Author's Note: I don't really have anything to say but enjoy.

Summary: How do the two parents react to finding out they knew their son years before he was born?

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Chapter 14:

Things Set in Motion

Two weeks later, Trip and T'Pol's relation had grown significantly. They were very close and Trip was even considering proposing. But not today.

Today was the day of Selack's funeral. They had searched for Selack or, at least, his remains during those two weeks, but they never found a thing. Nor did they discovery what happened to him. Even though, they still held a funeral for him. Starfleet style.

After Trip gave a heart warming eulogy, telling of what little they knew about him. He told of the friendship he forged with the young Vulcan. And told everyone of how he never would forget him. Everyone remained silent as the smooth, black tube came by. It cared nothing, but used to simulate the idea of burying the body.

Archer and Malcom had, in respects, had anyone who knew of his collaboration keep it quiet. They cleared everything up with the senior staff by telling them their findings, but after the scene with him and the Suliban, they were seriously reconsidering what they thought.

**About seven months later**

A cry could be heard throughout sickbay as a new life came into the world.

T'Pol almost smiled with joy as her baby was placed in her arms. Trip did, as he hopped around the room, which was enough to break her Vulcan control. She had learned to let lose at times while she was pregnant and married to Trip.

Their son was beautiful, tiny points were on his ears, he had the Vulcan greenish tint to his skin, and he had his father's hazel eyes.

"Have you thought of a name yet?" Dr. Phlox asked the couple, as he smiled at the child and he knew what his role in all this was.

"Not really, we still haven't been able to settle on a Vulcan or human name. Any ideas?" Trip responded.

"How about," Phlox responded with, "Selack."

The two smiled at the memory of the person who first owned that name. "That would be perfect." T'Pol answered.

"Selack," Trip said, smiling at his son. Then he looked harder and, perhaps it was only his imagination, but he thought he could see some of the late Selack in him. Trip's smile widen, the name would go perfect with their child.

**Seven Years Later**

They had been living on an outpost for the past two and a half years, ever since Enterprise's mission ended. It was a small m-class planet in a system between Vulcan and Earth. It was more of a trading post and science colony, but there were cases of ships coming for more than those things like repair jobs.

Trip was a local engineer. He helped to repair ships in need of matinees when they came. Or he would repair things that broke down in the 'colony', as everyone called it. But when he wasn't working, he taught his son everything he knew, just as he did on Enterprise.

T'Pol mostly worked in the lab the outpost was known for. They did all sorts of experiments, including working on new weapons, shielding, and such. She, too, taught Selack all she knew in her spare time.

Both Trip and T'Pol had agreed they didn't want to live on either Earth or Vulcan because they felt it would limit Selack's decision to chose the Vulcan or human way of life. On Enterprise both T'Pol and Hoshi taught him the Vulcan language and culture. Along with meditation and metal discipline to complete the understanding of the Vulcan way of life.

Trip and just about the rest of the crew taught him the human way of life. They taught him English, humor, the human culture, and introduced him to the food of the planet.

Though he was now seven years old, he still had not expressed a desirer to be either one. But to be the mix of them, like he was.

The two parents stood watching their son play with the other human children. He could be as human as all those children or as much of a Vulcan as his mother was when Trip first met her.

There were certain characteristics they were beginning to find… familiar. His hair, for one, it had the same blonde strips that his namesake had. His voice, stance, eyes, and even some habits were all eerily similar, if not exactly the same, to the former Selack. These things concerned yet intrigued the two.

"Phlox is due to arrive in a few minutes. We should be going." T'Pol reminded her husband and they headed out to meet him.

A few hours later, they had all said hello and caught up with each other. They fond out that Phlox had been teaching at the Academy for the past two years, finding that he missed human company too much. Then Phlox, reluctantly, reminded why he was there.

Selack was out playing with his friends, understanding it was a 'grown up' talk. He had gotten to see Phlox again and knew he would again later. Phlox had always been one of his favorite people onboard Enterprise because it always seemed like he had a secret about him that he couldn't tell for some reason.

"So, doc, what's up?" Trip asked, as they were finally situated.

Phlox thought of a way to start and how to say what he had to say. "Well, I assume you've noticed the… familiar features Selack's grown into."

"Yes, they do seem to fit the late Selack's appearance." T'Pol answered with her usual raised eyebrow.

"Well, he's, uh, not so late. In two ways." After receiving two blank stares, he continued with, "Are, so called, 'late' Selack was actually transported back to the future. Hopefully about nine years from now. Plus the fact, that Selack," Phlox said pointing to a picture of their son, "Is the same as the one we meet and befriended years ago."

The two looked surprised by that, but also very uncertainty. "How do you know that, Doctor?"

"He entrusted me with his secret all those years ago and knew I would understand that I had the… responsibility of explaining it to you three." Phlox finished with, "It's his destiny to go back and do what the Selack we remember, do."

"Why now?" Trip asked.

"He gave hints that it would be around this time that he would be leaving."

"How does he do that?" T'Pol asked, always the scientist.

"Remember Daniels," They nodded, showing that they remembered. "It was him and his 'people'. He also told me once he found out, he had to prepare by learning all about everything that happened in that time period. Also about the places and such we went to."

The two parents looked out the glass wall, which looked out into their back yard, were their son still played. He would grow up to be the young man they remembered from so long ago.

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Guess what? There's actually one more chapter!

It's kind of short but still something I wanted to post only I didn't want it in this chapter.

Anyway, two letters, R/R please.