Just gonna answer a few reviewers.

pookha: I did not know that Vulcans could sense when others died. I always assumed they couldn't because they are touch telepaths. But then again I tend to avoid TOS like the plague due to my dislike of Shatner. Also, interesting idea that the planets had just been moved, but I'm afraid that they are certainly blowing up. It's more dramatic that way! Lol.

firebirdgirl: You're a delightfully loyal reader, and always very encouraging, so I just wanna say thanks, and yes, the culprits are deader than doornails when this lot get their hands on 'em. If they can find them that is.

Firewolfe: I hope you like this series as much as the last one.

framework4: The reason that there are co-captains on Enterprise at the moment will be explained at some point in this fic. In my fics it is possible.

Enjoy the next chapter, we're off to the 31st century now!

Chapter 2

Daniels groaned as his alarm went off. He reached out blindly and smacked it hard. It ignored this and continued to blare at him. Daniels smacked it again, and still it didn't shut up.

"Wha-?"

Daniels pulled his head out from under the covers and glared at his alarm clock. About a thousand years since the original invention of the alarm clock and the damn thing had barely changed. It still annoyed the hell out of those who weren't morning people.

Daniels glare changed to confused when he found a small PADD stuck to it. It was about the size of a 21st century paper Post It and was pale blue with bright orange writing. With a muffled groan Daniels grabbed the PADD and read the note on it.

"Hey Jack!

Just so you know, you asked me to make sure you woke up today, so I set the alarm to 'sensory mode'. It won't stop until you get up and if you try to get back into the bed it'll go off even louder.

Have fun!

Henry."

Daniels groaned again and buried his face in his pillow before pulling himself out of bed. As he staggered to the bathroom the alarm shut itself off. Daniels sighed to himself in relief and then shouted,

"HENRY!"

There was no answer. Clearly, as usual, his roommate had been up, had breakfast, washed and dressed, and gone to work at the Time Agency. And as Daniels got out of the sonic shower –which he swore had only taken five minutes- he realised he was late again!

Swearing in Klingon and wondering how he had lost time, Daniels threw on his uniform and grabbed a quick nutrition bar that tasted like plasma residue. He mused on how it would make more sense for Henry to wake him up when he himself was getting up. Henry was never late, and if Daniels got up with him, he wouldn't be either. However, Henry would inform him that he only woke him up to amuse himself and not to serve Daniels in any way. This thought made Daniels smile to himself as he transported to the Time Agency.

The Time Agency was located in Cardiff, for a few reasons, one being that the rest of Earth had become very sick of America holding all the major buildings involved in the Federation. A United Earth –one politician had stated- did not mean they were all Americans, nor did it mean that America was in charge of United Earth. Malcolm Reed had been used as a prime example of non-American contributories to Starfleet more than once. Daniels felt sorry for his descendants. He knew how they felt very well.

The Time Agency was a beautiful building, built near the Roald Dahl Plass, and was shaped like an hourglass, and made of glass and metal for the most part. The very centre of the building, when observed from a distance, looked like black obsidian powder caught in the bottom of the top half and the top of the bottom half. Daniels was often reminded of the hourglass from the original Wizard of Oz movie, staring Judy Garland, which the Wicked Witch of the West uses when she has Dorothy trapped in the castle -in the 2134 version the witch had used a strange timer that Daniels felt lacked the imposing character of the original hourglass. This was reinforced by the fact that many people regarded the Time Agency with some suspicion.

Daniels barely had a chance to glance around the reception area with a little grin as he always did when he arrived, before he was tackled from behind and dragged along by the waist, the toes of his boots squeaking across the floor.

"Jack! About time! Where've you been?"

"Henry –Ack!" Daniels didn't have time to ask his roommate and partner any questions as he was yanked by the stronger man down a corridor and into the central area of the Time Agency. There it was absolute chaos. Everyone was running around and the head of the Agency was screaming at absolutely everyone. "Henry hide me!"

