Author's Note: I watched The Vow…nuff said. It's an AU story where T'Pol's parents are alive and takes place after Terra Prime by about eight months. Paramount owns the rights, I make nothing. If you read it, review it!

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Trip Tucker was walking behind T'Pol in the market, a sack of vegetables slung over his shoulder.

"They've got some of those purple root vegetables over there!" He called to her as he pointed in the direction of another stand.

She nodded in the direction he pointed and walked toward the stand. They were on Leave on Mercuio Seven and enjoying every minute of their time together. It was a honeymoon of sorts, their first time alone and off Enterprise since they married privately. They hadn't shared their news with many and besides Jon and the senior staff, they had decided to keep it quiet. Trip still felt a little guilty about not telling his parents, but they would be on Earth in a few months and he'd be able to tell them in person.

When he finally caught up with her, she had already purchased the vegetables and was looking at a nearby stand that was selling some clay pottery.

"Not much use for a serving dish on board," Trip said over her shoulder as she admired the tray.

"I was thinking it might be a smart purchase for my parents," T'Pol said as she met his eyes. "It will help if we come with a gift."

"They know we're married already," Trip said with a smirk. "You think a clay tray is going to smooth things over?"

T'Pol arched an eyebrow in his direction.

"Maybe we need a bigger tray?" Trip chuckled as he kissed the side of her face.

T'Pol elbowed him gently in the ribs and leaned over. "How much for this?"

Trip could feel her tight ass rub up against his pelvis and he groaned audibly.

"Darlin'" he said softly.

T'Pol looked over her shoulder and winked at him; she knew exactly what she was doing.

They had been on Mercuio for five days and tonight was their last night; T'Pol had insisted on making a nice dinner for them. The majority of the Enterprise crew was stationed in another town, so they had enjoyed a private honeymoon without prying eyes. It had been a wonderful time spent mostly in bed; her suggesting she make dinner had forced them out of their happy little apartment for the first time in three days.

"Buy it if you think it will help," Trip said as he eyed a stand of scarves on a raised stand across the market. The golden one would look gorgeous against her bronze skin. "I'll be right back."

Trip walked across the market square and toward the stand.

'It'll be nice,' he thought. 'To start living together after they board Enterprise. A man could get used to waking up with T'Pol each morning.'

Some modifications were made to T'Pol's quarters on Enterprise while they were away and everyone who didn't know they were married, soon would. In fact, Trip was sure, rumors were probably running rampant on board with them staying together and the modifications being made.

They'd been married for two weeks and had been living between their two rooms, but Jon had suggested a change was in order, and Trip had agreed to it in no time flat. The modifications to T'Pol's quarters were a surprise for her; her quarters bordered a storage locker that added another 6 square metres to their living space, it was still small for two people, but larger than either of their cabins.

"Can I see the gold one?" Trip asked as he pointed to the beautiful scarf hanging on a hook. "How much?"

He fingered the soft material and pictured himself tying it around her hair while she looked up at him.

Trip stole a glance at T'Pol who was patiently waiting for her platter to get wrapped against damage and then back at the man who ran the stall.

"Hem figgets," he said with a thick accent. Trip quickly calculated the conversion in his head and nodded; the scarf for his wife was worth the sixty dollars.

As he turned to hand the man his figgets Trip was thrown to the ground by an explosion across the market. The booth he was standing at fell onto him and it took him several moments before he re-gained consciousness. The ringing in his ears was deafening and there were some particles in his eyes that stung. His back was damaged, and he felt something jutting out of his leg. Trip crawled out from under the rubble and looked around. The marketplace was chaos and the place where T'Pol had last been was a wreck. He hobbled toward where she should be, climbing over debris and people without thought.

"T'Pol?!" He screamed, his voice weak and his throat torn. "T'Pol!"

Trip got to where he thought there should be a stand and looked around; she had been much closer to the blast than he had. He couldn't feel her through their bond and that scared the daylights out of him.

He called her name again and again with his scratchy voice and started to pull debris off the ground in hopes he could find her safely trapped under something. He heard someone screaming from underneath a pile and started to pull market items, wood, brick and god knows what else away; he was sure it sounded like T'Pol's voice. When he got to the bottom it was a young girl, no more than fifteen, crawling toward him on her hands and knees, grateful he'd helped her and there, laying behind her, was T'Pol unconscious.

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"I don't under…" Trip said as he watched the doctors work on T'Pol and appear to ask him questions. He had lost his universal translator in the blast and had no idea what anyone was saying about his wife.

