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"The Thorn and the Rose"
Rating: PG-13 A/N: Many thanks to Distracted for her beta-ing skills. CHAPTER 17: HOSHI "Are you going to see Gannet when we get back to Earth?" Hoshi asked as she and Travis walked down the corridor to the conference room. "She's really sweet on you, you know." Travis ducked his head shyly and smiled. "I wish I could see her, but she's not on Earth. Starfleet Intelligence decided to send her to Vulcan for three months." When Hoshi looked up at him questioningly he added, "Nothing covert this time, just showing the flag. By the time she gets back to Earth, Enterprise will probably be long gone." Smiling sympathetically, Hoshi responded, "That's too bad. I think the two of you are perfect for each other: one to steer the ship and other to make sure that nobody rocks the boat." "What's this about somebody rocking the boat?" Lieutenant Reed said casually as he came up behind them. "I just asked Travis if he was going to see Gannet, but she's off-world right now," Hoshi answered. "That's a pity," Malcolm said with a smirk. "Once it became apparent that she wasn't trying to kill all of us in our beds, I discovered that she has a number of redeeming qualities." "Thanks…I think," Travis said warily as he opened the conference room door and followed Malcolm and Hoshi inside. Commander T'Pol was already seated at the table next to Doctor Phlox. They had been speaking quietly to each other, but stopped when the three junior officers entered the room. Commander Tucker stood apart from the rest of the group. He had staked out a spot for himself next to the viewport and the others respected his need to distance himself. Totally engrossed in the padd he held in his hand, he failed to acknowledge the arrival of his fellow officers. Phlox grinned broadly as he greeted his colleagues. "It's good to see you all looking so healthy," he said glancing from one to the other. "A little peace and quiet seems to agree with you." "Peace and quiet may be all well and good," Reed said dryly, "but I've always found that a little action can be equally beneficial." He turned toward Hoshi. "Does anyone know why the captain wants to see us?" "Don't look at me," Hoshi said. "I'm just as much in the dark as you are." Undaunted, Reed turned to T'Pol. "Commander?" Just as she was about to speak, Captain Archer walked through the door. Seeing Trip standing off by himself, he said, "Commander Tucker." Trip looked up immediately when he heard his name. "Please join us." Archer motioned to the chair next to him. Tucker hesitated for a split second then walked over and sat down next to the captain. He put the padd on the table in front of him and folded his hands on top of it. Hoshi studied the two commanders. T'Pol was essentially unchanged. She was as calm and composed as the day she boarded Enterprise for the first time. Commander Tucker, on the other hand, was a very different man. He was no longer the outgoing person who'd gone out of his way to befriend everyone. Since his return to duty following his convalescence, he'd had minimal contact with members of the crew, even those in his own department. He never laughed or smiled or told a joke. Movie night seemed to be permanently cancelled, and people walked around him like he was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. Always a keen observer of human nature, Hoshi found this to be intriguing, since Trip had never seemed to be more in control. His unkempt appearance and emotional outbursts were a thing of the past. He performed his job flawlessly, and his dedication to Enterprise never seemed to waver. If only he hadn't turned himself into the Tin Man, everything would be just fine. "We have a new assignment," Archer said as he took his seat at the head of the table. "Enterprise has been ordered to Vulcan." He paused, giving everyone a moment to absorb the news. Hoshi immediately turned toward Travis. She wasn't surprised to see a big goofy grin spread across his face. What a lucky break, she thought happily. Now all she had to do was make certain that Travis didn't fool around and miss this opportunity to get together with Gannet. The communications officer returned her attention to the matters at hand when Archer straightened his shoulders and launched into his presentation. "Our encounter with the Romulan drone ship was a wake-up call. We now know that there are people out there who are actively attempting to destabilize this area. With the Coalition, we have a framework for a coordinated response to any and all threats to the security of this region. Now we need to establish the protocols to make the Coalition work." The captain looked pointedly at T'Pol. "The Vulcan government is reorganizing its fleet." A single raised eyebrow was the only response from the self-possessed first officer. "It didn't take long for T'Pau and the other leaders of the government to realize how vulnerable they are. They're now fully committed to ensuring that all of their ships have a full crew complement. Enterprise has been asked to make an official visit as Starfleet's representatives to discuss ways in which our peoples can work together to secure this area of space. Once the Vulcan fleet is ready, there's a good chance that we will be asked to participate in joint maneuvers. Later, if things go well, the Andorians, Tellarites, and other Coalition partners may also be asked to participate." Malcolm, who had been nodding his head in agreement, leaned forward and put his elbows on the table. "Excuse me, sir, but why are representatives from the other species being excluded from these initial discussions? I'm sure the Andorians will want to be involved." "I agree with you, Malcolm. But it's one thing to agree in principle to cooperate with species that were once your enemies; actually working with them is something else again. It was decided that it would be best to give the other species a little more time to get used to the idea of the Coalition before we all sit down together and talk about fleet deployments." "I see," Malcolm said. "I suppose that makes sense. However, we can't forget that it hasn't been that long ago that our embassy on Vulcan was bombed. I would like to discuss security arrangements with the Vulcans before we begin any talks." Archer pressed his lips together and leaned back in his chair. Hoshi felt sure that at that moment, the memory of Admiral Forrest was foremost in his mind. "I'm sure that can be arranged," the captain said tightly. "T'Pol, would you work with Lieutenant Reed to coordinate security arrangements." "Yes, sir," T'Pol replied. "Does this mean that the Vulcans might finally be willing to share technical information with us?" Tucker asked quietly. "Don't jump the gun, Trip," Archer said. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "The fact that the Vulcans are willing to include us at all is a huge step forward. I think that the open exchange of technical information is probably still a ways off, but you never know. We might get lucky." T'Pol looked sharply at Archer then over to Commander Tucker. Hoshi got the distinct impression that she wasn't too happy with either man at the moment. "Earth is also responding to the Romulan threat," Archer continued. "Admiral Gardner informed me that Starfleet has begun construction on the NX-03 and NX-04. They're being given top priority. We're probably looking at two years to launch, but Starfleet is pushing for early completion. "Given the problems they had getting Columbia out of dry dock, Starfleet wants to pick our brains to avoid any potential delays. When Commander Tucker pulled off his miracle with Columbia's warp engine, the Starfleet brass suddenly saw the value of practical hands-on knowledge…and a little bit of genius." Archer smiled fondly at his chief engineer. "Since I can't loan you out every time they want to launch a new ship, we're going to have to give them all the help we can in advance." Tucker didn't return the smile. He only nodded once then lowered his eyes. Turning his attention back to the other officers seated around the table, Archer continued, "Weaponry, communications, and engineering are obviously the areas of greatest concern. Travis, you should be prepared to be debriefed on navigation as well as helm-related issues. Doctor, Starfleet Medical is also interested in any necessary upgrades to sickbay." The smile quickly slipped from the captain's face. "They're especially interested in developing contingency plans for treating large numbers of casualties." "Of course," Phlox said. "I can think of a number of improvements that need to be made. "Good," Archer said before turning his attention back to the other officers around the table. "Inform your seconds. Be sure everybody's up to speed. When we finish the talks on Vulcan, we'll be putting in at Jupiter Station. Oh, and Hoshi, I thought you'd like to know that they've decided to name the NX-04 the Yamato." Hoshi wasn't exactly sure why this pleased her, but it did. She'd been away from Japan for many years, and her relationship with her parents wasn't particularly close, but there was no question that she was still proud of her country and its rich heritage. "Are there any questions?" Archer asked as he looked from face to face. When no one responded he continued, "Travis, how long do you estimate it will take us to reach Vulcan?" Mayweather paused for a moment considering. "We're presently traveling at Warp 3.5. If we continue at that speed, we should reach Vulcan in about two and a half weeks." "When you get back to the bridge, increase your speed to Warp 4," Archer said. "We need to shave some time off of that estimate. If there are no questions, you're dismissed." Hoshi looked across the table at the two commanders, one seated on either side of Doctor Phlox. They rose almost in unison and, without making eye contact with each other, walked purposefully out of the room. A frown wrinkled the ensign's brow as she continued to stare at the now vacant chairs. A puzzling situation was developing around these two officers, and she didn't quite know what to do about it. "Is there a problem, Hoshi?" Archer asked quietly. Having risen to his feet, he now looked down at her with a slightly quizzical expression on his face. "No," she stammered, "well…maybe yes. There's something strange going on." Archer looked up to see the door shut behind Doctor Phlox. "Everyone's gone. What seems to be the problem?" Hoshi sighed. She wasn't sure if she was doing the right thing. The last time she'd questioned an officer's message, Commander Tucker ended up reading Sub-Commander T'Pol's private correspondence. Now it was his privacy she was about to violate. "Just tell me what's bothering you, Hoshi. It can't be that bad." Pushing her