Oh yeah! Top 5 Reed/T'Pol episodes, easy! T'Pol narrates that Enterprise is in peril! She is very upset that the crew won't survive.  Reedy is slumped over his station, looking more hysterical than anything else.  How long do you think DK had to stay like that?  Polly is documenting all this so Starfleet will have some sort of record, just like Reedy felt in Shuttlepod One!

    Ah yes, flashback.  T'Pol wants to study the black hole, but Trip jokes that they will get close enough to take pictures.  Polly turns and gives him the evil eye.  She reports to Archer that 'Lieutenant Reed has a new security protocal he'd like to discuss with you.'  T'Pol looks sleepy. Busy night?  Her head is nodding off to one side, but she still helps Archer with his writing dilemma.  She tells him to focus on one event that exemplified his father, and Archer has the nerve to insult her with how 'logical' her approach is <rolls eyes>.  T'Pol blinks and tries to leave, but Archer asks if she will write it for him.  Polly gets snippy,'I'm hardly qualified.'
    Oh yeah, Trip has all this other stuff to do, but Archer wants him to fix the Captain's Chair.  T'Pol tries to work while Trip buzzes away, but finally she asks him nicely to stop.  Trip snaps, 'I thought Vulcans had all this focus and mental discipline?' T'Pol says they also have sensitive hearing.  She stands and looks down at Trip. hehe.  Is she symbolicy bringing up his Dead Stop snafu?  Trip buzzes away again and T'Pol snaps, 'I'll be in my quarters.'

    Okay, everyone gets whacked out by the black hole's radiation, signified by them having an obsession. T'Pol says she isn't effected, but I think she is.  Her obsession is just the black hole and the crew's illness. But to Reedygoodness.  Malcolm points and orders his men.  Archer enters and Reedy looks around, hoping the place is spotless.  Malcolm says he would have  brought his proposal to Archer.  I think he feels like he's  being sent to the principal again.  Archer says the kiss of death, 'What's on your mind?'

    Reed's head starts spinning at the thought, then he plainly says Enterprise has sucked in battle.  'The crew's response is admirable, but I feel we can do better, sir.' Oh how Vulcan!  I think Malcolm has really buckled down since Dead Stop, too.  Malcolm says his protocal is more comprensive than 'Battle Stations'.  Archer sighs and rolls his eyes.   He appreciates  it, but Enterprise isn't a warship.  'That's obvious, sir.' Malcolm tries not to laugh at the thought.  He calls up all the battle info.  Reedy seems cool with himself cause he knows his stuff.  He clasps his hands behind his back, like T'Pol does.  I love his voice and gesture as Archer reads.  'The list goes on...'

    Malcolm waits with a slight smirk, but Archer tells him  to get senior officer feedback, 'Then....we'll....talkagain.'  Okay, Malcolm has clearly already spoken to T'Pol, but I guess that isn't good enough?!  Reedy looks dejected. 'Yes, sir.'  He says rather snippy.  Archer turns back, saying to call it something less aggressive than 'Battle Stations.'  Malcolm not only looks dejected, he looks just plain upset.  Battle Stations isn't aggressive, what else would you call it?!

    Ah, Trip and Reed. 'Condition Red?' Malcolm sits in the Mess and asks the preoccupied Trip.  Reedy rubs his chin, he wants something more dynamic than just 'Security Protocal'. Trip blabs about The Captain's Chair having a cup holder. 'Just what the Captain needs in a crisis-a place to rest his beverage!'  Malcolm says Trip should help him for 'It's a chair!' but 'It's the Captain's Chair! It's just as important as your Reed Alert!'   If ever there was a time italics described dialogue, this would be it!  Malcolm shifts. 'Reed Alert? That's not bad!'

    Hehe. Hoshi arrives and asks how her soup was.  I love the shot of Trip's empty bowl, and Malcolm full bowl!  Trip glares at Malcolm, but Reedy ignores Hoshi and does the chop's rub!  Hoshi asks Mally if something was wrong but he mumbles, 'Oh, it was lovely.'  Hoshi says she'll get more, but Reed tells her no. Could this still be shadows of Silent Enemy?  Malcolm shifts, saying he's not hungry, then waves her away. Hoshi asks him again what he thought of it. 'Well...it was a bit salty.'  Hoshi tastes from Malcolm's spoon and says it fine.  'It must just be me then,' Malcolm tries. 'Everyone else seems to be enjoying it.'
Dork.

