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Some Rules are Meant to be Broken, Part 3

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Chapter One

Archer arrived on the bridge almost two hours late. As he walked onto the bridge, his smile was infectious. He walked in thinking he would relieve his engineer from command, but noticed Commander Tucker wasn't on the bridge.

"Hello, Captain," said Hoshi.

"Hello."

"Feeling better, sir?"

"What?" he asked.

Hoshi squished her face from side to side. "You were in sickbay, sir."

"Oh, yes. Feeling better, thanks."

Reed turned around. "Captain, we were starting to get concerned about you. We went to your quarters and to the gym, but couldn't locate you."

"Thanks, Lt. Reed. I guess I was incommunicado," said Archer.

"We almost decided to do a systems search until Hoshi contacted Sub commander T'Pol," said Reed.

Archer looked back at Hoshi with his eyebrows raised. "I'm glad you found me," he said. He crossed the room. "Is Commander Tucker in my ready room?" he asked.

Hoshi spoke up first. "Yes, sir."

He nodded and rang the chime on his own door.

"Come on in," he heard through the other side.

Archer's grin widened. He never knew what it felt like to be on the other side. He noticed it was difficult to hear through the door. He'd have to remember to speak up when he asked people to enter his office.

Archer walked in and Commander Tucker stood up. "Cap'n," said Tucker.

As the door swished shut, Archer shook his head. "I'm really sorry."

Tucker shrugged. "Gave me a chance to catch up on my engineering reports." He paused. "Everything straight between you two?" he asked referring to Archer and Sub commander T'Pol.

Archer smiled. "I think so. But, I need to contact Admiral Forrest."

"Cap'n, he doesn't need to know what's going on between the two of you. I mean, hell, you've waived fraternization regs for pretty much everyone on board."

"Trip, rules are rules. He does need to know. You report to me, and I report to him. I think it's best I talk with him about this and get his ruling."

"You gonna talk with Ambassador Soval, too?" asked Tucker.

"No. I understand the Vulcans do not have the same rules about fraternization. Besides," he lowered his voice. "I'm not sure how the Vulcans would react." He rubbed the back of his neck.

Tucker narrowed his eyes. "You mean about you being with T'Pol, or about a Human and a Vulcan?"

"Both."

Tucker nodded. "Good luck," he said, walking out.

Archer looked over the reports on his desk and over at the screen. He took a deep breath. "Ensign Sato," he said, pushing the com.

"Yes, sir?" she responded.

"Could you get me Admiral Forrest?" he asked.

"Yes, sir."

Archer's heart began to race and he tried to steady his nerves. As the Admiral's face appeared at his console, Archer smiled.

"Admiral," said Archer.

"Jon, I thought your report wasn't for a few days. This a social call?" asked Forrest.

His grin faded slightly. "I wish it was, sir. No I needed your advice and help on something."

Forrest nodded. "Okay, continue, Captain."

Archer scratched his head. "Several days ago, I witnessed some fraternizing between crewmembers."

"I see. Not surprisingly really. We knew this would be a problem. Two years of celibacy is a lot to ask your crew," said Forrest. "And they're not coming home anytime soon."

Archer nodded. "Two years without relations is a lot to ask the crew, sir. I discussed an unofficial policy with Commander Tucker and Sub commander T'Pol that the crew should be allowed to fraternize as long as it wasn't with a direct or indirect report that would impact their duties. This unofficial policy was for crew and officers alike."

Forrest smiled. "I think that's a very good idea. Don't want to give the impression of impropriety. Do you need me to approve it?" Forrest was still unsure why Archer was contacting him.

"No, sir. I wanted to inform you I have violated fraternization rules and my unofficial policy."

Forrest's smile faded and a frown formed. "I don't understand."

"I'm romantically involved with a member of my crew."

"Jon, who is it?" asked Forrest.

"I'd like this to remain confidential," said Archer.

"I can't honor that request."

"It's important that you do," explained Archer.

"You'll have to tell me first, then we'll see."

Archer sighed. "Sub commander T'Pol."

Forrest raised his eyebrows. "I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

"Sub commander T'Pol."

Forrest looked like a bomb had been dropped. "Your Vulcan first officer?" he asked.

"Yes, sir."

"And, she was ... willing?" he asked.

"Yes, sir."

"I don't have to tell you as your friend, I think you're making a mistake. Both Vulcans and Humans have prejudices that will interfere with your relationship."

"I am aware of it, and I don't care," he said. "I've had feelings for her for some time. An opportunity presented itself to further the relationship and I took it," said Archer.

Forrest was still puzzled. "I just frankly can't believe she returns your ... feelings."

"Neither can I," said Archer, smiling.

Forrest was still frowning. "If the Vulcans find out about this, it could cause diplomatic problems. The Sub commander isn't going to tell her people, is she?" he asked.

"Vulcans don't have the same rules regarding fraternization. I've asked T'Pol not to speak with them. I'm concerned about diplomatic problems, as well as prejudices against her."

"How far is this relationship along?" asked Forrest.

"Just started."

Forrest nodded. "So, how did this 'opportunity' present itself?"

Archer knew this would come up, especially since he opened the door. "I cannot discuss this -- it involves confidential medical records and information about Vulcan rituals. I've given my word this will remain private."

Forrest shook his head. "Not good enough. You'd better come clean."

He sighed. "Sir, this has to remain confidential."

Forrest nodded. "Okay."

Archer took a deep breath. "Vulcans need to mate every seven years. This mating urge is so strong, they mate or die trying. T'Pol's mating cycle started recently."

"So, what you're saying is she needed to mate with someone or die?" asked Forrest.

"Yes, sir. She couldn't reach a Vulcan ship or her home planet. She turned to me, and actually, I was happy she did. I was hoping she would."

"Is she still involved in this mating cycle?" asked Forrest.

"No, sir."

"So, her mating urge is gone?" asked Forrest.

"Yes, sir."

"But, you want to continue this relationship now?"

"Yes, sir."

"Both of you?"

"Yes."

Forrest nodded. "Does your crew know?"

Archer shifted in his seat. "I think they're starting to become aware. Commander Tucker and Dr. Phlox know." He paused. "Sir, the ship is small. They'd figure it out soon enough. I'd rather they hear it from me, which is part of the reason I'm talking with you now."

"Where do you see this relationship going?" asked Forrest.

Archer shook his head. "It's hard to determine that now. I know that by ... participating in her ritual ...," he stopped that line of thought. "This mating cycle involves a deep commitment from Vulcans."

Forrest was beginning to get the idea. "And you?"

Archer smiled. "I feel deeply committed to her as well. I love her. But, I think we may need some time to determine what our long range plans are."

Forrest continued, "What if you fell out of love with her?"

Archer was surprised he was getting questions about his love and commitment to T'Pol from Forrest. "I doubt that would happen."

"Jon, I've seen you date a few women. I even set you up with one where you ended the relationship."

Jon bit the side of his lip. "Rebecca?" he asked.

Forrest nodded. "That's right."

"This is different."

"That sounds familiar."

Jon couldn't tell the admiral about sharing his thoughts with T'Pol, and being connected with her on a level that no Human could ever experience. "I may have said it before, but it's true. I wish I could elaborate."

"What if you run into a dangerous situation? Would you be able to send her into the fray?" asked Forrest.

Archer did think these questions would come up. "I've thought about that. I would, but it wouldn't be easy."

"Would you sacrifice her life to save the crew?" asked Forrest.

"I don't know if I could make that decision. But, I know her well enough to understand she would do it of her own volition," said Archer.

"Would you ask another crewmen to sacrifice themselves for her?"

Archer shifted uncomfortable in his seat. "Depends on the situation. If I thought it was in the best interest of the ship and its crew, then yes. I certainly would give my life for hers."

"Would she have more sway over your judgment?" he asked.

He rubbed his hand over the back of his neck. "Probably."

"Would she affect your job performance?" asked Forrest.

"Does coming in a little late today count?" asked Archer, trying to add some levity.

"Yes," said Forrest.

"Well, I was late today. But, I don't see it happening again."

"How do you think the crew would take the news?" asked Forrest.

"I don't know. Some would be happy. Some might feel angry because of their prejudices."

"What if I asked you to stop seeing her," said Forrest.

Archer's face fell. "Is that your decision?"

"Not yet."

"I ... I would probably leave Starfleet."

"Do you think you and the Sub commander would have children?" asked Forrest.

Archer sat back in his seat. "I don't know if it's even possible."

Forrest sat back in his chair. "Let me tell you what happens down here if you continue your relationship. It's in the media. The Vulcans find out about it and probably ask that T'Pol be removed or you be removed, or both. Starfleet is set back in our diplomatic efforts and possibly whatever technology assistance, what little there is, the Vulcans have given us. The project may be scrubbed. You and T'Pol would have no planet to call home."

Archer shook his head. "That's a worst case scenario, sir."

"Is it?" asked Forrest. "If I remove you now, I know it wouldn't happen."

Archer nodded. "I knew my removal was a possible outcome."

"I'm not done, Captain. What you did to Starfleet was very damaging. You may have saved her life and made yourself happy, but you are putting your planet through possible diplomatic problems that have a far-reaching impact."

"Sir, a union between T'Pol and I may further understanding between our races."

"Maybe. But, it's unlikely," said Forrest. "Our races will most likely never be close." He squinted and leaned in. "I think overall you used poor judgment, but it took courage to talk with me and be as honest as you've been, especially given the confidential nature of your information. You're wise to treat this information with care. That's one of the reasons you're out there, instead of Duval."

Archer smiled.

"I wouldn't grin so fast if I were you." Archer's face straightened, as Forrest continued. "Do not talk with your crew about this relationship. I don't want this getting back home. In fact, I want you to disavow this relationship in front of your crew."

"But, Commander Tucker and Dr. Phlox ...."

"Don't tell them anymore. Leave it up to their imagination to figure it out."

Archer nodded with hesitancy. "I noticed you didn't ask me to stop seeing her."

"Don't make me regret that decision, Captain."

"Yes, sir."

"If more of your crew finds out, talk with me again."

"Yes, sir."

"Jon, do you think your father would approve of a relationship with a Vulcan?" asked Forrest.

"I think he would, if he knew I was in love and was happy."

Forrest nodded and shut off the communication.

Archer sat back and expelled more air. A thought came across his mind from T'Pol.

'Don't worry, Aisha. All will be well,' thought T'Pol.

He was surprised he could hear her thoughts from several rooms and meters away. He smiled.

Chapter Two

Archer walked out onto the bridge, looking slightly troubled. He smiled as everyone looked at him. They knew this wasn't his typical meeting time with Admiral Forrest, but didn't know why Archer wanted to contact him. Reed figured it was something about work. Travis thought it was a social call. And Hoshi thought it was about T'Pol.

Hoshi wanted to ask about his meeting with the admiral, but knew as the communications officer, one of her duties was to ensure the privacy and confidentiality of the captain's conversations. She noticed he had used a scrambling device to prevent her from seeing or listening in on the communiqué. He frequently did that when contacting the admiral.

He sat down and went over his reports on the bridge, something he rarely did. He thought about his conversation as he picked up a padd.

T'Pol walked out of the turbolift, entering the bridge for duty. "Hello, Captain," she said walking to her station.

He smiled, "Sub commander."

He tried to barely notice her and focused back on his reports.

As T'Pol sat down she thought, 'Ensign Jones forgot to recalibrate the sensors, as I asked him to.'

Archer looked up and replied. "Maybe you should talk with him."