chair back, she rose and started to walk. When she reached the end of the table, she turned back to face the captain. "Commanders Tucker and T'Pol have been receiving a large number of messages for the past week." Archer tilted his head and frowned slightly. "Letters from home? From colleagues?" "I don't think so. They're each getting five to ten messages a day, and always from unidentified sources." "Do you know the point of origin for these messages?" "There is no single point of origin." She shifted nervously as she continued with her explanation. "They're being sent from all over: Earth, Mars, Vulcan, Jupiter, the Moon. Some of them are even coming in on secure Starfleet channels." "Do you know the contents of these messages?" Archer must have noticed Hoshi's horrified expression because he quickly added, "I'm not suggesting that you would do anything unethical, Ensign. I just wondered if Trip or T'Pol might have dropped a hint about the subject matter." "No, sir," Hoshi added, somewhat relieved. "Have Trip and T'Pol in my ready room at 1300 hours. Oh, and Hoshi, I'd like you to be there, too. And you'd better include Malcolm. I'm assuming this is nothing, but you never know. These are troubled times. I don't want to take any chances with the security of Enterprise." "Right away, sir," Hoshi said before heading out of the conference room. While she walked back to the bridge, she ruminated on her decision to reveal the existence of the messages to the captain. Deep in her heart, she knew she'd done the right thing. There was a very real possibility that there was more at stake here than mere friendship or the betrayal of trust. Nevertheless, she wasn't looking forward to the meeting with the commanders. * * * * * * "Ensign Sato informed me that the two of you have been receiving a steady stream of messages from unidentified sources." Archer's gaze never left his two senior officers. "Is there something you would like to tell me?" For the first time in a long time, Hoshi saw fire flash white hot in Commander Tucker's eyes. Evidently the anger was still there, buried deep beneath the surface. Maybe it had always been. Undoubtedly, Commander T'Pol was also displeased, but true to form, she managed to maintain her dispassionate demeanor. "Isn't there enough to keep you busy, Ensign?" Tucker spat at Hoshi. "You sure seem to have plenty of time to spy on us." Hoshi felt her cheeks redden and, biting her lip, she looked away. "That's enough, Commander," Archer snapped. "You wouldn't be reacting like this if you didn't have something to hide. Now I want to know what's going on. What are these messages you and T'Pol have been receiving, and who are they from?" Tucker exchanged a quick glance with T'Pol and clamped his mouth shut, lowering his eyes to the floor. Standing rigidly with his hands behind his back, this was not the picture of a man who was willing to share a confidence. "I can make it an order if I have to, Commander," Archer said firmly to Tucker. Trip's head snapped up. At first Hoshi thought he might give in, but then he said, "I can use a rest. The brig's as good a place as any." Displeased, Archer took a step forward, placing himself firmly in front of Tucker. Pulling himself up to his full height, he looked like a knight preparing to do battle. Trip's jaw muscles worked furiously as he fought to control himself. It was obvious to everyone in the room that he didn't intend to back down. With an ugly confrontation looming, Malcolm stirred uneasily beside Hoshi. "It will not be necessary to place Commander Tucker in the brig," T'Pol said quietly. "T'Pol," Trip murmured, his emotions swinging wildly from fury to concern and apprehension, "you don't have to do this. They don't need to know." "On the contrary, Commander," T'Pol said softly. "I believe that it is time for others to be made aware of our situation. The danger may not be to us alone." "Danger?" Malcolm was immediately on the alert. His head swiveled back and forth from one commander to the other. "What danger?" "T'Pol?" Archer said softly. Even though he was speaking to his Vulcan first officer, the captain's eyes never left Trip's face. "We have been receiving threats," she said matter-of-factly. "No two messages come from the same location, and they are always anonymous. They threaten us with violence if we do not end our relationship and publicly acknowledge that it was an affront to nature and to decency for us to be together." T'Pol's voice was now barely above a whisper. "We must also publicly denounce our child as an abomination." Hoshi saw the titanic struggle going on behind Commander Tucker's eyes. She could tell that this vile situation was tearing him apart, but then he shook himself slightly and suddenly the emotionless, controlled automaton was back. Taken aback, Hoshi simply stared. She didn't know what was more disquieting, the vicious, hate-filled messages or the unnatural way in which the commander was now able to cut himself off from everything around him. "Why didn't you tell me?" Archer was stunned. He reached out and placed a hand sympathetically on Trip's shoulder, but the younger man only stiffened and remained aloof. The captain's head spun around to face Malcolm. "Did you know anything about this?" "Absolutely not," Malcolm said grimly. "I'd like to see these messages. I promise to be discreet." T'Pol once again glanced over at Tucker. He held her eyes as he said, "We deleted them. They were filth, pure and simple. There's no way we're going to deny Elizabeth, especially for a bunch of scum-sucking bastards who are too cowardly to sign their names." Trip looked away. "Besides, we aren't together anymore. There's no relationship to offend their delicate sensibilities." "I wish you hadn't done that," Malcolm said in no uncertain terms. "These…people need to be caught. Their messages might have given us some clue to their identities." "I'm sure there will be more," T'Pol murmured. "Hoshi," Archer said tightly, "forward all future messages to Lieutenant Reed." "Aye, sir." "Trip," the captain continued gently, "I think you should contact your family. They need to know about this. Tell them to be careful." "This has nothing to do with my family," Trip said coolly. "Don't be naïve," Archer answered, probably more forcefully then he intended. "These people are ruthless. They'll strike at you in any way they can. At least, contact your parents." "It won't make any difference," Trip countered. "My parents aren't going to change the way they live for anyone or anything." "Do it anyway," growled Archer. "That's an order." "If there is nothing else, Captain," T'Pol said in a carefully controlled voice, "I would like to return to my duties." Archer nodded and fixed his eyes on the two commanders. "From here on in, I don't want any secrets. If anyone contacts you, if you receive any more threats, I want to know about it. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes, sir," Trip said grudgingly at the same time T'Pol answered in the affirmative. "Good. Get back to your posts." Trip stood aside and allowed T'Pol to exit first. Before he left, he fixed the captain with a look that seemed to warn and beseech at the same time. Hoshi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he finally walked out of the door. "Malcolm, I expect to be notified as soon as you know anything. I don't think we can afford to take these threats lightly. Trip and T'Pol don't need any more grief in their lives." "I understand, sir," Malcolm said resolutely. "I'll get right on it." Ensign Sato prepared to leave, too, but before she reached the door, the captain approached her and put his hands on her shoulders. "Hoshi, you did the right thing. Don't worry about Trip. He's upset now, but he'll get over it. This is not something that should be kept secret. It's far too dangerous." She looked up at him gratefully. She knew that she had only done her duty, but it was still good to hear him say the words. Archer squeezed her shoulders once then released her. "Now get me Admiral Gardner. I think I should warn him that Terra Prime isn't as dead as he thinks."
CHAPTER 18: T'POL Order or no order, she knew he hadn't done it. He hadn't contacted his family. Since his return to duty, she had spoken to Commander Tucker privately only once – the day she told him about the vicious messages she had been receiving, only to discover that he too was being harassed. Against her better judgment, they had agreed to delete the messages and remain silent. She knew that Trip saw them as a vicious nuisance. Unfortunately, she saw a more sinister purpose behind them. If only he took them seriously, maybe they could… No, she brought herself up short. She would not go down that road again. She had accomplished her goal. He wanted to have nothing to do with her. Professionally, they were able to work together smoothly and efficiently, but it was obvious that whatever feelings he once had for her were gone. For once, success brought her no satisfaction. T'Pol finished dressing then picked up a padd to review her schedule for the day. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, she briefly allowed herself to contemplate the dangers Trip's family might be facing. Tapping the padd lightly against her hand, she knew that she had to do something. The memory of holding her mother in her arms as she died was still too fresh, too raw. She did not want him to experience a similar tragedy. She should talk to him. Placing the padd on her desk, she headed for the bridge The day passed uneventfully. Starfleet had forwarded specifications for the two new starships. She spent hours pouring over them and formulating her recommendations for needed changes and upgrades. It was an important and thought-provoking assignment, and she soon became totally engrossed in the many possibilities. "T'Pol," Archer said as he walked over to stand in front of her science station. "I thought you'd like to know that Admiral Gardner just called. Starfleet Intelligence has arrested several of the people behind the messages you and Trip have been receiving. All of them are members of Terra Prime. Evidently the organization is far more wide-spread than anybody realized. The trial of Paxton and the other leaders just drove them deeper underground. It may take a little time, but the Admiral assured me that they wouldn't stop until Terra Prime is no longer a threat to you or anyone else." "Have you told, Commander Tucker?" T'Pol asked quietly. Archer took a deep breath. T'Pol knew that the captain's relationship with the chief engineer had been rather strained of late as Trip systematically shut himself off from everyone. When Archer looked at her again the weariness in his eyes was unmistakable. "I was just on my way to do that." "I am sure he will appreciate