"What?" Henry's antennas squirmed on top of his head, as he frowned at Daniels, who was ducking down a little.

"Agerton is on the rampage and we both know that if he sees me it'll somehow be-"

"Daniels!"

"-my fault." Daniels straightened up trying to look calm. "Yessir?"

"Daniels you're not only late, you're in serious bullshit!"

Admiral Agerton may have been half Denobulan, but it was clear his Romulan side won out in personality. He was tall, thickset and instead of a full Denobulan grin, he had an accentuated frown. And right now that was directed at Daniels full force and only grew when Daniels blurted,

"What kind of bullshit sir?"

Henry snorted and both Daniels and Agerton glared at the blue skin.

"You too Theres." said Agerton, pointing at Henry. Henry looked nonplussed as he pointed to himself.

"Me?"

"Yes you! You're Daniels' partner."

"Yessir, but he's the one who always screws things up."

"Thanks for the support Henry."

"Oh shut it pink-skin!" snapped Henry.

"Gentlemen! Vulcan just exploded in your timeframe! I trust you two are prepared to handle this situation?"

Daniels blinked in alarm, "Vulcan just blew up!? How'd that happen?"

"We don't know yet. That's your job. Which you were late to."

"As you already pointed out sir."

Agerton sighed, his vivid blue eyes flashing, "It baffles me as to how you can work at the Time Agency and still be late every day."

"In all fairness sir… he does screw up the timeline a lot." said Henry, a wry grin on his face.

"Seriously Henry, stop showing your love and support of me so obviously. People will talk." sneered Daniels as he rubbed a hand over his face and head. He noted that his hairline was beginning to recede. True, he'd always had a high forehead, but Daniels couldn't lie to himself that it seemed to be getting higher.

"Both of you get to work NOW!" roared Agerton. Daniels and Henry scurried away like the fires of hell were after them.

They hid in their office and quickly downloaded all the data on the incident. As they were about to start discussing it, the doors burst open in an overly dramatic way and their friend Klaang entered the scene.

"You've heard?"

"Oh we have! We're gonna fix it Klaang." said Henry, trying to sound placating. Klaang, who was more or less fully Vulcan, was about as temperamental as… well, a Vulcan, despite his Klingon name. Thus, there was very little need for Henry to try to placate him.

"I'm sure you will. You always fix Daniels' screw ups."

"Hey! This is not my fault!" snapped Daniels, looking up from his consol.

"Of course." Klaang's voice almost dripped with patronising sincerity. Funny how Vulcans were able to be emotionless masters of sarcasm. Daniels growled. He hated the fact that he had a reputation for screwing up the timeline, just because he'd been involved in the Temporal Cold War three years ago and had had to fix the messes caused by it. "I hope you can figure out a way to bring Vulcan back. I don't want my homeworld gone forever."

"Don't worry Klaang –uh oh!" Henry's eyes widened in alarm as he stared at the consol.

"What?"

Henry looked up at Daniels. He was going white. "The day after Vulcan blows up… Andoria does too."

"Ambassador, how are you doing?" asked Archer as Soval entered the Captain's mess.

"I am well, considering the circumstances." Soval looked old and tired to Archer as he sat down. His face was a grey colour and he had dark green circles under his eyes. T'Pol, already seated at the table, did not look much better.

"I don't know what to say." said Archer, hating the fact that there was no words for such a situation as this.

"There are no words. Not yet."

The door hissed open and Shran entered, Soval in his arms. The baby was sucking his thumb and his antennas were slacked, like he was sleepy. Shran's antennas matched his son's.

"Morning." he grunted as he set Soval in his highchair and sat down. "How're you two?" he asked the Vulcans.

"I am well." said Ambassador Soval, but he didn't quite meet Shran's eyes and Shran looked dubious. T'Pol said nothing.

"Have we heard anything from the investigation?"

"Not yet. They're reluctant to approach the very site because of high levels of radiation coming from where… where it happened." Archer couldn't bring himself to say, 'where Vulcan used to be'. It was far too soon. Shran nodded in understanding.

