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"The Thorn and the Rose"
Rating: PG-13 A/N: Many thanks to Distracted for her beta-ing skills. CHAPTER 27: T’POL T’Pol stood at the edge of the landing and looked out at the narrow valley which separated Mount Seleya from the surrounding peaks. Through the haze, she watched as, off in the distance, Trip walked slowly, head down, deep in thought. She’d briefly entertained the idea of joining him, but decided against it. He was in no danger. Major Luvan was walking six paces behind him. She knew that Trip needed this time alone to begin to make sense of everything that had been revealed to him over the past couple of days. After ten more minutes under the relentless Vulcan sun, Trip looked up and spotted her on the landing. He gave a quick wave and began to walk back toward the Sanctuary. When he reached the foot of the stairs, he turned to Luvan and said a few words before starting to make his way up to join her. As Trip neared the top, he halted and looked again at the spot where he’d been attacked the previous night. Sensing his emotional turmoil, T’Pol joined him on the steps. “You were very lucky last night.” “Don’t I know it,” Trip answered quietly. “It’s kinda hard to accept the fact that somebody wants me dead. Somebody I don’t even know.” Using the wide cuff of her robe to conceal her movement, T’Pol surreptitiously took hold of Trip’s left hand. She knew it was illogical, but she needed to touch him. The attack last night had been equally devastating for her. She had sensed his surprise and then his fear as he struggled with his assailant. For a split second, she’d thought that she had lost him. The Romulan had come dangerously close to completing his mission. They both owed Luvan and Komas a great deal. T’Pol glanced down the steps. “Did you ask Major Luvan to stay with the shuttlepod?” “Yeah. I checked it over before I took my walk, but just to be on the safe side, I thought someone should keep an eye on it.” Trip ran a hand through his hair. “I’m becomin’ as paranoid as Malcolm.” “You are just being cautious.” “If you say so.” Trip glanced down at the shuttlepod one more time. “I told the major we’d be leaving in about half an hour.” “We may be delayed,” T’Pol informed her mate. “Torok wants to see us.” Trip used his sleeve to wipe the perspiration from his face. “Do you know why?” “We were summoned. No explanation was given.” “I guess we’d better find out what he wants,” Trip said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. “At least this will give me a chance to say good-bye to him.” Walking slowly side by side, they started across the landing and into the Sanctuary. T’Pol had been given directions to an unobtrusive door just off the main corridor. There appeared to be no chime or bell, so Trip knocked on the door. A muffled voice called out, “Enter,” and the door slid open. The two commanders stood still for a few moments before slowly moving forward. T’Pol had expected another chamber or reception room. Much to her surprise, they had just been given access to a small private garden. “Come in,” Torok called as he stepped out from behind a large dark red bush. “I wanted you to see my garden.” The high priest was dressed only his floor-length black tunic. His russet robe hung on a hook just inside the door. The garden was situated on a large man-made shelf located at one end of the Sanctuary. A seven-foot wall enclosed the garden, ensuring privacy and still allowing the plants to receive the sunlight necessary for their survival. The wall was ingeniously designed so that it blended seamlessly with the contour of Mount Seleya, making it virtually invisible from ground level. “I was not aware that the Sanctuary had a garden,” T’Pol remarked. “It is not common knowledge,” Torok replied. “This is my refuge. Few people are given permission to enter.” T’Pol took several steps forward and looked around. The air was perfumed with a mixture of floral scents and the rich aroma of fertile soil. Deep red earthenware pots in a wide variety of sizes occupied places of honor on the floor and on a series of stone pedestals. Each pot held a different exotic plant. Some species were resplendent with blossoms in bold colors or soft pastels. There were small bushes, ferns, and spiny plants that were reminiscent of the cactuses found on Earth. Vines snaked along stout poles, including an opalescent species that was not rooted in soil, but apparently drew its nourishment directly from the air. “We’re honored, sir,” Trip said sincerely as his eyes darted around, trying to take everything in. “I’ve never seen anything quite like this. It’s amazing.” T’Pol found the garden to be to be aesthetically pleasing, but little more. She looked closely at the smile on Trip’s face. Obviously, he saw something she did not. Curious, she opened her mind to her bondmate. Instantly, the pleasant collection of pots and foliage turned into a magical world full of beauty and mystery that hinted at grand adventures in far off worlds. She knew she would never fully understand his childlike exuberance for the simplest things, but it made him who he was. This spark had been missing in him for so long. It was good to see the light dance in his eyes once again. Knowing that she was sharing this moment with him, Trip leaned over and whispered in her ear, “All the beauty in the universe can’t compare to you.” She knew she should warn him against making such comments in Torok’s presence, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She decided, instead, to take pleasure from the fact that he found her attractive. Trip smoothly turned his attention back to the high priest. “Are all of these plants native to Vulcan?” Torok cast his eyes around his garden. “A few plants, such as the nar’ru vine to your right, are from Vulcan. Most are not. Over the years my colleagues have brought me specimens from many distant planets.” Torok pointed toward a large plant with a delicate mauve flower. “This species, for example, is a muktok plant from Betazed.” He tapped the bloom, and it made a gentle tinkling sound. “The o’ aelio…” He pointed to a flat pot overflowing with a bright green moss studded with small yellow berries. “…is native to Coridan.” Moving to his left he pointed to large plant with clumps of light purple flowers. “And this is a Bajoran lilac.” Reaching over, he gently pruned a dead leaf from the plant. “A few of the species have died,” he added, “but most continue to thrive.” Torok took a moment to study Trip. “You still look pale, young man. Doctor Marrek informed me that two of your ribs were bruised last night.” “Yeah. I was lucky.” Drawn by the fragrant aroma of the muktok plant, Trip leaned over. Breathing deeply, he closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the plant’s unique perfume. Straightening up, he added, “I didn’t get a chance to thank the two fellas who saved my life.” “Do not concern yourself. It is not our custom to offer thanks when a person performs a required task; however, I will pass along your sentiments.” Torok glanced at T’Pol before continuing. “I believe you also owe a debt of gratitude to your mate, young man. If she had not warned us of your peril, help would not have arrived in time to save your life.” Trip smiled warmly at T’Pol. “I’ll be sure to thank her.” “There is something I must tell you in confidence, young man.” Torok’s face darkened. “You were not the only one who was marked for death last night. As soon as we received word of the attack on the Ti’Mur, guards were assigned to many of the prominent figures in our government. Nevertheless, despite our best efforts, Minister Speth was killed.” “I’m sorry, sir.” Trip’s face clearly reflected his concern. “Please accept my condolences.” Torok lowered his eyes and fingered the petals of the Bajoran lilac. “Speth was a dedicated man. He will be missed.” “Was anyone else threatened?” T’Pol asked. There was no question that she was disturbed by the high priest’s revelations. The Vulcan of her childhood had been such a peaceful place. Now all that seemed to be gone. In the past several years there had been one violent act after another. Bombings, assault, murder – where would it all end? And when the end did come, how much of her beloved world would still remain? Squaring his shoulders, Torok replied, “Attempts were also made on the lives of Kuvak, T’Pau, and six others. Fortunately, we were more successful in protecting them.” Trip tilted his head and appeared to be sorting through the information Torok had just revealed to him. “So those two guys who saved my life…they were really here to guard you and Soval.” “Yes. It is regrettable that we did not anticipate that you might also be a target.” “Did your people manage to take any of the assassins alive?” Trip asked. “No. The guilty parties preferred death to capture.” Trip scrunched up his face in a look of confusion. “But why me? I can understand them going after the leaders of your government, but my death wouldn’t make much of a difference.” “Your death would weigh heavily on Captain Archer,” T’Pol replied quietly. “He would find it difficult to continue with the talks.” “I guess so, but the captain’s tough. He wouldn’t let my death prevent him from doin’ his job.” “Think, young man,” Torok admonished. “While you were on the drone ship, you saw technology that was never meant to be seen by an outsider. With your engineering expertise, that makes you a very dangerous man.” Trip considered Torok’s words. Suddenly, his eyes opened wider. “Is Malcolm all right?” he asked urgently. “If they went after me, they might go after him, too.” “Lieutenant Reed is unharmed.” As soon as he heard T’Pol’s reply, Trip visibly relaxed. “When the attempt was made on your life, I contacted Enterprise. The MACOs immediately took steps to tighten security. Mr. Reed’s life was not threatened.” “He will be kept under guard for as long as the talks continue,” Torok added, “as will the other delegates from Earth.” Trip grinned. “Malcolm’s gonna hate that.” “Indeed.” T’Pol lightly brushed her fingers along Trip’s right hand. “A guard will also be assigned to you. The Romulans do not accept defeat. They might strike again without warning.” Trip sobered. “You have nothing to worry about,” he murmured. “I’m gonna be around for a long time.” Turning his attention to Torok, Trip asked hesitantly, “About our conversation last night, sir.” Torok pruned several fronds from a large deep orange plant that spiraled around a thick metal stake. When he was finished, he turned toward Trip. “You were correct in your assumption. The man who attempted to kill you last night was a Romulan agent.” The high priest looked piercingly at Trip. “I considered keeping this information from you, but you would always have had doubts.” “I guess I would,” Trip replied. “I appreciate you bein’ honest with me.” Torok fixed his eyes on Trip. “I am placing a great deal of trust in you, young man. You are now privy to a secret which, if known, could do irreparable damage to our relations with Earth and the other members of the Coalition. No one must know that the Romulans and Vulcans bear a physical resemblance to one another.” “Admiral Kiran called them your brothers,” Trip said in a serious tone of voice. “Admiral Kiran is rash, but in this instance, he is more or less correct. We share a common ancestry. This secret, which has been carefully guarded down through the ages, is only entrusted to a select few in each generation. The vast majority of Vulcans have no idea that we were once one people.” Trip turned to T’Pol. “Did you know about this?” “No,” T’Pol whispered with a subtle shake of the head. The scene last night suddenly flashed into her mind. Before they carried Trip up to the landing, she had caught a glimpse of the assassin. The man gave every appearance of being a Vulcan. At the time, she had not wanted to believe Trip’s supposition that he was Romulan. With Torok’s confirmation, however, it was something she could no longer deny. She only hoped that Trip fully appreciated what Torok had just revealed to him. Lack of trust was already an issue within the Coalition. If there was even the slightest inference that the Vulcans were in league with the Romulans, the results could be catastrophic. “I understand your concern, sir,” Trip said adamantly. “You have my word. No one will hear of this from me.” “Good.” Torok turned to his right and allowed his fingers to trace along the edge of a large yellow flower the size of a dinner plate. “I am glad that we have that settled.” T’Pol was surprised that she could see the relief so clearly in Torok’s face. “You will be leaving soon?” Torok asked. “We were just getting ready to go when you sent for us,” Trip responded. “The events of the last 24 hours have everyone pretty stirred up. When Soval left this morning, he told us that a meeting was scheduled for 1600 this afternoon. I guess T’Pau and the others decided that they couldn’t afford to wait for Ambassador V’Lar any longer.” “You do not have to leave, young man,” Torok said quietly. “You may stay here for as long as you like. It is obvious that you are still unwell.” “Thank you, sir. I appreciate your concern for me, but I better get back to business. I don’t want to let Captain Archer down.” Trip grinned. “I wouldn’t want to disappoint Admiral Kiran, either. I’m pretty sure that he’s got me figured for some sort of spineless lowlife. I want to show him just how wrong he is.” Trip looked down and ran his hand over the navy blue jumpsuit that had become so much a part of his life. “Besides, when I got up this morning, my uniform was waiting for me. If you didn’t want me to leave, I’m pretty sure that I’d still be wearin’ a robe.” Trip’s