    T'Pol is trying to get work done in her quarters and she calls Trip to install some interface for the sensors.  Trippy speculates T'Pol is getting back at him for making too much noise.  T'Pol turns to Trip with concern.  She just needs his help, baffoon!  Trip says he doesn't have time to 'cater to your whims'.  Polly is really surprised by even wackier Trip.  She asks if he is alright, in her most genuine fashion.  Trip's speech cracks me up.  His point is kind of valid, but I lost it when he says 'Gee, I wish this chair wasn't such a pain in the ass!' teehee.

    Malcolm goes to engineering to secure the engine fo his Reed Alert.  Although Malcolm feels 'Reed Alert' was too narcissistic.  Trip tosses aside the new 'Tactical Alert' data pad and says he'll do it later.  Reedy wants Trip's opinion on his klaxon.  Trip looks like he lost an eardrum!  'Or this one?!' Malcolm yells over his sounds and licks his lips.  Trip shouts, 'They both sound like a bag full of cats.' Malcolm pouts, 'Well which do you prefer?' hehe. It was such a geniune question, too!  Malcolm grows pissy then at Trip, 'Well they were designed to get your attention!'  Trip blows off  Malcolm and padd again.  'Fine!' Malcolm huffs. His eyes bug out.  'Let's hope we don't suffer a catastophic reactor breach in the meantime!'

    Trip calls Malcolm back, and Reedygoodness almost smiles. I told you I was right! Trip asks for some tool one of the Armory dudes took that he wants back.  Malcolm scoffs and storms out.  Okay, I have to give some slashy vibes to this one, but that's okay!

    Okay because the next scene is probably THE Reed and T'Pol scene.  A lot of people, well 10 people, became R/Tpolers after this scene!  Ahem....T'Pol walks into the Armory and Reedy barely turns to acknowledge her.  He works while she steps closer, 'Lieutenant I need your assistance,' hehehe.  Polly even checks him out.  'Clearance Code,' Malcolm kills the mood. He doesn't even look at her!  'I beg your pardon?' This is not how our 'foreplay' normally progresses. Mally turns partway. He explains 'The Armory is a restricted area.' The look on his face, and the way he says restricted!  'Even to the first officer?' T'Pol looks upset.  Malcolm shifts like he is annoyed at her presence. 'How do I know  you are the first officer?  We've encountered species who can alter their appearance. They could masquerade as any one of us! I've issued codes to all Senior Officers to reveal if the ship's been infiltrated by imposters.'

    Whew! Not only is there a little Two Days and Two Nights reference in there, but jeez.  Polly goes along with it. 'Part of your new security protocal?' No he did it for fun, um. You know, did he?  Malcolm is still only half turned to her. 'It was sent to your console as a voice encrypted command packet.'   T'Pol steps closer. Her voice is relaxed, 'I haven't been to the bridge for several hours.' Reedy huffs and puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head.  T'Pol walks all the way up to him and crosses her arms. She seems totally comfortable around Malcolm. 'As I was saying, I need help establishing a sensor interface in my quarters.' Reedy briefly looks at her, then gets back to work.  'I asked Commander Tucker but he became slightly agitated.' Polly circles Reedygoodness. 'It was uncharacteristic-even for him.' Hehe.

    Malcolm leans his head towards T'Pol. What? Yeah I'm listening. 'Have you noticed anything abnormal about his behavior?' Reedy looks sly, 'Why do you want to access the sensor array...' Reedy stands, '...from your quarters?'  All that she said since then and that is what he was thinking about? Dork!   T'Pol puts her hands behind her back.  'I was asked to run detailed scans of the trinary star system.' Okay, Polly is the First Officer. She doesn't have to explain diddly to Malcolm, yet she did, and she even indulged his whole protocal crap.  She also tried to confide in him about Trip. Cleary she sees Malcolm as an equal.

    That is until right now 80). 'I wasn't informed,' Reed whines and puts his tongue in his cheek.  'It isn't a Tactical Issue,' T'Pol checks out Reed's Tactical Issue.  Her last sentence bordered on being sarcastic, but now her voice grows soft. I think T'Pol is a little scared, but she tries to be firm. 'Lieutenant, why are you armed?'  Here we go!  'From now on, Security Personal are to wear side arms in all restricted areas.' Reedy looks down at his pistol and smirks.  In his warpped way is he trying to impress T'Pol?  'Have you cleared this with The Captain?' Now T'Pol is trying to be above, in control of wacked Malcolm.  'It's in my proposal,' Reedy smiles. 'Has he approved your proposal?' Gotcha!

