Ok, this is a sequel to Split Parallels. It's a massive crossover fic of four of the best known sci-fi shows, two from America (Enterprise and Stargate SG1) and two from Britain (Doctor Who and Torchwood). I'm going to try and stay true to all four shows canon, and blend them together as seamlessly as possible. Constructive Reviews are considered a great help and are greatly appreciated.

Important for anyone who's never read any of my fics!! (and may be handy for anyone who has)

Ok, this is set about one and a half to two years after the end of Terra Prime (ignoring TATV completely). It is linked to my Mirror Series and a Season 5 I do plan to write eventually, but haven't found the inclination yet as well as being a sequel. Couple of things to note,

1) Trip and T'Pol are an official couple now, and have been for a year.

2) Shran is on Enterprise

3) Archer, T'Pol and Shran are co-captains of Enterprise and have been for a year.

4) Shran and T'Pol have a son called Soval, who was born to the Mirror-Universe version of them. When the Mirror Shran and T'Pol died, our T'Pol took him with her and she and Shran are raising him as friends with a child. Thus, over the year they have become very close and are good friends (although I love their banter too much to cut it out completely, lol).

5) Archer is involved with Shran's sister Lissiel and is most likely in love with her, even if he's too dense to realise it.

Chapter 1

"Captain Archer's personal log, July 30th 2156. We're on route to Vulcan to join Minister T'Pau and Ambassador Soval in the official celebration of the discovery of the Kir'Shara. Shran has elected not to join us as he's liable to die of heat stroke inside the shuttlecraft and, as he put it, if the heat doesn't kill him, then his certain boredom will."

Archer chuckled to himself as he said this. Porthos let out a little impatient woof as he watched his master open a packet of food absentmindedly, more focused on his log. "T'Pol and Shran had a little argument over where little Soval will be staying during the celebration. In the end T'Pol won since Soval has spent more time on Andoria than Vulcan. Shran's argument for this was that Soval doesn't even know where his nose is, let alone where he's sleeping. The man has an answer for everything. Still T'Pol won in the end. I understand she, Soval and Trip will be staying in her mother's house. Ambassador Soval has invited me to join him at his house, and he'll show me the sights. I've agreed… eagerly."

Archer paused the recording to muse on his choice of words as he set down the metal bowl in front of his beagle. Porthos gave him a brief lick of gratitude before digging in. Archer petted the silky soft skin of his dog and straightened up, ready to resume his recording.

Then everything went mad.

The whole ship lurched to one side and seemed to spin over and over like a leaf caught in a storm. When Archer came to his senses Porthos was barking near him, his quarters were a complete mess, and the alarms were blaring.

"Captains Archer and T'Pol to the bridge." called Hoshi. Her voice was trembling a little.

"On my way." said Archer, running out of his quarters. Engineers were running to and fro as he ran to the turbolift. "T'Pol! Hold it!"

T'Pol, having just boarded the turbolift, held it for him. Archer half dived into it and caught himself against the wall.

"What the hell was that?" he demanded to no one.

"I don't know. But it felt like the aftershock of a large explosion."

"A very large explosion."

The door slid open and the two entered the bridge. Shran was hovering over Hoshi, barking orders at her, something he only did when he was panicked. And Archer and T'Pol could admit it took a lot to panic their fellow Captain.

"Sir, I've checked three times. It's confirmed." Hoshi was saying as they came in.

"Check again Ensign." ordered Shran.

"Shran? What happened?"

Shran straightened up to look at Archer and T'Pol. His antennas were squirming and almost touching his head. The Andorian was very alarmed.

"I don't want to say yet. Ensign!"

"I've checked again! It's gone sir."

"How the hell is that possible? Lieutenant McCarthy?"

"I concur with Ensign Sato, but I have no explanation."

"Shran!" snapped Archer. Shran grimaced and turned to his co-captains.

"I'm not sure how to say this." The Andorian drew in a deep breath. "Vulcan just blew up."

There was silence save for the blaring of alarms and the hum of the engines. T'Pol recovered her voice first.

"I beg your pardon?" Her voice was strained. Shran shrugged, looking helpless.

"I don't know what happened, one minute everything was fine and the next… Vulcan was gone. It's all gone."