smile grew wider. “Am I right?” Torok looked at Trip as though the young human had just passed a test with flying colors. “That is very perceptive of you. I was confident that you would do your duty. ‘To whomsoever much has been given, from him much shall be required.’” “You know our Bible?” Trip asked in surprise. “I am well versed in the religions of many worlds. The stories change from species to species, but often the messages are the same.” Torok’s gaze intensified. “Much is expected of you, young man. The coming days will not be easy, but you have the inner strength to overcome the greatest obstacles.” T’Pol could see Trip’s body tense slightly, but his voice gave no indication that he found Torok’s words distressing in any way. “I appreciate your faith in me, sir. I’ll try to do my best.” “I have no doubt of that. Just remember that regardless of what the future may bring, you will always be welcome here…at least for the duration of my lifetime.” T’Pol looked into Torok’s eyes and took great satisfaction from the respect she saw there for her mate. She knew Trip saw it, too. “Thank you, sir,” Trip said with quiet humility. “I’d like to come back for a visit. This will always be a special place for me.” “I realize that time is short, but I have something I would like to give the two of you. Over there.” Torok pointed toward a small pedestal in the far corner. Trip and T’Pol exchanged a quick glance before starting across the garden. T’Pol could not deny that she found the high priest’s gesture rather surprising. She knew this was not a common occurrence. Torok counseled people. He did not pass out tokens or mementos. When they reached the pedestal, they discovered that it held a tray of low, creeping plants and two small IDIC medallions suspended on silver-colored metal chains. T’Pol carefully picked up the two chains and handed one to Trip. “Do you understand the meaning of the IDIC symbol, young man?” Torok asked.” “Yes, sir,” Trip answered in a hushed voice. “Turn over your medallions and look at the backs.” Both Trip and T’Pol did as they were instructed. On the back of each medallion, trapped for eternity in a pale gold coat of amber, were a thorn and a single rose petal. Torok walked over to join them. “Sixteen years ago, Soval brought me this plant from his posting on Earth.” Torok motioned to a rose bush which stood regally in its dark red planter. The vivid red flowers presented a pleasing contrast to the dark green foliage. “My mama had a rose bush like this by the back porch of our home in Port Charlotte,” Trip said in amazement. “I thought roses were too fragile to grow in this kind of climate.” “As you can see this plant is quite content here on Vulcan. Each year I find myself looking forward to the time when it blooms.” Torok took the medallion from Trip and placed the chain around the commander’s neck. “If a thorn is left to fester, the body dies. If it is plucked from the body, it can serve as a reminder of our struggle and our ultimate victory. You have allowed a great many things to fester in your heart, young man. It is time to pluck them out. When you look at this thorn, remember how far you have come in your struggle to regain your peace of mind, and the price you will have to pay if you allow grief and guilt to go unchecked.” Trip swallowed hard. Looking into Torok’s eyes, he whispered, “Thank you.” Taking the medallion from T’Pol’s hands, Torok placed it around her neck. “This rose bush thrives in an alien world. It has a delicate beauty, but it is, in fact, tough and resilient. Just as you have flourished on the human ship, I believe this young man is equally capable of thriving here on Vulcan or in any other alien world you might choose to call home. But you must take care. Just as this plant must be carefully tended, so must a union between two people. If you neglect it, it will die.” Torok looked at T’Pol and Trip. “Trust in each other. Learn from each other. Use your bond to bring you closer together, not to shut each other out. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir,” they murmured in unison. “Good.” Torok raised one arm toward the door leading out of the garden. “I do not want to keep you. I know you have pressing duties to attend to.” Trip started to make his good-byes, but T’Pol only stirred restlessly. She, as a rule, did not act rashly, but what she was contemplating now was certainly not the safe or easy path. “Is there something else, T’Pol?” Torok asked, bringing her back to reality. T’Pol took a deep breath and decided to take the advice of an old friend. “When I first realized that I had formed a bond with Commander Tucker, I was displeased.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Trip’s body tense. To reassure him, she brushed the back of her hand lightly across his. It was important for him to hear what she had to say. “I knew I had been careless. It had never occurred to me that a bond could form between a Vulcan and a human. My only thoughts had been for the pleasure he gave me…for the things he made me feel. Nevertheless, I did question whether it was wise to spend my life bound to him.” Vestiges of a frown played over Torok’s face. “Continue.” “After the death of our child, I began to fully understand how important Trip had become to me. For the first time in my life, I felt secure and totally at peace. But then he became ill and, in a mistaken attempt to protect him, I pushed him away.” T’Pol looked into Trip’s eyes. “Recently, I came to realize how grievously I had wronged him. To try and make amends, I made a solemn promise to him that I would never turn away from him again.” When T’Pol saw a smile spread across Trip’s face, she knew that she was doing the right thing. “In short, I have decided to follow my heart. Our life together will not be easy, but it is the life I want. I realize that our relationship must remain a secret, but…” T’Pol suddenly felt Trip’s elation through their bond when he understood what she was saying. Grasping her hand in his, he completed her thought. “…but we would like to make a formal commitment to one another. Under the circumstances, we’ll understand if that won’t be possible.” Torok studied both of them closely. “Are you sure this is the path you both choose to take?” he finally asked in a serious tone of voice. T’Pol lifted her chin and squared her shoulders. “Yes.” Trip looked at her with a smile that melted her heart. “There isn’t a doubt in my mind that we belong together,” he stated in a clear, decisive voice. “You understand that there can be no formal record of your union,” Torok cautioned. “Yes, sir,” Trip replied, “but we’ll know that we’re man and wife. I guess for now that will have to be enough.” Torok took a moment to consider their request. “I can think of no reason why you two should not be married. Admiral Kiran and Minister T’Lan did not make that demand of you. Since you are already bonded, it is the next logical step.” “Thank you, sir,” Trip said sincerely. “I will make a note of this in my personal papers. It will be available to you, if it ever becomes necessary for you to provide proof of your union. Perhaps someday our peoples will be more enlightened, and the two of you can live openly as husband and wife.” Suddenly Trip’s eyes grew wide. “There’s no gong.” He anxiously looked around. “Does there have to be a gong?” T’Pol’s heart was filled with equal measures of pride and affection. He was trying so hard to honor her traditions. She knew he desperately wanted this ceremony to be special for her. “No, young man,” Torok explained. “The male uses the gong to summon his bride. I believe that we can dispense with that portion of the ceremony in this instance.” Torok motioned toward a small meditation mat. “Take your places and we will proceed.” Trip offered his hand to assist T’Pol as she knelt on the mat. She adjusted her robe slightly as he knelt opposite her. Looking into Trip’s eyes, she thought back to her first marriage and the emptiness she had felt. Two separate individuals had remained so. There was no union of the mind or body, only a series of empty words. This time, however, when her fingers touched those of her mate, she felt his life force join with hers. In that instant she knew that she had journeyed her whole life to reach this place…at this moment…with this man. He completed her in ways that she could not yet fully begin to comprehend, and it gave her a great sense of serenity and fulfillment. Torok looked down at the two young people kneeling before him. He extended his hands and began the ancient Vulcan ceremony. “What ye are about to witness comes down from the time of the beginning without change. This is the Vulcan heart. This is the Vulcan soul. This is our way...” * * * * * * “Trip, you are being illogical,” T’Pol said calmly as she slipped out of her robes and into her blue uniform. She watched as Trip picked up one of his t-shirts and a pair of briefs and stuffed them into the duffle bag on the bed. They both knew that they would have to hurry if they were going to reach the meeting in time. “It is only wise for Major Luvan to accompany us on our return to the conference. You knew that he would be serving as your bodyguard.” “Haven’t you ever heard the saying, ‘Two’s company and three’s a crowd’?” Trip asked. The frustration in his voice was unmistakable. “What man wants to start his honeymoon with another guy along for the ride?” “As I told you before, Vulcans do not go on honeymoons,” T’Pol stated in a quiet, controlled voice. “Well, humans do,” Trip shot back. T’Pol looked carefully at her husband. “There is something else that is bothering you. What is it?” Trip dipped his head and bit his lip. T’Pol reached out to him through their bond. What she discovered filled her with both joy and sorrow. “We will find a way to be together,” she murmured softly. “Our bond…” “Our bond isn’t enough, T’Pol,” he exclaimed unhappily. “It will have to be…at least until we can get back to Enterprise. You know that.” “Yeah, I know.” Taking a deep breath, Trip planted his hands on his hips and fixed his eyes on the far wall of the room they’d shared for the past two nights. “I guess I just don’t take to the idea of sneakin’ around like we’re involved in some illicit affair. You’re my wife. I’m proud of you, and I want everyone to know it.” “You knew the conditions before we married.” “Yeah,” Trip answered bitterly, “but I don’t have to like ‘em.” When T’Pol looked at him questioningly, he added, “Don’t worry. I’ll keep my word.” “Do you remember telling me once that Romeo and Juliet probably stood a better chance of succeeding in their relationship than we did?” “Yeah.” Trip dipped his head guiltily. “I was out of line when I said that. I’m sorry.” “I have read the play.” T’Pol reached up and gently stroked his cheek. “Romeo and Juliet were children, Trip. We are not. We have the chance to create a world of our own in our heads and in our hearts. We don’t need a room to be together.” She touched the spot where his IDIC medallion lay against his chest. “We can bemoan our fate and allow what we have to wither and die, or we can seize what we’ve been given and live our lives to the fullest.” Trip’s smile was still tinged with sadness, but there was a look of hope in his eyes. “You’re right, T’Pol. I was just feelin’ sorry for myself. I know we can make this work. As long as you’re with me – whether you’re in my head or by my side – I know I can do anything.” “Ma etek natyan – teretuhr lau etek shetau weh-lo’uk do tum t’on.” Puzzled, Trip wrinkled his brow. “What’s that mean?” “We have differences. May we, together, become greater than the sum of both of us.” T’Pol looked into Trip’s eyes, two deep blue pools that held the promise of a lifetime of love and devotion. “I would like to think that Surak had us in mind when he said that.” Trip wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “We do make one hell of a team.” He touched his lips to hers and the ensuing spark ignited a fire in both of them. They came together in a passionate kiss that marked an end to years of fear, frustration and doubt. There was only elation that their minds and bodies were now bound together inexorably for all time. When their lips finally parted, Trip murmured breathlessly, “It’s about time I got to kiss the bride.” “We must go.” T’Pol murmured into Trip’s ear as she gently ran her hand over his shoulders and upper back. “Major Luvan is waiting for us.” Trip continued to hold her close. “I know.” Finally, he kissed the tip of one ear and pulled back. “There may come a day when I forget to say it, but never doubt that I love you. You’re my whole world, T’Pol, and you always will be.” “Give me your right hand,” T’Pol said softly. “I would like to show how Vulcan mates communicate their regard for one another. It is far more discreet that the human kiss.” She pushed down two of the fingers on his right hand and then pressed her index and middle fingers against his. There was a brief tingling sensation and then an abiding feeling of peace and tranquility washed over them. They did not have to speak of the love they felt for each other; it was all around them, within them, uniting them, eternal. Finally, T’Pol took a deep breath and lowered her hand. “That was very satisfying.” Trip opened his eyes and whispered in amazement, “I think this is one Vulcan custom I’m really gonna enjoy.” A knock on the door ended any hope of further intimacy. When T’Pol opened the door, T’Lahr informed her that Major Luvan was awaiting their arrival. Trip grabbed their duffle bag, said a quick good-bye to T’Lahr, and the two commanders started down the corridor. T’Pol looked over her shoulder to be sure that T’Lahr was not within hearing distance. “I’ve been