"Jyeb quinowey?" the doctor or nurse kept saying to him. It sounded like a question, but Trip wasn't sure.

"Please just help her!" Trip called to the doctor. "Anything you can do. She's Vulcan and...do you have experience with Vulcans?"

He paced back and forth running his hand through his hair as he watched them take some sort of readings.

"Jyeb quinowey?" She asked again.

"I. don't. understand!" Trip articulated to the doctor.

"Jyeb quinowey?" She asked yet again, more forcefully this time as she held some sort of device over T'Pol's body.

"I don't…" Trip started again.

"She wants to know if T'Pol is pregnant," Hoshi Sato's voice called out as she walked into the room.

"Hoshi! Thank god!" Trip gasped as he turned to face her flabbergasted.

"Is she pregnant?" Hoshi asked Trip.

"No," Trip replied confused. "Not…not that I know of. Uh, no, no she wouldn't be."

"Liuuenwq," Hoshi replied to the doctor.

The doctor nodded and immediately started to direct her nurses to work on T'Pol. She attached the device to T'Pol's abdomen and liquid began to pump into her.

"What…what are they doing to her?" Trip asked Hoshi.

"Hffrew lippr juew tanklw hi-kiwqag?" Hoshi asked for him.

The doctor replied back quickly and pushed Trip out of the way so she could continue to work.

"It sounds like she's got internal damage," Hoshi started. "Pvew Cyulie?"

The doctor spoke extensively to Hoshi while Trip looked between the two of them hoping the news was good.

"They are worried about her intestines and one of her heart valves," Hoshi explained. "There's some swelling in her brain and they are placing her in a coma so…"

"A coma?!" Trip snapped. "Why the hell…?"

"I think it's for her protection," Hoshi said as she looked at him worried.

"For her…?"

"Trip, just calm down, they're doing everything they can," Hoshi said as she grasped his hand in hers. "When we heard there was an explosion Captain Archer sent a team down right away."

"Who else is here?" Trip asked Hoshi.

"Malcolm is securing the area and…" Hoshi started.

"She's lost a lot of blood," Trip said absently as he watched his wife.

"It usually looks like more than it is," Hoshi said softly.

"Phlox?" Trip asked.

"We're trying to locate him," Hoshi offered. "He was hiking."

Trip huffed and craned his neck to look over a doctor's shoulder.

A bunch of monitors started to beep around T'Pol and the medical team suddenly started to wheel her out of the room.

"Wait! What? Where are they going?" Trip called after them.

"Bpitor?!" Hoshi called after them as Trip and she followed the medical team.

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"You really should eat," Jon said as he clapped Trip on the shoulder.

"I'm fine," Trip said from someplace buried in his hands.

"I'll stay with her while you…" Jon started again.

"Please stop," Trip groaned.

Jon huffed loudly and started to pace between Trip's seat and the small window.

"How much longer do they expect she'll stay in the coma?" Jon inquired.

"The swelling is down so they've dialed down the meds and she can come out of it anytime," Trip said as he sat up slightly and took T'Pol's limp hand in his. He was wearing some new clothes Jon had brought him and had showered, but days of beard growth was starting to itch and annoy him. He hadn't left T'Pol's side for more than a washroom break in days.

"Have you contacted her parents?" Jon asked.

"I sent a message three days ago and I haven't heard back," Trip said softly.

Jon looked at him confused. He was surprised T'Pol's parents hadn't replied when their daughter was in such critical shape.

"You need to sleep," Jon said softly as he looked at Trip.

"I need to see if she'll wake up before I can lay down myself," Trip groaned as he stretched his back. "'Sides I get fifty winks every hour or so. This chair and I are best friends now."

Just then, T'Pol's monitors started to beep. Trip looked at her expectantly and Jon took a few steps closer to them.

"T'Pol?" Trip asked softly as he leaned into her slightly.

Jon and Trip watched as nothing happened.

"Must just be…" Jon started.

Trip turned to look at him and nod, but, when he looked back at T'Pol she was laying there with her eyes open.

"T'Pol," he sighed as he picked up her hand and leaned forward a little farther.

She pulled her hand back from his and looked at him confused.

"How are you feeling?" Trip asked.

"I have a headache," T'Pol explained as she looked toward the Captain and attempted to sit up slightly.

"Whoa, wait a second there," Trip said as he stood and gently put his hand on her shoulder to keep her from rising further.

T'Pol pulled back from him and knitted her brows together.

