This is the first in a series of oneshots based off of Sleeping At Last's album "Atlas: Year One" there will be 30 oneshots, one for each song in the album and I will update it as I finish them.

I hope y'all like this project, it will be updated fairly sporadically because I don't quite know what I'm going to do for every song. I know for a couple of them, but not all. I plan on making it multi-ship and multi-character oneshots. And hope y'all will share your thoughts in the reviews!

- Galia

Overture

Even after everything we've seen
We've barely caught a glimpse of what it means
In the architecture of the soul
The universe began, with our eyes closed

In the rise and fall
Of a newborn's chest
Like the ocean swells
We inhale, exhale and reset
Every living thing
Is in a constant state of unrest
Even after all our history
We've barely caught a glimpse of what it means
In the architecture of the soul
The universe began

"Overture" Atlas: Year One "Sleeping at Last"

Trip smiles down at the sleeping baby girl in the cot, they've wanted this for so long and have been through so much to get it. Their relationship was by no means conventional, as far as Trip knew it was the first time a Vulcan or a Human had married and had children outside of their species. Apparently this was true as far as Vulcan doctors knew too, they'd never heard of a Vulcan and a human trying to have a baby.

It had taken them nearly a year to find a doctor who would help them, most didn't think it was possible and all of them were all too eager to point out that their first child, Elizabeth (though they all referred to her as The Terra Prime Experiment), had been created through unethical means and was less than successful. Even Phlox - who'd ultimately decided to help them - had pointed out that it was likely they were setting themselves up for more heart break. He'd prepared them for the fact that it could take years to have a living child and with Earth's current medical technology there was little chance of a child surviving and even smaller chance that it would be healthy. They'd have to get the Vulcans involved.

They'd fought for two years to finally find a doctor who would work with Phlox to help them. Once they finally did the process had taken years, with the data from the other Enterprise they'd come across in the expanse Phlox had been easily able to help them get pregnant, but staying pregnant was a whole other matter. There had been four miscarriages, the latest one being around 15 weeks and had landed T'pol in the hospital with uncontrollable bleeding. By the time this pregnancy came around they'd been trying for three and a half years.

Three and a half years and they finally had their miracle child, with her pointed ears, big blue eyes and soft light brown fuzz on her head. Elaine T'Shanik Tucker had been the name they'd finally settled on after months of arguing.

Trip leans over the cot and touches his daughter's head, T'Pol had been on bed rest for much of the last 18 weeks and the entire pregnancy had been rough on her. Trip remembers the day they'd celebrated viability, Trip had made dinner and they'd eaten in bed so T'Pol wouldn't have to move. He'd never expected they'd get here.

"Trip?" T'Pol says weakly from the bed.

"Hey," Trip says, smiling over his shoulder at her. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore." T'Pol mutters, trying to sit up.

"Don't sit up, hang on." Trip says, reaching for the buttons on the bed, pressing one of them causes the bed to slowly sit up. "Better?"

"Thank you." T'Pol says, looking at the cot. "She's okay still?"

"Yeah." Trip smiles. "How about you?" He was worried about her, she'd had major surgery just a few hours ago to deliver their daughter, she must be uncomfortable."Should I call the nurse?"

"No." T'Pol says. "Can you bring her here?"

"Sure, hang on." Trip says, gently lifting Elaine out of the cot and smiling down at her. "She's still sleeping."

"She'll need to eat soon." T'pol says, taking her from Trip and holding her against her chest.

"Should I send for a bottle or somethin'?" Trip asks.

"No, I'll nurse her myself." T'Pol says. "But you should call a nurse should I need the assistance."

Trip nods and leans over to kiss T'Pol on the head. "I'll be right back." He says, exiting the room and walking towards the nurses station. "Um, could we have a nurse back in room 4112?"

"Is everything alright?" One of the nurses asks.

"Yes Ma'am, my wife just wants a little help nursing the baby." Trip says.

"We'll send someone down in a moment." The nurse says, turning over to the computer, making it clear Trip was to return to the room and wait.

"Thanks." Trip mutters, turning on his heel and returning to the room. When he enters the room T'Pol is cuddling their daughter close and looking down at her face. "They're sending someone by in a few minutes."

T'Pol nods quietly.

"You okay?" Trip asks, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I was just wondering…" T'Pol says quietly.

"Wondering what?" Trip whispers.

"Wondering if Elizabeth looked like this." T'Pol says, her voice wavering slightly. He hasn't seen his wife cry for the child they lost in many years, but she'd been through a lot the last several years and it didn't surprise him that the hormones and strain of giving birth were causing them to be pulled back to the surface.

"Well they both have your ears." Trip whispers, taking one of T'Pol's hands.

"What if we lose her?" T'Pol says quietly. "I can't go through that again Trip. I just can't."

"We're not going to lose her. Dr. Saren said she was healthy remember? Everything came back fine, all the genetic tests are clear." Trip moves next to her and puts an arm around her. "She's fine."

"It doesn't feel real..." T'Pol admits. "It feels like a dream."

"It does doesn't it?" Trip smiles. "Like all of a sudden life isn't what we thought it was."

T'Pol is quiet for a moment and then looks up at him. "We made her."

"It doesn't seem real." Trip repeats. "To think that we could make anything this, perfect."