Summary: S/M, Rated PG. Hoshi and Travis discuss Shakespeare...sort of.

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  By Daffnie

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       They say he's a space boomer, the cute Travis Mayweather. I believe it. He acts like one, always talking about where he's been and what he's seen. (I get jealous sometimes.) Even the way he walks in the corridors reveals that he's a boomer. It's almost like he can't hold himself up with the 1g pulling down.
       I find myself following him around, but I don't know why. I'm not in love with him or anything (although he is adorable), yet I have lunch with him all the time. We joke around and make fun of Porthos (stupid dog...I'm just glad Archer's not around to hear).
       I visited him in the sweet spot the other day as a result of his magnetic hold on me. (I can't get away from him no matter how hard I try. And I'm beginning to think that I'm being set up by the Captain. I'm assigned to duties that almost always include Travis...but hey, I guess it's not as bad as working with T'Pol can be.) Mayweather was floating in his usual corner reading Shakespeare from a tattered, leather covered book. I thought it was odd for a space boomer. What did he care about ancient Earth literature? He's barely even been there. He said he actually likes some of what Shakespeare wrote; A Midsummer Night's Dream and Hamlet are his favorites. Travis laughed and said that he'd read just about all his other works, but only to say that he's read them.
       And hey, it's fine with me. If he wants to impress people, that's one really good way to do it.
       I told him I've only read Romeo and 17 different languages. Communications courses and the Advanced Literature and Composition class at the Academy required it. Travis wanted to know what I thought of the story. I pushed off from a wall to get closer to him and said that it was alright. It had a certain beauty, but I found it mushy and a bit unrealistic. Who in their right mind would kill themselves for another person? Seems foolish to me.
       I actually told him that, and he looked at me funny for a moment. I wanted to kick myself. What a stupid thing to say. But he just smiled, and I blushed. I suddenly became queezy in the zero g, and I lost my hold on the wall. I went spinning around the room, trying to remain steady as I had been taught in training. It's like swimming, only different, and I hate to swim. So like I expected, all my attempts kept me twirling around like a perpetual flushing toilet, and I was tempted to cry from embarassment then vomit as my churning stomach sent acid up my throat. I don't think I've ever felt so sick in my life.
       Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, putting a merciful halt to the spins. Travis looked at me with amused eyes and a smile on his lips that mocked. I felt stupid again, and smiled back only to hide that damned embarassment of mine.
       He went back to the topic of Shakespeare as he retreated back to his corner...hanging upside-down like a bat. He asked me if I'd like to attend a book discussion he was organizing for A Midsummer Night's Dream. At first, I thought he was joking, but then he went on about how he got Archer, Trip, and some other crewmembers (even T'Pol, to my surprise) into coming. I shrugged and agreed...then bolted out of there to read some archaic lit.
       Boy, did I find it boring...
       Despite my renewed disappointment in Shakespeare, I came to his quarters at 1800 hours, like it said in a note he sent me. Travis was sitting on the floor, his side facing me, and no one else was around. He looked deep in thought, staring straight ahead, and didn't even move when I came close. It felt creepy, him just sitting there and not moving. I walked closer, and was about to open my mouth to ask him if he'd like me to leave when he spoke first.
       "You didn't actually believe I was having a book discussion, did you, Hoshi?" he asked quietly, still staring.
       He made a noise that I assumed was a laugh. Then his head turned slowly, his eyes were wide and held steady on mine. Frankly, it scared the crap out of me. I blinked, and he got up so quickly that I barely noticed. He stood mere inches from me, just staring like my face was the most fascination thing he's ever seen, then his gaze dropped slightly to my lips. I fought the urge to lick them. He took my hands lightly in his, then let them drop slowly back to my sides.
       "'O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!'" he murmured.
       Then...he gently swept the back of his hand across my cheek and smiled slightly. I didn't know what to think. Why was he touching me? I flinched...
       He didn't seem to notice. He moved closer to kiss me, put his hands behind my neck, but I pushed him away and stepped back.
       "No, Travis," I simply said, and I instantly saw his pain. He appeared sad but not sorry, then his eyes seemed to be set on fire. Was he angry at me?
       "You don't know how beautiful you are, do you Hoshi? And I don't mean just physically..." he whispered.
       I said nothing.
       He continued, "Do you know how much I adore you? How many times I've wanted to just be with you like this, alone without duties, without restrictions or someone in the way?"
       I shook my head and responded, "Don't fall in love with me Travis, I won't let you. Love is only there so our species can procreate, and I'm not interested in having any children. Please try to understand."
       And I walked out.
       We never made fun of Porthos again...