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

2007-03-09

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

Soval and Amanda

Part 37 Connections PG

Jonathan Archer was exhausted and he knew T'Pel was hurting. He did not think he had any pain killers a Vulcan could tolerate but he did have chemical ice bags. They would help with the swelling in her leg. He knew she would need expert care and he wished he could contact Enterprise and have Phlox take a look at her. For the moment however he could not risk communications. He switched on the camera feeds and began to scan the area. He wanted as much warning as possible if Terra Prime found them.

T'Pel leaned back against a rock. She wanted to enter a healing trance but knew she had to wait until the Captain returned. She had to explain to him what she was doing and how his assistance might be needed. She was certain she could speed up her healing with meditation and a trace perhaps even control her symptoms of Ponn Far . She was very worried that she might harm the human captain. Vulcans had very little logic when the mating drive hit. She was concerned that her instincts would endanger Jonathan. Perhaps it would be wise to have him bind her for his own safety.

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Jonathan carried the supplies back to the waiting T'Pel. One he had tended her wounds he hoped to move her to a more comfortable place. The lair had sleeping quarters and he knew she would likely want to meditate. Even he wanted time to reflect on the events of the day. He could feel Surak closer then he had been in a while. It was as if he was trying hard to tell him something but Jonathan was to tired to comprehend it. I Guess I will just have to wing it. Sorry Surak I am to tired to hear you. I promise I will look after her.

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Commander Tucker greeted his friend as he entered the consulate. Malcolm Reed had a grim look on his face.

"Any news Commander?" He asked

"No Mal I was hoping you would have something. We reached a dead end. "

Malcolm frowned as he paced he looked over at Soval and noted real concern on the Ambassador's face. He looked angry though it was clearly controlled.

"It seems that Terrra Prime has kidnapped the Captain." T'Pol explained. "We have no viable leads and we were only alerted to this situation by his canine. "

Malcolm stumbled and looked at T'Pol not quite believing what he heard. He looked over and noted Portthos was laying on a chair with a small mixed breed dog. Clearly watching them all.

"Porthos? What…how did he inform you?"

Trip grinned at this incredulous look. "Well Mal he did a Lassie on us. Belle there distracted our guards and he came barging in. Needless to say it was …..a Kodiak moment." He blushed a deep red.

Malcolm looked away smiling so they got caught…. He grinned. "Well then we at least know the who. I will contact M. See if they have any news. Have you heard from Shran?"

"No, Though he is scanning the system for us." T'Pol said "We should also contact Columbia. I am certain Captain Hernandez would help us."

Trip nodded. "She is Jon's friend. I certain she would. But ….we have to be careful we don't want Star Fleet to know this yet."

" I can assure you that the message will be secure." Malcolm said. He pulled out a communicator. "Ian I need you to deliver a message in person. Yes to her as we suspected we will need her help. Yes, She is a friend and trustworthy."

"I am on my way Malcolm. I do what I can to help her."

"Fair enough." Malcolm said smiling. Ian was a good man and he would be an asset to Captain Hernandez in the search.

Ian left the office and headed for the shuttle port. He placed a call to his old friend Bruce Decker who was the security chief of the USS Colombia. "Bruce I need a favor. Can you arrange a meeting with the captain of your ship?"

"Sure no problem. She is returning in a hour from shore leave. Maybe I could say you popped up for a visit."

"That would be great. Bruce this is big old friend. "

"I figured Ian. Meet you in the shuttle bay."

Ian smiled and signed off. It paid to have friends in all areas of Earth service. He smiled as he considered how shocked his old University room mate would be with this news.

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Archer moved with natural grace. Having drank some water and checked to ensure that they were for the moment safe he felt he could help care for his wounded guest. He wondered if she would need a healing trance? Would she trust him enough to risk one. It really would be best if she could heal enough to walk without the crutches. He debated on if he should suggest this course of action. After all he was not a healer or doctor. His training was at best that of a field medic. He sighed worried he would fail to keep the Vulcan safe. He would not like to fail so lovely a lady.

T'Pwl noted that Archer looked refreshed. Clearly he had found sustenance.

"I have some water here and a few field rations. They are fruit bars. Unfortunately most of what I have here is designed for humans. But I have an ice pack and some clean bandages. I also brought a towel for you. There is a shower facility if you wish to use it."

T'Pel was shocked. She had not expected this place to be so well stocked. Clearly the human had chosen their bolt hole with care. It was clear he was more then familiar with this place and it's secrets.

"I found this place shortly after my father passed on. It ….It was a place to grieve. A private retreat. No one knows about it ….. Well maybe one person but they might not remember. " Archer recalled T' Pol telling them a story about the safe place Mestral had built for his family. A place he and Maggie used for his time. He sighed and wondered if she would remember. He knew he had joked with her about his dessert fortress. He just hoped she put two and two together.

TBC...