knowing." "Yeah. I guess he will." The captain rubbed a hand across his face and started to walk away. He'd only gone a few steps when he came to a screeching halt and made a quick 180 degree turn. "Hoshi, has Commander Tucker contacted his parents?" "Not to my knowledge," Hoshi answered. When Archer scowled, she quickly added, "At least there is no record of a call. Perhaps an error was made." "I doubt it," Archer said peevishly. "Damn him." His eyes swung back toward T'Pol. "I ordered him to contact them. I know he has issues with his parents, but you would think that, under the circumstances, he could put that behind him. If anything happens to them, he'll never forgive himself. I guess I'll just have to sit on him until he does it." "I will take care of it," T'Pol said. "That's not necessary. I'll go see him. He's just being stubborn." "No," T'Pol clarified, "I will contact Mr. & Mrs. Tucker." Archer was clearly surprised by her statement. "I'm not sure that's a good idea," he finally said. "Commander Tucker is still not himself. If he is not comfortable speaking with his parents, why press the issue? Perhaps with a little more time…" "Let's take this into my ready room," Archer interrupted. Perplexed, T'Pol rose and followed the captain. She couldn't help but notice that he seemed to be slightly agitated. This made no sense. She had said nothing that would cause him any discomfort. When the door had closed securely behind them Archer started to say something then shook his head and walked over to his desk. He picked up a padd then nervously put it back down again. "Captain?" Archer turned abruptly to face her. "What I'm about to tell you is confidential. You must promise me that you will not mention this to anyone else." "Of course," T'Pol said. She was frankly surprised that he felt the need to caution her. He knew she could be trusted. Abandoning his desk he began to pace around the room, ducking his head under the beams as he went. "Not long after Paxton's trial, Starfleet Intelligence sent me a report on Terra Prime sympathizers. Trip's parents figured prominently in that report." Taken aback, T'Pol asked, "Does the commander know about this?" "I'm afraid so," Archer said regretfully. "I didn't want him to see the report, but I…miscalculated. He was absolutely furious. He blames his parents for the death of…" "…Elizabeth," T'Pol whispered. Archer nodded. "As it turns out, Starfleet Intelligence made a mistake. Trip's parents had virtually no involvement with Terra Prime. They made a few inquiries about the organization; that's it. During Paxton's trial, Mr. Tucker even made a public statement repudiating Terra Prime. I explained this to Trip, but he won't listen. I thought that if I could get him to talk to his mother and father, he might find a way to make peace with them. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea. I think the hurt is buried so deep that he can't let go of his anger." T'Pol folded her arms tightly across her chest, fighting hard to remain in control. "You think that because I am Vulcan…an alien…his parents will not speak with me?" "I honestly don't know, T'Pol," Archer answered wearily. He stopped pacing and looked her squarely in the eye. "The Tuckers are good people. I can't believe they would knowingly hurt anyone, especially Trip or any of his friends." Summoning her courage, T'Pol said, "His parents need to be informed of the danger Terra Prime poses. If Commander Tucker will not do it, I would like to try." "Okay," Archer said resignedly. "As long as you understand what you're getting yourself into." "I will make the necessary arrangements. Thank you, Captain." T'Pol left the ready room and started across the bridge. As she neared the turbolift she said, "Ensign Sato, please contact Mr. Tucker's parents. When you reach them, put the call through to my quarters."
* * * * * * Why was this taking so long? T'Pol did her best to sit quietly and remain calm. She looked longingly at her candles, but reasoned that there would not be enough time to gain any measurable benefits from meditation. But why should she need to meditate? These people were no different than any of the other humans she'd met over the years. She would speak to them. They would see the logic in her warning. Her task would be complete. Restless, she rose and moved about her quarters. This was a mistake. Why had she foolishly agreed to contact Commander Tucker's parents? He was a grown man – a responsible officer in Starfleet – he should not have to be told to communicate with his mother and father. Strength of character and devotion should overcome all obstacles. Finally, she walked over to her monitor and stared at the blank screen. She had taken into consideration the difference in time. It was early in the morning on Earth, but not early enough to be inconvenient. Maybe they were not at home. She turned away from the monitor. Maybe they would refuse to take her call. She was an alien. Perhaps they believed the slander that had been heaped on her during the trial. Suddenly, an image appeared on her monitor. T'Pol wasn't sure what she had expected, but it wasn't a pretty, middle-aged woman with short golden brown hair. Quickly regaining her composure she sat down and said, "I am trying to contact Mr. & Mrs. Charles Tucker, Jr. Is this their residence?" The woman scrutinized T'Pol carefully before replying. "My parents aren't here. May I ask who you are?" "I am Commander T'Pol, first officer of the Starship Enterprise." In an instant the woman's face changed from wary to fearful. She raised one hand to her mouth then, seeming to think better of it, lowered her hand carefully to her lap. In a voice husky with emotion, she whispered, "Has something happened to Trip?" T'Pol gave her head a subtle shake. "Commander Tucker is well. I apologize for any distress I may have inadvertently caused you." The young woman relaxed noticeably and allowed a shy smile to play at the corners of her mouth. T'Pol suddenly realized that she'd often seen that same smile on Trip's face. "You must think I'm terribly rude. My name's Suzanne Trevalyan. Trip's my little brother." T'Pol nodded in recognition. This woman had Trip's blue eyes and his open, expressive features. With her curly hair and thinner face, she bore only a modest resemblance, however, to her younger sister, Elizabeth. "I'm afraid that my parents aren't here. They're out on their boat with my husband and our kids. Can I help you?" T'Pol hesitated. She wasn't sure if she was relieved or disappointed that Mr. & Mrs. Tucker were unavailable. I am being overly emotional, she silently cautioned herself. These people have no place in my life. With that in mind, she squared her shoulders and asked, "Are you familiar with the organization, Terra Prime?" Suzanne instantly sobered. "Of course I've heard of Terra Prime. I watched the trial." Her mouth pursed in disapproval. T'Pol steeled herself for the disgust and revulsion she knew was coming. "They should have turned that verteron array on those sorry bastards and made everyone's life a whole lot easier. Trip didn't need that kinda grief…," pausing, she scrutinized T'Pol then added softly, "…and I'm guessin' you didn't either." T'Pol did not know what to say. This was not what she had been led to expect. As she struggled to formulate a response, a noise in the background caught Suzanne's attention. "I'll be right back." Trip's sister jumped up and hurried away. While she waited, T'Pol's mind was flooded with memories of the trial. She'd never felt more exposed or humiliated. If it hadn't been for Trip and his quiet strength… "We're back," Suzanne said jauntily. "Sorry for the delay." T'Pol blinked as she made the transition from reminiscence to reality. The sight before her took her breath away. Suzanne sat happily cuddling an infant in a soft blue sleeper. "This is Megan Elizabeth. She's supposed to be napping, but I'm afraid she has a mind of her own, just like her Uncle Trip." Suzanne gently picked up one tiny hand then bent over and kissed the delicate little fingers. "After three boys, we'd just about given up on having a little girl, but here she is." T'Pol could only stare at the infant in stunned silence as an unbearable pain sliced through her heart. Finally, she raised one trembling hand and lightly touched the screen. In the back of her mind the same words kept repeating over and over again. This is not your child. This is not Elizabeth. "Are you all right?" Vaguely aware that Trip's sister was trying to communicate with her, T'Pol fought to focus her attention. The concern was clearly visible on Suzanne's face as she repeated her question. "Are you all right?" "How…old is she?" T'Pol had to force the words past lips numb from shock and pain. Suzanne hesitated then answered, "She'll be six months old in a couple of weeks." T'Pol squeezed her eyes shut as she fought to control her emotions. "The baby they mentioned at the trial was made from your DNA, yours and Trip's?" Pulling her hand away from the monitor, T'Pol opened her eyes and forced herself to look at the baby. She had tiny rounded ears. This infant was not her child. "Yes, she was my daughter," T'Pol said quietly. "Her name was Elizabeth." "I'm sorry for your loss." Suzanne lifted her baby up to her shoulder and gently patted the little girl's back. "If I'd known that Meg would upset you, I would have left her in her crib." "I am not upset," T'Pol said, but she was afraid that her tremulous voice betrayed her true feelings. "I guess this explains why Trip never responded to the pictures I sent when Meg was born. I figured he was just too busy. Now I can see that it was something else altogether." T'Pol straightened her back and pulled herself together. She was Vulcan. She would not defile the memory of her child by allowing her emotions to control her. "In the past week, members of Terra Prime have sent threatening messages to Commander Tucker and me. Starfleet Intelligence has arrested several of the people responsible, but there are others – possibly many others – who are still at large. There is no indication that they might target those close to us, but it would be wise for you and your family to exercise caution." Suzanne held her baby a little closer. She was obviously distressed, but managed to keep her emotions in check. "I appreciate the warning. I'll tell Mom and Dad, and I'll call my brother and his wife." "If you receive any threats," T'Pol continued, "or notice anything suspicious, contact Starfleet at once. They will assist you in any way they can." "You be careful, too. And tell Trip to watch himself. You're the ones with the targets on your backs." "It was…pleasant meeting you and your daughter. I regret that it had to happen under these circumstances." "It was nice gettin' to know