Everyone looked up, including T'Pol. "No one said anything to you, Captain," clarified T'Pol. She thought, 'That is, no one said it to you aloud, Jon. I thought it.'

He nodded. "Sorry, must have heard something," he said to the bridge crew. The bridge remained quiet and continued what they were doing.

'I will have to teach you how to distinguish what I say aloud from my thoughts,' thought T'Pol.

'Good idea,' thought Archer.

Her eyebrow perched onto her forehead. He smiled thinking this was kind of fun. Being an only child, he would play with action figures quietly, moving their heads when speaking without letting saying anything out loud. However, in his mind, he used different voices for them and included curse words. He liked being able to do this with someone else and project thoughts to her. As if to test his new skill, he thought, 'God, you look beautiful.' He glanced up at her.

Her eyes met his. 'You are not unattractive yourself.'

He chuckled aloud and continued reading reports. After a couple of hours, Lt. Reed crossed the bridge and walked over to T'Pol.

"Sub commander T'Pol," said Lt. Reed. He leaned in. "I would like to work with you on providing a tactical analysis for your station. I'd prefer to have a back-up system in place on the bridge, in case something happens to my station or the armory area."

T'Pol nodded. "Very efficient."

Malcolm grinned. "Then shall I begin this task with you later today?" He leaned in more, almost touching her.

"Of course," said the first officer.

"Right, then. Let's meet at the armory at 1430," said Reed. He leaned in closer. "I must admit, I've been looking forward to working on this little project with you."

Archer looked up. T'Pol felt a tinge of jealousy work its way through him. His mind was chewing on ways to make Reed stay on the bridge at that time.

'Aisha, there is nothing to be jealous of,' thought T'Pol.

'I suspect Lt. Reed has a crush on you.'

'Yes, he does.'

Archer dropped his padd. Reed, closest to the dropped tablet, turned around to pick it up for the captain. "Sorry, just a little clumsy," explained Archer aloud, as he took the padd from Malcolm. He squinted at the armory officer.

"No problem, sir," said Reed. Malcolm walked back to his station and turned around to look at the Vulcan, who was calmly back to work. He sighed and went back to his job.

Archer watched this and winced. 'You will let me know if it becomes a problem, right?'

'I appreciate your concern, but it is unnecessary. His feelings are harmless.'

Archer's stomach rumbled he looked over at T'Pol. "Sub commander, care to join me for lunch?"

"Certainly," she responded.

Archer looked at Reed. "Malcolm, you have the bridge."

He nodded. "Yes, sir."

Archer and T'Pol walked to the turbolift. He wanted to hold her hand when the door shut, but wasn't sure he should.

"I really enjoyed this morning," he said, smiling.

"As did I," she said. She reached over to his hand and held it.

As the doors opened his hand quickly withdrew.

'I'd like to talk with you about my meeting this morning with Admiral Forrest,' thought Archer.

She nodded, 'I know it has been concerning you.'

As they walked into the captain's dining room for lunch, Archer felt like he could begin talking. "I've been asked not to discuss our relationship with anyone, not even Trip. In fact, I've been asked if he confronts me about it ... to deny it." He clarified. "I've been asked to lie about us."

"Jon, is this something you think you can do?" asked T'Pol.

"I don't see I have much of a choice, especially given Earth and Vulcan's sensitive relationship." He paused. "I'm not embarrassed of us; I hope you understand that. In fact, I'd kinda like to show you off." He smirked.

Her eyebrow arched. "I think Admiral Forrest made the best decision, although I do not condone lying. Our two governments are on tenuous ground, especially after Enterprise was launched."

He blew out a deep breath. "It seems awful that we can't share this with anyone."

"Except ourselves," she corrected.

He smiled goofily at her, curling up his lips and letting his eyes glaze over. "Except ourselves," he repeated. He grabbed her hand.

"I need to speak with you about something I know has been on your mind," said T'Pol. She withdrew her hand, hearing footsteps.

He nodded.

As the steward brought out food – salad for T'Pol and a sandwich, they used their mental link to continue.

'I wanted to talk with you about Vulcan rituals and bondmates.'

Archer nodded. 'Dr. Phlox indicated that he believed Vulcans create a bond with those they form a mental connection with. And ... it seems perhaps we have? In fact, it seems much stronger today than just yesterday.'

The steward walked out, allowing them to talk. It felt only slightly unnatural for Archer to switch back and forth.

"Yes, we have established a deeper link than I thought was possible," said T'Pol. She sighed. "Almost as deep a bond as if I were with another Vulcan."

"You indicated last night that once a bond is shared it is shared for life?" he asked.

"To a Vulcan, this is a life-long commitment."

"I'm sure this is moving quickly for both of us, but ... I have never felt this way about anyone. Maybe because we have shared ... and are sharing our thoughts." He scratched his head. "The level of intimacy between us is ... so ... deep and unexpected."

He leaned in. "I know things about you that it may've taken years to know if we simply spoke. For example, today on the bridge, you thought about the time your father had first taken you to meet Koss."

She looked surprised. "You know about Koss?" she asked.

"Of course. Just as you know about Rebecca, Caroline, .... Our thoughts are one." He held up his two fingers.

She placed her two fingers against his eagerly. "Aisha, you understand the situation perfectly."

"I may be Human ... and thick-headed sometimes, but yes – I think I understand."

Through her mental link, he thought to her, 'And Humans think that love is supreme. If they only knew ....'

"Something about the Vulcans is superior to Humans, Jonathan Archer?"

He smiled. "Yes. A couple of things." He looked into her eyes.

She took his hand and kissed it. "What now?" she asked.

"What would Vulcans do at this point? I can't sense that from you," said Archer.

"Unknown. Few Vulcans have mated outside our species."

"Doesn't infinite diversity in infinite combinations encourage mating outside your species?" he asked.

She was impressed. "You have been studying the teachings of the book I leant you months ago," she responded.

"Yes. I also sensed you have been thinking about the IDIC a lot today."

She smiled on the inside. "I have, Jon. You ask an excellent question; I too have wondered the same thing. However, some cannot see sharing outside of our culture and species."

He nodded. "Okay, so if I were Vulcan, what would happen?" he asked.

"We would complete the ceremony to become lifemates," she stated.

"We'd be married?" he asked.

"Yes, so to speak."

"If something didn't work out, or I died ... would you be able to form another bond?" he asked.

"It is possible. If you died I might be able to form another bond. However, few Vulcans break the bond with a lifemate who is alive," she said. He knew that was true even before she said it.

"I see. No divorce, huh?" he asked. "So, marriage might be the next logical step for us."

"Perhaps," she said.

He sighed. "If we were married, what would be the difference? Would the Vulcans accept you more?"

"Unknown."

He nodded. "I see marriage as a possibility for us ...." He let his voice trail off.

"When we entered this relationship, we gave up the rules and customs of our people," she replied. "I have already decided being your formal lifemate is unimportant." She held out her two fingers for him, in the sign of a Vulcan embrace. "You are my lifemate no matter who acknowledges this."

He joined her gesture. She understood he was hesitant to get married right away. Earth customs included dating before making this commitment. But, she also knew his commitment was real; he just needed time.

"You have also been wondering about children in our future," she said.

His lips tightened. "Yes. I know you have as well."

"It is unlikely that we will be able to reproduce," she said. "Vulcan scientists have proven that copper-based life forms cannot mate with iron-based ...," she said.

He could tell her disappointment. She was a young Vulcan, and children were almost expected from lifemates. It was logical; lifemates existed to procreate in Vulcan society.

"Vulcan scientists thought you and I would be unable to sustain a mental link," he prodded.

The rebuttal didn't seem to give her comfort.

He sighed. "T'Pol, I don't need to have children to be happy. I just need you." He felt the need to grab her hand. "Besides, I didn't think at my age I would have any kids."

She knew he was partially telling her the truth. He saw himself with children one day; he wanted to be a father, but not as badly as he wanted to be a captain. He was telling her the truth when he said he loved her and didn't need children to continue to be happy with her.

"It is the one aspect of our relationship I wish could be rectified," she said. "Although, I know it is imprudent and illogical to wish circumstances were different. The situation is what it is. And, by the time we would want children, perhaps the situation will be different."

Archer raised his eyebrows. "If you want children, when the time comes, we could adopt ...."

She nodded, biting her bottom lip.

He took her hand to his mouth and kissed it. "I will enjoy trying to prove Vulcan scientists wrong."

"Aisha," she said quietly. "Is it any wonder why you are imperative to me?"

He smiled. "I love you, too." He decided to take a big risk and leaned over to kiss her. She met his tender lips. As their lips parted, he brushed her hair away from her forehead and behind her ear.

"You are very affectionate," she commented. She could sense he adored her.

His eyes twinkled. "Vulcans don't share this kind of contact?"

"Sometimes," she responded. "When the match between bondmates is highly desirable. But, not in front of others, and certainly not in settings such as this."

He gave her a lop-sided grin and turned to his meal. "Public displays of affection are not uncommon for Humans, although it is sometimes believed to be in bad taste." He looked up and winked. "Especially when more than kissing is involved."

"I must admit," she said without emotion. "I find the touching of lips to be highly pleasurable."

He laughed. "That makes two of us." Archer looked up at the clock – it was 1315. He knew he had a meeting scheduled with Trip at 1330.

"Oh, Geez," said Archer, chugging his iced tea.

She raised her eyebrow. "You will be late for your meeting with Commander Tucker?"

He began to wolf down his food. "Not if I can help it." She tried not to watch, but he knew eating quickly, especially meat, bothered her.

He was about to say something when she stopped him. "No need to apologize. I do not expect you to become a vegetarian. And the sight of you eating meat bothers me less and less."

"I remember a couple of nights ago, you brought me steak," he said. "I never considered it must have been difficult for you."

She raised an eyebrow. A thought crossed his mind. "Are you still using the nasal numbing agent?" he asked.

"Would you be disappointed if I said yes?" she asked.

He lied, "No."

"I know it displeases you. But, yes, I am still using it."

He smiled again. "Well, I love you just as you are." He winked, wiping a napkin over his mouth.

Something of a smile played upon her lips. When he put the napkin down, she touched the cleft in his chin.

"I got to get going," he said. He leaned over to kiss her. "See you later, honey." He walked out the door.

She looked after the door. "Honey?" she asked herself to see how she liked the word. She nodded and went back to her meal.

Chapter Three

Archer walked into Engineering on time, after walking briskly for the past few minutes. As he reached the area, he blew out a breath of relief and his food felt a little unsettled. He smiled with satisfaction; he was on time.

"Hey, Cap'n," said Tucker sauntering over.

"Trip," he said with a smile.

"I half-expected you to call in late. I figured maybe you'd want a long lunch, too," said Trip grinning.

Archer ignored the comment. "So, I'm here to inspect the engines. Are you ready?"

"Sure."

"Ensign Carter," said Tucker calling over a brown-haired man about 23-years old who because of his chubby cheeks looked 18. "I want you to meet Captain Archer officially."

Archer grinned. "Nice to meet you ... Richard?" he asked, sticking out his hand for a handshake.

Carter took his hand eagerly, looking embarrassed. "Rich," he said.

"Rich here managed to take care of some repairs without any guidance." Trip looked back at the young man. "I didn't think he could do it."

Rich smiled and turned red. "Cap'n, the documentation that the commander wrote really helped."

Trip resisted the urge to muss his fellow engineer's hair. Archer smiled. "I'm glad Engineering is well taken care of." He looked from Trip to the ensign. "Ensign Carter, I read this special notation in Commander Tucker's report. I want you to know that the repairs you made weren't easy, and I know for a fact they aren't taught in the academy."

