Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek Enterprise, nor any Star Trek series for that matter. Should that ever change I will alert you.
A.N. This first chapter is somewhat confusing but it will make sense way down the line. This is a rewrite of Enterprise starting with midway through Bound and continuing until the death of Trip and T'Pol's eldest child. (It will take awhile.) And now please read, review, and enjoy.
Yes
Perfect
You glance around the room. They're a strange bunch. The best of the best, the crème de la crème, but very strange. Next to you is an Andorian, except with the remnants of pointed ears, with bumps, ridges, on his nose, and with a high, rather hilly, forehead. He's bent in concentration with a Tellerite with green skin and a human with webbed fingers. So unique, so diverse, all the best.
They beckon you over and you walk like you were taught, calm and efficient. Never mind that your life, your families lives, your entire world may depend on what they're looking at. Because you have the best of the best working for you. As you come closer you hear what they are saying.
"Well they obviously don't die-"
"Obviously-"
"The trick is getting permission."
"Why is that a difficult?" You ask. The scene before you is wrong, any fool could see that.
"We don't know where it went wrong."
"-Till we find that-"
You sigh and look at the screen. At the girl there. And you freeze. Internally only of course.
"Her eyes…"
"What about them."
"They're blue." You explain.
"But he insisted…"
"If they aren't…"
"He must not have…"
"But why?" That's the question now. So you look. Trying to remember what you know as you search for why. Then you find it. Such a little thing; such an insignificantly little thing. And you show them. And they agree. So you contact headquarters, get permission, send someone to fix it, and it's back to normal. Or at least as normal as it gets. 'Till the next thing pops up and you head off. But it's okay 'cause you're the best of the best, the crème de la crème. You're perfect.