meaning to tell you that following your attack last night, Torok asked to speak with me. He pointed out some of my…errors in judgment in regards to you and offered some guidance on dealing with my emotions.” “That was nice of him.” She looked out of the corner of her eye, but his face reflected interest, nothing more. “He also gave me some instructions to pass along to you.” “Instructions?” “Yes. He indicated that your eating and sleeping habits were not conducive to a well-ordered mind or a sound body.” Trip nodded. “Eat right and get some sleep. Check.” A roguish grin suddenly played across his lips. “I don’t suppose he happened to say anything about making love to my wife?” “Regrettably, that subject was never mentioned.” T’Pol knew that she should find his smirk insufferable, but, in this instance, it only endeared him to her all the more. The next point had been a bit of a sore point between them in the past. T’Pol wasn’t really sure how Trip would respond. “Torok wants both of us to study the Kir’Shara.” “Actually, I’m kinda lookin’ forward to that,” Trip replied without hesitation. “So far, I don’t see any problems.” His response pleased her. He hadn’t spoken in a grudging tone of voice. He clearly understood the cultural significance of the Kir’Shara and wanted to share it with her. If only she had been more sure of herself – and him – a year ago. Looking back, she couldn’t help but rue her decision to study the teachings of Surak alone. “The next offer was most unexpected,” T’Pol said as they exited the Sanctuary and made their way across the landing toward the main staircase. “Torok would like you to contact him if you ever feel the need to talk.” Trip stopped abruptly and the duffle bag slipped from his fingers. Deeply moved, he stood quietly with his hands on his hips, staring off into the distance. After giving him a few moments, T’Pol moved over to stand in front of him. “Trip, you do realize that this is an unprecedented gesture on Torok’s part.” “Yeah, I do,” he murmured in a voice tight with emotion. “I don’t really know what he sees in me, but I think I just might take him up on his offer. If anyone can put some starch in my backbone, it’s him.” “Good.” T’Pol reached out and brushed her fingertips lightly over his chest. She took a moment to study his face. The lines of grief and pain were still there, but they were no longer as pronounced as they once had been. “Are you still experiencing flashbacks from the mind meld?” “Now and then, but it’s getting better. They don’t last nearly as long and the things I see…well, they don’t seem quite so real anymore. Dr. Marrek told me the flashbacks should stop in a day or two.” “Will you be all right?” T’Pol asked in a concerned voice. “This conference is bound to be stressful. There would be no shame in returning to Enterprise until you are well again.” Trip clenched his jaw, and T’Pol instantly knew that she had just ventured into dangerous territory. “I know that I’m a long way from having everything straightened out in my head, but I’m not going to run away and hide,” Trip declared firmly. “My place is at those talks.” “I was not implying…” “I have a feeling that what we do in the next couple of weeks will have an impact on both our worlds for a long time to come. I want to be a part of that and nothing short of a court martial or another crazy Romulan is gonna prevent me from doin’ just that.” “I never doubted you,” T’Pol said reassuringly. “Just remember that I am here whenever you need me.” Trip’s face softened. “I know.” “There is one more thing that Torok asks of you,” T’Pol said softly. She knew that this quite probably would be the most difficult request of all. “He would like you to contact your family.” Once again, Trip surprised her. “That’s one decision I’ve already made for myself.” There was no equivocation in his response. “I’ll give them a call as soon as we get back to Enterprise.” T’Pol studied his face. She wasn’t quite sure what to think. She had expected a struggle. Instead, he had quickly acquiesced. Picking up the duffle bag, Trip took T’Pol’s elbow, and they slowly began to walk across the landing toward the main staircase. “My grandparents’ death wasn’t the only thing I’d forgotten about that period in my life,” he explained. “When my Dad realized that I was having problems with nightmares, he slept on a cot in my room for almost a year so that I wouldn’t be alone if a nightmare woke me up.” Trip chewed on his lip for a moment before he could continue. “We’re family and we love one another. I should have talked to him. I should have given him a chance to explain.” T’Pol lifted her head for a parting look at the hazy red sky and the rugged mountains which stood guard around Mount Seleya. She felt the familiar heat of the sun caress her face. Over the years, her mother had spoken to her many times of the deep, satisfying connection that could be hers when she wed, but marriage was something that had never held much interest for her. T’Pol felt the gentle pressure of Trip’s hand on her elbow and stole a quick glance at her mate. Although she knew that she would always treasure the land of her birth, those feelings paled in comparison to the love she felt for the man walking beside her. Much to her surprise, she realized that it was only now – with the completion of their bond – that she was truly beginning to live. When they started down the stairs, they saw Major Luvan step inside the shuttlepod. Trip didn’t say a word, but his sigh spoke volumes. “You must be patient, husband,” T’Pol murmured softly. “When we return to Enterprise, I promise that you will have your honeymoon.” * * * * * * T’Pol knew that Trip would make the best of their situation, and he hadn’t disappointed her. As she piloted the shuttlepod, she glanced over her shoulder and saw Trip deep in conversation with Major Luvan. From the moment they’d left the Sanctuary, Trip had casually probed and prodded until he found a topic that was of interest to the normally reticent major. Despite his rigid posture and stony features, T’Pol could see an undeniable spark of animation in Luvan’s dark brown eyes as he called upon his surprisingly extensive knowledge of the Fire Plains to answer Trip’s questions. As always, Trip listened intently, taking everything in and filing it away for future reference. Four minutes later, T’Pol informed the two men that they were approaching the capital. The elegant government building dominated the cityscape. From her vantage point, she could see that there was another Starfleet shuttlepod parked on the cantilevered landing platform which protruded from the upper floor of the building. Evidently Captain Archer and his party had already arrived. As soon as the shuttlepod powered down, Major Luvan opened the hatch and, stepping out onto the platform, scanned the area for signs of danger. When he had assured himself that it was safe, he said, “You may exit.” Trip sighed and shook his head. “This is crazy,” he muttered under his breath. “I’m an engineer. Engineers don’t need bodyguards.” T’Pol stepped out of the shuttlepod and turned to face him. “Do not contemplate asking to have Major Luvan relieved of his assignment,” she warned quietly. “I will not allow it.” “This place is knee deep in ambassadors, ministers, admirals, and who know what else,” Trip grumbled. “The Romulans would have to be nuts to come lookin’ for me.” “Since one attempt has already been made on your life, your argument is…” Trip held up his hands in mock surrender. “Okay. You win. I promise not to say another word about it.” He pointed a thumb toward the entrance to the building. “I guess we’d better go in. We don’t want to be late.” They walked quickly across the landing platform, with Major Luvan two paces behind them. When they drew close to the doorway, Soval stepped forward to meet them. Lieutenant Komas was right behind him. “Good afternoon, Ambassador,” Trip called. “I hope we’re not late.” “There is no need to rush, Commander. Vaaris and T’Pau have been delayed. The meeting will begin as soon as they arrive.” T’Pol could tell that something was bothering Soval. She fought down a growing sense of unease as she remembered Kiran’s threats from the previous day. “Is everything all right?” “A complication has arisen regarding the Ti’Mur. I thought I should make you aware of the situation before you went inside.” “Ambassador V’Lar’s all right, isn’t she?” There was no mistaking the concern in Trip’s voice. “Ambassador V’Lar is well,” Soval responded. “As soon as the Romulans were driven off, she was transferred to the Sas-a-shar . Captain Sirek informed us that they will reach Vulcan this evening, well before our other ships.” “That’s great,” Trip said, a bit perplexed, “but I’m kinda surprised Admiral Kiran is letting the Sas-a-shar make the trip alone. I know the Ti’Mur is damaged, but one ship should be able to provide an escort. Does the admiral’s decision have anything to do with the complication you mentioned?” “I am afraid so.” Soval looked knowingly at T’Pol. “The Andorians,” T’Pol murmured and pursed her lips. She found the trace of bitterness in her voice rather unsettling. She’d honestly believed that her contact with Shran had brought about a change in her attitude toward the Andorians, but evidently some of the old animosity still remained. The expression on Trip’s face made it clear that he was more confused than ever. “What do the Andorians have to do with this? I thought your ship was attacked by the Romulans?” Soval straightened his shoulders and took a deep breath. “Last night, following the Romulan attack, Torok and I closely monitored the status of the Ti’Mur. As it turned out, the Andorians had a ship in the general proximity. They answered Captain Vanik’s distress call. It was only through their intervention that the Ti’Mur was able to hold off the Romulans until our ships could arrive.” “So far I don’t see a problem. The Andorians did exactly what we would have done, given the situation.” “Patience, Commander,” Soval admonished. “Allow me to finish.” “Sorry.” Trip glanced sheepishly at T’Pol. “After the Romulans were driven off, we felt sure that the Andorians would leave. However, their captain insisted on accompanying our ships back to Vulcan. Kiran ordered the Sh’Raan and the Tar’hana to remain with the Ti’Mur, not only for protection, but also to keep a watchful eye on the Andorians.” T’Pol took a moment to review the situation. After giving the matter careful consideration, she felt there was only one probable explanation that fit the facts. “The Andorians have been monitoring our activities. They want to be included in the strategic talks.” “That would appear to be the case,” Soval replied. “There can be no other explanation for their fortuitous rescue of the Ti’Mur and their decision to return to Vulcan with our ships.” Trip whistled under his breath. “It’s gonna be hard to say no to the Andorians. Even if they were spyin’ on you, you can’t deny that they were probably the only thing that kept the Romulans from destroying the Ti’Mur and killing Ambassador V’Lar.” Trip paused for a moment. “What does Admiral Kiran think about all this?” “The admiral is not pleased...,” Soval hesitated, “…but so far he has issued no ultimatums.” “Trip!” T’Pol turned her head in time to see Archer striding toward them. As soon as Trip saw the captain, his body tensed and he instantly assumed a more formal stance, back straight, hands clasped firmly behind him. Instead of joy, she could only see uncertainty in her mate’s eyes. Grinning from ear to ear, the captain seemed to be oblivious to the Vulcans standing around them. His eyes were riveted solely on Trip. “I don’t believe it!” Archer exclaimed happily. “I never expected to see you here, Trip. How are you?” “I’m fine, sir,” Trip said. T’Pol saw Archer’s smile begin to fade when he took in Trip’s rigid stance. Evidently Trip saw it, too, because a smile slowly crept over his face. “You know I wouldn’t miss these talks for the world,” he said sincerely. Without a moment’s hesitation, he offered Archer his hand. “It’s really good to see you, Cap’n.” A look of relief washed over Archer’s face, and he grabbed Trip’s hand in both of his. “You really had me worried. Don’t ever scare me like that again.” Trip’s smile only grew wider. Suddenly, Archer seemed to remember that they were not alone. He looked around self-consciously and released Trip’s hand. Clearing his throat, he said, “I apologize for the emotional display, Ambassador, but I was just so happy see Commander Tucker that…” “There is no need to explain, Captain,” Soval stopped him before he could continue. “I understand your concern for the commander’s well-being.” Seemingly reassured, Archer informed the people around him that T’Pau had just arrived. “She’d like to get started as soon as possible.” Soval nodded. “Shall we go in?” Without another word, he turned and left the landing platform with Lieutenant Komas close on his heels. Trip hesitated when he saw Archer turn to T’Pol, but after a reassuring glance from his mate, he followed along behind Soval. “I don’t understand,” Archer said quietly when the others were out of earshot. “Trip seems to be fine. Two days ago…when I saw him…so…” Archer shook his head. “He was so sick…so miserable. I don’t know what that high priest of yours did to help him, but I’m very grateful.” “Commander Tucker’s condition has improved, Captain,” T’Pol cautioned, “but I’m sure you realize that there are no miracle cures. It will take time for him to completely recover from his bout with depression. If it will ease your mind, he has promised to see Doctor Phlox as soon as we return to Enterprise.” Archer lifted his chin toward the rubicund sky and took a deep breath. “This