The young man smiled.

"Now, let's go on that tour," said Archer to Trip.

As they walked away, Trip spoke up. "I think you just made that kid's day."

"Well, you did a nice thing back there. I think one day you'll make a fine captain," said Archer.

Tucker pointed to the large turbine-looking devices. "Engines are at about 92% efficiency. Engineering would like to make a request to take them offline."

Archer nodded. "How long would the repairs take?"

Tucker scratched his head. "Maybe three hours, unless we run into some problems."

"Go ahead and coordinate this request with Sub commander T'Pol and Lt. Reed. I want to ensure your repairs won't affect them. Also, I'll ask T'Pol to run a long-range scan to see if there will be any ships in the area." He looked at his engineer. "I'd feel like a sitting duck out here if I knew we could only use our impulse engines for several hours."

"You bet. Speaking of T'Pol ...," began Trip.

Archer gazed away, hoping to give his friend a hint.

"I take it everything worked out with sickbay?" he asked.

Archer rubbed the back of his neck. "I'd rather not discuss it." Archer looked back at the engines. He wanted to say more, he really did owe his friend, but he was trying to follow Admiral Forrest's orders.

Tucker decided to change the subject. "Hey, I took your advice."

Archer turned around. "What advice is that?"

"I'd like to take you up on that offer to use the Captain's dining room. In fact, I'd like to use it tonight."

"Hoshi?"

Tucker's grin widened. "We're discussing the movie lineup."

Archer hit him on the arm. "That's great. I don't suppose you asked the rest of the committee?"

"Heck, no," said Tucker.

"Take all the time you need. I can eat in my cabin," said Archer.

Trip smiled. "Sounds like a plan." He paused. "You wanted to know about the parts we need, let me show you those relays ...."

Trip continued to take Archer around the engine room as they discussed parts and the effects of taking the systems offline.

Chapter Four

At 1600, Archer returned back to the bridge. T'Pol got up from the captain's chair. He smiled.

"All systems normal, sir," she said.

"Thank you, Sub commander." He looked at her and thought, 'How did the armory discussion go?'

She raised her eyebrow. 'Lt. Reed and I were going over schematics and plans. Work will begin in earnest tomorrow.'

He nodded.

'We either need to eat in our cabins or get to the mess hall pretty soon. I gave Trip permission to eat in my dining room with ... an associate,' thought Archer.

'I see. Ensign Sato?'

Archer chuckled. 'Yes. How did you know?'

'It is logical. Jon, would you would like to eat with me tonight?'

He smiled. 'Absolutely. My cabin?'

'Certainly. It will give you a chance to spend some time with Porthos.'

He grinned. 'Not the quadruped?'

'No. Your dog has a name.'

'That's my girl.' He looked at the screen in front of them and turned to Lt. Reed. "Everything go well in the armory?"

"Yes, sir. With Sub commander T'Pol's suggestions, I think the back-up system should more than adequate," said Reed.

Jon gave a lop-sided smile. "Good."

"I, of course, will include this in my report, sir, which I will be able to prepare by tomorrow morning," continued Reed.

Archer screwed up his face. "That's fine, Malcolm."

Reed shook his head, thinking he'd blown it again, and went back to work.

"I've asked Commander Tucker to talk with you and Sub commander T'Pol regarding taking the engines offline. T'Pol, can you run a long-range scan and determine if there are any vessels approaching?"

"I can, sir," she said.

"Good. I need to prepare a report to Starfleet. I'll be in my ready room. You have the bridge, Sub commander."

T'Pol nodded and continued looking in her scanner.

He usually felt bored on days when they weren't cataloging astronomical events, trying to meet new life or running various efficiency tests. But, he was glad to have some downtime. The reports he had to read and send on to Starfleet were sometimes overwhelming.

After a couple of hours, his door chimed.

"Come," he said. He looked up, knowing it was T'Pol.

T'Pol stood at the door. As the door swished shut, she walked over and sat down across from him. "Hungry?" she asked.

He smiled. "For ....?"

She raised her eyebrow. "I know you have been busy and arranged dinner in your quarters tonight. I hope that is all right."

He leaned in. "Sounds great. How did you get around ordering for yourself?" he asked.

"I will eat your salad."

He smiled. "That's going to be enough?"

"I believe so. I will meet you at your quarters within thirty minutes. I would like an opportunity to change clothes."

"Will you be staying tonight?" he asked. He reached over and took her hand in his, intertwining his fingers in hers.

"I am uncertain. I do not wish to reveal our relationship, as per the admiral's instructions. And, I sense you need a ... courtship."

"I think sharing our thoughts has already put us past dating, but as much as I want to be with you, I think it's important to slow down a little," he explained.

She agreed. "I agree with your logic, Jon."

He grinned. "But, just so you know, I would really, really like to be with you tonight."

T'Pol raised her eyebrow. "We shall see."

He sat back and grinned more. His smile was goofy and his eyes had glazed over.

T'Pol decided this is what it must be like to look like one is in love. "Aisha, you are endearing." She stroked his cheek, caressing his smile.

He kissed her fingertips. "I'm glad you think so."

She raised an eyebrow. She thought, 'I think your Human saying about charming the pants off someone takes a whole new meaning with you. I can see how my ... pants come off so easily around you.'

He laughed. 'We'll see about tonight.'

T'Pol stood up. "It is hard to resist you," she said aloud.

"Good."

"See you shortly."

He nodded. He let her walk out, and then followed suit 15 minutes later.

Chapter Five

Hoshi got ready for her date with Commander Tucker. She put on a teal silk dress that she hadn't worn yet. There really weren't many occasions to dress up on Enterprise. She didn't want to lay it on too thick, but wasn't sure if he wanted to talk about just movies or ... something else. So, in case he wanted to talk about just movies, maybe he would see her and feel encouraged to talk about something else.

She sprayed perfume on her neck and shook her hair loose. She decided she looked pretty good and walked down the hall, to men turning their heads. She smiled.

She walked into the captain's room with confidence. She saw Trip wearing a pair of slightly wrinkled black pants and a white shirt that was unbuttoned two buttons.

He stood up, letting the napkin fall from his lap. "Hoshi, you look real nice."

She smiled, letting her red lipstick show off her white teeth. "Thank you. You clean up pretty good yourself."

He laughed. He walked over and held out her chair for her, scooting her in. She smiled. "Thank you."

He sat down. As the steward came out, Hoshi seemed a little out of her element. Trip looked at her. "I hope you wouldn't think it presumptuous of me to order for you?" he asked.

She smiled. "Not at all. I think you know what I like."

He grinned widely back. "How about the chicken special?"

Hoshi smiled.

"And a glass of the house Chardonnay."

She continued to smile.

"I'd like the usual," he said.

The steward nodded and left. Trip turned to her. "So, I had the captain in the engine room today. Scared the hell out of most of the crewmen down there."

She giggled. "I heard Carter was beside himself that the captain actually talked with him."

"Sure was. Guy was on cloud nine for the rest of the day."

"I gotta ask you, Trip. What's going on with him and Sub commander T'Pol?"

"Hell if I know."

"He seemed better today on the bridge," she responded. "I guess they must've worked everything out."

Trip scratched his head. "He did seem in pretty good spirits, but didn't want to talk about it."

"Well, they make a cute couple ... in a weird way."

He laughed. "It is pretty funny to think of them together." He suddenly had a flashback to thinking of them intimately together. He shook his head.

Hoshi coughed. "You wanted to meet with me about my choice in movies?"

"I don't think I need to tell you, over half the ship is male," he said. "And men don't like musicals."

She raised her eyebrows. "Trip, you've been playing horror and science fiction films for the past four months. I think you can give us a little equality."

"I want to, but you've been outvoted."

"Only because you have more men than women on the movie committee," corrected Hoshi.

"Remember, we decided to include committee members based on the ship's representation." He paused. "I don't make up the rules, I just follow them."

She decided to take a different tact. "What's so awful about seeing some of the movies we've selected?"

Trip shook his head. "Now, please don't take offense."

Hoshi crossed her arms. "Go ahead."

"I'm just naming a few of the examples, Love, Death and Crying, Lonely Hearts, Wine and Chocolate and Singing in the Rain."

She smiled. "They're really good. I think you might like them."

"Based on the names alone, they seem rather ... girlie."

"But, you haven't seen any?" she asked.

"Well, no. I mean, did you hear the names? Not many guys would be caught watching these."

"Lt. Ramirez watches them," she explained.

"He's seeing Ensign Simon."

"Oh," she said.

"Well, the women on board don't like movies like Bride of Frankenstein," she explained.

"What's not to like?" he asked.

The food arrived and was set in front of them. Hoshi seemed impressed.

"This looks great, Trip. Thanks for ordering this for me," she said.

He smiled. "My pleasure."

"I hope you don't take this personally, but these horror movies you pick out seem kinda stupid and cheesy."

He dropped his fork.

"I'm sorry!" She reached over and touched his arm. He looked down at her hand and let a smile break out across his face.

"Do you have any suggestions on a compromise?" he asked after a few seconds.

"I think what we have now is a good compromise," she said.

"We could give crewmembers the chance to vote," he said.

"I'm okay with that, as long as it's anonymous. I think guys may like musicals, but say they don't. I know the captain was excited to see Westside Story."

"He was just being nice," said Trip. He knew he could win the votes to keep watching horror and sci-fi.

"I don't think so. He genuinely liked it. He said he was a fan of Sondheim and that this was one of his earliest works."

Trip shook his head. "He only likes it cuz it's Romeo and Juliet. He likes Shakespeare."

Hoshi frowned and decided to change the subject. "I've noticed you've been coming by communications a lot lately to tweak the console," she said.

Tucker took a fork full of catfish. "Just tryin' to be helpful."

"I thought you were trying to butter me up to change my movie votes," she said.

"Nah," he said smiling.

"You could've sent someone else from Engineering, like Broughton, Carter or Fernandez," she explained.

"They're not as familiar with communications as me," he said.

"Mmmm hmmmm," she said, taking another forkful.

"Do you like country music?" he asked out of the blue.

She looked at him as if he was crazy. "Not really."

"Key lime pie?" he asked.

"It's pretty good."

"Here's the last question, and I hope for your sake you answer this one correctly," he said.

She laughed. "I didn't realize I'd answered the other ones incorrectly."

"Oh, you did," he said smiling. He paused. "Do you like the original Star Wars or the remake?" he asked.

She giggled. "I like the original, even though the effects are a little cheesy," she replied.

"There's hope for you yet, Ensign Sato," he said, smiling.

"I was just thinking the same for you, Commander Tucker," she said. She noticed he had a large smudge of catfish on his upper lip. She giggled and took her hand to his mouth, wiping it away.

Rather than seem startled by her move, he grinned. "I'm kind of a sloppy eater."

"Good thing you're also kinda cute," she said.

Trip looked over at her. "You know, we could go over to my cabin and have a night cap," he suggested.

"Or, we could go to mine and watch Casablanca – director's cut," she said.

"Now why can't you have that movie on the list? That's a good one," he said. He pushed his plate back, which was completely barren of any trace of food.

She grinned. "Agreed! I think we should add it. Want to meet me at my quarters in about thirty minutes."

"You bet," he said. He stood up and helped her out of her chair. She kissed his cheek and headed out the door. He gave a big, goofy grin and walked out.

