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Herald of Light: Okay, this is actually a project that my girlfriend got my started on. I haven't posted them up until now (I've been working on them for about the last 3 months) because I couldn't get up the guts to do so. So enjoy and please Rate and Review. I also would like any special comments about anything as far as getting technical facts right. I only own season one of Enterprise, and have seen most of seasons three and four, so if I miss something, I'm sorry.

It had started as a normal day on board Enterprise. Captain Archer had woken up to Porthos' normal begging for cheese. T'Pol rose from the first sleep she had had in three days, rested and back to full strength. She had been taken double shifts since Archer, her beloved, had nearly been killed by the unknown cybernetic organism.

T'Pol decided to check in on him to make sure he was capable of duty. Phlox had told him that he wasn't to be on duty for another week after the surgery, but everyone knew how stubborn the Captain could be, and everyone trusted him with their lives for it. Enterprise had grown into a very tight family in the five years since they had been sent out to explore the galaxy for Earth. T'Pol was still finding herself amazed by humanity. They were light years behind her own people, but sometimes managed to do things that even they wouldn't think to do. What would Surak have to say about these illogical people?

T'Pol didn't care. Despite the fact that it was looked down on by her people to let their emotions show, she had begun within the last year to let little parts of her emotions out. A little smile here, a reassuring pat on the back to Jonathan, all in private of course, if the crew knew about it, it could get back to her people, and then she would be taken away from her family. While Starfleet expected this to happen on their ships, the Vulcan High Command didn't see it the same way. Vulcans were supposed to be independent of each other, making contact only with their closest family, or their betrothed ones. Her true family had been a long ways off when she had been on Earth for two years, and now, she was even further from them.

T'Pol stepped onto the turbolift. She punched in the destination for E-deck, closest to the Captain's quarters. Sick Bay was also on the way, so she would stop by and get Jonathan's daily shot to take to him. Phlox had no way to describe it other than "A remarkable inter-species connection." T'Pol had been able to help Jonathan heal faster than Phlox could have, and it wasn't just because of her being a Vulcan.

It was because they were engaged.

Coming out of Sick Bay, T'Pol walked by a repair hatch that lead to the Armory a deck below. She noticed that the cover was off, but thought little of it. Trip was trying to beat the Columbia's top speed of warp 5.4, and he was not to be outdone. Then it hit her, that particular hatch was only to be used if the Armory was flooded with radiation, or…

T'Pol started running, but it was too late. The explosion from the armory caused the ship to drop out of warp. T'Pol had managed to get to an emergency hatch and closed it just as the blast erupted. She was hurt, badly, but at least she wasn't being sucked into space.

On the Bridge

Captain Archer had decided to check in on the bridge. It had been two weeks since he had been there, and it was driving him crazy. He only had so many polo games on file that he could watch, and had caught up on his paperwork ages ago. Sure, he was on convalescence leave, but on a ship 300 light years from the nearest Earth colony, it was hard to do anything except work. Add to that the fact that he was a work-a-holic, then you had no way to keep him down.

Trip was on duty. Enterprise was on a course for an un-explored star system three light years away. The Vulcan's, according to their database, had earmarked the system as an interest do to the fact that they system seemed to have several planets within the habitable range from the star. But, they had never come back to look at the system, so Starfleet had decided it might be a good idea to have Enterprise check the system out. If the planets were uninhabited, the system may be good for colonies. They were a day out at their current speed of warp 4. Malcolm was at his station over at the Tactical console. T'Pol, the mother of the crew, was absent. "I'm going to have to remember to treat her for taking my duty shifts." Jonathan thought to himself. But just as the thought ended, he felt a surge of fear, it was from T'Pol. Their telepathic link was surging with this sudden fear, of death.

"I'm registering a massive power surge in the port torpedo tube!" Malcolm advised from his console. Since Archer wasn't allowed to take command, this was directed to Trip, at the Captain's seat in the center of the bridge. "Try to stop it! If you get an overload in there, half of the saucer section will blow up with it!" Trip ordered.

"Is there anyone near the Armory?" Archer couldn't help ask the question, it was hard not to take over, but even though he wasn't supposed to have been on the bridge (he had quietly snuck in), everyone immediately switched to having him in command.

"I'm registering T'Pol a deck above and…" Malcolm looked hard at Archer "….three people in the Armory, but their life signs indicate that they are unconscious."

"Try to minimalize the blast. Maybe if you…" Archer groaned as he sat down in the center seat. "…use the hull plating to divert some of that energy; we could at least save most of the ship."

"That's going to short out a lot of circuits, but it should work." Malcolm looked up from his console, after making the necessary adjustments. "It's working, but we are going to lose the Armory."

"Try to save them using the transporter, if you can't…." Archer knew that this wasn't going to be easy. The transporter could only handle three people, but there were four in the blast radius. But it was too late; the ship bucked like someone had just sucker punched them. The bridge went dark, only to have the emergency lighting come on. Slowly, the bridge started coming back to life. A screen would flicker on here, a console would beep. It took three minutes for the bridge to know just how bad the damage was.

Sick Bay

T'Pol was in her healing state. There was no way for Phlox to help her outside of this. The burns were just too devastating. Over eighty percent of her skin had been exposed the plasma from the blast. She would recover, but it could be weeks, even months before she would regain consciousness. If only there was another Vulcan on board with her blood type, things could go faster.

Archer, despite feeling the need to tend to the now wounded Enterprise, had been keeping 24 hour vigil on T'Pol. Phlox didn't have a problem with this, outside of the fact that if he even sneezed on her at this point, she could die from a resulting infection. So he had put her in a special chamber, but allowed Archer to sit right by her.

The ship itself was wounded, but would survive. The warp drive was completely shutdown by the blast, and would take another three days, on top of the four since the blast, to repair. The crew was in mourning for the death of the two brothers and one sister that were in the Armory at the time of the blast. The mess hall had been turned into a sanctuary, and all three of them were given their last rights and were wished well into the afterlife. Morale was low, but everyone knew how important it was not to let it affect what needed to be done now. They had to repair the ship, find out who did this, and stick it to them.

Archer, most of all, wanted to put his boot as far up their ass as it would reach. The crew knew where he was, and why. Despite trying, Archer and T'Pol couldn't hide the fact that they were in love. They had become the mother and father of the crew. If Archer had been seen anywhere else on the ship but Sick Bay, the crew would have immediately sent him there.

"Sir, I have something to tell you. It's about the blast." Archer looked up to see Malcolm. "The blast wasn't just from an overload, but a device was planted in the panel. We found a trace metal alloy that doesn't belong on our ship. Internal sensors don't show much out of the ordinary, and the last person in there was one of the three that were…" Malcolm stopped. He noticed that his Captain's eyes had glazed over. He had to be thinking the same thing he had when he had finished his inspection of the debris: Someone on board had done it. One of the family was a killer.

It took a minute before Archer looked up to Malcolm with a determined look in his face. He walked over to the comm panel and punched in the code for ship wide communication. "This is the Captain. I have just been informed that the blast that caused the deaths of three of us, and the injuring of my fiancée, " Archer stopped, mulled the thought over, and decided it was right. "was caused by someone that is on board this ship. We have evidence of a metal alloy being in the Armory that caused the explosion. If the person that did this is listening, you'd better pay attention. I will not stop until I find you, and when I do…you will pay." Archer pounded the panel, cracking it.

Herald of Light: I always wondered what Archer would be like really cheesed off, so I wrote it! Thanks for reading:D