is more than I could have hoped for, T’Pol. Thank you for taking care of Trip. I didn’t want him to go through that alone.” “Once he understood that Torok was only trying to help him, the commander was surprisingly cooperative. I did very little.” “Thank you, nonetheless.” Archer scanned the skyline briefly before returning his attention to T’Pol. “I’d like to meet Torok some day. Do you think he’d see me?” “I believe it might be possible. You must ask Ambassador Soval to approach Torok on your behalf.” T’Pol motioned with her hand. “Shall we join the others?” The two officers quickly made their way to the conference room. Most of the chairs around the large circular table were already filled. Archer led T’Pol over to two empty seats between Admiral Gardner and Nathan Samuels. She quickly glanced around the table and noticed that Trip was seated directly across from her with Soval on his right and Minister Vaaris on his left. She knew that Trip was aware of her presence, but he chose not to meet her eyes. They both knew they had to be cautious. They must not give the others any reason to question the nature of their relationship. T’Pau raised one hand, silencing everyone around the table. “By now you are all aware that the Andorians are trying to gain entry to these talks. The Zibalik is, at present, traveling with our ships. Before they reach Vulcan, we must decide on a course of action. We must avoid an incident, if at all possible.” Admiral Uhlani, a powerfully built man with skin the color of café au lait and piercing brown eyes, stirred in his seat. “Earth is prepared to intercede in this matter if it would make things easier for your people, Minister T’Pau. We understand your reluctance to sit down with the Andorians, but we feel that it wouldn’t be prudent to alienate a potential ally.” “Vulcan has already been forced to accept those people as partners in the Coalition,” Admiral Kiran observed coldly. “We will not allow them to force their way into these meetings. Dealing with humans is difficult enough. Sitting around a table with Andorians would be intolerable.” Minister Sulin folded his gnarled hands on the table in front of him. “The Andorians will never willing ally themselves with us. They want to see all Vulcans brought to their knees.” “Not at the risk of allowing a predatory power like the Romulans to gain a foothold in this quadrant,” Archer countered. “You cannot overlook the fact that the Andorians willingly came to the aid of the Ti’Mur. Perhaps they see the benefit of uniting against a common foe. Don’t forget that the Romulans destroyed the Kumari. I’m sure that didn’t sit well with the Andorians.” “They were spying on us,” Sulin wheezed. “Andorians cannot be trusted. They are only using the attack on the Ti’Mur to try and gain access to classified information.” Kuvak leaned forward stiffly and tapped one finger on the table’s surface. “We are all aware of the old grievances, Minister, but this is a new day. Perhaps it is time for us to consider amending our views.” T’Pol noticed that even though Kuvak held himself erect, his left shoulder drooped slightly and he kept his left arm close to his body. He had obviously been injured by the assassin who had tried to end his life, but he gave no indication that he was in pain. “I freely admit that I do not trust the Andorians,” Kuvak continued, “but we can no longer deny that we now face a far more serious threat. The Romulans attempted to destroy one of our ships. There was no provocation, no warning. In light of this flagrant attack, we must think only of what is best for Vulcan.” “When the Zibalik arrives, let us talk to the Andorians,” Archer said. “Maybe we can find a way to satisfy them without formally involving them in the talks.” “I believe we should accept Captain Archer’s offer.” T’Pau fixed Kiran and Sulin with a stern gaze. “We must not lose sight of why we are here. At the moment, the Andorians are merely an annoyance. It is the Romulans who pose the greatest threat to our autonomy. Do not allow your emotions to cloud your judgment.” Admiral Gardner looked doubtful. “Excuse me, ministers, but do you honestly believe that the Romulans are a significant threat? I know they attacked your ship, but this could just be an isolated incident. One overzealous captain does not mean that a whole empire is ready to go to war.” “One ship made the initial attack,” Kiran observed stiffly. “Then four more ships moved in for the kill. The Romulans hunt like vicious pack animals.” The admiral lifted his chin haughtily. “It should be obvious to even the simplest mind that this was not just the mistake of one demented individual. This was a carefully planned attack.” “Do not forget, Admiral Gardner, that the drone ship attacked indiscriminately,” T’Pau warned. “When the Romulans launch another attack – and they will – the ship in peril could belong to Starfleet.” “I believe that I can speak for my government,” Nathan Samuels said ingratiatingly. “Earth will not allow the Romulans to gain a foothold in this region. Vulcan has our unwavering support.” “Those are brave words, Mr. Samuels,” T’Lan said, “but I doubt that the Romulans will be impressed.” Eyes wide with surprise, Samuels opened his mouth to say more, but she quickly cut him off. Turning her attention to Admiral Kiran, T’Lan said, “Vulcan must be prepared to defend herself. When will our fleet once again be at full strength?” “We are doing everything possible to expedite the reorganization of our fleet,” Kiran replied with a trace of irritation in his voice. “At present, five of our ships are being refitted. They will not be ready to be put into service for at least six months. Our most pressing need, as you well know, is a ready supply of trained personnel. I cannot work miracles, Minister T’Lan.” “We have differences. May we, together, become greater than the sum of both of us,” Trip murmured. “What was that, Commander?” Admiral Gardner asked. Trip jerked his head up and anxiously looked at the faces around the table. He seemed to be surprised that he’d spoken aloud. Self-consciously, he cleared his throat. “I…I just remembered a saying I heard once: ‘We have differences. May we, together, become greater than the sum of both of us.’” Minister Kuvak studied Tucker for a moment. “While your knowledge of Surak’s teachings is commendable, Commander, how does it apply to our current situation?” Trip shifted restlessly in his seat. T’Pol knew that he was unhappy that he’d focused attention on himself. “Well…when Captain Archer first told us about these talks,” Trip explained haltingly, “he mentioned that there was the possibility of joint maneuvers.” He glanced at T’Lan. “The Romulans may not be impressed with humans, ma’am, but they might be unpleasantly surprised if they saw humans and Vulcans presenting a united front. Throw the Andorians into the mix, and I bet that’d really give them pause for thought.” Clearing his throat, Admiral Gardner folded his arms on the table and leaned forward. “Starfleet would welcome the opportunity to participate in joint maneuvers. Given the current instability in the region, I don’t think it’s a bad idea to demonstrate our commitment to work together to provide for our common defense.” “The suggestion has merit.” T’Pau scanned the faces around the table. When no one voiced their disapproval, she turned to Admiral Kiran who sat stony-faced and silent. “What do you think, Admiral?” “I will not work with the Andorians, but I might consider some sort of limited exercise with the humans, as long it is clear that I am in command.” For the first time all day, some color appeared in Sulin’s cheeks. “I do not understand you, Kiran. Why would you agree to this nonsense? By participating in these maneuvers, we will only succeed in placing our weaknesses on public display.” Admiral Uhlani leaned over and exchanged a few whispered words with Admiral Gardner. When they had reached an agreement, Uhlani straightened up and said in a sonorous bass voice, “I understand your concerns, but I think we can make this work. To prove our sincerity, Starfleet is willing to place overall command of this exercise in Vulcan hands.” T’Pol noticed that Archer stirred restlessly, but he made no comment. Kiran nodded in approval. “I must insist on one more concession.” “Yes?” Admiral Uhlani responded guardedly. “I must have an observer on your flagship. Humans are reckless. I will not endanger my ships unless I have someone on board who can serve as a liaison.” Archer glanced at T’Pol. “T’Pol is Vulcan. Why can’t she serve as your observer?” “That is unacceptable. She is a member of Starfleet.” Kiran refused to meet T’Pol’s eyes. “Captain V’Lin is my choice. His first officer can assume temporary command of the Tar’hana for the duration of the exercise.” “You know, having an observer isn’t such a bad idea.” Admiral Gardner rubbed one hand over his chin as he considered his options. “I think Captain Duvall would do well in that capacity. He can turn over command of the Shenandoah to Commander Takahashi.” Kiran glared at Admiral Gardner. “Humans do not belong on Vulcan ships.” Admiral Gardner didn’t seem to be phased by Kiran’s disapproval. “Quid pro quo, Admiral. If you want Captain V’Lin on our flagship, then we expect you to extend a similar courtesy to Captain Duvall.” “That is not an unreasonable request,” Kuvak said. “We are not advocating that you give the human free run of the ship, Admiral. You may restrict him to the bridge,” T’Pau clarified. “This gesture would demonstrate our commitment to improving relations between our peoples.” Kiran pursed his lips. “You insist that I do this?” T’Pau looked unruffled. “I do not insist, but I think it would be wise.” Kiran thought for a moment. “If I am forced to allow a human to set foot on a Vulcan ship, I insist on having someone of my choosing.” “But Captain Duvall is one of our finest…” Admiral Kiran did not allow Admiral Gardner to finish. “I will have Commander Tucker, or I will have no one.” Trip’s head snapped to attention. Clearly stunned, he stared open-mouthed at Kiran. “What are you thinking, Kiran?” Sulin rasped indignantly. His age and ill health had diminished his ability to mask his displeasure. “This human is an engineer.” He pointed a bony finger accusingly at Trip. “The other human…” He struggled for the name. “This…Duvall is at least a captain. Why be content with second best?” Kiran straightened his shoulders and puffed out his chest. “I am under no obligation to explain my decisions to you, Sulin. I know what I am doing.” “I can personally attest to Commander Tucker’s abilities,” Soval stated in a clear, decisive voice. “I was present when he was in command of Enterprise. He has the skills and mental acuity to be a distinguished captain.” T’Lan tilted her head to one side. “I think the commander would be an excellent choice.” Admiral Gardner shot a quick look at Uhlani. “I have no problem with Commander Tucker representing Starfleet. Do you, Admiral?” Uhlani took a moment to size up Tucker and then shook his head. T’Pol could tell by the confused look on Trip’s face that he was still trying to make sense of what had just occurred. In fact, he was so deep in thought that she seriously doubted that he was even aware that others around the table were moving the conversation in a new direction. “If we agree to these joint maneuvers, what can we expect from Starfleet?” Vaaris asked. “The Intrepid and Invincible recently completed major refits at Jupiter Station,” Admiral Uhlani replied. “The Saratoga will be leaving dry dock next week.” He leaned over and exchanged a few words with Admiral Gardner. “We can have Columbia back here in three weeks. All told, we should be able to put up twenty-one ships without compromising our security.” Uhlani locked eyes with Kiran. “What about the Vulcan fleet, Admiral?” Before Kiran could respond, the door opened and Major Luvan entered. He located Vaaris and used a few quick hand signals to relay a message. Without explanation, Vaaris rose, walked around the table and followed Luvan out of the door. “There is a matter which must be attended to immediately,” T’Pau said as she watched the door close behind Vaaris. “Let us adjourn for today so that we can give careful consideration to everything that has been said here. We will reconvene tomorrow morning.” When T’Pau stood up, all of the humans respectfully got to their feet except Archer, who sat unmoving, eyes locked on Trip. As soon as T’Pau was out of the room, Admiral Gardner resumed his seat and leaned toward Archer. “Is there a problem, Captain?” When he received no response, he nudged Archer’s forearm. Archer started. “I’m sorry, sir. Did you say something?” “I asked if there was a problem.” Gardner glanced questioningly in Tucker’s direction. “No, sir. I just need to say a few words to Commander Tucker. Excuse me.” Oblivious to the look of concern on Gardner’s face, Archer got to his feet and motioned for Trip to join him outside. Reluctantly, Trip said a few parting words to Soval and headed for the door. Before Trip could leave, Admiral Gardner stopped him. “You seem to have made a favorable impression on Admiral Kiran, Commander. That’s quite an accomplishment.” Trip swallowed hard, but managed to keep his face perfectly blank. “I’m just as surprised as you are, sir.” “A lot will be riding on your shoulders, Mr. Tucker. One wrong move and this alliance could collapse like a house of cards.” “I’m aware of that, sir.” Trip stood a little straighter, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. “I’ll understand if you’d prefer someone else. I know I don’t have any formal training in diplomacy. You still might be able to persuade Admiral Kiran to accept someone else.” “That