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Summary: An alternate timeline from where Susan Khouri approaches T'Pol in Demons, will TnT get their happy ending? - I know its been done before.

Authors note: I am dyslexic, I have tried but there are still bound to be some grammar and spelling mistakes in their somewhere. I sorry in advance and hope it's still readable. This is my first enterprise I have posted and has not been Beta-ed.

Compatible

Chapter 1

2155 – first coalition alliance meeting

He was watching her, he couldn't help himself, his eyes always seemed to get drawn in as if there were some gravitational force always pulling him to her. He watched as she spoke to dignitaries, she was the epitome of vulcan politeness with a perfect emotionless façade but somehow he sensed she didn't want to be here any more than he did. That had been happening quite a lot lately, when he was close to her and thinking solely about her he got these sensations, hard to describe, in the back of his head. Right now the sensation was telling him she found this conference as boring and tedious as he did. Trip figured it had something to do with the bond she had mentioned, while T'Pol had never really fully explained this psychic link they shared, it was these sensations added together with the warm calm contentment that swept over him every time he was near her that made him think something distinctly vulcan was going on.

Trip had been staring so intently at T'Pol that he had completely missed a woman approaching her. The woman was staggering slightly and hunched over as though protecting something. T'Pol likewise had also not seen the woman approach, too focused on appearing interested in the conversation she was having with Archer, Soval and the Andorian ambassador. That is until the woman half collapsed against her thrusting a bundle into T'Pol's arms. Trip instantly moved forward, unsure if there were a threat, he heard the woman speak.

"They were going to kill her..." Her words came out in ragged breaths and Trip saw T'Pol's arms tighten around the bundle.

"Excuse me?" T'Pol's eyebrows moved down by a few millimetres into a slight frown, not comprehending. Trip was with them now along with others drawn by the commotion, the woman still leaning heavily against T'Pol shielding the Bundle from view.

"I got her out, she's yours" The woman gasped as her knees finally gave out and she fell back to the floor, her jacket falling open to reveal the phaser wound. T'Pol came to her knees besides the woman as Phlox and Reed approached.

"I don't understand." T'Pol said as she clutched the bundle tighter into her chest

"Paxton...Terra Prime stole...DNA...enterprise...yours" She desperately tried to get the words out then went silent as her body relaxed into death.

T'Pol's attention shifted immediately to the bundle in her arms and she loosened her hold slightly so the bundle fell away from her chest to be cradled in her arms, there was a collective intake of breath from the humans in attendance as a beautiful blue-eyed baby face made its first appearance. Trip was overwhelmed as his gaze shifted from the baby to T'Pol who was eyeing the child suspiciously. He was trying to get something from her, anything, but the bond appeared as vacant as her face.

The baby shifted slightly in her arms turning its head, now it was the Vulcan's turn to react. As a delicately pointed elven ear came into view eyebrows raised on mass. T'Pol stared intently at the child, something was happening, that much was obvious to Trip. His thoughts were confirmed as T'Pol finally turned her head and met his gaze, it was as though he were hit by a tidal wave, the force nearly knocked him over from his crouched position as he stood and staggered two steps back, trying to distance himself from the sorrow, anguish and utter confusion of thoughts and emotions that weren't his own swirling around his head. He felt a pull in his chest and the constriction of his heart. What was happening? He felt himself getting lost in a turbulent sea, he was drowning!

Then suddenly it stopped. Trip came back to himself somewhat amazed that no one had notice he had been about to have a heart attack. He was instantly drawn back to T'Pol who was no longer looking at him, but focused on the child in her arms. She stood and Trip struggled with the desire to go over and put his hand on her shoulder to give her some sort of comfort. But he knew she wouldn't appreciate it, not while everyone was staring at her, not while there were Vulcans around. It was Jon who finally broke the silence that had been hanging in the air.

"We should go up to enterprise." That was all Trip heard, but the captain must have given out more orders as people started moving in a purposeful manner. As the bridge crew started to move away others moved in around the woman who still lay where she had fallen. Trip unconsciously moved closer to T'Pol as they approach the shuttlepod, he thought he saw a slight change in her posture and hoped he his presence calmed her as she did him.

Silence invaded the shuttlepod, the only sound to be heard were the flicking of switches and the hum of the engines as Travis urged the pod into flight. No one knew what to say. Slight turbulence as they left the atmosphere rocked the shuttlepod and disturbed the child who had been laying contently in the crook of her mother's arm. The baby girl started to fuss and whimper. T'Pol immediately started to comfort the infant, the murmuring of soft vulcan words harmoniously drifted through the silence. Trip watched T'Pol squeezed the child gently to herself then raise her free hand, and with middle and index finger outstretched gently caressed the baby's face from forehead to chin, in the most loving gesture he'd ever seen. The child instantly relaxed and with a repeat caress, fell sound asleep.

The harsh lights of sickbay and Phlox's noisy menagerie broke the spell that had been cast over the bridge crew. They were once again the Starfleet professionals and objective officers.

"Well then," said Phlox, breaking into a smile,"lets have a look at this little one shall we?" He cleared his throat slightly when T'Pol made no move to release the baby for examination.

"T'Pol?" The captain said and she responded and reluctantly set the baby down on the bed, but didn't back away, in a matter of minutes this baby girl had become the most important thing in the universe to her and no one was going to take her away. T'Pol smiled internally when the child woke, let out sounds of protest and reached for her. Apparently her daughter felt the same. She put her thumb in the palm of her daughter's hand, the child immediately tightened her fingers around it, craving the security of the physical contact.

Phlox started to sweep over the infant with a hand held scanner as Archer spoke again,

"I suppose we ought to run a DNA test to make sure that woman wasn't lying."

"Such a thing is hardly necessary, there is a bond is there not T'Pol?" Soval's voice made Trip jump, he hadn't noticed the Vulcan there, had he come up with them on the shuttlepod?

"Yes." T'Pol looked up briefly

"Then there can be no doubt, the child is T'Pol's"

"What about the father?" Hoshi spoke up. Everyone looked at T'Pol who made no response other than to stare back, her fingers still absent-mindedly stroking the back of her daughters hand.

"The child is obviously Vulcan." Soval sounded ever-so-slightly offended, it was clear to him that this child must be the result of T'Pol and Koss' marriage and they had not told anyone.

At these words Trip felt a stab of jealously, someone else with T'Pol, someone else the father of her child, must have been Koss but how? Why did she not tell him? His thoughts filled with jealously and irrational anger were interrupted by the sound of her voice.

"Her eyes are blue." She said as she shook her head slightly in disagreement with Soval's statement. Everyone stared, only Phlox and Soval aware of the implications of such a statement, She tried to clarify, "Vulcan's do not produce blue eyes." There was a stunned silence, until Hoshi tentatively spoke up again,

"The woman, she said the DNA was stolen from enterprise."

"That is not possible, human and vulcan DNA are not compatible." Soval spoke as levely as possible, easily catching the meaning of the young woman's implication.

The bridge crew knew this was not true and had seen the truth walking around, talking to them and commanding his own ship, the product of Trip and T'Pol's marriage in an alternate timeline, the half human half vulcan, Lorian. Archer began to get a sinking feeling as he looked at his first and second officers, he was starting to guess the outcome of that DNA test, why did it always have to been them? It was so obvious, those blue eyes were Trip's. At this realisation Archer felt his own pang of jealously.

The beep from the medical scanner brought Archer back to his senses and he quickly checked his behaviour as everyone turned their eyes to Phlox who was looking intently at the scanner with an indescribable look on his face.

So is this a oneshot? Should I continue? Or shall I leave what happens to little baby blue eyes up to your imagination.