you, too. My parents are gonna be real upset that they weren't here to take your call." Heartened by Suzanne's response, T'Pol said softly, "Please send me those pictures of your daughter. I will see that Trip…that Commander Tucker gets them." A smile lit up Suzanne's face. "Mom and Dad have been real worried about Trip. I'm gonna tell them that they can finally relax. I think you have him well in hand." T'Pol's eyebrow flew up. This statement was definitely unexpected. Trip's sister took Meg's tiny hand in hers and waved. "Thanks for the call. Bye now." The monitor went dark, and T'Pol was left alone with her thoughts. She hadn't believed that it was possible for the wound left by Elizabeth's death to still be so raw and painful. She must deal with it. She had managed to close off her feelings when her mother died; she must do so again. Rising from her chair, she moved about the room lighting each candle in turn. Duty demanded that she return to the bridge. Self-preservation demanded that she meditate. Duty, for once, would have to wait. * * * * * * "Chamomile tea. Hot." T'Pol removed the steaming mug from the drink dispenser and looked around the mess hall. "Over here, Commander." T'Pol looked to the left and saw Doctor Phlox motioning for her to come and join him. For a split second she considered heading for one of the empty tables, but decided that she did not wish to offend the jovial physician. He had been a good friend to her over the years, and she was grateful for his presence on the ship. Not only was he a fine doctor and a trusted confidant, but, as a fellow alien on a human ship, he could relate to her in a way that no one else could. With one final glance at an empty table in a distant corner of the room, she turned and made her way over to join the Denobulan. Phlox pulled out a chair for her and waited quietly while she seated herself. When she was comfortable, he said, "It's good to see you. I've been so focused on my work over the last few days that it seems like I've lost touch with everyone and everything around me. Today I just felt the need to mingle." A huge grin spread across his face. "Have you tried the pasta primavera?" He used his fork to motion toward the plate in front of him. "It's quite delicious." T'Pol sighed inwardly. It was obvious that the doctor was in one of his expansive moods. The table in the corner was looking better all the time. "I am sure that Chef has excelled, as usual," she said calmly, "but I only came in for some tea." "It's not good to skip meals. We must all keep up our strength to meet the challenges that lay ahead." "I ate a late lunch," she said patiently. "I will eat dinner in my room later this evening. Vulcans understand the importance of keeping fit in body, mind and spirit." Phlox shoveled a fork full of pasta into his mouth and chewed happily. Swallowing, he looked over at T'Pol and asked, "Are you looking forward to returning to your home planet? T'Pol sat quietly for a moment as she pondered the question. The last time she set foot on Vulcan she was forced to watch helplessly as her mother died in her arms. The pain of her passing was something T'Pol had to struggle to control every waking minute of the day. Many of the things she had believed in since childhood were exposed as false or flawed when the Kir'Shara was returned to the Vulcan people, and even the once rock-solid High Command had been exposed as corrupt. Everywhere she looked, chaos swirled about her, leaving her with little solid to cling to. There was only Trip…Trip who had stood willingly amid the turmoil ready to anchor her. And what had been his reward for his devotion to her? She had selfishly pushed him aside to explore what it meant to be a Vulcan. And when he'd asked to be included, she had denied him even that. With an almost undetectable shudder she returned her attention to the doctor. He sat quietly waiting for her to respond to his question. His silence and the pensive look on his face seemed to indicate that he understood her need for a few moments of quiet contemplation. "I am, of course, interested in participating in the restoration of the Vulcan fleet," she finally replied haltingly. "And I miss the heat…and the dry air. It will be good to be warm again." "The changes on Vulcan have indeed been breath-taking, Commander, as have the changes in your own life," Phlox observed wistfully. "Sadly you are not the only one caught up in circumstances beyond your control." He picked up a padd that lay just to the left of his tray. "I just received a letter from Doctor Lucas." "How is he? I trust that he has fully recovered from the abuse he suffered at the hands of the augments." T'Pol raised her mug to her lips and took a sip. "He's well," Phlox replied soberly. "Fortunately his injuries left no lasting effects…at least not physically." The doctor pushed his tray away and leaned forward, gazing intently at the padd he held in his hands. "He confided in me that he still has nightmares. Most of them center on the vicious murder of his colleague. Jeremy still feels some responsibility for his death." "It is illogical for Doctor Lucas to feel responsible for a death that was clearly caused by others." T'Pol looked up as a crewman accidentally bumped into her chair. "Doctor Lucas knew the potential dangers posed by the embryos, and he fought to keep them out of Doctor Soong's hands. He is a brave man." The doctor shifted nervously in his seat. "Jeremy feels guilty about giving Soong the information he needed to gain access to the embryos." Phlox dropped his eyes to the table then said quietly, "I regret the part I played in it as well. No one should have to decide between saving another person's life and betraying a trust. If I hadn't been there, Jeremy wouldn't have been placed in such an untenable position." "It is true that your presence made it easier to coerce Doctor Lucas, but Doctor Soong and the augments were ruthlessly single-minded. They would have killed everyone at Cold Station 12 in order to break down Doctor Lucas' will to resist." "Thank you for that, T'Pol." Phlox smiled, but it was obvious that his heart wasn't in it. "Guilt and fear are indeed powerful emotions. They can rob us of so many worthwhile things: self-confidence, peace of mind, joie de vivre." He sighed deeply and sat back in his chair. He tossed the padd down on the table in front of him. "Most of Jeremy's colleagues at Cold Station 12 have decided to leave. They were concerned about being so isolated, so vulnerable. I can't say that I blame them." "Doctor Lucas has chosen to remain?" "Yes," Phlox sighed. "Reading between the lines, I think he feels that by staying, he's doing penance." Suddenly the doctor's face brightened. "But on a happier note, he is proceeding with his research. I believe that we can both look forward to many more years of stimulating correspondence." T'Pol marveled at the doctor's resilience. Like a compass pointing true north, his even-tempered personality always seemed to seek out and find the good in things. "When you answer his letter, please convey my best wishes." "Thank you, T'Pol, I'll do that." Phlox nodded his head and smiled in recognition as Hoshi and Travis walked passed them, trays in hand. Mayweather continued on to a nearby table, but Hoshi stopped and turned around. "Excuse me for interrupting, Commander, but Mr. Tucker is looking for you. He's in the launch bay working on one of the shuttlepods." "Did he say why he wanted to see me?" "He said something about having problems, but I'm afraid he wasn't specific." "Thank you," T'Pol said. Having delivered the message, Hoshi quickly headed over toward her table. Travis rose and pulled her chair out for her. When she was seated, the two ensigns quickly turned their attention to the food on their plates. T'Pol finished her tea and set the mug on the table. "If you will excuse me, Doctor, I need to find Commander Tucker. Please ask Chef to save some of the pasta for me." "Of course," Phlox said amiably as he picked up her mug and put it on his tray. "I don't think you'll be disappointed. And T'Pol, thank you for listening. That dreadful business on Cold Station 12 has been weighing on my mind for quite some time." "Please feel free to call on me if you would like to talk again. Good-bye, Doctor." Leaving the mess hall, T'Pol moved at a steady pace toward the launch bay. In the past Mr. Tucker had often asked her advice when he was confronted with difficult problems. He had seldom done it of late. She had repeatedly made it clear to him that she would always be available to help him. Perhaps he was beginning to realize that it served no useful purpose to isolate himself. As T'Pol entered the launch bay she saw a young crewman headed toward her. "Where is Commander Tucker?" she asked authoritatively. The crewman pointed toward one of the shuttlepods and continued on his way out the door. It only took her a few moments to cover the remaining distance and arrive at her destination. "You wished to see me, Commander," T'Pol said as she entered Shuttlepod Two. "Hey," Trip said distractedly. He was stretched out full length on the floor, working on the circuitry underneath the main control panel. "Have a seat. I'll be right with ya." T'Pol picked her way carefully over his legs and took a seat on one of the benches. After several minutes of silence, there was a rather spectacular spark, a yelp of pain and a mumbled string of profanities. "Are you all right?" T'Pol asked. "I'm fine," Trip muttered irritably. "Just burned ma finger." "I was told that you wanted me to assist you?" "Just keep your britches on." Trip made a final adjustment, returned his tools to his tool kit, and scrambled to his feet. Sucking on his singed finger, he made his way over to the other bench and sat down across from T'Pol. He removed his finger from his mouth and, after assessing the damage, sat back and stared at her intently. T'Pol found his scrutiny to be rather unsettling. This was not what she had been led to expect. "I am busy, Mr. Tucker. Please tell me what you want. I cannot afford to be away from the bridge for too long." Trip leaned forward and, planting his forearms on his thighs, clasped his hands together. "I don't need any help," he said quietly. "I just wanted to talk to you in private. This seemed like a good place." Suddenly uneasy, T'Pol lifted her chin. "I believe our quarters would have been more appropriate for a private conversation." The commander shook his head ruefully and countered, "I needed a neutral site. Our quarters have too many memories for both of us. This is better." "Better for what?" T'Pol was becoming concerned. "Are you unwell?" Trip shook his head. "Is there a problem with your family?" "I'm fine. My family's fine." Trip ran a hand nervously through his hair. "But we