AN- Welcome to my new story. This is part of a trilogy of trilogies. Part one of trilogy one. Yup, just a normal life. All of my other stories are on hold until I get these ideas out of my brain! Happy New Year! Eat some cake and watch some snow fall. Not here though. No snow for me. Enjoy the story!

Disclaimer- Don't own, never will.

Chapter One

Amelia reed was frustrated. All of this paperwork and not enough time to do it. She was furiously scribbling information on the paperwork when her comm device beeped.

"Starfleet brass," she muttered, flicking a button to answer her caller. To her surprise, a familiar visage filled her screen, definitely not that of an Admiral.

"This is Captain Archer of Enterprise. We're incoming with some fifteen wounded. Starfleet Medical, do you copy?" the man said.

"This is Starfleet Medical, Captain. We hear you loud and clear. List off number of serious injuries and walking wounded, please," Amelia replied. Archer nodded.

"Ten serious, five walking. Please note that a commendation for medical achievement should go to Doctor Phlox," he replied.

"Copy that. Will there be any surgical cases?" Amelia asked Archer.

"Yes, one case. Lieutenant Malcolm Reed, possible life-threatening injuries," a Denobulan replied from the background.

Archer watched the woman's face pale considerably.

"Miss? Are you alright?" Phlox questioned her.

"I am," she whispered, "But Malcolm's not. I'll prep everything. If Malcolm wakes up, you tell him we're going to have a little talk about his getting injured all the time."

Before Phlox could say anything else, the transmission was cut off.

"Odd," Trip Tucker muttered from his seat next to T'Pol's bed, "I coulda swore she was a damn Brit like Malcolm."

Phlox looked up from his computer terminal, "She is. I've taken the liberty of checking her file. Apparently, her name is Amelia Reed. Odd, Mister Reed never mentioned any siblings."

"Because the topic never came up in a discussion," a weak voice stated.

"Malcolm. How are ya?" Trip asked.

"I have a bloody headache and I'm sore, but other than that I feel fine," Malcolm answered, "Amelia is my older sister. Older than me by three years and holds the family record for most stubborn Reed. Agatha's creeping closer though."

"How many of ya Reeds are there, Mal?" Trip asked.

"Four. Now shut up and let me sleep, you damn engineer," Malcolm snapped before falling back asleep.

"Alrighty then, ya damn Brit," Trip muttered.

"Your manners clearly need some improvement," T'Pol scolded him.

"But he basically insulted my engines and told me that I suck!" Trip replied indignantly.

"And Mister Reed is bound to be irritable. He is injured," T'Pol replied evenly. It was true. Malcolm had a number of injuries, most of them internal. Even T'Pol was laid up with a concussion and a broken leg. Hell, even Trip had a broken arm. Archer shook his head. Those two always got in random little bits of trouble, be it an argument or being flung over the railing in Engineering.

As Enterprise parked in orbit around Earth, Phlox loaded the walking wounded onto the transporter pad to be beamed down to the surface. Phlox sure was starting to appreciate the thing more. The serious cases were loaded into a medical shuttle that had docked by the sickbay airlock. With Trip wounded, Starfleet Command saw fit to send up a temporary chief engineer to be in charge of repairs.

Archer sat in his Ready Room, waiting for the new engineer when the door chime rang.

"Enter," he called. Archer almost fell out of his seat when a Vulcan in a Starfleet engineering uniform walked into his Ready Room.

"Are you the new engineer?" Archer asked the Vulcan, berating Admiral Gardner silently in his head.

"Yes, Captain. I am Commander Ston. It is to my understanding that I will be placed in temporary command of the engineering section?" the Vulcan asked.

"Yep. However, you should have a chat with Commander Tucker about some of his ideas for system repairs and for him to update you on some of the modifications that he has made to the systems lately," Archer directed Ston.

"Of course, Captain. And Admiral Gardner sends his greetings and requests a meeting over lunch tomorrow," Ston replied.

"Wouldn't miss it," Archer muttered as Ston walked out.

Trip was chatting avidly with Hoshi and Travis as T'Pol read a Vulcan book of some kind. Trip and Travis were ganging up on Hoshi, pressing her about her first boyfriend and her current interest. No one heard the Vulcan walk in.

"Commander Tucker?" a voice cut in.

"Right here," Trip replied, turning to see a Vulcan. The nurse on duty in the room also turned around. T'Pol looked up from her book.

"Ston. It is agreeable to see you again," T'Pol greeted the new Vulcan.

"Likewise," Ston replied coolly, "Commander Tucker, Captain Archer suggested I discuss your ideas for system repairs and updates with you."

Trip was not pleased with his Captain right now. Not at all.

"No way. No Vulcan is gonna touch my engines. Not in a million years!" Trip yelled. Ston sighed.

"He's trustworthy, so shut up Tucker," the nurse snapped.

"Thank you for your support, Amelia," Ston replied. The British woman snorted. Hoshi laughed.

"I like you already!" Hoshi told her.

"I can feel the love already," Amelia replied, "Malcolm, off the padd. You're supposed to be resting, not working."

"I am resting," Malcolm retorted, "I'm just not resting my eyes."

"Well I'm telling you to rest your damn eyes," she shot right back at him.

"Fine," he sighed. Amelia smirked. Trip was still glaring at the Vulcan, Ston.

"No, he's still not touching my engines! Over my dead body!" Trip yelled.

"Don't tempt me," Ston replied. Amelia giggled. Trip stared.

"Was that a threat?" Travis asked.

"No. I presume that I was mistaken in my attempt to use humor in this conversation," Ston replied calmly.

"Ya think?!" Trip snapped. T'Pol shot him a dirty look.

"I apologize for my mate, Ston," T'Pol spoke quietly, "He has never learned perfect manners."

"It is perfectly all right, T'Pol. I trust your judgment," Ston told her.

"Am I missing something?" Trip said, sounding jealous.

"He is my brother," T'Pol explained.

"Oh," both Trip and Amelia said.

AN- Hope y'all enjoyed it! See y'all next week, hopefully.