"T'Pol?" Trip asked, surprised by her actions.

"Commander, please stop handling me," T'Pol said annoyed.

"Commander?" Trip chuckled. "That coma has given you quite the sense of humor. I know I look a little mountain man but…"

T'Pol looked at Jon confused.

"T'Pol?" Jon asked as he stepped toward her. "Is something the matter?"

"I don't understand why I'm here or why Commander Tucker is so concerned for my well-being," T'Pol explained.

"Concerned with your well-being?" Trip asked astonished.

"Why am I here?" T'Pol asked Captain Archer, ignoring Trip.

"You were shopping in a market and there was an explosion," Jon explained calmly as he looked at her. "You've been in the hospital for four days and…"

"Why am I not on board Enterprise? Where is Phlox?" T'Pol asked, alarmed.

"Phlox was here earlier, he just left a half hour ago and…" Trip started.

"What planet is this?" T'Pol asked annoyed as she ignored Trip and sat up more fully.

"You really shouldn't…" Trip started as he lunged forward at her.

T'Pol pulled away from him and gave him a dirty look.

"Darlin'?" Trip asked, confused.

"Please refer to me as Sub-Commander," T'Pol said primly. "I am not interested in human nicknames."

"T'Pol?" Trip asked, still confused.

"You are on Mercuio Seven," Archer explained as he eyed T'Pol suspiciously. "What is the last thing you remember?"

T'Pol looked at him seriously. "I was on board Enterprise and in my quarters. I was composing a personal communication to the family of my fiancé, Koss."

"What?!" Trip gasped.

T'Pol looked at him annoyed.

"I'm sorry, you don't…don't remember anything after that? P'Jem? The Expanse? Elizabeth? US?" Trip asked, his voice loud.

T'Pol looked between him and Archer confused.

"What's the approximate star date?" Jon asked T'Pol

"If it has been four days that I have been unconscious, then it is September 13, 2151," T'Pol said assuredly.

Trip looked at her confused and upset. He ran his hand through his hair and turned his back to her, trying to calm down before he spoke again.

"T'Pol," Archer said as he stepped closer to her. "It's August 5, 2155."

T'Pol looked at him confused and noted when Commander Tucker turned around she could feel an odd connection to him in her mind; it was faint, but he was trying to reach her somehow.

Commander Tucker was looking at her so intently T'Pol couldn't take her eyes off him. There was laughter at the back of her mind, a soft…touch. Immediately, T'Pol closed her mind to these thoughts and sat up straighter.

"You felt me there!" Trip said excitedly. "I saw it on your face."

"I assure you, Commander, you merely saw confusion," T'Pol explained. "How is it that I cannot remember four years?"

"T'Pol," Trip said as he sat on the side of her bed and took her hand in his. "The memories are there, you just need to access them and…and then things will be fine."

"You are behaving as if we are more than colleagues," T'Pol noted awkwardly.

"We're…we're married," Trip said as he watched her face for any kind of reaction. There was none. "We are bond-mates and…"

"Impossible," T'Pol said as she pulled her hand from his grasp. "I would never bond with a human. I am engaged to Koss and…"

The hurt expression on Trip's face was not lost on Captain Archer.

"T'Pol," Jon said as he placed a hand on Trip's shoulder. "I can assure you that you and Trip are married. I performed the ceremony myself three weeks ago on Enterprise. You are also no longer with the High Command, but a Starfleet officer. And you…you and Trip have been together for a while now."

"Just over a year and a half," Trip supplied, his voice betraying his nervousness. "We have had some ups and downs…but things started, romantically, about a year and a half ago. We were really good friends before that, though."

"Impossible," T'Pol said as she pulled the sheet covering her up her lap a little farther. "Is this some type of human practical joke? I wish to see a doctor."

A machine nearby started to beep eratically and Trip looked at it alarmed.

"Honey, don't excite yourself or…" Trip said as he cupped her shoulder.

T'Pol jerked away from him and the machines started to beep even louder.

"I want to see a doctor, now," T'Pol said angrily.

Just then, a medical team came into the room and before T'Pol could speak with them or ask questions, some fluid was injected into her and she fell back onto the bed, unconscious.

"What did you do to her?!" Trip demanded.

"She was agitated and causing further damage," the doctor said through the universal translator. "She needs to remain calm and rested."

"She doesn't remember the last four years!" Trip said loudly.

"Trip," Jon attempted to calm him.

"No, Jon!" Trip snapped at his friend. "This is…I want T'Pol back. Where's my wife?"

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