won’t be necessary.” Admiral Uhlani got to his feet and clapped Trip firmly on the back. “I’d say you’ve just become a diplomat whether you like it or not, Mr. Tucker. Don’t let us down.” “I won’t, sir.” When Trip had said his good-byes to the admirals, he glanced nervously at T’Pol and left the room. T’Pol started to follow him, but before she could reach to door, she was intercepted by T’Lan. “I was relieved to hear that Commander Tucker was not injured last night,” T’Lan said in her breathy, high-pitched voice. “He was very fortunate.” T’Pol regarded the minister warily. “He could easily have been killed.” “Apparently Mr. Tucker is destined to have a greater influence on relations between our two peoples than anyone could have imagined. Even if he is restricted to the bridge, he will be granted unprecedented access to our technology.” When T’Pol failed to respond, T’Lan added, “Perhaps if things go well, Kiran would consider posting him to a Vulcan ship permanently. What better way could there be to prove that Earth and Vulcan stand together.” T’Pol was momentarily stunned by T’Lan’s suggestion. She could accept Trip’s absence if he was called upon to be an observer, but a permanent posting…no, that was unacceptable. She knew she should remain silent, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. Lowering her voice, T’Pol asked bitterly, “Is this the only way you could find to keep us apart?” “Knowing Kiran, I would imagine that keeping the two of you apart has never occurred to him.” T’Lan seemed to be unaware of T’Pol’s discomfort. “As usual, I would imagine that he was focused solely on his own personal likes and dislikes. Evidently, he is now able to tolerate Commander Tucker – at least for brief periods of time in a controlled situation. But you cannot deny that an enforced separation might be the best thing for both of you.” Apparently sensing that T’Pol was not convinced, T’Lan decided to take a different approach. “This is a tremendous opportunity for Commander Tucker. You would not want to hold him back.” “I take great pride in Mr. Tucker’s accomplishments, as do Captain Archer and the other members of the crew. I would never attempt to hold him back. He knows what he wants from life and from his career.” T’Lan studied T’Pol carefully. Lowering her voice, she said, “So far I must congratulate the two of you on you discretion. It is unfortunate that we must hold you to your vow of silence.” T’Lan tilted her head to one side. “Your situation is rather paradoxical, don’t you think? The only way our two species can come together is for the two of you to remain apart.” “Perhaps in time…” T’Pol stopped herself before she went any further. It was pointless to speculate. This woman was not interested in her needs or Commander Tucker’s. “Perhaps,” T’Lan said with little conviction in her voice. “Live long and prosper, Commander.” Feeling a great sense of relief, T’Pol watched Minister T’Lan leave. After taking a moment to compose herself, T’Pol went looking for Trip. She had seen the frown on Archer’s face. If there was going to be trouble, she wanted to be close by. T’Pol walked out into the light, airy central hall and took a quick look around. A number of people were standing around conversing in small groups, but Archer wasn’t among them. She slowly began to make her way across the hall, searching as she went. Finally, her eyes traveled to an alcove off to one side where she spotted Captain Archer in conversation with Mr. Samuels. After taking a second look, T’Pol realized that that was inaccurate. Samuels was, in fact, doing all the talking. Archer was clearly impatient to move on, but either Samuels didn’t notice or he simply didn’t care. After four minutes passed and Samuels showed no signs of slowing down, Archer had had enough. Brusquely interrupting Samuels’ monologue, he said a terse good-bye and, turning on his heel, stalked away. Keeping her distance, T’Pol followed the captain across the hall. When she caught a glimpse of Major Luvan near the exit to the landing platform, she knew that her mate had to be close by. She knew Luvan would not let Trip out of his sight. When Archer headed out onto the platform, T’Pol realized at once that she could not follow him. While she weighed her options, she slowly walked toward Luvan. Without saying a word, he gave a quick flick of his wrist, motioning her to take up a position behind him. T’Pol complied without hesitation, realizing that the major’s body would screen her. From her new position, she could clearly make out the tense set of Trip’s features as Archer approached him. Evidently the talk with Samuels hadn't improved the captain’s disposition because he immediately tore into Trip. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing? Why didn’t you say no to Admiral Kiran?” Luvan’s body tensed, instantly alert to a potential threat. His hand moved instinctively toward his weapon, but he took no action, choosing instead to wait and watch. Head down, Trip murmured, “Captain, I…” “You have no business going into such a high stress situation.” Archer leaned forward, invading Trip’s personal space. It was obvious that he was trying to keep his voice down, but he made no effort to hide his disapproval. “If you lose control, you could destroy in a minute what we’ve spent decades trying to accomplish. The Vulcans aren’t going to cut us any slack because you’re having a nervous breakdown.” T’Pol saw the color drain from Trip’s face. He stood stock still, unfocused eyes staring down at the platform. She knew instantly that the captain’s words had had a devastating impact. Here was tangible proof that Trip’s fears had been justified. His illness could irreparably damage his career. Realizing immediately that he’d made a mistake, Archer turned away from Trip and, slamming one fist against the hull of Shuttlepod One in passing, walked over to the edge of the landing platform. Hands on hips, he lifted his head and appeared to study the passing clouds. For several minutes, neither man stirred. Finally, Archer took a deep breath and, turning back the way he came, slowly walked over to Tucker. “Trip?” Archer grasped Trip’s shoulders and bent over slightly, trying to catch Tucker’s eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be hurt you, but please try and see the position you’ve put me in here. So much is riding on these joint maneuvers. We can’t take a chance on anything going wrong.” “I’m not crazy,” Trip said quietly. He pressed his lips together and looked away. “I never said you were.” “But you don’t trust me.” “How can I? Two days ago I found you huddled in a corner with tears streaming down your face.” Trip looked searchingly at Archer. “Have I ever let you down when it really counted?” Archer let go of Trip’s shoulders. His silence and his stern visage spoke louder than mere words. The muscles in Trip’s jaw worked furiously. When T’Pol felt his growing anxiety, she tried to send calming thoughts his way, but she doubted that it would do much good. “Look,” Trip said as he tried to find a way to reason with Archer, “I know that I made some bad decisions and allowed things to get out of hand. It won’t happen again. I understand what caused my problems, and I’m working hard to put things right.” “I’m glad to hear that, Trip, but…” Trip squared his shoulders and lifted his chin. “I’m not gonna lie to you and say that I’m one hundred percent, because I’m not…but I am getting better. I have things under control again. Torok and T’Pol have offered to help me, if I need someone to talk to. And I promise to see Phlox when I get back to Enterprise. There isn’t much more I can say. The decision is yours, Captain. If you want me to tell the Vulcans that they need to find someone else, I’ll do it.” Archer studied Trip’s face, apparently searching for any trace of weakness or instability. “Are you sure you’re all right? Are you sure you can handle this?” “Yes, sir,” Trip answered resolutely. “After my stay at the Sanctuary, I think I have a pretty good idea of what to expect on a Vulcan ship. I know it won’t be an easy assignment, but I’m not gonna let Admiral Kiran intimidate me.” “Now I really am worried about you,” Archer said as a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “The admiral scares the living crap out of me.” Trip couldn’t help but grin. “He really is a piece of work, isn’t he?” Archer’s smile faded. “So, you know the admiral?” Trip dropped his head again and studied the surface of the platform as he scraped one foot back and forth. “We’ve met.” “When?” “Yesterday. He visited the Sanctuary.” “And the two of you just happened to meet.” “Yeah.” Trip lifted his head and met Archer’s eyes. “It wasn’t particularly pleasant. He made it pretty plain that he doesn’t like humans.” “But today he singled you out.” Trip shrugged. “I can’t begin to guess how his mind works. Yesterday, he treated me like something you’d scrape off the bottom of your shoe. The only thing I can figure is that he picked me because we’d met. He didn’t know Captain Duvall.” Archer nodded, but he didn’t look as though he was completely convinced. “A lot has changed in the past couple of days, Cap’n,” Trip said. He folded his arms and took a moment to study the view from the landing platform before continuing. “When we get back to Enterprise, I want to sit down with you and Phlox. Something happened when I was a kid and…well…” “Go on,” Archer said softly when Trip hesitated. “Let’s just say I’m not running away anymore. I know I have to face things head-on and deal with them. I’m just askin’ you to trust me. I won’t let you down.” Archer sighed and wrinkled his brow. “You’ve pulled us out of a lot of tight scrapes in the past. I’ve trusted you with Enterprise. I’ve trusted you with my life. I guess I have no choice but to trust you now.” The captain still looked a little uneasy. “Just don’t make this the first time you screw up. Okay?” “Aye, sir.” T’Pol could still see traces of anxiety behind Trip’s smile. Archer turned to go, but stopped when he saw Major Luvan. “T’Pol told me that someone tried to kill you last night.” He turned back to face Trip. “Is that true?” “Yeah, but fortunately the guy wasn’t very good at his job.” “Are you all right?” T’Pol could hear the concern in Archer’s voice. Trip took a few steps to his left and leaned against the hull of Shuttlepod One. “Yeah. Just a couple of bruised ribs.” “Why did he attack you?” “I don’t know.” Tense and uneasy, Trip rubbed one hand over the back of his neck. “Evidently he died before he could answer any questions.” “Do you think it was because you were somewhere you shouldn’t be?” Archer’s frown deepened. “Was it because you’re a human?” “I don’t think so. He called me a human, but…no…that wouldn’t make any sense. I just don’t know, Cap’n. Everything happened so fast.” Archer motioned with his head in Luvan’s direction. “Is that the bodyguard? T’Pol said the Vulcans were going to provide you with some protection.” Trip glanced over at the tall, lean Vulcan. “Yep. That’s Major Luvan.” “I could send a MACO down if you’d be more comfortable with a human bodyguard.” “No, thanks.” Trip motioned toward the city below them. “If it wasn’t for Luvan you’d be plannin’ my funeral now instead of enjoyin’ the view.” Archer pressed his lips together and shook his head. “I just can’t imagine who would want to kill you. Did you get a look at the man?” When Trip hesitated, T’Pol held her breath. She knew that he wanted to be honest with the captain. Finally, Trip replied tightly, “The bastard attacked me from behind. I didn’t get a good look at him. Sorry.” Archer walked over and gave Trip’s shoulder one final pat. “I’m glad you’re all right, Trip. I’m not ready to break in a new chief engineer just yet.” Trip smiled weakly. “Thanks, Cap’n.” “Well, I guess I’d better get back inside. Admiral Gardner will probably be looking for me.” Without waiting for Trip to respond, Archer walked across the landing platform and reentered the building. Before the captain reached the doorway, T’Pol moved over to a nearby chair and took a seat. Archer passed by without noticing her. That was just as well. She didn’t want the captain to know that she’d overheard their conversation. As soon as Archer had moved well past her, T’Pol rose from the chair and walked out onto the landing platform, acknowledging Luvan as she passed by him. Trip was still leaning against the shuttlepod with his arms folded and head bowed. He didn’t look up when she walked over to him. “You heard?” “Yes,” she answered quietly. “I wanted to tell him the truth, T’Pol.” “I know. You did what had to be done.” Trip finally looked up and met her eyes. “Yeah, but I don’t feel too good about myself right now. I’m not sure the captain would ever forgive me if he knew I was keepin’ secrets from him.” T’Pol wanted to comfort her mate, but they were in a public place. They couldn’t risk being seen in a compromising position. The best she could do was offer solace through their bond and words of support. “Under the circumstances, there was nothing else you could have done. I believe you proved to Captain Archer that you are ready to return to duty.” T’Pol saw movement out of the corner of her eye and turned in time to see Lieutenant Komas exchange a few words with Major Luvan. As soon as Komas turned to go, Luvan headed in their direction. He moved with the confidence and precision of a professional soldier. “Ambassador Soval asks that you remain here,” Luvan said when he reached the two commanders. “The rest of your delegation will be arriving momentarily. Rooms have been prepared for you at the United Earth Embassy.” Trip tilted his head and stuck his tongue firmly in his cheek. “After studying the major for a moment he