Chapter Six

Archer lit some candles in his room. As Jon looked over his musical selections, he decided on Coltrane. He knew T'Pol liked it. He smiled. He looked in the mirror and straightened his black turtleneck. He noticed his khaki pants had a couple of dog hairs and tried to brush them away.

The door chimed. He walked over and opened the door.

T'Pol was in a purple silk pants suit with a green sash. He grinned at her. "Come on in," he said.

She stood in the cabin and Porthos came running to her. She patted him on the head. Archer gave her a peck on the lips.

"Thanks for ordering dinner, it looks great."

"I am glad it is to your liking," she said.

He walked her over to the table and offered her a seat. After she sat down, he scooted her into the table. She looked confused.

"Sorry, it's a Earth tradition. Men do this to be gentlemen."

"Are males concerned that females cannot reach the table?" she asked.

Jon shook his head. "You know, I have no idea why guys do it."

She looked at him. "Jon, you are playing one of my favorite pieces of music," she commented.

He smiled. "I know."

"Aisha, that was thoughtful." She put her napkin in her lap. "When I was at the Vulcan compound, I would listen to some of the music played in the San Francisco area. They had a late night program ...."

"You're not talking about Jazzy Jeff, are you? Saturday nights?"

"Yes," she said. "I did not realize you liked Mr. Jeff as well."

Archer thought it was very cute she called him Mr. Jeff; he decided not to correct her. "I'd heard the compound didn't receive music." He gathered a thought from her and laughed. "You snuck out?"

"Sneak is a strong word, Jon. I would say rather I left without notice."

"You're right, that sounds so much better. I guess they never found out?"

"No, they did not."

"Was it difficult for you to be on Earth under those circumstances?" he asked. "I can't imagine living in a compound. Even the word sounds uninviting."

"No, it was not difficult. After all, I was there on business."

He sighed. "I hope you don't take this personally, but Earth ambassadors live and eat among the people they are working and negotiating with. It's a way of understanding the culture they are dealing with. I often wondered why the Vulcans sequestered themselves away in Sausalito." He bit into his pasta.

"We wanted to prevent contamination of your culture and the bombardment of emotions onto us." She began to dig into her salad. "It is difficult to continuously be bombarded with emotions."

"With our mental link, you must be dealing with more emotions that usual," he said.

She hesitated and then took a bite of her salad. "Yes."

"T'Pol, I'm sorry ...." His hand reached out for hers. "Is it difficult?"

"There is no need to apologize," she said. "I meditate more frequently now." She touched his hand.

He looked into her eyes. "Perhaps, you can help me to meditate some time," he said. "I would like to prevent some thoughts from ... bombarding ... you."

"Aisha, I would be honored. It is not meditation, but I have thought about teaching you some techniques to help you from having your thoughts being seen."

Jon looked up at her, "I don't need to hide thoughts from you."

She shook her head. "That is impractical. There are some thoughts you should hide from me." She finished her salad.

"Like?"

"Confidential Starfleet information, thoughts about other women, etc."

"Well, you don't have to worry about thoughts about other women," he said. He bit into his pasta.

"Perhaps not now, but before we were together, I would notice you admiring women," she said.

"Mostly you," he said, winking.

"However, not just me," she said stoically.

He laughed. "Really? Well then, perhaps that would be useful," he chided. He ate more of his food, finishing the plate.

She seemed amused. His eyes twinkled at her. She wanted to take him in her arms and envelop his mouth with hers.

He looked up. "What's stopping you?"

"It appears I must also work on preventing thoughts from being seen by you," she said.

"Come here," he said. He motioned for her to sit on his lap.

She raised an eyebrow.

"Come here," he said. She walked over and sat in his lap. He stroked her cheek and leaned in for a kiss. His mouth nipped at hers, teasing her lips. She put her hand in his hair and pulled his head to hers. As their lips touched, she stroked his first two fingers with hers.

After a few minutes, T'Pol broke his embrace. She could feel the lustful thoughts rising in him and began to become swept away by them. Her cheeks flushed green. She quieted her breath and mind for a second. "Perhaps we should work straight away on controlling thoughts."

"I don't mind sharing those thoughts with you," he replied hoarsely. He swallowed deeply.

"You asked to slow our pace. Let me show you something that will help." She got up and gathered his hands in hers. He got up and followed her. She sat down cross-legged on the floor. He followed suit, as they faced each other.

"First, I want you to think a thought, but as a whisper," she said.

He nodded. 'Your eyes are beautiful, T'Pol.'

'Thank you. Your thoughts are still loud. Think of it as a gentle breeze – something that hovers and floats around you. Like this.'

Archer felt a faint thought from her. He couldn't quite make it out, but it seemed she was saying something about how green his eyes were.

He smirked and decided to try it again. 'Your scent is intoxicating, like nutmeg.'

She raised her eyebrow. 'Your thoughts are still very clear and quite distinguishable. Can you whisper your thoughts?' she asked.

'I can try,' he thought, imagining the words formed into smoke wafting above him. He asked aloud, "How was that?"

"Closer. Try to think of something you want to tell me, but whisper it to my mind. Think soft and gentle, like when our lips touch," she said.

'I love you,' he thought.

She wrapped her hand around his face. 'Very good, aisha, I heard that as a whisper. I believe you understand this technique. Although I think it will take more time to master.'

He smiled. He kissed the palm of her hand. His eyes drifted to hers. She could feel his desire lurking. She withdrew her hand.

"Now, let's try hiding your thoughts from me. Try to think of many things at the same time."

His mind flashed through several images, some of twirling her around in his arms, a few involved enveloping her mouth with his, some involved pushing her over onto the floor and removing clothing, some fought a tall Vulcan male who looked like Koss, and still others imagined her on the bridge working as he stared at her contently.

She raised an eyebrow. "Very good. What were you thinking?" she asked.

'How surprised I am that you are with me.'

'That was excellent. I was unable to determine your thoughts. This is one technique to shield your thoughts from me. Both of these will take practice and time.'

He beamed.

"You are a quick learner," she said. She touched the cleft in his chin.

He nipped at her finger, startling her. He smiled. "I have a good teacher." He paused. "I did mean what I thought about being surprised you're with me. Why did you break your engagement with Koss? Your feelings for him seem complex, as if you were very fond of him."

She sighed. "Fond? Yes. A feeling that is perhaps deeper than friendship, but certainly not much more than that. It is not the feeling I have for you."

T'Pol leaned in, "Besides, I was not ready to cut short my time aboard this vessel."

He leaned over on all fours and kissed her cheek. He whispered as a thought, 'Have anything else you want to teach me?'

She felt her face flush again. 'I doubt I have much to teach you in that area, aisha. I would willingly be your student.'

He wagged his eyebrows. 'You're a fast learner,' he said. His lips met hers.

She ended their embrace. "You are an eager teacher. Learn this one more thing."

He nodded, trying to become serious and resumed his cross-legged position.

"Jon, I would like to distinguish thinking from talking." She paused. "I am able to do both at the same time; however, I am unsure whether you can achieve this or not."

He narrowed his eyes. "Come again?"

"Our physiology enables us to think two thoughts at once, sometimes more. I am unsure of yours."

"I don't know either."

'I will think several things at once and talk, I want you to answer my voice.'

"Okay," he said.

She unleashed many thoughts at once, while speaking. He heard three or four different and distinct voices from T'Pol, echoing off each other. One seemed like a whisper. One seemed like a yell. And two others seemed as if she spoke. He looked at her with confusion.

He shook his head. "I don't know."

"Let's try again."

She unleashed a few thoughts as she opened her mouth. This time there was a clear voice and two muffled ones. The clear voice asked if he was thirsty. "Are you thirsty?"

"Yes, I am thirsty," he said. His head was beginning to throb.

"It will take some getting used to. I suggest we end our education for tonight."

He rubbed his temples. The last part was the most difficult.

She read his thoughts. "The most challenging is distinguishing several different thoughts from my voice. But, it may happen, especially in a stressful situation."

Archer looked up at her. "This could happen on the bridge?" he clarified.

"Yes, it is possible, but unlikely."

"Will I be able to hear anyone's voice, or just gather many of your thoughts?" he asked.

"I do not know."

"This seems like the one I should master first," he ordered, as if he were the captain. "I can't afford to be unable to hear the rest of the crew, or think, especially in a stressful situation. Let's focus on that next time."

She raised her eyebrow at his tone. "It is unlikely this will happen, but I would be ... happy ... to concentrate on this, Captain," she said.

He dropped his head to his hand. "I'm sorry, T'Pol." He reached out and wrapped his hand around hers. "I'm concerned about this; I don't want to put the Enterprise in jeopardy." He exhaled slowly. "Would it be possible for you to refrain from thinking several thoughts at once if this was a stressful situation?"

"Perhaps," she said. "I will make a concerted effort until you have mastered this."

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry."

"I understand." She stood up. "Why don't you lay down on the bed. I have a technique to ease your tension," she said.

As he got up, he began to think about what she meant with a smile. T'Pol turned to him. "Really, Jonathan," she scolded.

He lay down on the bed, waiting. She instructed, "On your stomach." He lay flat on his stomach with his head turned to the side.

She began to massage his neck, back and head. He let a soft moan escape his lips. She pushed his turtleneck over his head. He let her maneuver it with a tinge of excitement.

She stroked his hair. "Relax," she said.

She worked her strong hands over him, kneading his muscular back, feeling his spine. He put his forearms under his chin and rested his head there.

"I didn't realize Vulcans gave backrubs," he said.

"Yes. It is used as a technique to aid in the birthing process," she explained.

Archer let out a small chortle.

"Aisha, quiet your mind," she instructed. He acquiesced, closing his eyes. "I thought perhaps this would help you to ease your headache. It is possible you could wake up with one tomorrow. I would not want that to happen."

"That feels really good," he said as he melted into her hands.

She moved her hands over his sore neck and head. His breathing was slow and deep. Soon she heard a small snore.

Something inside her wanted to giggle at hearing this escape his lips. She caressed his hair and watched him while he slept. After about an hour, and as his snores got louder, she decided to leave.

Chapter Seven

Jon woke up to his alarm after a fitful sleep. He rolled up, realizing he was still dressed in the trousers he had on last night. He smiled.

He took a shower, got dressed and headed to breakfast. He worked on whispering thoughts to T'Pol on the way to the mess hall.

As he walked in, he saw Trip with a large grin on his face, as if he were waiting for the captain to enter. Archer walked in and sat down.

"I take it the date went well?" Archer asked, throwing his napkin into his lap.

Trip's grin was wider. "Let's just say that girl can ...."

Archer interrupted, "Not the details." He didn't want to think of his communications officer in that way.

"I was gonna say pick movies, Cap'n," he said. He looked askance at Archer. He picked up a piece of bacon with his fingers and munched on it.

"So what did you decide about movie night?" asked Archer.

"Well, we thought we'd leave it up to the crew to give us anonymous feedback."

Archer raised his eyebrows. "Good idea."

T'Pol strolled in.

Archer tried not to pay too much attention to her, but couldn't stifle a smile to her.

"Good morning, Captain," she said.

"Hello," he said back. His eyes were glazing over again.

Trip took one look at his captain and knew there was something between his first officer and his captain. He looked back and forth at them, as they looked down. "You two have a good night last night?"

T'Pol shot her eyebrow up at Tucker. "It was enjoyable."

"What did you do?" he asked.

"Meditate," she explained.

He smiled, looked at Archer and then back at her. "What else?"

"Are you driving at something, Commander?" she asked.

