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The first thing T'Pol noticed was the blinding light. She closed her eyes to shut it out. She heard the sounds of Doctor Phlox his animals and immediately knew that she was in sickbay.

The question was, why was she here? She tried very hard to remember anything but everything was hazy. It frightened her. She could feel her control slipping away and hoped very much that only Doctor Phlox was here in sickbay, and not Captain Archer or Commander Tucker. With so little control a comment from Mr. Tucker would make her cry, or yell.

She opened her eyes again and looked through sickbay.

No such luck. Commander Tucker was sitting on a chair next to her. Doctor Phlox was busy with what appeared scans. The first thing she realized was that Commander Tucker was not dressed in his uniform but in civilian clothing and that he was holding her hand.

'Hey, sweetie. You gave us all quite a scare!' Said Mr. Tucker smiling and rubbed her hand.

Her eyes widened and she pulled her hand out his grip.

'What are you doing, commander?' Said T'Pol surprised. Confusion, fear, desire, anger coursed through her body and she trembled, trying to suppress those powerful emotions.

'Honey?' Asked Trip. Doctor Phlox now stood next to her.

'Ah, Commander Tucker, how are you feeling?' Asked Phlox smiling.

'Commander Tucker?' T'Pol tried to get off the bio-bed but Phlox and Trip held her on it. 'Let me go!'

'Phlox, what's wrong with her?' Asked Trip worried.

The doors of sickbay opened and a young woman with dirty blonde hair in a ponytail and Vulcan ears came in. She wore civilian clothing and carried some PADDS. She smiled at the sight of T'Pol.

'Mother!' Said the young woman and walked over.

'What is happening? What is happening? Let me go! Let me go!' T'Pol struggled to get out of Trip his grasp. Normally she could have easily escaped but she was a lot weaker now.

'Honey, stop. Tell me what you remember!' Yelled Trip but didn't get a response, T'Pol was trying her best to escape. Doctor Phlox grabbed her and tried to give her a hypospray. T'Pol fought and tried to get away but Trip grabbed her head and T'Pol saw the hypospray coming closer.

Then everything went black.

'She doesn't remember anything?'

'Nothing, cap'n. Nothing, she was practically trying to escape. And then T'Mir came in what only made her more emotional. Doc had to sedate her.'

'Jeez, Trip, this is bad. I can only imagine what you and T'Mir are going through now.'

'Maybe Doc can restore her memory..'

'Phlox is a good doctor, don't give up hope yet, Trip.'

T'Pol listened to the captain and Mr. Tucker who were standing next to her biobed, talking. She had been meditating, not letting the doctor know she was awake yet. She needed to have some more control before she could find out what had happened.

She had figured out that she was married to Mr. Tucker.

No Trip. If she was really married to him she couldn't call him Mr. Tucker. That wasn't really appropriate. And that the woman, T'Mir, was their daughter..

And that she didn't remember anything. She couldn't remember why she was in coma. She only vaguely remembered something about the captain sending her and Hoshi Sato on a mission. Then everything was hazy, draped in mist, and she couldn't reach it. It was just beyond her grasp.

And that scared her.

She felt a hand stroking her cheek.

'T'Pol, are you awake?' T'Pol opened her eyes and looked at Trip.

Not Mr. Tucker.

Trip.

Definitely Trip.

He looked at her worriedly and very caring. T'Pol was almost touched by his concern. She envied the humans for the emotions they had. Vulcans couldn't express their emotions without being totally overwhelmed.

'I am.' Said T'Pol. Captain Archer stood next to Trip, he had a beard now and his hair was grayer

'Ah, T'Pol. Well, I should leave you two alone. Keep me updated, will ya?' Asked Archer. Trip nodded and then Archer left sickbay. Trip sat down next to her, holding her hand.

'You have been in coma for a week, darling. Got injured when you helped me in engineering. You were so stubborn, insisted that you didn't need any help. We were arguing and you were focusing on me. You made a mistake and then you hit by a energy surge. We thought you were going to die. Can you remember anything?' Asked Trip.

T'Pol shook her head.

'Are we married?' She asked bluntly. Trip chuckled.

'Yup, can you remember that. Or T'Mir?' He asked. T'Pol felt sorry to disappoint him.

'No.' She whispered.

'Okay. Well, we have to talk you through everything, but don't worry. I took enough pictures. Still obsessed with my camera.' Said Trip. T'Pol knew that when he was sad he always tried to make a joke of it.

He was very sad right now, she could see it, hear it and she just knew it.

And it made her sad, that he was sad. It shouldn't be, but right now his emotions were affecting hers.

'We married. It was a Human ceremony but we wore Vulcan robes and we said our vows in Vulcan. A year later you got pregnant from T'Mir Catherine Tucker. You had an extremely hard pregnancy and you would work form your quarters. But when she was born we had one lovely angel. Starfleet gave us permission to raise T'Mir aboard. She's nineteen now and already one hell of a engineer. Helps sometimes in engineer but she also has a knack for piloting the ship. Travis is already jealous of her skills.' Trip ranted on, looking at the floor. 'This must be really strange for you.' He then said.
'Indeed.' Said T'Pol.

She was telling the truth. She tried one more time to remember anything but she couldn't. She couldn't reach it, how hard she tried, she didn't remember a thing.

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