    'I've been trying to get him to pay closer attention to security since we left spacedock. But he's more interested in fraternizing with the crew. Inviting them to breakfast and to watch water polo.' The looks on their faces! 'I intend to implement some long overdo changes. And if the Captain won't approve of them, I'll go directly to Starfleet Command!'

    Alrighty, Malcolm is wacked, and somehow he looks kinky or turned on by this what he thinks is a macho display.  T'Pol looks scared. I am dating a sociopath!  Suddenly, Malcolm changes back to his regular sweet self. His voice returns to his sweet tone and Reedy promptly asks 'Was there anything else?'  That actually was what made the whole thing creepy. The almost split personality effect. Oh Yeah!  T'Pol tells him there is nothing else, and Malcolm quickly sits back down to his work.

    You know, what is that hanging by T'Pol's door? And what is that horn thing on her shelf?  Anyway, T'Pol goes to wacked Hoshi for a bowl of soup. Polly tries to tell wacked Archer something is up, but the klaxons go off! 'This is a tactical alert,' Reed is annoyingly cute, but that frickin' noise isn't.  Reed crosses his arms at Tactical, 'The crew's response was unacceptable!'  Dictator Reed! 'I haven't even heard from Engineering!' The way he's pointing and the hands on his hips. It's funny, but scary too. Archer demands Reed shut of that damn noise, and Reedy does so reluctantly.  Archers says he never gave an order for a drill. 'Well, it wouldn't be much of a drill if everybody knew about it, sir!'   Italics just don't do it justice!

    T'Pol watches silenty while Reed tells Archer it took him One minute, fifteen seconds to get to his post.  Archer is really pissed at being timed, and Reed must really think this turns T'Pol on.  Archer  gets in Malcolm's face, and Our Boy looks so damn short!  'I'd expect more of our Commanding Officer give that the crew might follow his example!'  Jimminy Cricket Malcolm!

    Reed looks at Polly, I told you so!  Reedy turns his nose up when Trip arrives. One minute, forty nine seconds for Trip. Trippy sneers at Reed, then drags Archer to The Situation Room to Talk The Chair.  Malcolm cuts in front of Archer and yells at Trip. 'You ignored a Tactical Alert for this?!'  Reed's eyes bug out, but Trip ignores him and continues talking about the colors of the headrest. 'This is all a big joke to you?' OPR is well, Our Pissed Reed. 'Give it a rest!' Trip finally answers back, with his nostrils flaring, too. 'This isn't a bloody pleasure cruise!'

    T'Pol steps closer and Reed gets in Trip's face. 'Without proper discipline on this ship, this mission is doomed.' Oh he is still so aware that T'Pol is watching! 'Why don't you go play soldier somewhere else?'  Reed's voice softens just a tad to respond to Trip. This is his scariest voice I think. It's so unassuming, like Norman Bates. 'If this were a military situation, you'd be taken out and shot!'

        Fight! Trip started it!  He shoves Reedy to the bulkhead and Archer looks up.  Reed's eyes bug out. You messed up my uniform!  I'd pay to see this fight. It could go either way. Trip would win on sheer brawn, but I'm sure Malcolm's got some devious and ingenius Tactical plan up his sleeve. And I think Trip would know when to stop. I don't think wacked Malcolm does.

    Archer gets in and pushes Trip to the opposite bulkhead. Reed glares at Trip. Ha! 'I don't care what color the headrest is or whether is can serve me iced tea! I just want a place to sit when I'm on duty!'  Trip looks hurt at Archer's comments. But it rhymes!  Reed has inched closer and I think he is making faces at Trip from behind Archer.  Archer turns to Malcolm and pushes his back against the wall.  'And If I hear that alarm one more time, I'll have you taken out and shot!'
    Reed's eyes bug out the most I think they've ever bugged. How dare you touch and threaten me! To Starfleet I must!  Archer tells T'Pol to leave him alone unless its an emergency.  Reedy glares at Trip, and vice versa still.  T'Pol looks back and forth at Tripeed. She is majorly perplexed.

    T'Pol does go to Archer, and The Captain regrets not locking his door. T'Pol says there is an emergency. The crew is 'preoccupied with trivial matters.' Reed isn't, and if T'Pol is infected, she isn't.  Some think Archer got into T'Pol's face and was going to kiss  her, I disagree. A minute ago he was wishing he had locked her out. If anything I think he would have it her, but that 'I'm busy!' Is perhaps the creepiest I've seen Scott Bakula.  Archer throws T'Pol out literally and even threatens to deport her!