aren't fine." Bewildered, T'Pol murmured, "I do not understand." "We've been growin' apart for a long time." Trip suddenly stopped speaking and pressed his lips together. T'Pol could see the muscles in his jaw working furiously. Finally, he drew a shaky breath and got down to business. "I think it's time we consider severing our bond." "No." The whispered word sprung unbidden from T'Pol's lips. She knew their relationship was no longer viable, but to break their bond – to lose him completely – that was not possible. Trip looked deeply into her eyes. "I've been talking to Ambassador Soval…" "Soval?" T'Pol shook her head. Things were moving too fast. She couldn't take it all in. "…and he told me what we have to do to sever the bond." Tucker shifted restlessly. "As a matter of fact, he's prepared to make all of the necessary arrangements." "You discussed our personal affairs with Ambassador Soval?" T'Pol said shakily. Trip leaned forward and took her hand in his. "I'm sorry, T'Pol. I know I should have consulted you first, but I think we both know that this is the right thing to do. There's nothing left between us. Severing the bond will give us both a chance to get on with our lives. Maybe now you'll be able to find a little happiness with…someone else." "Vulcans do not experience happiness," she murmured. "Of course they do," he said poignantly. "We were happy once, weren't we?" When he reached out to lightly brush her check, she jerked her hand out of his grasp. "You were happy," she said, her voice cracking. "Do not assume more." His body stiffened. For a split second he dropped his guard, allowing her to see the profound hurt in his eyes. Quickly regaining his composure, he wearily leaned back and rubbed a hand across his forehead. "Do you agree that severing our bond is the logical thing to do?" he asked softly. She knew he was right, but now that it was time to turn thought into action, she couldn't bear to walk away from him. She didn't want someone else; she wanted him. He was her life. He had loved her and cared for her in ways she hadn't thought possible, but the cost to him was too great. Regardless of her feelings, she knew that she had to go through with this for him. "T'Pol?" He looked beseechingly into her eyes as though he was begging her to say no. She knew she had to answer him, but the words stuck in her throat. All she could do was nod her head. "It's decided then," he said huskily. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes. For a few moments, his breathing sounded a bit labored, but with effort, he pulled himself together. Finally, he ran his tongue over his lips and opened his eyes. "I would appreciate it if we could do this without tellin' the captain. We kept something pretty important from him. I don't think he'd be too pleased." "Our bond is a private matter," T'Pol answered quietly. "It does not concern him." "I'm afraid he might see things differently." T'Pol looked into his eyes. A part of her rejoiced that he felt their bond was important, but she could not afford to contemplate a life that could never be. "I am sure that we can keep this matter private. I will contact Ambassador Soval and finalize the arrangements." "I can take care of it." "No," T'Pol answered sharply, "this is a Vulcan matter. Our bond formed because of my carelessness. I will not compound my mistake by refusing to take responsibility for seeing that it is properly severed." "What we had wasn't a mistake, T'Pol." He looked at her with such sadness that her heart went out to him. She desperately wanted to comfort him, but she knew that just one touch would weaken her resolve. "You are human. I am Vulcan," T'Pol said rather more coldly than she intended. "Our bond was an accident that should never have happened. This is a fitting end for an aberration." Trip jumped up and stood glaring down at her. His hands clenched into fists. "I guess I'm glad that our bond means so little to you," he hissed. "It will make things a whole lot easier. Just tell me where to be and what to do. I'll be glad when it's over and done with." He moved toward the hatch. "See ya around, Commander." She didn't have the strength to say good-bye. He was gone, but she continued to sit in the shuttlepod, silent and alone. She regretted that she had made him angry, but in the end she knew it would make things easier for him. In a few short days, all that held them together would be dissolved and from that moment on, nothing would ever be the same between them. As she sat numbly pondering the future, one thing was clear. She could not remain on the same ship with Commander Charles Tucker III. To continue to see him, hear him, smell him and not be able to be with him was clearly intolerable. She had spent too much time with humans. It was time to return to Vulcan. But what about her duty to Starfleet and to Captain Archer? It was important for her to stay on Enterprise, at least until the upcoming talks were completed. She could play a vital role by helping to bridge the cultural gulf that separated Vulcans and humans. Surely she could avoid Commander Tucker. She had done so often enough in the past. When the talks were completed, she could look to her future – a future without humans, especially humans with dark blond hair. She would speak with Soval. She had always valued his counsel in the past, even when she chose to disregard his advice. Suddenly aware of her surroundings, her eyes traveled around the interior of the shuttlepod. These musings were not productive. She had a great deal to do before Enterprise reached Vulcan. T'Pol closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She rose silently, walked to the hatch and exited the shuttlepod. As she headed back to the bridge, she reminded herself that she now had one additional duty to perform. She had to contact Ambassador Soval to finalize the arrangements that would sever her bond to a human and break her heart for all time.
CHAPTER 19: SOVAL Soval leaned his head back and closed his eyes, allowing the searing rays of the Vulcan sun to wash over his face. In an instant, the world about him fell away, and he was filled with an abiding sense of peace and well-being. In the minutes that followed, his breathing slowed and his muscles, taut from endless meetings and negotiations, began to relax. "Excuse me, Ambassador." Soval took a deep breath, held it, and exhaled slowly. Lowering his head, he opened his eyes. A Vulcan diplomatic attaché stood patiently in front of him. "The delegation from Enterprise will be arriving in four minutes. Minister T'Pau asks that you proceed to the landing platform immediately, sir." "Tell her I will be there in time to greet our honored guests." Having successfully delivered his message, the attaché made his way back to the magnificent government building that had been the home for the Vulcan High Command until it was disbanded. Soval took a last look around the large meditation garden which was located adjacent to the structure. From the days of his youth, he had always found the Vulcan capital to be aesthetically pleasing. The structures, parks and walkways were a reflection of all that was best in Vulcan culture: control, logic, order and purity of line. If only life could always conform to these ideals. Although Soval would have preferred to spend more time in meditation, it would be unseemly to be late. Leaving the garden behind, he entered the towering reddish stone building and moved at a steady pace through the corridors of power. He acknowledged several minor officials when he passed by them, but he gave them no thought. When he reached the lift, he took it nonstop to the upper floor. Though he tried to retain the inner peace he had felt when the rays of the sun first touched his face, his mind was restless. The strategic talks were vital to the future of his world, but they weren't the only thing that occupied his mind. He had agreed to help in the dissolution of a Vulcan bond. This, as always, was not a matter to be taken lightly. T'Pol and Commander Tucker had both seemed committed to this course of action. Soval only hoped they were doing the right thing. The Enterprise officers would be arriving at a small, private landing platform which was cantilevered from the upper story of the government building. When he exited the lift, Soval walked across a wide reception hall…down a corridor…through a large carved stone archway…and out to the landing platform. Once again warmed by the rays of the sun, Soval joined the waiting Vulcan dignitaries. From the looks on the faces of those present, few observers would suspect that these people were about to participate in an historic endeavor, signaling a new era of joint cooperation between Vulcan and Earth. As usual Admiral Kiran, with his grey hair and imposing physique, was the most striking figure in the group. The commander of the Vulcan fleet stood off to one side, deep in conversation with two of his captains and Minister Sulin. Captain V'Lin, a stocky man of average intelligence, always seemed to stand willingly in the shadow of his mentor, Kiran. He was still relatively young to have been given command of one of Vulcan's finest ships. Soval hoped that he was equal to the challenge. Captain Sirek, on the other hand, was a bold, resourceful commander. Soval knew that if Kiran gave Sirek his head, he could be an important figure in the reorganization of the fleet. Unfortunately, Sirek was a man who thought for himself. As long as Kiran was in control, that could work against him. The elderly Sulin, pinch-faced and emaciated by years of illness, presented a stark contrast to the two robust fleet captains. Soval was not surprised to see the elderly man conversing with Kiran. Both men disliked and distrusted humans almost as much as they did the Andorians. If Kiran and Sulin had their way, there would be no Coalition. Vulcan would stand alone. "I am glad that you could join us, Ambassador," T'Pau said as Soval walked over to her. With every passing day, Soval was more impressed with T'Pau. She was poised, wise and absolutely fearless. With her in charge, he knew the government was in good hands. "Good day, T'Pau." Soval glanced over to a small woman with jet black hair who was speaking to Minister Kuvak. "I am surprised that T'Lan is not with the admiral's group," he said quietly. T'Pau lifted her chin. "Although her views are essentially the same as Kiran's, I believe she finds him tiresome." Soval raised an eyebrow knowingly. "Is everything ready?" T'Pau asked when Ministers Vaaris and Speth joined them. "Yes," Speth answered soberly. "I only hope the humans remember their manners. Kiran and his supporters will feel justified in opposing the Coalition if there are any emotional displays." "I don't believe you have any cause for concern," Vaaris