"Are you certain?"

"I've had McCarthy and Sato confirm it four times now."

T'Pol's face went very pale and Archer and Shran went to stand near her in case she collapsed or something.

"There was no warning?" asked the Vulcan woman.

Shran shook his head. T'Pol staggered to the captain's chair and sat down heavily in it. She sat there, staring into nothing, face almost grey in colour. Archer hovered near her, while Shran stood a little further away, looking uncertain.

Hoshi's comm. beeped.

"It's Starfleet sir."

Shran sighed, "I'll take it. Maybe you should take T'Pol to sickbay Jon."

"No. I wish to hear what Starfleet has to say." said T'Pol, standing up.

"Ok. We'll take it in the ready room." said Archer. T'Pol got to her feet and walked, looking just a little unsteady. Shran and Archer followed her. What else could they do?

T'Pol sat down behind the desk while Archer and Shran grabbed chairs and dragged them over. T'Pol activated the consol. Admiral Gardner seemed startled to see them all, but it became obvious that the Admiral was in a bit of a daze as he spoke.

"Captains… I assume you know what just happened?"

"My home world exploded." stated T'Pol, sounding a tad dazed herself. Shran and Archer threw her concerned looks. Gardner flinched. "I would like an explanation."

"So would we and every other person in this part of the galaxy. I'm very sorry Captain T'Pol, but we don't have any answers yet. I've been informed that Ambassador Soval's transport ship has altered course to rendezvous with you. You'll meet with him and then… we'll have to see. We've no procedure for such a thing like this." Gardner threw T'Pol a regretful look and cut the commlink.

The three officers sat in silence for a few moments. Then T'Pol stood up.

"I will go check on our son."

"Good idea." said Shran, nodding, "I'm going to see Trip and find out how much damage was done."

"I'll… I'll see if I can find out anything about what happened." said Archer. The others nodded and they went their separate ways.

T'Pol entered sickbay to find her son crying. However this stopped as soon as Soval saw his mother. He held his arms out to her and squealed,

"Mama!" making grabby motions with his hands. T'Pol picked him up and held him close to her body. Soval beamed a toothy grin at her, and put his arms around her neck, hugging her.

T'Pol held her son close, closing her eyes and trying to keep herself in control as she absorbed what had just happened. Her home planet had been completely obliterated. It was impossible. Yet it had happened. Vulcan was gone.

T'Pol found herself thinking about her childhood home, about the location where she'd laid her mother to rest after the events of finding the Kir'Shara, Mount Seleya and the Fire Plains of Raal. All of that was gone, in less than a second.

T'Pol felt like she was in a dream, a very bad one. But the pain in her stomach, which she'd identified as grief, told her she was wide awake.

Phlox approached her, looking solemn. By now the whole crew probably knew what had happened. That took less than ten minutes T'Pol noted, feeling a little numb.

"Are you all right?"

"I am… not. My home world is gone. Everything is gone." T'Pol's voice trembled and soon her body followed it, shaking hard. "Everything is gone." T'Pol struggled to control herself but found a few tears spilling out over her eyelashes, and falling down her cheeks.

"I am sorry." said Phlox. What else could he say? T'Pol nodded.

"I believe I will return to my quarters now."

"Of course. Would you like me to walk with you?"

"No. I'll be fine." T'Pol backed out of sickbay and began to walk down the corridor. Soval was quiet, as if he sensed something wasn't right. His antennas brushed T'Pol's skin, just behind her ear and his little arms tightened around her neck as he buried his face in her neck.

"Mama." he said again. T'Pol rubbed his back as she walked, concentrating on holding her son and putting one foot in front of the other. She was surprised when she seemed to blink and found herself in her quarters. Soval wiggled in her grip and T'Pol set him down on the floor. She noted only now that Shran had dressed him in a miniature replica of Starfleet's jumpsuit, with padded knees so he could crawl around unheeded.

The jumpsuit had been a gift from Hoshi for Soval's first birthday. Shran had made a joking order that next year their comm. officer was to give Soval a miniature Imperial Guard uniform. T'Pol could remember that she'd said it would be better that Soval receive a uniform of the Vulcan Science Academy. Shran had thrown her a look that had told her not to even consider it, while the rest of the crew laughed.