He wiped the smile from his face. "No, I was just trying to be polite."

Archer changed the subject. "So, T'Pol, if you could see any movie, what would you want to see?"

She thought about it for a second. "I am unaware of most movies, as I prefer to read."

Archer smiled. He knew she was baiting Commander Tucker into a discussion. He turned back to his eggs.

"Are you sayin' you don't like movies?" Trip asked.

"No, I said I prefer reading," she said. "Don't you like to read?"

Archer chimed in. "He reads technical manuals all the time." He looked up at T'Pol and winked.

"Damn straight," Trip said.

T'Pol's eyes twinkled as if she were amused. "I stand corrected."

Archer laughed as Trip frowned. "Does your little romance mean you're ganging up against me?"

Archer looked at his friend, sobering his mood. "We're not having a romance."

"Like hell you're not. I've known you a long time, Jon. I know you and T'Pol are an item."

"No, we're not. And you can't discuss this with anyone. Understand?" he said.

"If you're not having an affair, why shouldn't I discuss it?" asked Trip.

"That's an order, Commander," said Archer. His eyes narrowed to show Trip he meant business.

Trip screwed up his face. "Can I ask why it's an order, sir?"

"No," said Archer.

"That's just great," said Trip. "All right, I'll play your little game. But, I don't like it. I don't think you should lie to the crew."

Archer continued to eat stone-faced.

"I believe I can assist. Jon, I was never asked not to discuss this."

Archer shook his head. "That's a technicality."

"Be so as it may," she sighed. Archer didn't stop her, but continued to eat as if he wasn't paying attention. "Yes, Commander Tucker, we are in a relationship," she affirmed. "I ... feel very strongly for Jon. He cannot discuss this with anyone on the crew. And, I would ask you not share this information with anyone, no matter who it is."

Trip looked at T'Pol with newfound respect. "Thanks for being honest with me."

Archer shook his head. 'T'Pol, are you sure that was wise?' he thought. 'Starfleet gave me a direct order.'

'No, I am not sure it was wise,' she thought. 'But, it seemed the ... correct course of action. Besides, I am not in Starfleet; I do not follow the same rules.'

She continued aloud, "Jon did not want to lie to you, or the crew. There were diplomatic reasons he was asked to disavow our relationship. Admiral Forrest seemed concerned that I would be recalled, or Archer would be asked to step down, which could prevent the Vulcans from helping your people with further space exploration." She paused. "And, I agree with his assessment."

Trip was shocked at her honesty. "I see. So, what's next for the two of you?" he asked, talking directly to T'Pol, as Archer ate.

"We are unsure at this moment. I am deeply committed to him," she said looking up at Archer.

Archer smiled and set down his fork. "I feel the same way."

Trip was glad to hear a little acknowledgment. "Well, you don't have to worry about me telling anyone. But, I think there are a few crewmen who already have it in their minds something is going on."

T'Pol nodded. "I imagine Ensign Sato has."

Trip was startled. "Yeah, how'd you know?"

"It is logical. She is very perceptive."

Trip nodded. "She sure is."

"How did your ... date go?" asked T'Pol.

Trip looked at Archer who shrugged. Trip turned back to T'Pol. "I never kiss and tell."

T'Pol looked confused. "I did not ask of your exploits, Commander."

Archer chuckled and was startled by the time. "I've got to get to the bridge." He walked over and kissed T'Pol, whispering in her ear, "I'll see you soon."

Trip's mouth hung open as he watched after the door. He turned to the Vulcan. "So, you getting married or what?"

Chapter Eight

As Archer walked into the turbolift, Hoshi's voice came over the speaker, "Bridge to Captain Archer."

"Archer here. What's up?" he asked.

"A vessel is approaching and has hailed us, Captain."

The doors to the bridge swished open. "Is the UT activated?" asked Archer.

Hoshi nodded. "Aye, sir."

"On screen."

An image of an Orion came on.

"Sir, they have their phase cannons open," said Lt. Reed.

"Polarize hull plating, stand down weapons," said Archer.

The Orion began to speak slowly. "My name is Captain Gerok. My associates and I are in need of medical supplies and would like to negotiate a trade."

"My name is Captain Jonathan Archer of the USS Enterprise," said Archer. "I didn't catch your affiliation, do you represent commercial interests or the Orion government?"

"I did not say, Captain," said Gerok. "I have not run into your kind before ...."

"We're called Humans and come from the planet Earth."

"Earth? I have not heard of this."

Archer smiled. "I imagine you haven't. I'll need to check with my doctor to determine if we have enough supplies to trade. What are you offering for these supplies?"

"Weapons," said Gerok.

Archer raised his eyebrows. "Please download your trade request into a data burst."

"I need to know soon," said Gerok.

Archer raised his eyebrows. "Why's that?" Archer had a gut feeling this guy was on the run.

"We need those supplies quickly. I will give you five minutes," said Gerok.

Archer didn't like being threatened. "Or what?" he asked, calling his bluff.

"Five minutes," said Gerok and the screen went dark.

"Lt. Reed, scan to see if his ship has been in battle recently and see if there are any ships in our long-range scans."

"Ensign Sato, ask Sub commander T'Pol to get to the bridge. And, see if Commander Tucker has already begun taking the engines offline."

"Aye, sir," she said.

"Archer to Dr. Phlox," said Archer after punching the com on his chair.

"Phlox here."

"We should be receiving a data burst with a request for medical supplies. I'd like you to take a look at those supplies and determine whether we can spare them ... and why they may be depleted on another ship."

"Certainly," said Phlox.

T'Pol walked onto the bridge. Archer smiled over at her. "Good. Archer out."

"Ensign Sato, any word from Trip?" he asked.

"No, I'm receiving the data burst."

"Good, send it to Dr. Phlox right away."

"Captain, this Orion cruiser was in battle recently," said Reed. "It looks like part of their ship is still in need of repair."

"Sir, Orion pirates are known for their treachery, I would proceed with caution," said T'Pol. 'It is unlikely they will be satisfied only with our medical supplies,' she thought.

"Understood," he said. 'They would attack anyway?' he asked as a thought.

'Undoubtedly, and they have more fire power,' thought T'Pol.

"Archer to Commander Tucker, I need to know the status of our engines," said Archer.

"Trip here. Cap'n, we have a small problem with the relays we took offline this morning. We'll need about thirty minutes to fix it."

"I don't know if we have that long. Any way you can speed up the process?"

"Not unless you can make miracles happen, sir."

"Work as quickly as possible," said Archer. He switched off the com.

"Phlox to Archer."

"Go ahead."

"The supplies they're asking for are common place. I would assume they ran through these by natural means, sir," said Dr. Phlox.

"Do we have those supplies to spare?" asked Archer.

"We have some, but not all."

"Send the list of what we can spare to Ensign Sato. Archer out." Archer spun around. "Lt. Reed, I'd like you to look at the weapons list."

Hoshi transferred the information to his station.

Lt. Reed reviewed them. He looked up. "Sir, we do need some of the weapons they are suggesting."

"Do they look stolen?" he asked.

"Absolutely," said Reed, looking the captain in the eye. "There's little chance this crew would have the complement of weapons described in that data burst, sir."

"Give both sets of information to Hoshi," instructed Archer.

Hoshi looked up from her station. "Sir, they're hailing us."

He nodded as Hoshi worked her hands over the controls. "Captain, will you agree to a trade?" he asked.

"We've been unable to review the trading terms and log them."

"Will you trade or not, Captain?" asked Gerok.

"I can't give you a verbal agreement, until I review the trading terms," said Archer.

Gerok huffed. "Surely you've had ample time to determine if you need these weapons and whether you have the supplies," said Gerok.

"As we represent our government, we have some protocols in place that slow down this process. My crew tells me it will take another thirty minutes or so."

Gerok curled his lip in disgust. T'Pol rose her eyebrow. 'Excellent ruse,' she thought to Archer.

"I can agree to twenty minutes and no more," he said.

Archer looked at the screen. "Why the hurry?"

"I'm sure that beautiful Vulcan behind you has told you," he said.

Archer looked at T'Pol and then turned back to the screen. "Actually, she's said very little."

Gerok nodded, "I have always wanted to go to bed with a Vulcan. I have heard they are quite extraordinary lovers." He smiled repulsively, "I could drive her mad with passion, even if it was not time for her Pon Farr."

Archer raised his eyebrows, biting the inside of his cheek. T'Pol began to focus. 'Aisha, ignore his comments. They are of no consequence to me. Orions are sexually charged. He means no disrespect.'

The other crewmembers on the bridge looked aghast, switching their focus from Archer, T'Pol and to the screen. Hoshi understood the term Pon Farr and looked at the Captain to yell at the screen.

Archer was angry. "We don't treat the women on board that way," he quipped. He paced around the bridge for a moment. "They are equals to us. And Sub commander T'Pol is an officer, as well as a friend of mine. Your comments to her were inappropriate."

"Then she belongs to you?" asked Gerok.

"She doesn't belong to anyone," said Archer, angrily. He wanted to say she was his, but couldn't.

"I hope I did not offend. I find Vulcans extremely beautiful, because they are so untouchable. And, I must tell you, she is one of the most beautiful I have ever seen," he said.

'Aisha, do not concentrate on his words,' thought T'Pol loudly. Archer wasn't sure if she'd said it aloud. He looked at her with confusion and she shook her head, nodding toward the screen.

"We'll need thirty minutes to read and log the terms," said Archer.

"While your reports enter this information, you must come aboard and see the Orion women. They are known throughout the galaxy."

"I thought you were out of time?" asked Archer.

"It seems I now have some," said Gerok.

Archer stated, "I appreciate your offer, but ...."

T'Pol interrupted, 'Jon, it would wise to join him. Orions rarely invite people on board. He may take offense.'

Archer looked at T'Pol. He turned to them and nodded. "But, it seems I have some free time. I accept your invitation."

Gerok smiled. "Excellent. Bring your sub commander."

Archer began to decline when T'Pol stepped forward. "I graciously accept your offer."

Gerok wiped his lips. "This is most excellent. I anticipate your arrival in an hour."

Archer was about to speak when he saw a black screen. He looked back at T'Pol. "Can I see you in my ready room?" he asked through clenched teeth.

She nodded. As soon as the door swished shut, Archer laid into her. "What the hell do you think you're doing?! If you go there, Captain Jerk will probably try to take advantage of you. You didn't even consult with me!"

She raised her eyebrow. "Captain Gerok," she corrected. "Try to be logical. Orions rarely ask anyone aboard their vessel. To be invited is an honor. Starfleet wanted to set up positive relations with other cultures, I would submit to you that an Orion alliance is pivotal to Earth. In addition, you will have time to make the necessary repairs."

He threw up his arms. "Logical? They don't even represent the Orion government!" He paced. "Did you hear what I just said? He wants to take advantage of you!" said Archer angrily. "You're not going. I didn't agree to that decision."

"Hardly anyone represents the Orion government. Unlike Earth it is run by a group of warlords. It is wise to make friends with some," she explained. "I believe you are making an emotional decision, rather than a rational one," she stated. "As my captain, you should not be concerned about passes and flirtations an Orion might make."

"Unbelievable," he said, putting his hand through his hair. "As my first officer, you should never make a decision unless I agree to it. It's protocol to talk with my first. You used to follow that protocol."

"I would make this recommendation to you regardless of our relationship. Can you say the same to me?" she asked.

"I don't know," he said. "But, when you're on my bridge, you talk with me before making decisions. Got it?"