said, “I suppose you’re comin’ with us.” “Of course.” Luvan’s features remained scrupulously blank. “Are you plannin’ on bein’ my roommate tonight, Major?” Trip looked longingly at T’Pol out of the corner of his eye. “I could take up a position outside your door, if you would find that more convenient,” Luvan replied. Sighing, Trip ran his fingers through his hair. “That won’t be necessary. I’d never deny a man a decent night’s sleep.” Luvan’s right eyebrow shot up. “I do not intend to sleep, Commander.” “Right.” Trip slowly pushed away from the shuttlepod and stood up straight. “I’ll appreciate the company.” “If you will excuse me, I have a few last minute details to attend to.” With a nod, Luvan walked off, leaving Trip and T’Pol alone. “I’m sorry, Trip,” T’Pol murmured. “I know this isn’t the way you wanted to spend our first night together.” Trip looked at her and smiled. “It can’t be helped. Luvan seems like a nice enough guy.” “Do you have any idea why Kiran singled you out?” Trip shook his head. “Absolutely none. As far as I know, he still hates my guts. Maybe he figures that once I’m on the Vulcan ship, he can set me up.” When Trip saw the uncertain look on her face, he clarified, “You know, create an incident. Put me in a situation where I come off lookin’ like I’m incompetent or uncooperative.” “You must not give him cause to find fault with you.” Trip held up one hand, palm forward. “I promise to be on my best behavior.” “I know.” T’Pol heard the faint buzz of conversation and turned toward the entrance to the government building. In doing so she brushed her upper arm against his. The contact appeared innocent enough, but it sent a satisfying spark coursing through both of their bodies. T’Pol carefully schooled her features and said, “The others are coming.” Trip followed her eyes. They watched as Admiral Gardner strode onto the landing platform with Admiral Uhlani, Captain Archer and Mr. Samuels close behind him. T’Pol saw Archer motion toward the two commanders. Mr. Samuels hesitated and then exchanged a few more words with Archer. Finally, with obvious reluctance, Samuels peeled away from the others and headed in the direction of Shuttlepod One. “There’s one more thing, T’Pol,” Trip murmured. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. “I think you’d better start teachin’ me Vulcan.” This time she turned her head and, looking him straight in the eye, raised one eyebrow questioningly. It was a logical request, but one she had not expected. “Just a few key phrases,” Trip continued wryly. “I was thinkin’ of something along the lines of ‘it’s not my fault’ or ‘you must have misunderstood’…that sort of thing.” Trip looked at her and grinned. Looking straight ahead again, T’Pol squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. “I think that is an excellent idea. I will obtain a copy of the program Vulcan children use when they first begin to read. We can begin your lessons tomorrow morning.” She took secret pleasure when she sensed the wild swing in her husband’s emotions from outrage to quiet amusement. By the time Samuels reached the shuttlepod, Luvan had moved forward to join them. He raised the hatch and, with a sullen nod of recognition, Samuels entered. Taking a deep breath, Trip motioned for T’Pol to precede him. Thankful for Trip’s inherent good manners, she entered the shuttlepod and slid into the pilot’s seat. She did not want to have to deal with Samuels. When everyone was aboard, Luvan secured the hatch and took a seat next to Trip. T’Pol could sense her mate’s dissatisfaction. She knew that he didn’t have a very high opinion of Samuels. Fortunately, rationalization was not strictly confined to the human species. She saw this as the perfect opportunity for Trip to begin practicing his diplomatic skills. * * * * * * T’Pol’s eyes flew open. Looking around her darkened room at the United Earth Embassy, she took a moment to try and determine what had awakened her. Hearing nothing out of the ordinary, she stretched languorously and reached for her husband, only to discover that she was alone. Just as she was about to call out to Trip, she remembered that he was safely ensconced in a room on the floor above her. Rolling over, she placed her hand on the spot where Trip by rights should be lying and tried to return to the dream-like state which had enabled her to be with him. Suddenly, she heard a gentle buzzing sound. She immediately rolled over and activated the room’s comm system. “This is Commander T’Pol.” “There is a Lieutenant Komas down at the reception desk, Commander,” a deep male voice replied. “He would like to speak with you privately.” T’Pol looked at the clock on her bedside table. It was 0230. “Tell the lieutenant I will meet him in the waiting room as soon as I am dressed.” Throwing back the covers, she rose and started to unbutton her light blue pajama top. Seven minutes later, T’Pol walked along the green marble floor of the embassy’s central corridor. As she approached the reception desk, she nodded to the burly Starfleet security officer on duty. He immediately returned her nod and pointed to the waiting room on her left. Even though certain parts of the embassy were still under construction, the large, richly appointed waiting room had been repaired and refurnished since the explosion over a year ago. In the center of the room, the seal of United Earth was woven into the deep blue carpet. Incongruously, a large, fully functional fireplace with an ornate mantel dominated the wall to the left. To the right, three matching couches, upholstered in rich gold damask, lined the wall. Arm chairs upholstered in pale gold silk striped with three shades of blue were scattered around the room. The chairs, paired with small marble-topped tables, were arranged to form conversation areas. Komas, dressed as before in the grey uniform of the Security Ministry, was standing across the room, staring out of a large window of one-way glass which took up most of the far wall. The lieutenant turned towards her as soon as he heard her enter the room. As expected, the young officer’s thin face and expressionless eyes told her nothing about the purpose of his visit. Moving forward, Komas met her near the center of the room. He took a quick look around to ensure that they would not be overheard. “I am here at the request of Ambassador Soval. He assumed a rigid stance with his shoulders squared and his hands clasped firmly behind his back. “He would like to meet with you and Commander Tucker.” T’Pol raised an eyebrow inquiringly. “The ambassador does not usually conduct business in the early morning hours,” she replied warily. “Why does he want to see us?” “Ambassador Soval did not confide in me. I have been entrusted with the location of the meeting and nothing more.” It was all too obvious that Komas thought that T’Pol should respond immediately. When she did not, his eyes narrowed slightly. “Will you awaken Commander Tucker or would you prefer that I perform that task?” T’Pol studied the dark brown eyes for any trace of duplicity. She knew that Soval trusted the young man, but in these difficult times, it paid to be careful. “Did the ambassador send a personal message for me?” Komas patted the side of his grey uniform tunic before reaching into his pocket and producing a small disk which he handed to T’Pol. Cradling the disk in both hands, T’Pol moved away from Komas. The disk was only three inches in diameter and quarter of an inch deep, but she knew that the information it contained would help to relieve her mind. She pressed both of her thumbs against the top of the disk. Her thumbprints registered immediately and the top spiraled open. Soval’s image appeared and he began to speak. “T’Pol, it is imperative that I see you and Commander Tucker at once. The Security Ministry has uncovered evidence which clearly shows that Vulcan is in grave danger. Time is running short. Trust Komas. I have known his family for many years. He will not betray us.” With Soval’s final word, the lid spiraled shut again. Deep in thought, T’Pol held the disk for a moment longer before retracing her steps and placing the disk in Komas’ outstretched hand. “Will you wake Commander Tucker or shall I?” Komas asked again. “I will see to it,” T’Pol murmured. She could see a barely perceptible look of relief flit across the young man’s face. “Please wait here.” T’Pol wasted no time in returning to Trip’s room. She knocked softly on the door. She had only a moment to check up and down the hall to be sure that she was alone before the door slid open. Luvan quickly motioned her inside. The room was dark except for a nightlight visible through the open door to the bathroom. “What is it?” he asked as the door slid shut behind her. “We must leave immediately.” “Will we be coming back here?” Luvan asked quietly as he holstered his side arm. T’Pol pressed her lips together before answering. “I do not know.” She walked over to the bed where Trip was sleeping. Looking down at her husband, she regretted having to wake him, but it couldn’t be helped. She turned on the small metal lamp which sat on the nightstand. When that had no effect, she took hold of Trip’s shoulder and shook him gently. Trip woke with a start. When he saw T’Pol standing over him, he closed his eyes and allowed his head to fall back on his pillow. “What time is it?” he mumbled. “It is 0250. You must get up and dress.” Trip squinted at her. “What’s wrong? Has something happened?” “Ambassador Soval wants to see us.” “Now?” Trip groaned. “It’s the middle of the night. What is it with you Vulcans? Couldn’t this wait ‘til morning?” “Evidently not.” T’Pol pulled the covers back, revealing Trip in his blue t-shirt and briefs. “Soval indicated that there was some urgency.” Trip slowly sat up and scrubbed a hand over his eyes. “Okay, okay. Keep your britches on.” Pointing to the closet door, he muttered, “Hand me my uniform.” Ten minutes later they were in a Vulcan shuttle, heading out of the city. At first, T’Pol tried to keep track of where they were going, but there was little moonlight, and Komas appeared to be intentionally altering course to keep the location of their destination a secret. Finally, when Trip took a deep breath and stretched, T’Pol gave up and turned her attention to her mate. “Do you know where we’re headed,” Trip asked. “No,” T’Pol replied. “Ambassador Soval did not provide me with any details. He only requested that we come as soon as possible.” “Great. I think the Ambassador and I need to have a little chat. I could really do without all this cloak-and-dagger nonsense.” T’Pol understood why he was grumpy, but these negative feelings would serve no useful purpose. It would be best to change the subject. “Did you find time to meditate last evening?” Trip glanced guiltily over at the major. “Not really. I was feelin’ sort of…um…” “Frustrated?” Trip nodded his head once and refused to meet T’Pol’s eyes. “I needed something to keep my mind occupied.” “That is one of the purposes of meditation,” T’Pol explained quietly. “It allows you to put everyday concerns aside for a brief time and focus your attention on restoring your mind and body.” Looking down at the deck, Trip rested his forearms on his thighs. “I’m not sure that would’ve worked last night,” he mumbled. T’Pol noticed that her husband’s face was slightly redder that it had been a moment ago. Evidently, he was not completely comfortable with their topic of conversation. “The commander found a deck of playing cards in a drawer,” Luvan finally revealed. “He taught me how to play a game called gin rummy and then…” Trip looked up and shook his head frantically in a futile attempt to stop the major from continuing. “…we discussed the merits of some of the women we have known over the years.” One of Luvan’s eyebrows crept up slightly. “The commander has led a most interesting life.” Trip squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. When he opened them again and looked over at the major, Luvan’s chiseled features were as impassive as ever. Shifting restlessly, Trip turned to face his mate. “We just played cards for awhile,” he pleaded quietly. “That’s all.” T’Pol took some satisfaction from his slightly anxious tone of voice. “When I got sleepy, I went to bed.” Although she would never admit it, T’Pol had experienced jealousy in the past and found it to be both unpleasant and unproductive. She would not stoop to that again. Besides, it was obvious from the abashed look on Trip’s face that he knew he had made a serious error. That would have to do for the time being. This was neither the time nor the place to question him further about his indiscretions. She would wait until they were alone. “Commander Tucker is free to discuss any subject he desires,” T’Pol said frostily. “As a fellow Starfleet officer, I can only take him to task when his words endanger our mission, our ship, or the crew. Unfortunately, I cannot discipline him for poor taste.” T’Pol tried to keep any hint of emotion out of her voice, but she wasn’t sure that she had been completely successful. Trip looked at her uncertainly at first, but then slowly his features became more resolute. “Sometimes men just need to talk, Commander.” His voice was quiet but firm. “Nothing inappropriate was said. No confidences were breached. Nothing that happened need concern you.” T’Pol was saved from having to respond to Trip’s remarks when Komas said, “We have arrived at our destination.” Within moments they were on the ground. Komas opened the hatch and then stepped back, allowing Luvan to exit and check the surrounding area. When the all clear was given, T’Pol stepped out of the shuttle. She took a quick look around, but in the dark nothing looked familiar. Shivering slightly against