Disclaimer: Star Trek in all its forms belongs to Gene Roddenberry and the Corporations. There is no infringement intended, as this is just a humble fan fiction intended to amuse and entertain. No money will be made nor is any expected. Just a few reviews to make the author smile and feel it is worth writing more. This is a Soval and Amanda Cole fan fiction. Trip and T'Pol are a mated pair and will be popping in from time to time. In this fan fiction T' Pol and Soval are related and T' Pau is T' Pol's cousin. Other Enterprise crew may appear as needed. Consider this an AU with little regards to Cannon.

Sequel to Logical Life-Mates

A/N: Telepathy and thoughts in Italics

By Fire Star

2007-04-09

"May we together be more then the some of our parts."- Surak

Soval and Amanda

Part 21(Identity)

Malcolm followed his father out. He could not believe this had been so simple? Was that all it took merely almost getting killed? He forced the anger and bitterness aside. Spencer Reed was willing to help him and his adopted family that should be enough. The rest was a useless waste of energy. He pushed his anger aside using the meditation techniques Soval had been showing them all. He felt calmer and at peace. He knew with his father's resources it would be far simpler to stop this plan. He had no desire to lose any of his friend or family. Malcolm knew deep down inside Enterprise and it's crew had saved his sanity and perhaps his dark soul he was not about to let those bastards at Terra Prime destroy that peace. Not while he lived.

Spencer Reed Drove the ground car with practiced ease. He could feel the tension and fear from his son. Malcolm had clearly not wanted to come to him but he had swallowed his pride. That more then anything else told him how important this was to his prideful son. Spencer was not certain if he could find the information Malcolm needed to keep his friends safe however he was going to try. His son had not in recent years ever needed him and Spencer was not about to fail him. He pulled into the headquarters of the oldest security /intelligence force on planet Earth. He was saluted by armed guards who did not even raise a brow as he took his only son in with him. Of course the resemblance was clear. While Malcolm was a compact man he did have his father's features and easy gait. The gait of a wild jungle cat and no one was foolish enough to get in their way. Spencer removed a card and handed it to his son. Even as his palm rested against the monitor.

The computer answered "Welcome Admiral Reed please enter your password."

He typed it in on the keyboard. A wicked smile appearing on his face. He was going to enjoy this.

Malcolm took it and then looking it over handed it back. Spencer smiled at his confused look. Spencer put it into a slat on the computer.

The computer beeped then said "Welcome Lt. Commander Reed. Please enter your families name and title."

Malcolm stiffened it was not well known. He looked at his father and sighed as he typed it in. "Reed, Philip, Malcolm Knight of St George son of Spencer , Charles Viscount of Halley."

"Welcome Lt. Commander you and the Admiral may enter now."

Malcolm glared at his father having a feeling he had just been recruited into MI6 at least temporarily.

The admiral smiled at his son. He had been waiting over 10 years for this day. Spencer knew of course it was only for today at the most but he would enjoy it. After all he had always wanted to work with his son.

"How am I supposed to explain this to the Captain or Soval?" he asked in hushed tones clearly annoyed.

Spencer grinned and laughed out loud something his son had rarely seen. "Do not worry son it is only temporary as we have to go into some highly secured areas. M was kind enough to indulge me. So be patient. Besides now you can tell Harris he is only the second best intelligence force you work for."

Malcolm smiled at this. "True that would of course make it is worth it I suppose." He relaxed as the logical and plausible explanation cane through. Maybe I am to paranoid he thought?

Spencer Reed smiled sadly as his son followed him inside. Yes my son you are now MI6 so when I am gone all that I have here will be yours. You may need it again. So I will leave you a door in. It is perhaps the only legacy from me you would value….Someday I hope you understand and will forgive me this.

TBC

To everyone who has been kind enough to read and review. I am back in school now so updates maybe a little further appart depending on my time. Please be patient.

I promise to update as soon as I can do so with a reasonable story line. Thanks again for all the support.

Lisa

AKA

Fire Star