She held up her chin. "Yes, I understand, Captain. Is that all?"

He exhaled deeply and rubbed his neck. He nodded his head in the affirmative.

As she turned around to walk out, he grabbed her arm. "Wait a minute."

She looked at him. "Yes?"

"As your captain, I want to be consulted. But, yes, as your lover I have qualms about you going. I don't want him to touch you." He paused. "As your captain, I feel he has disrespected an officer and a friend. As your bondmate, I want to punch him in the face."

"It is difficult being both my captain and my mate in this instance, is it not?"

"Very," he said.

She pursed her lips together. "As your first officer, I think it is best that I go. It seems my attendance would help the ship and Earth. As your mate, I also have qualms about going and would feel a certain ... satisfaction for you to do violence to him. And, I want you to be successful."

He smiled. "Aisha, I think we had our first fight."

"We have had many such arguments before."

"But, not since we started ... seeing each other," he explained.

She raised her eyebrow. "I do not wish to have others."

He smiled. "It's difficult to avoid, but I don't want to either." He held out two fingers, which she met with her own. He wanted to kiss her deeply, but instead broke contact with her.

"As your captain, I accept your recommendation to accompany me. Although I'd like you to stick closely with me."

She inclined her head. "As your first officer, I apologize for not consulting you and am relieved you are taking my recommendation."

He smiled. "As your captain, I know I acted irrationally. I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"Your apology is accepted."

He looked at her. "Do you have any other recommendations, Sub commander?"

"The Orion did not invite anyone else. Although I would not normally suggest this, I recommend only the two of us attend."

He nodded. "Lt. Reed no doubt will have a few choice words to say about that, but I agree. I doubt we'll be there overnight. Can you leave immediately in shuttle pod one?"

"Yes, but I think our meeting will be more successful if I change attire."

"T'Pol, you're saying you want to look more alluring, aren't you?" he asked.

"Yes," she responded.

He hung his head against his chest and took a deep breath, looking back at her. "Okay, Sub commander. Can you meet me at the docking bay in fifteen minutes?"

"Yes," she responded. "And, Jon?"

"Yes?" he asked.

"Do not feel the need to be overly protective. I am faster and stronger than he is."

"Yes. I'm sure you are," he nodded.

"One more thing," she commented. "The Orion women set off a highly powerful pheromone. You will undoubtedly be affected by it. But as your mate, I would want you to try and restrain yourself."

"It's nice to know I am not the only jealous one," he said. He kissed her, despite the breach in protocol.

"Fifteen minutes," he said. As she turned around, he patted her on the behind.

She turned around and raised her eyebrow. He grinned as the door swished open.

Chapter Nine

Archer and T'Pol stepped off the shuttle and into the docking station of the Orion ship. Archer looked around. Gerok speedily walked over. He was shorter than Archer, at about 5'10", but still taller than T'Pol. He was handsome, with curly black hair and black eyes. His complexion was deep green. He looked much younger than before, possibly if he were from Earth, he'd be in his late twenties.

"Captain, it is a pleasure to meet you," said Gerok.

Archer extended his hand. "Thank you for having me aboard."

Gerok shook his hand and quickly turned his attention to T'Pol, who was dressed in a shimmering blue robe, traditional of the Vulcan people on special occasions.

"Sub commander?" he asked. "You are more lovely in person." He kissed her hand, even though he knew better.

She thought he was not unattractive. "The same applies to you."

Archer curled his lip into a snarl.

'Aisha, control your temper,' thought T'Pol. She made her hand into the sign of a "v" and bowed her head. "Greetings," she said. "I am T'Pol."

Gerok smiled. "Please follow me," he said. He took them down the corridors. "We have prepared a banquet for you."

Archer inserted himself between T'Pol and Gerok as they moved down the hall. The ship was a strange design, definitely not built for luxury. Exposed steel, or a similar substance, was prevalent throughout the ship.

Archer could hear the strange music, like a pipe, accordion and a drum, as it wafted down the hall. As he entered the room, he was shocked to see green women with black hair and ruby lips dancing on tables wearing flimsy white togas. Several men were clapping as the women shook their hips.

Gerok pointed at the women and turned to Archer. "Orion women are exotic, are they not?"

"Yes," he said blankly as he stared at them. He wet his lips.

'Aisha, their pheromones are quite overpowering. Be careful," she said. He looked at her realizing he was staring at them. He coughed. He looked around the room noting that it was barren of women, except those that were dancing.

"Orion women do not have the same equality?" asked Archer.

"Of course not. They are women," stated Gerok. He looked at T'Pol and smiled. "Not every woman is Vulcan -- beautiful and intelligent. Our women are simply beautiful."

Archer was about to debate that comment, when T'Pol spoke up. "This is a rare ... treat ... to invite us to a banquet. I have known few Vulcans who were honored with such a privilege."

"It seemed the right thing to do – our first contact with the Humans. And a perfect opportunity to have you here," said Gerok.

Archer rolled his eyes, as T'Pol spoke up. "It is an honor indeed."

"This way, near the stage. I've arranged this for Captain Archer," said Gerok pointing at a table.

Archer furrowed his brow. As they neared the stage, Jon had trouble concentrating on the discussion and began staring at the stage. Gerok was right about one thing, the Orion women were quite exotic – almost savage looking.

Gerok began to talk with T'Pol. "What is a Vulcan doing aboard a vessel with ... Humans?"

T'Pol answered, "I was assigned by my government."

One of the Orion women walked off the stage and sat in Archer's lap. Her jet-black hair touched his cheek. He caught a whiff of something that smelled like cherry blossoms, reminding him of San Francisco. The woman traced her long, red fingernail along his chin, dipping it into the cleft and then running over the form of his lips. He shivered.

"Listen, I'm flattered, but I ah ...," began Archer.

"Captain?" asked T'Pol. He could tell from the bond, she was annoyed at his distraction.

He looked at T'Pol, as the Orion woman left his lap and stood up.

He swallowed deeply. He felt foolish. He was obviously not interested in the Orion women, but he had trouble keeping his mind on business or anything else for that matter. His body was starting to react as well. He crossed his legs.

T'Pol raised her eyebrow.

Gerok laughed. "It seems your species finds these women pleasing. The one who was here a moment ago seems interested in you, Captain. Would you like to invite her over?"

Archer looked at T'Pol and then back at Gerok. "I'm not really interested in any of them, thanks."

Gerok nodded. "We have some handsome young men ...."

Archer's face dropped, "No, no. You misunderstand. I'm just not interested in ... recreation right now."

"Is that typical for Humans?"

Archer scratched his head. "No, not if they're in a relationship."

"You are monogamous?" he asked.

Archer raised his eyebrows; this conversation was getting more unnerving. "Me personally, yes. My species is fairly monogamous. And, I suppose yours isn't?"

Gerok smiled. "Of course not; that's so simplistic." He looked over at T'Pol. "But, I know T'Pol's is very focused on one mate."

Jon couldn't help smiling.

"Orions, Captain, are very ... what was the word you used ... recreational," said Gerok. He leaned over and let his face rest against his chin. "Tell me, T'Pol, are you mated?"

Archer looked over at her.

"Are you inquiring on your behalf?" she asked. Archer was impressed; no one could evade a question like she could.

Gerok grinned. "Oh, definitely. I know it is outside of Pon Farr, but I have heard Vulcans mate outside those cycles."

"I do not wish to be rude, but Vulcans do not talk of this with off-worlders," she said. "We prefer to keep our mating habits a mystery." She raised an eyebrow and flirted. "Perhaps it adds to our appeal."

Archer frowned.

Gerok laughed. "Indeed." He nudged Archer. "I don't suppose you've heard any strange noises inside her cabin from time-to-time?" he asked with a laugh.

Archer sneered internally. "What brings you out here, Captain Gerok?"

T'Pol looked up. 'Although you may be uncomfortable, it is typical to let the Orions lead the conversation., aisha,' thought T'Pol.

"Your people must be prudes, Captain," said Gerok. "Even your lovely Vulcan here allows me to continue to talk about matters which displease her."

Archer shook his head. "We're not exactly prudes, we just feel there is a time and a place for everything." He paused. "And my first officer is much more skilled at diplomacy. I've come to learn she is more open-minded than I am."

Gerok nodded as the same Orion woman danced in front of Archer. Her hands combed through his hair. Archer crossed his legs and looked at T'Pol, trying to concentrate. The woman put her lips to his neck, running them down his jugular.

'This is killing me,' Archer thought to T'Pol. His eyes were definitely wanton as he tried to hold T'Pol's gaze. He felt his libido was in overdrive. Something about these women seemed like a drug. Archer thought about being alone with T'Pol.

T'Pol pushed her hair behind her ear. "Gerok, the captain can continue to give you information about the sexual exploits of his people, but that is not what you are here to discuss."

Gerok smiled. "You are very clever. Of course, it is a distraction to have you here."

T'Pol inclined her head. "You do me too much honor."

"No, my dear, not enough," Gerok said, as he ventured to touch her hand.

Archer began to get up from the table. "Listen, Gerok, I've had just about enough of ...."

T'Pol spoke up, withdrawing her hand. "Being thirsty. I think the captain would like a drink. Would you bring both of us one? I will drink what you would like, Gerok."

The Orion man smiled and scurried off toward the bar.

Archer looked at her. "No way. I'm ready to go." He leaned in. "One more crack outta Gerok and I swear I'm going to hit him."

T'Pol looked into his eyes. "How much time have we given Enterprise?"

"Twenty minutes. I don't think we should continue, T'Pol."

"The Enterprise needs another ten. I would not think that would be a problem," she said.

Archer sighed. "Ten and we're out of here, deal or no deal." Archer took out his communicator.

"I thought you were at least amusing yourself with the dancers," she chided.

He winced and opened his communicator. "Archer to Enterprise."

"Enterprise here, Captain," said Reed.

"Commander Tucker's repairs?" he asked.

"He's cutting it close to the wire, sir. They've run into more problems than they've expected."

Archer shook his head. "Did he say how much longer he may need?"

"Possibly up to an hour, Captain."

"Have you looked at the trade agreement terms?"

"Yes, sir."

"Would it be your recommendation that we begin trading?" asked Archer, eager to leave.

"Yes, sir. The agreements seem, quite normal. I'm concerned about the stolen weapons."

"Agreed," said Archer. "Let's only agree to trade the ones you know aren't stolen. Create that list and provide it to the Orions."

"Aye, sir," said Reed.

"I'd like you to work on the trading in ten minutes or so," said Archer. "And, let's encourage Commander Tucker to complete the repairs."

"Yes, sir. I'll contact you when we've begun trading."

"Thanks. Archer out."

Gerok walked back. "I know Vulcans do not like alcohol, but I thought this time might be an exception."

She raised her eyebrow. "Vulcans can drink, but we prefer our minds to remain clear." She raised the glass that he brought her and took a sip.

Gerok smiled. "Captain?" he asked providing him one.

Archer looked askance at T'Pol and took a drink. "This is quite good. What's this called?" asked Archer.

"Romulan ale," said Gerok.

T'Pol thought, 'Sip that, Jon. The symptoms of drunkenness come late. You may become intoxicated without realizing it.'

Archer nodded. "Thank you, Gerok, it's quite good."

As the stage emptied, the dancer from before came to sit at their table.

"L'Rang, this is Captain Archer and his lovely first officer T'Pol," introduced Gerok.

T'Pol looked a little concerned. "Gerok, forgive me, but you were talking about why you invited us here."

L'Rang began rubbing her leg against Archer's. He scooted his chair away, but looked distracted.