the chill in the air, she could make out a few rolling hills and little else. They were obviously far away from any settled areas. Komas led them toward a low-lying hill off to the right. They had only gone about ten feet when Komas’ passage activated a beam which quickly scanned his body. When the scan was finished, a door, all but invisible in the surrounding sand and rock, slid open to reveal a room populated by four heavily armed guards. Komas identified himself and the air rippled slightly as a force field was deactivated. One of the guards carefully studied the padd Komas handed him before motioning to a second guard who had taken up a position across the room. Turning, the second guard entered a code on a panel on the far wall. When he leaned forward, allowing a beam to scan his eyes, another door slid opening revealing a turbolift not unlike the one on Enterprise. Luvan quickly ushered Trip and T’Pol forward. When they were all aboard, Komas said, “Vok veh,” and the turbolift began to a quick descent deep into the ground. Upon reaching level one, the turbolift doors opened onto a stark off-white corridor. Five members of the Security Ministry stood guard at evenly spaced intervals along the corridor. Their unadorned grey uniforms did little to relieve the unrelenting monotony. “Follow me,” Komas said and started down the hall. Trip and T’Pol fell in behind him. “What is this place?” T’Pol asked quietly. She immediately took note of the faint antiseptic smell in the air. When Komas did not answer, Luvan replied in a subdued voice, “The High Command had this facility built in case an emergency forced the government to take shelter in a secure facility. Its location is known to only a few carefully selected people.” T’Pol could feel Trip’s uneasiness. She knew that he wanted to question Luvan further, but he remained silent. They passed an intersecting corridor and continued on until they reached a dead end. As soon as they turned right down a look-alike corridor, T’Pol became aware of an unpleasant odor. She glanced at Trip, but, he gave no indication that he smelled anything out of the ordinary. On their right, a large window set into the wall allowed them to look into a well-equipped laboratory in which several Vulcan technicians worked, oblivious to their presence. As they neared an open doorway on the other side of the corridor, Trip glanced nervously at T’Pol, and she knew that he, too, had become aware of the stench. Komas walked passed the open doorway, but as soon as Trip saw what was inside, he came to an abrupt halt. In and of itself, the large room was unremarkable. Banks of coolers lined the back wall. There were two sturdy metal sinks connected by a row of cabinets on the walls to the left and to the right, and six metal tables were lined up side by side across the center of the room. The room was unoccupied except for a badly charred body on each of the two middle tables. It was all too apparent that autopsies had recently been performed because the chest cavities were still lying open. T’Pol fought to maintain her composure. She knew that, like her, Trip was repulsed and sickened by the sight before them. “Is this why we were brought here?” Trip choked out. “To see this?” There was a spark of anger in his eyes as he looked at Luvan. Komas had stopped and turned back towards them, but before he could answer Trip, someone else spoke. “This is only part of the reason you were summoned, Commander Tucker.” T’Pol looked past Luvan and saw T’Pau walking towards them. Vaaris and Soval followed close behind her. Trip whipped around and pointed angrily toward the bodies in the morgue. “If you hauled us out of bed in the middle of the night to look at these two dead bodies, it was a waste of everybody’s time. We don’t know anything about this.” T’Pau calmly motioned down the hallway. “Join us, Commanders. All will be explained.” Trip took one last look at the bodies in the morgue and then, with T’Pol matching him step for step, followed T’Pau down the corridor. When they reached the end of the hall, Komas opened a door and stood back as T’Pau entered what appeared to be a small library. Monitors lined a counter along the wall to the left. On the other three walls, books, padds and other reading materials sat in neat rows on metal shelves. Two round, utilitarian metal tables sat in the center of the room. Around each table were three metal chairs with straight backs and thin blue upholstered cushions on the seats. Several matching arm chairs with blue upholstered seats and backs were scattered in random fashion around the library. Komas and Luvan entered the room, but stationed themselves on either side of the door. The other Vulcans immediately took seats at one of the two small tables. Moving to the far table, Trip grabbed the straight chair next to T’Pol and turned it around so that he could sit with his arms resting on the back. As soon as everyone was settled, Trip asked, “So, are you gonna tell us why we’re here?” T’Pau folded her hands primly on the table. “What we are about to tell you, Commander Tucker…Commander T’Pol, must be kept in strictest confidence. Ambassador Soval assures me that you can be trusted.” T’Pau’s eye slid quickly to Soval who occupied the seat next to T’Pol. “I hope he is correct.” “T’Pol and I know how to keep our mouths shut,” Trip responded testily. He fixed his eyes firmly on T’Pau. “Besides, you wouldn’t have hauled us all the way out here to this godforsaken hole in the ground if you hadn’t already decided to trust us. So let’s get on with it.” “As you wish, Commander.” T’Pau appeared to take no offense at Trip’s blunt response. In fact, she seemed to appreciate his no-nonsense approach. “The two bodies have been identified as belonging to Administrator V’Las and Major Talok.” Startled, T’Pol fought to keep her emotionless mask in place. “Are you sure there has been no mistake?” She hadn’t known Major Talok well, but he had at one time been a colleague. This was not the sort of death she would wish for anyone. “We have performed all of the required tests,” T’Pau replied. “The results are conclusive.” Trip chewed on his lip as he carefully considered T’Pau’s revelation. “Was it an accident or were they murdered?” “They died trying to evade capture, Commander. Their deaths can in no way be seen as murder.” Trip’s face clearly showed his confusion. “I don’t understand.” “After he was removed from power, V’Las went into hiding. Despite their best efforts, the Ministry of Security was unable to locate him until yesterday. He only showed himself because he thought the assassination attempts had succeeded. It was his intention to seize the government and, with Major Talok’s assistance, pave the way for a Romulan invasion.” “Is that why the meeting was cut short yesterday?” T’Pol asked. “Yes. We were waiting for the autopsy results. Their identities had to be verified before we could move forward. It is regrettable that the shuttle was shot down when they tried to make their escape. We would have preferred to take them both alive for questioning.” T’Pau lifted her chin. She instantly took on the intense look of a warrior. “You see, our tests revealed that Major Talok was Romulan. He could have undoubtedly told us a great deal…with the proper persuasion.” Trip shook his head as if he was trying to clear away the cobwebs. T’Pol understood his incredulity. It was a lot to take in. “How did you find out about V’Las?” Trip asked in a bewildered tone of voice. As though by some predetermined signal, the narrative passed smoothly from T’Pau to Minister Vaaris. Only slightly taller than T’Pol, with a thin build and delicate features, Vaaris was not an imposing figure; however, as soon as he spoke, that perception changed. With his rich voice and authoritative presence, Vaaris was instantly transformed into a person who commanded attention. “We were alerted to the potential threat by Admiral Kiran.” “Kiran?” Stunned, Trip looked at T’Pol. “Months ago, V’Las approached Kiran in secret. He asked the admiral to help him regain control of our government. He knew that Kiran was dissatisfied with the Coalition and our commitment to work more closely with the humans.” Vaaris folded his hands on the table. He evidently perceived that Trip was skeptical about the administrator’s abilities because he added, “You did not see V’Las at his best, Commander Tucker. He could be very persuasive.” “So what changed the admiral’s mind?” Trip asked, tilting his head as he tried to make sense of things. “Apparently, you did, Commander.” Vaaris raised one eyebrow clearly showing that he was as surprised by this as Trip was. “You planted the seeds of doubt in the admiral’s mind. Not long after you spoke with him, Kiran was once again contacted by V’Las. He tried to convince the admiral that the government was controlled by Syrannite terrorists and, therefore, must be overthrown. But this time Kiran wasn’t fooled. He pretended to go along with V’Las and then came straight to me. We purposely spread the word that the assassination attempts had succeeded. When V’Las showed himself the next day, we were ready.” Trip bowed his head and studied the tabletop in front of him. “I guess I owe the admiral an apology,” he said quietly. “I misjudged him.” “Kiran may have his faults,” Soval said, “but he is unfailingly loyal to Vulcan. Thanks to you, Mr. Tucker, he was finally able to see V’Las for the traitor he was and acted accordingly.” “Apparently, we have been teetering on the brink and did not know it,” T’Pol observed in a carefully controlled voice. “Precisely,” Soval replied solemnly. Restlessly kneading one hand with the other, Trip got to his feet and walked to the far end of the room. “With all due respect, ma’am,” he said, turning to face T’Pau, “I’m still not sure why I’m here. Did you want me to pass this information along to Captain Archer and rest of our delegation?” “Bear with us for a little longer, Commander.” T’Pau signaled for Vaaris to continue. “We were fortunate.” Vaaris leaned back in his chair and, reaching into his robe, produced several damaged data disks. “When the shuttle was shot down, we were concerned that everything had been destroyed, but…” “Those belonged to V’Las?” Trip took a few steps forward to get a better look. “I believe so,” Vaaris replied. “They were hidden in the shuttle. I knew Major Talok. He was not a careless man. He would have made sure that such sensitive information was destroyed before he tried to leave Vulcan.” “I take it that you were able to recover some of the information on the data disks.” T’Pol observed. “Yes.” T’Pau reached over and took one of the disks from Vaaris. “The information on this disk was largely intact. It contains a timetable for the conquest of Vulcan. Their plan was to be set in motion by the assassinations and V’Las’ subsequent seizure of the government. Our actions over the past few days may force the Romulans to reconsider portions of their plan, but they will not be deterred for long.” This threat to her home world shook T’Pol far more than she cared to admit. With her attention focused on the data disk, it took a few moments for her to realize that Trip had closed the distance between them and now stood quietly behind her chair. He made no effort to touch her, but sensing her distress, he was there to offer his support if she needed it. Vaaris held up two more data disks. “These disks were badly damaged, but from the information we were able to recover, we know that the Romulans will soon renew their efforts to destabilize this sector of space. They believe that the time is right to expand their empire.” Vaaris looked pointedly at Trip. “They do not intend to stop at Vulcan, Commander Tucker. Earth is also in danger.” “Why don’t you just tell everybody about this at the meeting later today?” Trip took a firm grip on the back of T’Pol’s chair. “It doesn’t make much sense for me to pass this along second hand.” Shifting in his chair, Soval looked up at Trip. “We do not intend for the other humans to learn of V’Las’ fate or the manner in which this information came into our possession.” “But that’s crazy,” Trip exclaimed. “Admiral Gardner and the others need to know about this.” “No.” T’Pau brought one palm firmly down on the table. “Sit down, Commander, and listen carefully.” Seeing nothing but stern, emotionless faces, Trip slid back into his chair. “Think how Starfleet might view this situation,” T’Pau said. “V’Las was the Administrator of our government. Major Talok was a trusted member of the Security Ministry. One of the assassins was identified as a minor official who had been posted to our embassy on Earth for the past nineteen years. We know that other Romulans or Romulan sympathizers have infiltrated our government, but we do not, as yet, know who they are. Speth was trying to identify these infiltrators when he was killed. Do you honestly believe that we would have Earth’s unqualified support if we revealed that the Romulans had infiltrated our government to this extent? How could we ever convince Admiral Gardner and the others that we were trustworthy?” T’Pol could feel Trip’s inner struggle. She knew he was desperately trying to find a way to protect Vulcan without concealing information from his own people. Unfortunately, she knew there was no easy way out. He would soon be forced to accept that he had to keep their secrets – momentous secrets that could mean life or death for millions on both of their worlds. Soval looked her way and she glared at him. He should have prevented this. He knew that Trip had been unwell, yet he allowed the others to place her mate in this impossible position. Discreetly glancing at Trip, T’Pol fought to conceal her concern for his welfare. Her