    Now T'Pol goes to Mad Phlox.  Polly looks nauseous at seeing Mayweather's Brain.  Polly is shocked that Phlox is also obsessed, but she tries to stop him.  Phlox flicks the scapel in his hand towards Polly, 'Please remove your hand. I won't ask you again.'  Polly remains No Fear Chick and lets go.  She does the Vulcan Pinch on Phlox!  Cool TP and Cool Creepy Phlox.

    Polly goes around the ship, stopping to check fallen crewmembers. She even places a comforting hand on one's shoulder.  T'Pol checks wacked Hoshi and reports 'Ironically Doctor Phlox's obsession with Ensign Mayweather's headache has provided some useful data.' Just like your obsession with the black hole!  Polly is worried she won't save the crew in time! Who has the hero complex now?  T'Pol needs a pilot to fly the delicate course near the black holes.  She throws Archer in the shower and gives him bad coffee.  Ew the shower scene, but I love the whole psuedo Spock! 'Do you understand what I'm telling you?!'  hehe.  'Vulcan phisology seems to be immune,' I don't think so TP!  Polly dabs Archer dry (dork!) and The Captain whines 'Lousy Coffee.' Okay, one don't they have autopilot, and two, don't they have an automatic coffee maker?

    'We have no other choice,' T'Pol tells Cadet Archer. The way he is clinging to that joystick! 'How much longer is this going to take?' hehe.  JB unconsiously does a DK shaken not stirred!  'Six minutes.' Archer grunts, 'I'm good for that.' Moving on!

    Polly is very Spock this episode.  I love her viewfinder! T'Pol navigates and Archer pilots through the debris, but one big ass piece remains! Archer calls for weapons but T'Pol says they will take too long to charge.  Enterprise is hit by a piece of debris and The Tactical Alert goes off. Is Malcolm such a nerd that even wacked he invents something cool and worthwhile?  T'Pol skips to Tactical and leans over Malcolm.  The weapons have come online and Polly fires!  It's a shame Reedy was asleep, I think that's the closest his been to T'Pol onscreen!  T'Pol shuts of the alarm at Archer's request, but I suspect it was annoying her too. She walks back to Science as if nothing had ever happened.  Now, Trip wakes up and says, 'Did we get some nice pictures of the black hole?' Archer looks at T'Pol and she blinks I refuse to answer that question!

    Archer and T'Pol go to Sickbay, and Phlox thanks Polly for her Vulcan mojo.  T'Pol admits she didn't think it would work on a Denoblian. Teehee. Malcolm gets sent ot Principal Archer.  'You wanted to see me, Captain?' His arms are behind his back.  Archer wants Malcolm to chill, but I think he enjoys teasing him. Um.... Archer says 'When T'Pol and I....' Archer knows Malcolm is her man and he had the chance to say something exclusively Jonny and Polly so he did. Dork.  Reed's head turns at Archer saying the Tactical Alert went off.  'I heard sir.' So, Malcolm was semi-concious during all that close Pollyness? Did he cop a feel?

    Reed says he deactivated the protocals, but Archer tells him he shouldn't have.  Reedy is surprised, but tries not to show it.  Archer says he got the weapons online when they needed them, and he wants to make the system standard procedure, 'If you have no objection.'  Reed blinks Well it's about Bloody time! He licks his lips and does as much of a happy dance as is his style.  'No objections here, sir.' Reedy shifts, but Archer turns his back and Malcolm smiles!  Archer turns back though, with one of his best deadpans, 'You still need to work on that alarm.'  Mally gives his nervous smile, 'I'll get right on it.'

    Trip is on the Bridge fixing the Captain's Chair. Reed follows Archer out of the ready room in disbelief. I was hoping I imagined that part! Archer says the chair looks no different, and Reedy crosses his arms at Trip.  Reed sits and looks at T'Pol, and she him.  Trip tells Archer to sit and admits he lowered the chair one centimeter.  Reed gives Trip The Glare  when The Southern Wit tells Archer 'Cross your legs.'  All that for...that?!

    Trip says he can add dampners and status displays, but Archer says thanks, but no thanks.  Reedy shifts. Why didn't I think of that?  Malcolm is lost in theory on micro dampners, but then Trip asks Archer if he wants him to add the cup holder.  Reed is well, WFT? He shifts and straightens his uniform then tries to get back to work. Then maybe I can forget That atrocity!  All that and Archer still won't sit in the chair. He gets up and leans over T'Pol, asking for her to listen to his prefece.  She blinks.