Hey, y'all! Here is my take on Trip and T'Pol, and their response to Elizabeth. Hope you enjoy! :)

Violated… I feel utterly violated. T'Pol and I had our DNA stolen, and a baby made from that DNA. We are in love, but that doesn't mean we wanted to have a baby, then or at all!

Elizabeth, that is what we named her. Elizabeth T'Les, after my baby sister and T'Pol's mother. To see this beautiful little girl in T'Pol's arms, is a most wonderful thing.

It also feels very unnatural, seeing her warm brown eyes and her pointed ears. She's undeniably our child, but she also isn't.

We had no time to prepare. Most humans have nine months. We had less than an hour. To have a needy, living person thrust at us was almost too much to handle.

"Trip." I heard T'Pol's voice on the communicator.

"Yes, I'm here." I responded.

"Can you please come down to Sickbay, as quickly as possible?" her normally steady voice quivered.

I swallowed thickly. "I'll be right there." I ran to the turbolift, not thinking about my steps. My thoughts were going warp six, worrying that something had happened to Elizabeth, and was she ok?

I entered Sickbay and saw Phlox standing next to T'Pol with a somber look on his normally cheery face. They were standing in front of a small glass box that as I got closer, I could see it held Elizabeth, and was being used as an incubator.

"What's wrong with her?" I asked Phlox, almost too afraid to ask.

"I'm very sorry Commander Tucker and T'Pol, but Elizabeth is dying." Phlox continued, but I barely heard what he said, as everything I heard was dimmed, like cotton balls were stuffed in my ears. I didn't notice I was falling until I hit the solid seat of a chair. That was my wake up call. I now tuned in acutely to every word Doctor Phlox said. "It appears the DNA between humans and Vulcans is incompatible. I am so sorry."

As Phlox left to give us privacy, I turned to see T'Pol's reaction, and saw that tears were rolling gently down her cheeks. I felt warm liquid on my face and realized I was crying as well. I held out my arms and T'Pol gratefully accepted my embrace, something unusual, but I could not comment on it at that time. I barely managed to choke out, "How long?" to T'Pol.

She replied, "Three and a half hours."

I lost it completely, sobbing into T'Pol's shoulder. I felt her tiny body shaking in my arms, and I knew she felt the very same way.

Our flesh and blood daughter, not matter how she was created, was dying!

There is no worse feeling…

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