"I still can't believe it's gone. I always assumed it would be there forever, supplying me with a never-ending amount of pains in my ass."

Both T'Pol and Ambassador Soval looked at Shran, but neither seemed upset over his joke. Rather they seemed to pick up the sadness underneath it and understand. Shran propped his head up in his hands, and stared out over Ambassador Soval's head at the stars. Their breakfast was delivered a few moments later. The crewmen were quicker than they'd ever been. Apparently they could sense the tension and awkwardness between the four people.

T'Pol and Ambassador Soval began to sip their Plomeek Broth and Shran and Archer dug into their pancakes without enthusiasm. Little Soval looked around at them all and reached out for the small spoon in his bowl of mushy pumpkin –or whatever that was. He tried to put it in his mouth but missed and got it all over his face and bib. Shran sighed and took hold of the spoon, cleaned Soval and then proceeded to feed him with one hand while the Andorian fed himself with the other. Soval kicked the tray of his high chair to amuse himself, but stopped when Shran's antennas rose up in a warning manner. He was still and quiet after that.

"He has grown since I last saw him." said Ambassador Soval.

"He gets bigger every week. He'll be a big strong young boy soon." said Shran with fierce pride.

"Indeed." Ambassador Soval nodded his approval. Shran smiled a little, then frowned for a moment, before letting out a yell like he'd just been stabbed. He grabbed his head and fell off his seat screaming in agony. Soval started screaming too, his hands jerking towards his head and he writhed in his chair while Shran writhed on the floor.

Archer jumped to his feet and crouched down by Shran's side, trying to hold him down.

"Shran what is it?"

Shran didn't answer, but his eyes rolled back into his head and he began to tremble, like he was going into shock. Soval's screams halted and Archer looked up to see him trembling in T'Pol's arms the exact same way. T'Pol's expression was one of almost open concern. Archer leapt at the comm.

"Archer to Phlox, get down here NOW!"

"They both went into shock at the same time Andoria what?"

"At the same time Andoria blew up." sighed Malcolm, who'd been in command on the bridge that morning when Shran and Soval had collapsed. "We got the message just after we heard what had happened to Shran and Soval. It looks like it's the same as what happened to Vulcan. We just got reports that every Andorian not on the planet went into shock due to the backlash of every one of their relations on Andoria dying so suddenly."

Archer paced across the centre of sickbay, his mind reeling from what he'd just been told. As he turned to pace back to Malcolm, he glanced at Shran, lying on the biobed, unconscious. He was as white as an Aenar. Lying on his chest was Soval, clinging to his father's shirt as he slept, little antennas drooping in misery. Phlox had had to work double time to save their lives, and had found that both Andorian and half-Andorian were soothed when they were in close proximity to one another. It had been T'Pol's idea to lay Soval on Shran's chest. This was the way Soval normally took his afternoon naps when Shran had him, while his father did paperwork.

T'Pol stood next to them, one hand rubbing her son's back, and the other was clutching Trip's tightly. She seemed to be struggling to maintain her control on her emotions.

'This is ridiculous! How is this happening? And why would two planets, lightyears from each other blow up within a day of each other? This makes no sense!'

It was at that moment it hit Archer that Andoria was gone… that Lissiel was gone.

'Lissiel.'

Archer may not have really understood where they had stood in their relationship, but he had understood that, in her own unique way, Lissiel had cared about him, and he'd cared for her. Maybe even loved her. And now she was just gone.

Grief welled up in Archer's throat as he wondered whether she'd felt any pain when it had happened. Maybe it had been too quick to feel any pain. He wondered how he hadn't realised this loss until just now. Lissiel was Shran's sister. He should have made the connection. But he hadn't. Everything was happing at once. Archer was having trouble keeping up.

Shran groaned and his antennas shifted forward. Archer looked at him and grimaced. This would not go well.

Shran reached up with one hand and pressed it to his brow.