T'Pol remembered yearning for her mother's presence as her son celebrated his first year of life. For some reason that memory seemed significant now.

Soval shuffled along on his bum to reach the box of bricks. The bricks were from Cirrus IV, and when Soval picked them up they would flash various colours inside a material that looked like frosted glass. When they were built into a tower, they flashed in a specific design and hummed a tune to match. Trip called them the 'Close Encounter of the Third Kind' blocks. Shran had bought them for his son while he was dealing with a few old associates on Cirrus IV.

Soval grabbed the box and pulled it towards himself. The box tipped and fell, spilling its contents all over the floor with a rumble. T'Pol drew in a sharp breath as a jolt of anger flew through her at the noise. However the feeling was short lived as Soval looked up at her, as if he knew the noise had disturbed his mother. His big brown eyes, which were just like hers, were anxious, and his cupid's bow lips were shaped into a worried pout.

T'Pol crouched down and picked up a block. It lit up and began to flash from lilac to rose to mint. Soval reached out for it. T'Pol placed it in his hand.

"You play with it Soval." she murmured. Soval shuffled closer to the blocks on his bum again and began to play with them, unaware of his mother's trauma.

T'Pol watched her son, sitting ridged on the edge of her bed.

"Tucker to T'Pol."

T'Pol jumped. Soval glanced up at the sound of Uncle Trip's voice then returned to his blocks. T'Pol reached out blindly and pressed the correct button.

"T'Pol here."

"T'Pol, look, I'm so sorry, but Enterprise took a real hit from the shockwave and I have to stay and help out. I promise I'll be with ya as soon as I can."

"I did not ask for your presence Trip." T'Pol's voice sounded far away to her own ears.

"I know, but I don't want you to think I ain't with you 'cause I don't care. I do. A lot. I promise, as soon as I get this done, I'll be with you right away."

T'Pol was slightly perplexed, but she merely said

"Understood." and cut the link.

Trip inwardly swore. The tone T'Pol was using wasn't a good sign. He turned to Shran who was standing nearby.

"Cap'n… do you think you could stay with her while I work here?"

Shran blinked, nonplussed. "Me? Why me?"

"'cause… you two have a good relationship. I just don't want her to be left alone."

"Trip, I appreciate that you're concerned for your mate, but what the hell could I do?"

"Please, for me, so I can focus on this work properly, will you stay with her until I can get away to be with her? She shouldn't be alone after this… I mean would you wanna be alone if your whole planet blew up?"

Shran sighed and shook his head, pushing off the wall he'd been leaning against. "I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks Shran. Ah appreciate it."

Shran nodded and walked out of Engineering, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Trip sighed and resumed his work, trying to put the fact that billions of people had just died out of his mind.

Shran stood outside T'Pol's quarters, waiting for her to acknowledge the door chime. After a few moments with no response, he balanced the tray he had in one hand and knocked on the door.

"T'Pol?"

There was no answer. However Shran could hear Soval's intrigued babble at the sound of his voice. "T'Pol? Can I come in?"

"I would prefer to be alone." came the answer. Shran sighed. He'd guessed as much.

"I get that, I know Vulcans like solitude. It's just that… well, Soval hasn't eaten since breakfast and I'm sure he's getting hungry. I've got food for him here with me." After a beat he added, "I also got some Plomeek broth from Chef for you."

Shran shifted on his feet, feeling very out of place as silence was the only answer he got. He'd wracked his brain, trying to think of a way to coax T'Pol to let him into her quarters so he could keep an eye on her like Trip had asked. He'd decided to try the same method that worked on his sister, namely, Food. Shran had found that, whenever a female was upset, food or mating seemed to help. Since the latter would not be happening for a variety of reasons –namely Commander Tucker would kill him- food had been the only thing he'd been able to come up with.

At last, slightly concerned for his son and his friend, Shran set the tray on the ground and crouched down in front of the consol that controlled the door. With a few 'persuasive' codes entered into the computer the door opened and Shran was able to dart in, remembering to grab the tray at the last second.

