I don't own Enterprise or anything in the Star Trek universe. Don't sue me, I'm innocent!

I'm not totally sure where I'm going with this story in later chapters…so just bear with me.

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            A lone shuttle moved through space, its pilot idly tapping the console in front of him. On a small screen in front of him, a young woman with shoulder-length black hair was having a worried conversation with the man.

            "You can't possibly think you're going to accomplish anything!" She protested as her eyes shone with concern. She leaned forward to in an attempt to stress her point, "You can't do this."

            The man shook as head as he glanced back at the screen. In part agitation and part annoyance, he moved a hand from the console in front of him so he could run it through his sandy brown hair while he replied. "Come on, Mags, you didn't know what mom was like before he left. It's something I have to do."

            He looked away from the monitor as he stood up to work at another console that had been added into the shuttle. The vessel buckled for a moment, and then was stabilized as the station was activated and a pale blue glow engulfed the shuttle. The woman noticed the change as started talking of her disapproval once again. "You aren't even sure that thing will work! You could end up who knows where. Any number of things could go wrong and I don't need to lose my brother right now."

            The young man punched a few more buttons before settling back down at his original position. He cast an exasperated look at the woman that was his sister. "And if something goes wrong, you can say 'I told you so' all you want to."

            "If something goes wrong, you may not be around to say 'I told you so' to."

He cast a cocky smile towards the image, "You've been looking after me for years, Mags. You know I have to do this."

            "I know, I know. But why?" She stared for several long seconds forward at her brother before continuing, "Why do you have to go on this senseless quest of yours to get back at Dad?"

            "You didn't know him. You just didn't know him or Mom. If you knew them, you'd be doing this, too. You can't convince me to come back and act like nothing went wrong." He paused as he stared off into the space in front of him, before quietly adding on, "You barely knew Mom when she was…happy and healthy. I did."

            A look of resignation had made its way into the woman's soft eyes, along with a few stray tears. "I knew I couldn't talk you out of this insane mission of yours. But please, please be careful. I don't want anything to go wrong. I want to see you again"

            He smiled at his sister, nodding his head. "You'll see me again, so don't think this is some sad suicide mission."

"Isn't it? Strange technology, working with bizarre aliens, going on a raggedy ship…"

"Sis, I'll be okay. I swear I'll try not to get transporter psychosis or kill myself. But now I gotta go, or else I'll miss my chance. I'm not sure we'll still be around after I get even with Dad, but hopefully all my calculations are right. Mom will be better than ever without him."

            "Just promise me you won't kill him."

            A forlorn look crossed the pilot's face as he shook his head. All the pain of the past fifteen years shone across his features when he murmured his reply. "I can't promise that, sis. There's no way possible I can promise that."

            She glanced down at the desk in front of her before forcing a smile at her brother. "I'll talk to you later, alright?"

            "Definitely. See you later, Mags." He closed the connection with a sigh and turned back to his console. His fingers slid over the controls as though he'd been raised around ships all of his life as he worked to start his mission. The distraction of his sister gone, he could work with the real task at hand. It was something he had to do. Every detail had been planned out. Dad won't know what hit him…Thought the pilot as he stood up to work with the additional console in the corner.

With the pushing of a few buttons, the shuttle rocked, before a blue-white beam shot from the craft's small deflector dish. Within seconds, a portal burst into the space in front of the vessel.

            The pilot glanced over at his sensors making sure that all was correct. With a small shout of victory, he maneuvered the shuttle into the threshold of what he had created. What he entered would commonly be known as a 'wormhole' in later generations, and this one went straight into 2152, almost thirty years into the past.

            Charles Tucker IV was going to visit his father.