'Why doesn't he ever pay attention to me?' She thought as she stood near the warp reactor gazing at the colours made by the anti-matter mix. She knew that the sound of the reactor had something to do with it but she had been raising her voice and Rostov had heard her from the other side of engineering. She knew that her father always got deep into his work while he was on duty and was probably day dreaming about an engine that could go faster than warp 6.5, or scheming some way to get the schematics off the Vulcans for their tractor beam!

"Dad!" she called again. "Dad!" this time he finally heard her and turned round to look at her. "Good, got your attention this time." She said as she crossed her arms in front of her.

"Sorry Phoebe. I didn't hear you." She smiled. Phoebe enjoyed listening to her father's southern American accent. It was different from the rest of the crew's, easy to identify. "What can I do for you?"

"I came to see if I could help you."

"Sorry Phoebe. I'm afraid there really isn't anything you can do." Phoebe sighed. She wanted to help. She liked helping people. It's what she tried to do most of the time, although her help wasn't often used down in engineering, instead she was often found hanging around sickbay, but more often down on F deck in the Armoury helping Commander Reed. Trip turned back round to the control panel and took some readings. Ensign Rostov soon moved over putting a hand on her shoulder.

"I'd watch him today if I were you Phoebs." He said going right up to her ear.

"I intend to." She said smiling as Rostov moved away. She shook her head knowing that he had only said that flirting with her. He was several years older than she was and she wasn't interested in him. Most of the younger crew on the ship were interested in her. She had been the first child born on Enterprise and it was quite a surprising mother and father combination, one that not many people thought was going on. There were only two other children on board, one being Phoebes brother, Charles, who was 13 years old. Given the nickname Quad by most people, and one being Admiral Archer's son, Jack, who was 14 years old. His mother was back on Earth but he had stayed on board cause he liked it there.

"You'd better leave my daughter alone Rostov!" Trip called, still working on the control panel. Rostov moved away and over to some screens, checking a few things. A voice over the COMM was soon heard.

"Archer to Captain Tucker." Trip pressed a button on the panels in front of him and began speaking.

"Tucker here."

"Can I see you up on the bridge please."

"I'm on my way sir." He climbed down the ladder and made his way to the door.

"Can I come too?" Phoebe asked following him.

"Fraid not." Trip shook his head opened the door and left engineering. Phoebe quickly followed and closed the door behind her and followed her father along the corridor, passing a couple of crewmen as they went.

"At least can I go so I can see mum?" Trip stopped and looked at her.

"No, you'll see her this evening."

"Please? Please. Please, please, please?" she kept pleading, jumping onto Trip's arm and looking up at him with her charming smile.

"All right. If you want" Trip finally gave in. Phoebe knew that he would eventually have said yes if she pestered him enough. She'd spent 9 years perfecting her charm on her father. She quickly flung her arms around his waist and hugged him.

"Thanks Dad." Trip was annoyed. He'd done it again. He'd let his daughter win…. Again. He really needed to stop doing that, but he loved Phoebe so much that he would do anything for her. "I'll race you to the turbolift!" she called and suddenly ran off. He watched as she ran down the corridor. Her long brown hair, which was slightly clipped back, waving around as she soon disappeared from sight round the corner. He shook his head and started to jog along to catch up with her. When he turned the corner she was standing by the turbolift holding the door open for him. "You're getting slower!" she called. She didn't even looked out of breath. Trip sighed and stared at his 17 year old daughter.

"No. I'm just tired." Together the two of them entered the turbolift and made their way up to the bridge. Phoebe's blue eyes stared at her father, the man she looked up to. She had even begun to decide to actually go off to Earth and join Starfleet, although she wasn't quite sure what she wanted to do. Confusion could ring in the air if there were two tuckers down in Engineering or if there were two tuckers spending most of their time up on the bridge.