Inside T'Pol's quarters, it was very dark, with the frosted flashing of the Cirrus IV bricks. Soval had constructed them into an impressive pyramid-like tower. T'Pol was sitting on the edge of the bed, and she didn't turn to look at Shran as he entered and set the tray down on T'Pol's desk.

"I said I wished to be alone."

"I know… but we're worried about you." said Shran, favouring bluntness.

"There is no need to be concerned. I will be fine."

"T'Pol your planet just blew up, less than half an hour ago. No one would blame you for getting upset over it."

"I am Vulcan, I must control my emotions."

Shran opened his mouth to argue with her, but Soval cut him off.

"Papa!"

Shran smiled at the sweet sound of his son's voice and crouched down in front of Soval, tapping his nose in greeting.

"Hello my boy."

Soval giggled and held out his arms, wanting to be lifted up. Shran did so and sat down by the desk, setting Soval in his lap. Soval eyed the bottle on the tray with interest, but Shran offered him a spoonful of mincemeat, that swam in Andorian-styled gravy instead. Soval looked up at his father with a little look of disgust and Shran's antennas rose in a paternally-stern way. Soval pouted and then opened his mouth, accepting his lunch.

T'Pol watched Shran feed Soval, a strange look on her face.

"It is strange."

"What is?"

"A great catastrophe has occurred. Our son has just lost half his heritage and you give him lunch at the same time as you always do."

Shran shrugged. "A child has to eat, no matter what happens."

T'Pol nodded, looking away. Shran sighed. "Look, I'm not trying to ignore what happened, but… what else can we do without finding out what happened?"

"Nothing will bring Vulcan back."

"No. But at least you'll know what caused this. And think about it this way… At least there's Vulcan colonies, so there are still Vulcans out there. You're not alone."

"… I can't think of that yet."

"All right. But… think of this." Shran set down the spoon and lifted Soval up so the babe was standing on Shran's knees. It looked like Shran was presenting Soval. "You're not alone on this ship either."

T'Pol looked away, and Shran did likewise out of respect when a few tears escaped her eyes.

Soval took his bottle eagerly after his food, clinging to his bottle like he always did when he got one. Shran looked at T'Pol, unsure if he should say anything.

"May I feed him his bottle?"

Shran blinked in surprise when T'Pol spoke. "Sure. Here."

He stood up and placed the baby in T'Pol's waiting arms. Soval barely noticed, more intent on his bottle than his parents. Shran sighed, looking out at the stars. He rested a hand on the bulkhead above his head, leaning on it as he stared out into space.

"Things don't look so different out there. Do they?"

"They don't look any different at all." said T'Pol. Shran sighed, shaking his head. Then he pushed away from the window and sat down beside T'Pol, resting his elbows on his thighs and clasping his hands together.

T'Pol watched Soval drink from his bottle.

Shran reached out and picked up one of the blocks. It started flashing blue at him.

Soval let go of the teat of the bottle and let out a burp.

T'Pol rubbed his back and then offered him the unfinished bottle.

Soval finished it off and then wriggled free of his mother's arms and lap.

He crawled away and resumed playing with his blocks.

T'Pol shifted where she sat and folded her hands in her lap, then let them fall apart limply. They rested on her thighs, looking useless.

Shran propped up his head in one hand and he watched Soval play. The block in his other hand flashed rose.

Soval looked at the block and reached out a hand for it.

Shran handed it over.

Soval gave him a little smile and patted his hand in gratitude.

A faint smile crossed Shran's face.

Soval shifted on his bum to turn back to his tower. He paused as his eyes locked with his mother's.

T'Pol stared into her son's eyes and looked away.

Soval leaned forward and got to his hands and knees. He crawled over to T'Pol and used her knee to pull himself to his feet. He tottered for a moment like a drunken man before finding his balance, his little antennas splayed out to maintain it. He looked up at T'Pol's face.

"Mama." he called, reaching up with one little hand.

T'Pol looked at him and reached out with one hand, taking hold of his pudgier one. She swallowed hard. That single word seemed to make a crack in her mask and more tears fell now.

Shran put a hesitant hand on her shoulder and said nothing.

Reviews are greatly appreciated, and I'm trying to make this as plausible as possible (in Whovian, SG1 and Ent terms anyway.)

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