"Was I?" asked Gerok.

T'Pol raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps we should go," she said, turning to Archer.

Archer looked confused and thought, 'You just insisted that we stay?' L'Rang ran her hand along his chest. He looked at the Orion women with consternation.

T'Pol thought, 'I believe you call this ... bluffing, Jon. Jon?'

He looked at T'Pol. 'I'm all for leaving.'

Gerok stopped her. "Wait pretty one. You seem eager to talk business, T'Pol." He turned to Archer. "Our ship was badly damaged. I would like your assistance repairing it."

Archer sipped his drink. "How did it become damaged?"

Gerok frowned. "I know you are aware we have been in battle recently."

T'Pol spoke up. "I believe he was inquiring with whom you were in battle."

"A Klingon battle cruiser. It seems they are expanding their territory. I was in free space, but they insisted it belonged to them, and began firing." He drank. "Klingons don't fire warning shots."

T'Pol nodded. "What would make the Klingons violate boundaries in space and possibly trade agreements with you?"

"A new Klingon government. One bent on owning their area of the universe. Did you hear they claimed Xolax II?"

T'Pol looked at Archer. "Captain, the Klingons have wanted this mine for centuries. It gives them the materials they need to increase their fleet." She looked back at the Orion. "But, Gerok, why now?"

"I don't know. The rumor is that they traded secrets to the Tholians for that area," he explained.

Archer shook his head. "The Tholians?" he asked. 'T'Pol, I wonder if this is about the temporal cold war and our recent dealings with them and the man we found from the future,' thought Archer.

'Possibly, although I am still not convinced he is from the future. And we will never have that data now,' said T'Pol.

Archer smiled. 'You said that Humans and Vulcans mating had a better chance of happening than time travel.'

T'Pol raised her eyebrow. 'Perhaps I was mistaken.'

Archer leaned in, "Gerok, we know you outgun us. What assurance do we have that you won't attack?"

Gerok laughed. "Captain, although my people may be unpredictable, we are not sneaky. Besides, what assurance do we have you will not run off? Your ship is faster."

T'Pol spoke up. "What would we get in return?" she asked.

Gerok motioned to L'Rang. Archer shook his head.

Jon scratched his chin. "I'm not interested in people as compensation."

L'Rang stood up and sat in his lap. "I am skilled in many things," she said.

Archer was having trouble thinking. He managed to stammer, "Oh, I'm ... I'm sure you are. Humans don't believe in trading, buying or selling people. People are not objects," he said. He gently pushed her off his lap. She walked around and stood behind him, twirling his hair in her fingers.

Gerok shook his head. "What would you like, Captain? We have little to offer."

Archer shook his head and tried to smooth his hair down. "That's not true. Your friendship is important to my people."

Gerok laughed. "I do not represent the Orion government."

T'Pol said, "Does anyone from Orion represent the government?"

Gerok laughed heartily. "Too true, pretty Vulcan. Very well, Captain Archer, you will have my friendship. Although, I'm not certain I trust a man who asks for friendship and turns down an Orion dancer."

Archer smiled. His communicator went off. "Pardon me," he said. He stood up and walked away from the table. L'Rang walked back behind the stage, to prepare for the next number.

"So, is Captain Archer your mate?" asked Gerok to T'Pol.

She cocked her eyebrow. "Why do you say that?"

"What kind of a man turns down a dancer, ignoring her almost completely, and stares at you all night?" he asked.

"By that definition, Gerok, you would be my mate," said T'Pol.

"You are very good," he responded. "I won't ask anymore about it."

"Thank you," she responded.

"Since it seems your ship will be here a while, perhaps I can give you a tour of the ship?" he asked.

"Tomorrow would be preferable," she explained.

Archer turned back to the table. "One of my officers has begun the trading process. He sent the data burst to you of what supplies we'll agree to trade. Why don't you take a couple of hours to look over it?"

Gerok nodded. "Thank you," he said. "The repairs we need, our engines ... when will you be able to help us."

"I'll ask my Engineer to come over as soon as possible," said Archer.

"Excellent. I appreciate your help. T'Pol and I were discussing taking a tour of the ship tomorrow," said Gerok.

T'Pol looked over at him. "That is of course your decision, sir."

He smiled. "I think that's a great suggestion. Tomorrow at 1000?" he asked.

"Good," said Gerok.

Archer said, "I need to get back to my ship. Sub commander, care to join me?"

"By all means," she said.

Gerok escorted them to the docking bay.

Chapter Ten

Archer felt like running back to his cabin with T'Pol. As they walked down the corridor, he was amused her small steps were lagging so far behind. She was much smaller than he was, reaching only 5'6". He smiled.

As he reached his room before her, he had just enough time to contact Malcolm and ask him to be in charge for the next hour, while he ... rested. He also mentioned that he'd ordered T'Pol to rest as well.

When T'Pol entered his room, he grabbed her and began kissing down her neck, even before the door shut. His passion was unyielding and urgent.

"I thought you wanted to take our relationship slower," she said.

"I don't know if I can, especially not now," he replied. His lips enveloped hers as he put his hands through her hair.

He was tugging at her robes, but a little unsure how to work them from her green skin. She didn't offer any assistance. "Jon, you still seem to be affected by the pheromones the Orion women gave off. I ran some scans in the shuttle and it appears your species is greatly affected."

"I suggested we take care of this problem in the shuttle," he said moving his fingers over the folds of her robes unable to work them off.

She raised her eyebrow at the intensity of his passion. "That was impossible."

As his hand reached her hip, he was thinking in Vulcan; the word "guv-kanashivaya" continued to dance along his brain. He decided instead to kick off his shoes and unzip his uniform, as he cornered her against the wall.

T'Pol hung her mouth open at the vulgarity of what he was saying and thinking in a language she was certain he didn't understand or know how to speak.

His teeth were nibbling at her ear. He stepped out of his uniform and held her to him. She could tell just how eager he was.

"Aisha, we're due on the bridge," she protested.

"No, we're not. Well, at least not for another hour," he said. He kissed her neck, rubbing his hand down her garment. He whispered, "Why don't you help me with this?"

"Jon, are you sure you want to shirk your responsibilities so that we can be together?" she asked. "Admiral Forrest indicated he did not want you to do this."

He was incredibly turned on. He thought even a cold shower sounded kind of sexy in a way. He couldn't even break contact with T'Pol. He kissed her collarbone. "It's not uncommon to rest after an away mission."

"I do not think you have done it before," she said.

He took off his shirt. "What's really bothering you? That this might be the result of pheromones?"

She didn't say anything.

"Aisha, don't block your thoughts. Let me see them," he cooed.

Her thoughts were just as passionate, if not more so. But, he could sense a concern that he would not live up to his word. He would break a protocol he agreed to.

Feeling that she was equally aroused made him try to work quickly at her clothes. He felt like he would rip them, when she began to guide his hands over the folds, helping her get undressed.

"We can be speedy," he whispered. Her robes fell to the floor.

Her mouth was kissing his chest. "Yes."

He moaned and picked her up, putting her on the bed.

As he kissed her the com went off. Archer grunted. He got up and punched the panel, panting, "Archer."

"Captain, we just located another Orion ship in the area," said Reed.

"I'll be right there," he said. He turned to T'Pol who was nude. "Want to meet me on the bridge in ten minutes?" he asked, looking at his lover splayed out on the bed. He began to sweat.

She shook her head. "I can change more quickly."

He nodded. He began to put on his clothes, which was uncomfortable given his level of arousal. He tried taking a few deep breaths.

As she stood, he walked to her and found himself kissing her, groping at her naked body.

"Jon, you are scheduled to be on the bridge." She knew the pheromones were indeed affecting him. He seemed unnaturally aroused.

He nodded and before he could turn around, gathered her into his arms. He licked up her neck.

She broke his contact with some force, shoving him back into the door. "Captain, you should attend the bridge."

He nodded, and stumbled out of the door as if he was drunk. He was certain his uniform was clinging to him as he suppressed the idea of looking at women aboard the vessel on the way to the turbolift.

He began to sweat more profusely. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand. As he entered the bridge, he could tell the situation was tense. He tried to gather his wits.

"Status, Mr. Reed?" he asked. Archer found himself staring at Hoshi. He wiped his brow and looked back at his armory officer.

"Captain, we received a hail," said Reed. His eyes narrowed as he noticed Archer was having trouble focusing.

Hoshi turned to them. "Would you like me to put it on screen, sir?"

"Yes, Hoshi," said Archer. He hardly ever used her first name on the bridge. He sat down.

She raised her brows at him and began to work her fingers over the console.

Another Orion showed. "I am Pynndock V'Rtor. Vessel, stop your trade. You are dealing with a criminal. The Klingons and the Orion Eastern Federated Republic find A'nnntok Gerok has violated the rule of trade."

"This is Captain Archer of the starship Enterprise. I am unfamiliar with the trading agreements you have already established," said Archer.

"I would like your ship to discontinue trading," he said.

"We're not part of this conflict. Besides our trading has completed. If you let me ...."

Just as that line was delivered, a blast came from V'Rtor's ship to Gerok's. Archer had time to belt out, "Polarize hull plating," before the shockwave reached the ship. Reed was barely able to carry out the request in time. As the ship lurched, Archer spat, "Tactical alert. Arm phase cannons and ready for my signal," he said. His mind was still in a fog.

"Aye, sir," said Reed carrying out the orders.

"Archer to Engineering," said Archer.

He could hear scrambling as the senior Engineer, Foster, opened the com. "Sir, the shockwaves just undid the repairs we made."

Archer looked over at T'Pol who just entered the bridge. She looked beautiful. Her cheeks were bright green, a mark left over from his desire of her. She was feeling his thoughts through their link. He wet his lips.

"Captain?" asked Foster.

"How long to repair?" he asked, still looking at his mate with want.

'Aisha, the pheromones the Orion dancers released have greatly affected you," she thought, looking at the sweat now dripping off his brow. His hair was slightly damp.

He shook his head trying to stay focused.

"Don't know, maybe thirty minutes," said Foster. "Sir, I wish Commander Tucker was aboard."

Archer sighed. He looked at Reed. "Can we transport him back to the ship?"

Another shot was fired from the Orion Eastern Federated Republic ship. Archer barked, "Hang on."

The blast caused another shockwave that caused lights to blink across T'Pol's and Reed's station.

"Sir, the last shockwave again affected the Engineering section," said T'Pol. "I am receiving calls from that section that the anti-matter reactor is offline. These repairs will take hours."

"Ensign Mayweather, I'd like to put some distance between us and them. Since we don't have warp, let's use our impulse engines to get out of the line of fire," said Archer.

"Aye, sir," said Mayweather who began to take them out of range.

'Aisha, I may be able to help the Engineering department bring their systems online faster,' she thought. 'The Vulcans have perfected a way to bypass certain relays and prepare a 'cold' engine start ...."

He looked at her. His uniform was starting to soak through. He wanted to press his body into hers. Just thinking about her against him, made him shiver. He nodded slowly.

"Sub commander, please see if you can give Lt. Foster a hand," he said.

She nodded and walked to the turbolift.

"Captain, the Orion Eastern Federated Republic has also targeted us," said Lt. Reed.

He wiped the sweat from his brow again. The ship lurched forward, as Archer nearly fell to his feet. He felt a certain unusual quietness of his mind. He searched for T'Pol, but felt nothing. He thought maybe he was imagining it.

Reed looked up. "Sir, there's a small section of the ship that was hit."