answered in a cultured, unemotional voice. "Captain Archer and his senior staff are skilled in interspecies diplomacy." Only slightly older than T'Pau, Vaaris was tactful, widely respected, and extremely intelligent. He had a brilliant future ahead of him. Looking off into the distance, Soval could see the Enterprise shuttlepod on its final approach. For a moment, he allowed his mind to wander back to the first time he'd met Jonathan Archer and his crew. Since that day, so many things had changed for both of their species. The mentor/pupil relationship was a thing of the past. Now their peoples were meeting as equals. In spite of domestic turmoil, both Earth and Vulcan had emerged as the driving forces behind the Coalition that sought to stabilize this region of space and provide for a common defense against alien predators. Traditional ideals were being challenged. Compromises would have to be forged. Soval stuck his hands up the opposite sleeves of his robe and squared his shoulders. Yes, he mused, it was a satisfying time to be alive. Soon after the shuttlepod touched down the hatch opened and Jonathan Archer stepped out, followed by his senior officers. Even from a distance, Soval could see the tension in Archer's face. A great deal was riding on these joint talks. As T'Pau walked forward to greet the captain, Tucker moved around to stand on Archer's right while T'Pol and Reed took up positions on his left. All hands stood at parade rest. "Live long and prosper," T'Pau said, raising her hand in the traditional Vulcan greeting. Returning the gesture, Archer responded, "Peace and long life." "It is good to see you again, Captain, especially since our current circumstances are far more propitious than our last meeting." "It's good to see you, too, T'Pau," Archer said then turned to his left. "I'd like to introduce my officers. You know Commander T'Pol." "Commander," T'Pau said as she and T'Pol exchanged the Vulcan greeting. "Lieutenant Reed is my armory officer." Reed nodded, keeping both hands clasped firmly behind his back. Archer turned to his right. "And this is my chief engineer, Commander Tucker." T'Pau stared at Tucker appraisingly. "Commander, I have been looking forward to meeting you. I do not believe that my government has ever thanked you formally for the part you played in averting a war with the Andorians." Tucker, clearly surprised by T'Pau's statement, replied graciously, "The real thanks should go to Ambassador Soval and to the crew of Enterprise. They did the hard work, as did you, ma'am, working down here with Captain Archer and Commander T'Pol." For a brief moment he allowed a small smile to play on his lips. "I'm just real glad that everything worked out." "As am I, Commander." T'Pau studied him intently for a few more seconds before returning her attention to Archer. "Some of the people with whom you will be working in the next few weeks have agreed to be here today. Let me introduce them to you." Turning, she motioned for Archer and his officers to follow her. "You, of course, know Ambassador Soval and Minister Kuvak, but I don't believe you have met Admiral Kiran. The Admiral has command of the Vulcan fleet." Soval saw the look of distaste that flitted over the admiral's face. He only hoped that it had gone unnoticed by the humans. Kiran had always held firmly to the position that Vulcans were superior to humans in every way and were, therefore, obligated to monitor and control their access to technology and alien cultures. He was not going to be an easy man to deal with. Archer clearly had his work cut out for him. "This is Captain Sirek. He is in command of one of Vulcan's newest ships, the Sas-a-shar. The officer next to him is Captain V'Lin of the Tar'hana." T'Pau looked Archer squarely in the eye. "The Tar'hana is the sister ship of the Seleya." Archer's eyes immediately went to V'Lin, but the Vulcan captain's carefully controlled features told him nothing, even though the fate of the doomed ship, Seleya, was still a sensitive subject with officers in the Vulcan fleet. When T'Pau moved on to the next person, Soval noticed that Archer exchanged quick glances with his officers. Admirably, they all managed to keep their features neutral, even though he could detect a trace of concern in their eyes. On a positive note, Soval mused, perhaps T'Pol's presence was finally having a positive impact on Archer and his crew. As Vaaris had predicted, the three human officers appeared to have their emotions firmly under control. "You will become acquainted with my fellow Ministers over the next few weeks. Ministers T'Lan, Vaaris, Speth, and Sulin," she pointed to each official in turn, "are all firmly committed to ensuring the safety of Vulcan and her people." When the introductions had been made, Kuvak stepped forward. "Captain Archer, we are gratified that you are able to participate in these talks. Please follow me. I believe that you and your officers will be more comfortable out of the sun." Archer squinted quickly at the red sky blazing overhead. "Thank you, Minister. That would be appreciated." Glancing at Soval, Archer murmured, "Ambassador, would you join us." As they walked along Kuvak lowered his voice and said, "If there is, in fact, an organized force trying to destabilize this quadrant, we must act quickly to meet it. It is obvious that your task here will not be an easy one, but you must persevere. You have my unequivocal support. You can also count on T'Pau, Vaaris, and Soval to assist you in any way they can." "Thank you, gentlemen," Archer said quietly. "Earth is as concerned about this situation as Vulcan. I will do everything I can to make this alliance work, as will my officers." "Good." Kuvak stepped aside and motioned for Archer to precede him through an open doorway into a large meeting room. The room, done in subtle tones of grey and blue, contained little more than a large circular table surrounded by high-backed chairs made of some sturdy metal alloy. The only decoration in the room was a large hexagonal plaque which was mounted on the far wall. "Be seated," T'Pau said as soon as she entered the room. When everyone had taken a seat, T'Pau remained standing. "Surak tells us that, ‘Change is the essential process of all existence.' We are now in a period of momentous change. These strategic talks may well decide whether our two species will flourish or whether we will cease to exist as an independent people. With that in mind, we must put aside our differences and come to the table with open minds. "Admiral Gardner and Admiral Uhlani will be arriving from Earth later today, as will Minister Nathan Samuels. We have also asked Ambassador V'Lar to participate in these discussions. Over the years she has demonstrated an aptitude for relating to people of other cultures. She will also be a familiar face, Captain, to you and your crew." Archer nodded. "The ambassador is presently on board the Ti'Mur. She will arrive in three days. Until then we have much to discuss. I suggest that we spend the next few days comparing notes on the engagement with the drone ship and the current state of affairs in this quadrant." "It would be helpful if we had more information on the Romulans," Archer said. "Aside from running into one of their mine fields, we know virtually nothing about them." It was finally left to Soval to respond. "The Romulans are a secretive people. I'm afraid other species know little about them. Judging by their drone ship, they are both duplicitous and militaristic. We must assume that their intentions are not honorable." "Yes, but…" "I believe it would be helpful for us to adjourn into smaller groups," Kuvak interjected quickly. "The Sas-a-shar and the Tar'hana were both a part of your sensor net, Captain Archer, but they never came in contact with the drone ship. I'm sure that Captain V'Lin and Captain Sirek would be interested in any data you might have on the marauder. I know that Lieutenant Reed has expressed an interest in intelligence and security matters. Minister Vaaris is well versed on those subjects. And Commander Tucker, of course, will want to discuss engineering with…" "Excuse me, Minister," Soval interrupted before Kuvak could continue with his assignments, "I would like Commanders T'Pol and Tucker to join me for the remainder of the day," Soval said. "There is some…research that we must complete before the meetings commence." Perplexed, Archer looked first at Trip then over to T'Pol. Both officers refused to meet his eyes, keeping their gazes fixed firmly on the table in front of them. "Of course, Ambassador," Archer said, "my officers will cooperate in any way possible." Without wasting any time, Soval stood and motioned the two commanders toward the door. T'Pol and Tucker rose in unison and, without making eye contact with each other or anyone else, silently followed the ambassador out of the room. As they neared the landing platform, T'Pol said, "We can take the shuttlepod, Ambassador." * * * * * * No one spoke during the short journey to Mount Seleya. Soval took advantage of the silence and allowed his mind to once again drift back to his first encounters with the crew of Enterprise. He realized that in his mind, Charles Tucker III had represented everything that Vulcans found dangerous and irresponsible about humans. He had a volatile temper, often spoke without thinking, and gave no thought to the consequences of his actions. In the ensuing years, however, that had all changed. Tucker had grown into a fine officer and, with his engineering expertise, had become a tremendous asset to Starfleet. Soval leaned back and folded his arms across his chest. It had been a call to an old friend that had first forced him to see the commander in a new light. Gratified when he'd heard about T'Pol's marriage to Koss, Soval had contacted T'Les to offer his congratulations. She had been reticent about the wedding, choosing instead to talk about a human colleague T'Pol had brought home for a visit. As she spoke it became apparent that T'Les had developed a grudging respect for that colleague, Commander Tucker. Shortly after that, Soval had the opportunity to watch Mr. Tucker in action on the bridge of Enterprise during the Vulcan Civil War. The impulsive hothead was gone, replaced instead by a seasoned, poised officer. Here was a man who was confident enough in his own abilities to accept advice from others, who was cautious without losing the will to act, and who was willing to take great risks to accomplish something he believed in. He was a man of character, loyalty and determination who had, against all odds, earned Soval's admiration. "Thirty seconds to landing, Ambassador," T'Pol said. Snapping out of his reverie, Soval looked over at T'Pol. At first glance she appeared to be in complete control of her emotions, but