"Oh my head…" he muttered. Then his eyes popped open and he sat up with a jolt. Soval woke up, and didn't fall,but began crying. Shran looked around like a trapped animal, his eyes unfocused. His arms wrapped around Soval in an automatic movement, rocking the baby. Archer realised he was looking for the bond all Andorians share with their family. All of it was gone, from his siblings to all his cousins and nieces and nephews… tears came into Archer's eyes as he thought of how many people Shran had just lost. Had T'Pol lost as many people? Had Ambassador Soval? Archer hadn't asked. He should have asked!

"Pink-skin?" Shran sounded lost as he met Archer's eyes. There was vulnerability in the Andorian's chocolate brown eyes. That wasn't right. Shran was rarely vulnerable, and when he was, he didn't let it show. "What happened Pink-skin?"

"Andoria… Andoria exploded just like Vulcan, Shran. I'm so sorry."

Shran stared at him, his mouth open a little. "M-my family? They're all gone, except for him." Shran looked down at Soval who was still whimpering, although he'd stopped crying. Shran shook his head, "No… it can't be. My sisters, my brothers… Senkrad… Sen can't be gone."

"Andoria exploded at 0823 hours. You collapsed at the exact same moment."

Shran's jaw trembled, and he held Soval tight. The Andorian shook his head, "No. It can't be. Andoria… Andoria was supposed to last forever. We fought so it could last forever. How… why…?" Shran's face went from distraught to hard as stone in the blink of an eye. "Who? Who did this?"

"We don't know yet, but we're trying to figure it out."

"That won't bring them back, will it?" hissed Shran, now trembling with fury.

"No… no it won't."

"I'll kill them. Whoever did this… I will kill them!"

"Shran… please, calm down."

"Calm down, calm down? Would you want to calm down if it was Earth that blew up? Would you want to calm down if it was your family that had just been murdered? Would you!?"

"No… no… I wouldn't."

Shran got off the biobed, leaning on it when his legs trembled. Then he drew himself up and walked over to Archer, bringing his face right into Archer's. "When I find out who did this I will hunt them down and I will kill them. And you know as well as I do that if you were in my position you'd do the same thing!"

Archer sighed, knowing he would get nowhere with reason with the Andorian. And truth was, he did want to kill the person behind this –if there was one. Billions and billions of people, men, women, children… Lissiel, all gone. Someone had to pay! Archer nodded.

"Good." growled Shran. "Now… what do we know?"

"We know nothing?!"

Daniels pinched the bridge of his nose at Agerton's exclamation. "How can it be that you know nothing?"

"Sir, I swear we have been trying. But there's nothing to explain how a planet that was supposed to exist for millions of years more just blew up." said Henry, standing straight and proud, as Andorians always did.

"We also have no idea why we aren't affected by it sir." added Daniels, slouching in his seat.

"What do you mean?"

"Why are we still here? Why is everything as it was when Vulcan was around? Our 31st century Vulcan is still there. Only in the 22nd century planet is it gone."

"That makes no sense!"

"It's a paradox. And we need to figure out how it's being maintained."

"You think the Cabal have anything to do with it?"

"No, doesn't look like it. These signatures we've found aren't normal for their weapons."

"Well then you two know what you have to do."

"Aw sir! Do we have to?" groaned Henry. Agerton grabbed Henry by the front of his shirt and brought them nose to nose. Henry's eyes widened and his antennas squirmed in alarm.

"This is your problem and if you don't fix it, it's not just your ass on the line! The entire timeline could be screwed up! The fate of the Federation itself could very well be in your hands. Now get going!"

"Yessir!" Henry saluted Agerton and pulled himself out of Agerton's grasp, "C'mon Jack."

Daniels lifted his head up and opened his mouth to say something, but Henry grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and dragged him out of the room before he could say anything more than "Erk!"

What do people think of Henry? Just curious really, and I will explain why he's got such a human name for an Andorian soon enough, I promise. And has anyone any theories what's happening? I know, but can anyone hazard a guess?

Night's Darkness.