoshi. With these new radiation readings, I’m not inclined to get too close.”

“Agreed.” She clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Good job, Travis.”

“Just doing my job, ma’am.” He shrugged good-naturedly, then continued, “We should drop off some warning buoys before we leave that area.. I’d hate to see anyone get too close and get a hefty dose of irradiated particles.” As a Boomer, he was well aware of the effects of radiation poisoning on ship crews. He’d seen plenty of anomalies and other space artifacts growing up on a cargo ship.

“I’ll contact Engineering.” She smiled, then changed the subject. “Travis, how’s the crew doing? Everything all right?”

He swiveled around in his chair to face her and stood at relaxed attention. He felt himself become more formal as he slipped into his “first officer” mode. “Ratings are at plus ones and plus one point fives across the board, ma’am. A few people have come in to talk, let off a little steam, but for the most part, morale’s pretty good right now.”

“I’m glad the crew can come to you.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, Hoshi. You know this crew will stand by you. You’re strong.” He gave her a broad grin and was relieved that she matched it. “They all respect you.”

“Even Lieutenant T’Pol?”

“Even T’Pol.” A sudden thought made him sober. “Not many people can converse in her native language and can talk about Vulcan customs in an intelligent manner like you or Commander Archer can. I think that means a lot to her, more than she lets on.”

Hoshi gave him a thoughtful look. “You’re right. I’m considering inviting her to dinner, have Chef do a vegetarian menu, talk about language and philosophy. Get to know how she thinks, and not just how the Vulcan High Command wants her to think.”

“I think that’s a good idea. She’s an enigma to many people. Sometimes I think she’s more of one than Doctor Reed is, and that’s saying something.”

“Malcolm’s just reserved, but he does show some emotion,” Hoshi objected without thinking. If she hadn’t been distracted by her thoughts about T’Pol, she would have seen a knowing look on her first officer’s face. “Well, I’m off to the bridge. Call me if anything else comes up.”

“Will do, Captain.” Travis gave her a mock salute, then turned back to his scientific data as she left the room. He shook his head; ever since the crew's last shore leave on Risa, Travis noticed that both Hoshi and Malcolm were cordial towards each other, but something had changed. They were more professional, more standoffish...but it didn't fool Travis.

As a Boomer, he'd seen more than his share of shipboard relationships. When one didn't work out, you couldn't avoid the other person, unless one of you left the ship entirely. Travis understood the caution--and in Hoshi's case, she already had a complicated thing going on with Matt Hayes--but he wondered how long this situation was going to stay resolved.

And as much as Travis respected Hayes, he had the feeling Columbia's captain might end up the loser in this particular contest.

He thought, I wonder how long it’ll take her to figure it out. Hell, I wonder how long it’ll take the good doctor, ‘cause I think everyone else sees it, but they don’t.

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