her rigid posture and the tightness in her voice indicated that she was only maintaining that control with a great deal of effort. Concerned, Soval shifted his gaze back to the chief engineer. Tucker sat immobile with his eyes fixed on the shuttlepod's deck plating. Judging by his clenched fists and the rigid set of his shoulders, he was obviously very distressed. They did not look like two people who were comfortable with the idea of dissolving the bond that united them. As soon as the shuttlepod was on the ground, T'Pol rose gracefully, walked over to the hatch and opened it. "It is time to go," she said softly. Hearing her voice, Tucker raised his head. The naked pain in his eyes was only palpable for a moment, but it was long enough for Soval to realize that he needed to have another talk with the young man about the inherent dangers of attempting to sever a bond against one's will. He thought he had explained it clearly in an earlier conversation, but he obviously had not been explicit enough. "Commander Tucker, I do not believe that you fully grasp…" "Not now, Soval," Tucker muttered as he stood up abruptly and followed T'Pol out of the shuttlepod. The Sanctuary which loomed before them had been constructed many centuries ago to closely follow the contours of Mount Seleya. In order to seek enlightenment, a visitor was first required to climb twenty wide stone steps. Eight large stone urns – four to a side – anchored the outer edges of the steps at regular intervals. At the head of the stairs, a landing pointed the way to the large circular inner chamber. This was surrounded on three sides by a series of smaller rooms which burrowed into the side of the mountain. As they began to climb the stairs, Soval told Tucker, "You cannot enter the inner chamber in your uniform, Commander. The necessary clothing will be provided for you. You can change while T'Pol meditates." "Meditates?" "The ceremony is very demanding," T'Pol answered. "I must meditate to focus my thoughts and my strength. It would be wise for you to do the same." "How long do you have to meditate?" "Until I am prepared to face this ordeal," T'Pol snapped back. "T'Pol, I…" "I will try to be brief." Her voice was slightly more controlled, but her words still had a bite to them. "I do not wish to prolong this any longer than necessary." An attendant met them at the top of the stairs and led T'Pol down a dimly lit corridor to one of the chambers where she could change her clothes and meditate. Soval ushered Tucker in the opposite direction. The two men entered a Spartan chamber with rough stone walls. The only light was provided by tall white candles that gave the room an eerie glow. Thick white mats covered a portion of the floor. Soval took a deep breath. The room smelled of candle wax, heated stone, and antiquity, a combination of aromas he found particularly pleasing. He hoped that the commander would also find it soothing. It was essential for him to relax. The suit and robe Tucker was required to wear for the ceremony were laid out on a bench in the far corner of the room. Without wasting any time Trip began to strip off his uniform. "Do you need assistance?" Soval asked. "No thanks. I think I can manage." The commander's experience at T'Pol's wedding obviously held him in good stead. He had no trouble donning the dark blue Vulcan suit and grey outer robe. Seeing the engineer nervously fiddling with the collar, Soval decided that it was time to lend a hand. As soon as he touched the commander, an unsettling image popped into Soval's mind. He saw a man trapped in the middle of a raging river, desperately clinging to a tree limb to avoid being swept away by the torrent. This extreme agitation was clearly unacceptable. "You must calm yourself, Commander. T'Pol is correct. It would be wise for you to meditate." Tucker pulled away from the ambassador. "I don't want to meditate. I just want to get this over with and head back to Enterprise." "A composed, disciplined mind is needed for the dissolution to take place." Soval walked over to stand in front of the human. "Do you understand that you and T'Pol must both be committed to severing this bond? There can be no lingering feelings between the two of you." Trip ran a trembling hand through his hair. "You don't have to worry. She doesn't want to have anything to do with me." He brushed past Soval and headed over to the doorway. Looking out into the corridor, he asked tensely, "What's taking so long?" "Commander, this is not to be taken lightly. If you have any desire to remain bonded to T'Pol, even in the deepest recesses of your mind, any attempt to sever that bond can prove fatal. You must swear to me that you do not care for T'Pol and have no desire to remain joined with her." "I told you that I'm willin' to do whatever it takes to put an end to this," snapped Tucker. "There hasn't been anything between us for a long time." "You have not answered my question." Soval was becoming increasingly concerned by the young man's evasiveness. "Tell me that you do not have feelings for T'Pol, and the ceremony can move forward." "Fine! I'll say anything you want me to say!" "Commander!" Soval planted himself in front of Tucker. "T'Pol means nothing to me!" Tucker shouted. "Is that what you want to hear?" He took a deep shuddering breath then added in a harsh whisper. "She means nothing…to me. It was all…just…a mistake." Without a second thought, Soval reached over and firmly pinched the commander's shoulder. When Tucker went limp, he carefully lowered him to the ground. For a moment Soval knelt there looking into the troubled face of the young man he'd come to think of as a friend. It was obvious that Mr. Tucker was holding something back. Soval could not risk endangering his life. He had to know the commander's true feelings for T'Pol. He regretted what he had to do, but he had been given no other choice. Placing his left hand on Tucker's face, the ambassador began the ancient chant: "My mind to your mind. Our minds are merging. Our minds are one."
CHAPTER 20: T'POL T'Pol stood alone in the stark stone chamber. The young attendant had wanted to stay and help her dress, but T'Pol had sent her away. She could change into her robes later. She didn't want any company. She didn't want a witness to her struggle. The smell of candle wax permeated the air around her, but instead of bringing her comfort, it only called forth forbidden memories of evenings spent with Trip. Quickly suppressing those thoughts, she began to pace restlessly around the room. What was wrong with her? She had carefully prepared for this moment. Their bond had been dormant for months. He wanted this. She wanted this. It was the logical thing to do. It should be so simple, but it wasn't. What about her feelings for him – had she buried them deeply enough? When the time came to bare her soul, could she continue to deny him? She stopped and shook her head. She had to meditate. Walking over to one of the white mats, she dropped to the floor and sat cross-legged. Time was running short. Closing her eyes, she began her breathing exercises. She quickly realized that she could control her breathing, but she could not control her thoughts. All of her fears quickly surfaced. Were they really committed to being apart? Severing a bond could be dangerous to both parties if the desire to separate was not sincere. Was this a risk worth taking? Was she willing to pay the ultimate price? And what of the danger to him? She shifted nervously then straightened her back and tried once again to center herself. Breathing slowly in and out, her mind drifted in a fruitless search for the tranquil white space where she could begin to make sense of things. But what if he, too, was meditating? What if she reached her white space and found him there waiting for her? Did she really have the strength to turn away from him? As she struggled with her concentration, she was suddenly aware of movement close by. Opening her eyes, she saw Soval standing before her. "T'Pol, you must not do this," he said softly, but with a hint of steel in his voice. "I am trying to meditate," she answered tightly. "Please leave." "I cannot stand by and allow you to endanger the life of another." She took one more deep breath then slowly got to her feet. "This matter does not concern you, Ambassador. Commander Tucker and I have agreed upon this course of action. I must see it through." "Commander Tucker may have agreed to this, but it is not what he desires." "How do you know this?" "I have touched his mind, and I know that he still cares for you." Soval took a step toward her. "He is in love with you, T'Pol." She shook her head and abruptly turned away. Her lips pressed together as she fought against the surge of emotion that swept through her. He still loved her. After all they'd been through – after all she'd done to hurt him – he still loved her. What had she ever done to deserve such devotion? When she turned back, there was no mistaking the concern in the ambassador's eyes. "You touched Commander Tucker's mind?" she asked disbelievingly. "He allowed this?" "He was unconscious." When T'Pol bristled he added, "It was the prudent thing to do. He was not behaving like a man who was no longer interested in his bondmate. I had to know the truth." "You believe that he will be harmed if we attempt to sever our bond?" "Yes. I shouldn't have to remind you that severing a bond against ones will is tantamount to ripping away a portion of the mind. Under the best of circumstances, this ceremony places great demands on the Vulcan physique. The human body is considerably more fragile. When you take into account the passionate feelings Mr. Tucker still has for you, there is little hope that he would survive." Soval studied her carefully. "I believe that you are in danger as well," he added gently. "You do still care for him, don't you?" T'Pol hesitated. She had to choose her words carefully. "He is my friend." "I think he is considerably more than that." Soval walked over to the bench at the far end of the room and, shoving her robes aside, sat down. "It is obvious that you care for each other. Why do you wish to sever your bond? Is it because he is human and you are Vulcan?" "No. That has not been a barrier between us." "Your union would be very difficult, but it would not be impossible. When you discussed bringing your relationship to an end…" "We did not discuss it." Soval stared at her incredulously. "You have never talked about ending your relationship?" "It was a decision that I made." "Don't you think that Commander Tucker should have been consulted?" "I did what was best for both of us," T'Pol whispered. This conversation was making her increasingly uncomfortable. "I did what was logical, given the circumstances." A frown creased Soval's brow. "Commander