Archer looked at him. "Casualties?" he asked.

"Don't know, but several are wounded," he said.

"How many?"

"Twenty. Apparently there was a shift change for Engineering. People were caught between the turbolift and that section."

Archer looked panicked. He felt his stomach tighten up. "Has Phlox already been summoned to that area?" he asked. He called T'Pol's name in his mind and received no answer. He sat down.

"Yes," said Reed.

"Which ship hit us?" asked Archer.

"V'Rtor's, sir," said Reed.

Archer sighed. "Fire phase cannons at them," said Archer. He didn't want to enter this conflict but felt he needed to protect his ship.

"Archer to Commander Tucker," he said.

"Tucker here, sir."

"You okay?" he asked.

"Well, other than getting' our butts kicked, sure. The engine here is really messed up. It'll take me about two hours to help restore the Orion ship."

"Trip, we had a small accident near Engineering," he said gently.

"How many?" he asked, understanding the comment.

"The recent count is twenty," he said. "I'm sorry," said Archer sinking into his seat. He called out to T'Pol again.

"Crewmen injured in critical condition: 2. Crewmen listed in poor: 1. Most other crewmen are stable and sustained minor injuries," called Reed.

Archer knew T'Pol was one of the two critically hurt. "Who's in critical condition?"

"Ensign Carter and Sub commander T'Pol," said Reed.

Archer felt like throwing up. He punched the com "Foster, I need to know how close you are to getting those engines ready," said Archer.

"Don't know, sir. The chaos of the new shift may put us behind."

"What can I do to ensure you get those online as soon as possible?" asked Archer.

Another shot was fired from V'Rtor's ship.

"Hang on," ordered Reed.

Archer gripped the sides of his command chair as the ship bucked against another shockwave.

"Return fire," said Archer.

Hoshi looked up. "Sir, it appears that V'Rtor's ship is crippled based on their subspace messages. It might be a distress signal."

Reed confirmed. "Aye, sir. They are adrift."

Archer turned to Hoshi. "Put me through to Gerok."

She nodded. Gerok appeared onscreen. He had a small cut on his forehead and smoke was billowing in the background.

"Gerok, I understand the other Orion vessel is adrift."

"It is," said Gerok. "Thank you for your assistance."

Archer nodded. "I assume our supplies made it aboard your vessel?"

"Yes. And our weapons?" asked Gerok.

"Yes," said Archer.

"Where's your lovely Vulcan?" he asked.

"Sickbay," said Archer. He felt sick again. His mind called out to her without response.

"It appears our friendship will have to be cut short," said Gerok.

"We are unable to leave the area. I need my Engineer back."

Gerok nodded. "Our systems are mostly online. We can handle the rest of the repairs."

Reed interrupted. "Captain, three Orion ships are appearing."

Gerok looked at his officer. "Captain Archer, it turns out the ships are part of our faction," he said with a smile.

Archer looked relieved. "Thank God for small favors."

Gerok shook his head. "I hope your Vulcan is okay."

Archer nodded. "Me, too." He called out to her again without response.

Trip came on the screen. "Sir, I'll take Shuttlepod one back. Considering the circumstances, I'd like to hurry up and get back."

Archer nodded. Gerok said, "Thank you. Although our friendship is cut short, it's not over." The screen went black.

"Stand down tactical alert, Lt. Reed. But, continue to watch long-range scanners to see if a ship is in the vicinity."

He agreed. "Aye, sir."

"I'm going to sickbay. You have the bridge, Malcolm." He entered the turbolift. The doors swished shut.

Chapter Eleven

As the turbolift began to move, Archer felt like he'd been hit by a lightning bolt. He could feel T'Pol's presence and her incredible pain. Archer's body smacked into the wall as if he was unable to breath. He slid down it, gasping for air.

As the doors opened, Cutler saw the captain huddled on the floor. She offered a hand to help him up. "Sir?" she asked.

He knew he was going to be sick. He felt a series of images fly through T'Pol's mind. He felt dizzy.

"Cutler?" he asked.

She managed to grab onto him and lift him to his feet, before he passed out.

When he woke up, he was in sickbay, looking at Dr. Phlox hovering over him. "Captain Archer, are you all right?"

Archer felt he was going to be sick again, but managed to keep it down. "Yes," he said. He looked around at his injured crewmen.

Phlox put a reassuring hand on him. "Mostly burns, cuts and bruises. The most serious is T'Pol and Carter. Carter's in stable condition. A metal rod went through their abdomens. I've welded the rod to separate the patients."

Archer rolled onto his side to throw up. Phlox managed to jab a hypospray into his neck before the bile left his stomach.

Phlox explained. "Vulcans have two hearts located in that area. She is out of her healing trance. I didn't want her blood pressure to become so low her hearts couldn't pump blood. She's aware, but unable to communicate."

Archer nodded. 'T'Pol, I am here.'

He didn't hear anything back, but knew she heard his voice in her mind.

"Captain, your mental link with T'Pol – how strongly do you feel it?"

Archer looked around at his crew, who were beginning to look on with suspicion. He thought about Forrest's order to disavow a relationship. He barely whispered, "Why do you want to know?"

"Perhaps you can help me. We were unable to remove the rod. It's very close to, or possibly in her heart. I need someone to tell me what she feels."

Archer nodded. He coughed. Archer forced himself to take deep breaths.

"Can you stand?" asked Phlox.

Archer squinted his eyes. He tried to at least lift himself up. He looked around and saw green blood covering T'Pol. He felt queasy again, but managed to hold it down by breathing deeply.

He winced as he forced his body to move off the biobed and toward T'Pol.

Phlox nodded. "Very good."

Archer reached the bed and had the urge to take her hand. Phlox's arm blocked Archer's chest. "It's best we don't move her at all."

Archer nodded.

Phlox ran a scan on the metal rod and looked over to Archer. "Tell me what you feel, Captain." He barely put a hand on the rod.

Archer cried out, "Stop!"

Phlox jerked his hand away. He slowly put his hand on it again.

Archer winced. Phlox began to slowly remove the rod, when Jon began to moan. The doctor stopped again and turned to the captain. "The pain seems less severe than a moment ago?" he asked.

Archer caught his breath. "Yes, less. A deep pain, as opposed to a sharp pain."

"Okay, we'll put her in stasis to keep from moving her. I'll give her some pain medication." Phlox sighed. He ran a scan and smiled. "I think we got what we needed – the angle of removal to prevent from harming an organ."

'Aisha,' thought Archer with relief.

"Is there anything she taught you about your mental link to distract her?"

"Yes," said Archer.

"I'll need you to do it in just a moment. Let me set up the necessary equipment." Phlox spoke hastily. "Your relationship may have saved her life twice – once during her mating and now."

Archer didn't care who in sickbay heard this information. He looked down at his mate and thought about his love for her, and the first time they kissed.

Phlox nodded over to him. He put a curtain around them for privacy. "I need you to begin now." Phlox gave her a couple of hyposprays as Archer began to feel a calmness trickle through his mind.

Archer thought of several things at once – their first kiss, watching her on the bridge, eating breakfast with her, their lesson on sharing thoughts.

Phlox looked over at Archer. "It's almost out, just a little more."

Archer thought about marriage, pointy-eared children, nights with T'Pol in his cabin, looking at the stars together from Earth or Vulcan, going to sleep with her in his arms and nibbling on her ears. He thought of her finger on his chin. He thought of almost losing T'Pol once before, when they were both too stubborn to admit their attraction.

As Phlox pulled the rod from T'Pol, she thought, 'I was not the stubborn one.'

Jon smiled. 'Oh, yes you were.'

Phlox nodded to Archer and said, "Be careful," and began to work around the room gathering surgical equipment together.

"T'Pol," Archer said kissing her on the lips. He brushed the hair from her forehead and planted a small kiss on her forehead. People in sickbay were beginning to whisper, seeing the silhouette of the captain and the Vulcan.

Phlox finished. "Captain?" he asked.

Archer looked at him and back down at his first officer. He winked at T'Pol. "I'll see you soon, sweetheart."

He walked out from behind the curtain, getting a pretty good idea his crew saw him. He cleared his throat and walked over to Carter who appeared to be in stable condition.

"How you feeling, Rich?" asked Archer.

Rich smiled that the captain hadn't referred to him as Ensign Carter, and actually remembered his name.

"Better. Sub commander T'Pol saved our lives, sir."

Ensign Waters, who had a large bruise on her forehead, nodded. "So did Carter, sir. He and the sub commander."

Carter blushed. "I just helped T'Pol out."

"When some of the structure of the hall gave-way, you and the sub-commander gave orders to the rest of the crew."

Archer smiled. "Rich, I'm proud of you; you've done a service to your ship and crew."

Rich beamed.

Archer walked around to the other crewmen to talk with each of them. As many people began to descend into Engineering, the ship took damage to that area. T'Pol was able to save much of the crew, but Carter refused to let her make the sacrifice alone. The metal rod that was stuck in T'Pol also went through Carter.

Archer's admiration for the young man increased several times over.

Chapter Twelve After being in sickbay for several hours, he went back up to the bridge.

"Sir, Commander Tucker is onboard and says the repairs to the engines are almost complete."

Archer nodded. "Thanks, Malcolm."

"Hoshi, get me Admiral Forrest," he said.

Archer walked into his ready room. As he thudded into his chair, he put a hand through his hair. He realized he had T'Pol's blood on his uniform and the smell of antiseptic on his clothes. His clothes were still slightly damp, and his hair was out of place. He rubbed his hand over his chin.

Admiral Forrest's face appeared.

"I know this can't be good news, unless this is a social call."

Archer's shook his head. "Enterprise sustained some damage and we have several crewmen injured, although none are dead. I'll provide further details in my report."

Forrest looked at the green goo on Archer's shirt and asked. "Sub commander T'Pol?"

"She'll recover."

Forrest nodded. "You're about to tell me your crew found out about you two, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir," said Archer with a grim face.

"We discussed the ramifications."

"Yes, we did."

"What happened?"

"I went to go see her in sickbay."

"And?" asked Forrest.

"I was suffering from many of the same symptoms she was, without suffering from the wound," he said. "This is going to be difficult to explain, but we have a ... psychic link to each other. We share thoughts, feelings, smells, sounds, tastes ...."

"So, when she was hurt, you were hurt as well?" he asked.

"In a sense, yes. I was taken to sickbay and asked to distract her while Dr. Phlox removed a metal rod that threatened to rupture one of her hearts."

"And during this, your other crew who were hurt ... they saw this?" asked Forrest.

"Yes, sir. And, although I knew they could see through the flimsy curtain, I kissed her."

"Jon, what do you think I should do?" asked Forrest.

"I think you shouldn't ask me that. You should do what you think is right," said Archer. "I understood my orders. I didn't carry them out."

"Although I didn't want to involve the Vulcans, I'd rather they hear it from me before they read about it online."

Archer nodded. "Yes, sir."

"I'll give you my decision tomorrow afternoon."

"Aye, sir. Your orders in the meantime?"

"Head back to Earth," said Forrest as his image faded.

Archer ran his hand through his hair and breathed a deep sigh.

"Engineering to Captain Archer," said Trip.

"Archer here. Go ahead, Trip."

"Sir, our engines are back online."

"Good work. Archer out."

He walked out of his office and toward Mayweather. "We're heading back to Earth. Warp 3."

Mayweather furrowed his brow. "Earth? Any reason, sir?"

"To see whether I'm drummed out of Starfleet," he murmured to himself.

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