people were asking Trip to trust them even though they freely admitted that they themselves did not know whom they could trust. He was being pulled in so many different directions: love vs. loyalty, duty vs. honor, the good of the many vs. the obligation to the few. This situation was quickly becoming untenable. Suddenly, she felt Trip’s foot tap against hers. He did not make eye contact, but the message he sent was clear: Don’t worry. I’m all right. Placing both forearms on the table, Trip leaned forward. When he spoke there was resignation in his voice. “It’s pretty plain that you got me down here for a reason. Why don’t you just tell me what you want me to do?” Vaaris produced another data disk; this one undamaged. “This contains the information we were able to recover. We want you to give it to Admiral Gardner and Admiral Uhlani.” Vaaris reached over to the next table and handed the data disk to Soval. Soval, in turn, held it out to Trip. Trip wavered as he stared at the data disk in Soval’s hand. Finally he reached across in front of T’Pol and took it. “How am I supposed to explain this? They’re gonna want to know where I got it.” “We have considered that.” Vaaris leaned back in his chair and appeared to study Trip. “We suggest that you tell the admirals that the data disk was recovered from the body of the man who tried to kill you.” Trip shook his head. “That won’t work. I already told Captain Archer that I didn’t see the guy who attacked me…didn’t know anything about him. They’re not gonna believe that I shut my eyes while I went through his pockets.” “Major?” Vaaris called over his shoulder to the security officer still at his station on one side of the door. “What would you recommend?” If possible, Luvan’s back became even straighter. Fixing his eyes on Trip, he said without a moment of hesitation, “I suggest you tell the admirals that the data disk was found on the body of your assailant, and, after receiving clearance from the Security Ministry, I passed it along to you this morning. Tell them that I informed you that your assailant was an Orion mercenary who was probably working for the Romulans. Judging by the frown on his face, Trip wasn’t too happy with Luvan’s suggestion. “Why not tell them that the guy who jumped me was a Romulan and be done with it?” “That should be obvious, Commander,” Luvan replied. “They might want to see the body.” “Tell them the body was destroyed.” Luvan gave a subtle shake of the head. “If you acknowledge that you came into close contact with a Romulan, they will never give you any peace. When questioning fails, they may want to use drugs or some other means to try and recover your memories. It is too great a risk.” Trip held Luvan’s gaze for a moment and then turned back to Vaaris. “You want me to lie? I thought you people were above that.” “I want you to do what has to be done to keep the people of Vulcan and Earth from falling victim to a ruthless and belligerent enemy. There is no logic in revealing information which could divide our peoples and make us even more vulnerable to a Romulan attack. Trip looked down at the data disk as he turned it around in his hand. Pursing his lips, he glanced up and caught Major Luvan’s eye. “An Orion?” he asked tightly. “Doesn’t that sound a little far-fetched?” “On the contrary, my suggestion is quite plausible. The Orions are known to have had dealings with the Romulans. They are not overly intelligent, they have no scruples, and they are careless when it comes to protecting classified information.” “And this Orion flunky just happens to have a disk containing the Romulans’ top secret plans for Vulcan.” “It is common knowledge that Orions steal.” “Right.” “If my proposal does not please you, Commander, perhaps you can think of a better explanation. I know you have a fertile imagination.” Snorting quietly, Trip lowered his head again. “I guess you’ve got me backed into a corner. The thing that really concerns me is that lies have a way of comin’ back to haunt you.” Unphased by Trip’s concerns, T’Pau straightened her shoulders and said, “We will deal with that situation if and when it arises, Commander. To give credence to your story, we will inform the other members of your delegation that Minister Speth was killed last night by an Orion assassin.” “And you think Starfleet will buy that?” “It is a reasonable explanation. Speth was, in fact, investigating ties between the Orion Syndicate and the Romulan Empire. For all we know, it could have been one of the reasons he was killed.” Trip looked at T’Pol. “What do you think?” T’Pol knew that the other Vulcans were watching her closely. A great deal was at stake here. “Admiral Gardner still does not believe that the Romulans pose a significant threat to Earth. For that reason and for countless others, Starfleet must have this information, but not at the risk of compromising the Vulcan government.” She knew how Trip felt about lying to Archer and the others. If only she could think of a viable alternative. But for now, she could see no other way out of their dilemma. “Major Luvan’s suggestion does have merit. You were on the Romulan drone ship. You were also responsible in part for preventing the Orion women from taking control of Enterprise. It is credible that both species might feel justified in putting an end to your life.” Trip sighed wearily and scrubbed a hand over his face. “What about the other assassination attempts?” he asked T’Pau. “Are you gonna keep those a secret, too?” “Starfleet does not need to know about the attacks that failed,” T’Pau replied. “If that information became known, it might call into question the stability of our government.” “And what if they think this disk is a fake?” “I assure you, Commander, that the data you hold in your hand has not been altered by us in any way. If it is challenged, you must somehow convince Starfleet of its authenticity. It is vital that they understand the magnitude of the threat we face.” T’Pau looked searchingly at Tucker. “Will you help us?” Trip slipped the data disk into a pocket. “I’ll do what I can.” He lifted his head and looked squarely at T’Pau. “Is there anything else?” He pressed his lips firmly together and waited. T’Pau’s face softened. “We realize that we have placed you in a difficult position, Commander. Be assured that Vulcan is in your debt.” When T’Pau pushed her chair back and rose, Trip got to his feet. “If there is nothing else, we will leave you,” T’Pau said. “We have a great deal of work to do yet before the meeting later this morning.” “We have to begin sifting through the information Speth had collected,” Vaaris said as he got to his feet. “It is imperative that we identify and detain the infiltrators and sympathizers as quickly as possible. Every day they are allowed to remain among us increases the risk to our people.” Glancing down at T’Pol, Trip said, “I doubt that we’ll be able to get back to sleep. T’Pol and I would be glad to lend a hand, if you can use the help.” “Your offer is most generous,” Vaaris replied, “but it would not be wise for your colleagues to find your rooms empty when they go to wake you. They will want to know where you have been.” “The guard at the main desk saw us leave,” T’Pol pointed out. “It will hardly be a secret.” Soval got to his feet. “If you are questioned about your late night departure, tell your superiors to see me. I will think of something. Major Luvan will see that you are returned to the embassy safely.” Then much to everyone’s surprise, Soval extended his hand to Trip. Stunned by the gesture, Trip stared at Soval’s hand for a few seconds before taking it. “Thank you, Commander,” Soval said sincerely. “The time is fast approaching when we will all have to learn to trust one another. The Romulans will not be patient for much longer, and then our people, our world, our very way of life could be in great peril.” “They’ll have to get through us first.” The determined look on Trip’s face made it clear that this was a pledge, not merely an idle boast. “Feel free to call on me at any time, Mr. Tucker. I know how hard this has been for you.” “Thanks, Soval. I’ll do that.” Trip and T’Pol watched in silence as T’Pau, Vaaris and Soval filed out of the room. Komas murmured something to Luvan and then followed along behind them. As T’Pol worked to free her mind of anxiety, she took in her husband’s tense features. They needed some time alone, even if it was only for a few minutes. “Will you wait outside, Major?” she asked in a carefully controlled voice. With a quick nod of the head, Luvan replied, “I will see that no one enters.” Trip stood with his hands on his hips, staring down at the table in front of him. “Trip, are you all right?” Nervously, he raked the fingers of one hand through his hair. “Ask me that question in a couple of days,” he murmured. “Maybe I’ll have an answer by then.” He looked at T’Pol when she laid her hand gently on his arm. “Everything’s happenin’ so fast, I’m havin’ a hard time keepin’ up.” “That is understandable.” Trip threw his right arm out to the side and then let it slap against his thigh. “I just got done tellin’ the captain that he could trust me…that I wouldn’t let him down. Now I’m keepin’ secrets right and left. I guess that makes me a hypocrite, doesn’t it?” “That is not true. You were given very little choice, Trip.” He dropped his eyes. “If the captain ever finds out…” “We must do all we can to ensure that he and the others never find out about the Romulans.” Trip opened his arms and T’Pol stepped into his embrace. “This is a hell of a time to start a life together,” he murmured into her ear. T’Pol understood her mate’s apprehensions. Surak had taught that change was the essential process of all existence, but Trip was right. Things were changing too rapidly. They were losing control over their own lives. Outside forces were pushing both of them into deep, murky waters where they would be forced to either sink – taking who knew how many others with them – or swim. T’Pol tried to screen her unsettled thoughts from Trip, but he knew her too well. Nuzzling her hair, he murmured, “I know there’s something botherin’ ya, darlin’. Why don’t you just tell me what it is?” Holding him closer, she buried her face in his shoulder. “It’s nothing.” Trip kissed the tip of her ear. “You promised to talk to me. Remember? No more secrets.” T’Pol didn’t want to add to the burden he was already carrying, but she knew all too well how persistent he could be. “I was just wondering…” “Don’t stop now,” Trip encouraged her. “Keep goin’.” “If Earth is threatened, what will your people do?” T’Pol asked in a hushed voice. “Will they support Vulcan or will they turn against us?” “I’d like to think that humans would realize how important it is for Earth and Vulcan to support each other,” Trip murmured. His hand stroked rhythmically up and down her back. “But we will become just another alien race that has put Earth in peril.” “Don’t sell humans short, T’Pol. We aren’t all like those bastards from Terra Prime.” He gently kissed her hair. “Try lookin’ on the bright side. The Xindi attack splintered Earth into factions. Maybe the Romulans will bring us together again.” “And what if the worst happens and the isolationists seize control of your government? What if I am forced to choose between Vulcan and Earth?” Trip caught his breath, but his hold on her never weakened. “Let’s hope it never comes to that. But if it does…well, we’re a part of each other now. When we come to a fork in the road, we’ll choose our path and travel it together.” “I am proud to be your wife, Mr. Tucker,” T’Pol murmured. She pulled back and laid her hand on his chest, directly over his IDIC medallion. “You asked Torok why your life had been spared. Perhaps this is your answer. I can think of no worthier purpose than to help secure peace for both our worlds.” T’Pol could feel the surge of emotion that coursed through him. She knew that he was still struggling to control his feelings of grief and guilt. “I’ll do everything I can,” he whispered huskily. “I owe my grandparents that and a whole lot more. I know how lucky I am to be here…to have you.” Trip suddenly cleared his throat and looked away. His eyes drifted over to the door. “I guess we’d better go.” T’Pol followed his gaze. “I agree. People will be wondering where we are.” Clasping hands, they slowly walked across the room. When they reached the door, they stopped and looked into each other’s eyes. With a single glance everything they felt for each other was silently reaffirmed. “I love you, T’Pol,” Trip said in a hushed voice. “I’ll love you every second of every day for as long as I live.” Taking her in his arms, Trip leaned forward and brushed his lips softly against hers. T’Pol closed her eyes as his mouth covered hers. As soon as their tongues met, their passion flared white hot. Each subtle movement of their bodies offered a tantalizing promise of the ecstasy that awaited them in nights to come. For a few precious moments, they existed in a world of their own making, a world free of prejudice, violence and hatred. Unfortunately, all too soon, a noise from the corridor broke the spell, and they reluctantly drew apart. They knew that they couldn’t hold the outside world back any longer. Raising T’Pol’s hand to his lips, Trip gently kissed her fingertips. “Are you ready?” T’Pol nodded. A split second before the door slid open, their hands parted. Trip followed T’Pol out of the library and immediately motioned for Luvan to follow them. Then, with their eyes focused straight ahead, Commander Tucker and Commander T’Pol walked down the corridor side by side, prepared to face the new day. The story continues in The Briar Patch |
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