Tucker believes that you no longer care for him. He thinks that you have entered into a relationship with Captain Archer. Is he correct?" T'Pol shifted nervously then walked over to the bench and scooped up her robes. After leaning over and depositing them on the floor, she sat down next to Soval. When she started to speak, she could not bear to meet his eyes. "I did not discourage those thoughts." "But why?" "I was concerned for the commander's safety. The best way to protect him was to bring an end to our relationship." The look on Soval's face indicated that he was clearly perplexed. "Explain." "After the death of our daughter, I was overwhelmed by my emotions. The commander…Trip…helped me to regain my control, but the demands I placed on him were too great and his health began to suffer. I could not allow that to continue. We had to be apart. I knew that if Trip believed that the captain and I wished to be together, he would step aside and our relationship would come to an end." "You lied." Soval's voice began to rise. "I never stated that I cared for Captain Archer." "Why practice deception when it would have been far more logical to bring this out into the open and discuss it?" T'Pol dropped her head. "It has never been easy for us to talk." She knew that her answer was weak at best, but it was the truth. "You, of course, know that Commander Tucker is still unwell." "The illness is not the same, but yes, I know that he is unwell. It is of great concern to many members of the crew. Unfortunately, he has refused all help. Even the captain can no longer reach him." When Soval remained silent, T'Pol looked over at him. His lips were pursed and an inner battle seemed to be taking place. When he finally spoke, the words were said softly, but with deliberation. "There are some things I need to tell you, but they must be kept in confidence." When T'Pol nodded in agreement the ambassador took a deep breath and continued. "Even though you have hurt him deeply, his affection for you is undiminished. He clings to his memories of your time together; they seem to give him strength. Unfortunately there are other thoughts…darker thoughts that concern me." T'Pol swallowed hard. "I would like to know what they are." Soval turned to face her. "He feels responsible for many of the tragedies that have occurred since the Xindi attack on Earth." "That is absurd." "Of course, it is absurd; nevertheless, that is what he believes. He is also afraid that any implications of mental instability will put an end to his career." T'Pol groaned inwardly. So many things were beginning to make sense. "That is why he would not allow Doctor Phlox to treat him." "Yes. He believes that once his medical records show any hint of an emotional breakdown, he will never be given command of a ship. In fact, he fears that he will be forced to leave Enterprise." "Captain Archer would never allow that to happen." "Be that as it may, his fears are not unfounded, T'Pol. Starfleet cannot afford to have unstable officers in high-profile postings." "He is not unstable. He is the strongest man I know." She would not countenance this negative assessment of Commander Tucker. "He was under tremendous pressure in the Expanse and his conduct was beyond reproach." "He is confused and weighed down by guilt, grief and worry. And you have only made the situation worse. He does not understand why you turned away from him." T'Pol got to her feet. With her arms wrapped tightly about her, she paced over to the doorway and back again. "I have been a fool," she said with bitterness in her voice. She knew that what Soval said was true. She had tried to protect Trip, but ultimately she had only succeeded in making the situation far worse. When Trip's world was falling apart – when he needed her the most – she had abandoned him. "Commander Tucker will be regaining consciousness soon," Soval said. "Do you want me to explain to him why your bond cannot be severed?" T'Pol straightened her shoulders and said, "That will not be necessary. I will explain it to him. I will tell him the truth. Our bond cannot be severed because of my feelings for him. He does not need to know about the mind meld." "As you wish," Soval said. Then he rose and motioned for her to precede him out of the chamber. As they walked down the corridor, they heard a commotion up ahead. Quickening their pace, they exited the corridor and walked outside onto the landing. Commander Tucker stood near the head of the stairs, massaging his left shoulder, while he yelled at a young priest. As soon as he noticed T'Pol and Soval, Trip lost all interest in the priest and turned his anger on them. "I want to know what in the hell is going on here!" As soon as Tucker focused his wrath on Soval, the priest beat a hasty retreat. "You and I are carryin' on a polite conversation, and the next thing I know I'm pickin' myself up off the floor! What did you do to me?" "Calm yourself, Commander," Soval said quietly. "I needed a few moments to speak with T'Pol." "And for that, I had to be unconscious?" "It helped." Irate, Tucker took a step toward Soval, but T'Pol immediately stepped between them. "Trip, please come inside with me. I have to talk to you." "I don't want to talk. In case it's slipped your mind, we came here to sever our bond." "I am aware of that," she said soothingly, "but there have been some… complications." "What complications?" T'Pol tried to remain calm. "If you will come inside…" "Anything you have to say to me, you can say right here," Trip spat back. "All right." In his present frame of mind, it would probably be best to get straight to the point. "It will not be possible for us to sever our bond." Tucker looked daggers at T'Pol. "Why not?" Standing face to face with the Commander, T'Pol suddenly realized how weak and implausible the truth sounded. Why should he believe her? Why, after all she'd done to push him away, should he willingly accept that she cared deeply for him? Because Vulcans place such a high value on the truth, T'Pol had never fully appreciated the human fable of the little boy who cried wolf. She had a sinking feeling that the true meaning was about to be made all too clear to her. "Because of my feelings for you," she whispered. Tucker stared at her in utter disbelief then threw back his head and started to laugh. As he raked his fingers through his hair, he backed up a couple of steps in an attempt to put some distance between them. "You've got to be kiddin'! Now you suddenly have feelin's for me!" He shook his head. "T'Pol, you've had me on a roller coaster ride for the past two years. Well, I'm tired and I want to get off. We came here to sever our bond, so let's do it and get it over with. Then you can go your way, and I can go mine." "Trip…," T'Pol murmured tightly as she extended her hand to him. "No! I've had enough!" Agitated, Tucker jerked away from her. As he stepped back, his foot became tangled in the hem of his robe and he pitched backward. T'Pol lunged for him and managed to grab one long, flowing sleeve before he tumbled down the flight of steps. At the same time, Soval's hand whipped forward and grabbed the front of Tucker's robe. After securing their holds on him, the two Vulcans pulled the commander away from the stairs. Still off balance, Trip's feet went out from under him and he landed in a heap at their feet. Trip rolled over and stared back down the long flight of stone steps. Finally, he took a deep, shuddering breath and raised his eyes. He looked from one concerned Vulcan face to the other and mumbled, "Thanks." T'Pol knelt down and quickly ran her eyes over the young engineer. "Are you all right?" she asked. "I'm fine," Trip said sheepishly. "Sorry for bein' so clumsy. I guess I'm just not cut out for wearin' a robe. Give me a hand up, will ya?" T'Pol grasped Tucker's wrist and pulled. When he was once again on his feet, T'Pol could tell that his anger had spent itself. The fires of betrayal and frustration no longer sparked in his blue eyes. But what was he truly feeling? She ran her hand lightly along his upper arm. "The sun is not good for you. Come inside and sit down." "I told you, T'Pol. I'm okay." "I know," she said quietly. "Come inside." "Sure…why not," Tucker said. He made a sweeping motion with his arm, indicating that he would follow her. As they walked off, Trip hollered over one shoulder, "You might as well come along too, Soval. There's something I want to tell both of ya." T'Pol led them into one of the small chambers lit by the ubiquitous candles which are so much a part of Vulcan ritual and meditation. Trip walked over and flopped down wearily on the only bench in the room. T'Pol paused before sitting down beside him. She looked over at Soval, who remained standing by the doorway. She could see the concern written plainly across his features. Without looking at Tucker, she asked warily, "What did you wish to tell us?" Tucker sighed and leaned back against the wall. "T'Pol, if you say we can't sever our bond," he said softly, "I believe you. I'm just not sure what that's gonna mean for us…well, for you mostly. I've been giving a lot of thought to what I want to do with the rest of my life and, to make a long story short, I've decided to leave Starfleet." T'Pol sucked in her breath, but did not interrupt. "I don't intend to turn in my resignation until we finish the talks with the Vulcans," he continued. "I wouldn't do that to the captain. But as soon as the talks are over, I'm gone." Tucker fixed his eyes on Soval. "But then you already know that, don't you, Ambassador?" Soval stiffened. His eyes locked onto Tucker's and for a moment they seemed to engage in a silent test of wills. Finally, the ambassador took a couple of steps into the room and said firmly, "T'Pol, leave us. I wish to speak with the commander in private." Shaking her head, T'Pol started to protest, but Soval remained unmoved. "Leave us." Pressing her lips together, T'Pol got to her feet and turned to look down at Tucker. She desperately wanted him to tell her to stay, but he refused to cooperate. "It's all right, T'Pol. The ambassador and I just need to clear the air. When we get done, I'll meet you at the shuttlepod. I guess we might as well head back to the conference. There's nothing to keep us here." With one final glare at Soval, she walked out of the room, head held high. As she slowly made her way to the shuttlepod, she was forced to admit that maybe her dismissal had been for the best. She needed time to think. He was going to leave Enterprise. They probably would never meet again. Though hardly unexpected, there was no question that Trip's revelation had shaken her. She'd thought there would be more time to prepare for their separation. Evidently, she had been wrong. |
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