Author's Note: Alright, alright, here's your next chapter. If this chapter seems a bit rushed, then I'm sorry, it was the only way I could think of making this work and to met my deadline. But I think you can get the point away.

Summary: When Trip starts to exhibit symptoms similar to T'Pol's, did she give it to him and how? And why does either of them have it?

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Chapter Four:

Truths and Lies

**Sickbay**

The next day, Trip wasn't feeling so hot. Actually he was. He had a temperature, 105oF to be exact. He had woken up with the temperature and feeling awful and not hungry, though he should have. He went, almost, straight to sickbay to get something for it; no matter how much he seemed to hate it lately.

But he got much more than he bargained for. After Phlox had performed his scan, he found some kind of nero-chemical imbalance.

"It appears your ceretoneon levels are fluctuating."

"What does that mean."

"I honestly don't know." Trip sighed and shook his head in a manor that appeared to show he just remembered something. "What?"

"Last night, T'Pol had all the same symptoms I have now. Plus she thinks we have… a telepathic bond. Maybe it was something else they did to us when we were… captured. I think our fevers might be some kind of… side effect." Trip theorized.

"That could be it. But I would like to see T'Pol; check her out."

"She looked awful last night, I dought she will feel much better today. She probably worse." Trip informed the Doctor; just so he knew before he left. "One other thing, when I confronted her about… something, she claimed she didn't remember. It maybe one of the later side effects; I don't know."

"Right." He walked over and grabbed a hypospray. "Here you go. It should help with your fever; bring it down." He injected him in the neck and Trip immediately brought his hand over the wound. Phlox gently pushed him down on the bio bed (he was sitting up before), sending him a silent message; telling him to get some rest.

As Trip lay down and had another he knew, or rather felt, a flashback about to release itself. He could feel the pure clarity that came with one.

He was face down on what felt like a board. He was strapped down, hard and tight, to it. It hurt, badly, that alone. But what really hurt, was the smack across his back. Pain went up his back and he shouted, a sharp, howling scream.

He cringed as the pain subsided and the clarity slipped away from him. He closed his eyes and tried to hold onto the image for as long as he could.

**Taso Ship**

"They are in their Sickbay," Uion said into the comm. After a pause he told his two superiors, "And they are alone."

"Good. Be ready to transport us back on my signal."

Uion pressed (actually it was more of a slam) and the comm. went dead silent. He had opposed this from the very beginning but, of course, neither Terion nor Xion listened to him. A few more pushed buttons and the transporters were ready to transport at the touch of a button, literally.

**Sickbay**

Phlox had found T'Pol in her quarters with a very high fever and in far worse condition than Trip. After giving her something for it, he had almost dragged her to sickbay; that was how 'out of it' she was.

Phlox had stepped out for a moment, most likely to tell the Captain how they were and how sorry he was for not picking any of this up earlier. T'Pol was completely and totally restless, annoying Trip because he could no longer sleep. He turned on his side, so he was now facing her, and smiled at her emotional state. He had never seen her like this and it was quite refreshing to be the unemotional one, for a change. "Why don't cha get some rest. Or at least lay down." T'Pol had been pacing back and forth for the past ten minutes. She was panting and sweating horribly, all from her fever. She was very emotional; not excluding frustration and annoyance. She actually seemed to be holding back on some of her emotions; some that she just wouldn't let through. "So, ya wanna explain all this, 'cause I know you know. Or do I get to guess to my heart's desire?"

T'Pol glared at him. She knew what was happening to the two of them and that he had no clue. After all, he did have a right to know. "The chemical… Did you hear that?"

Trip looked at the door, "I think so."

Just then, two people burst in, going too fast for them to identify them. One grabbed T'Pol by the waist, the other dragged Trip out of bed. "Now," the one who had Trip hissed into on small communicator. Trip and T'Pol continued to struggle before and after they were caught in a white/blue light.

They appeared in a chamber of sorts. The glow and sudden changing of color hurt their eyes. They both blinked trying let their eyes adjust, temporally stopping them from struggling with their captors. That was just enough time for the third person in the room to come up to them and inject them with something. Everything started to grow darker, even with the bright, colorful lights, and both slipped into unconsciousness.

**Taso Ship**

Trip woke up in a dark, small room. He had a bad headache and a fever. He even had this strange feeling, a feeling he couldn't begin to describe. It was this strong feeling growing in the pit of his stomach.

Once his vision was clear, he took a better look around. It was cold, damp, and very dark. The walls were bare and so was the rest of the room, besides them. It was small; perhaps five or six meters in length and formed a square. It had a familiar feeling, a bad one. After he thought about it, he could remember it was the same place from his flashback.

He looked over at T'Pol; she was still asleep. He pushed himself next to her to see how she was doing. His face was mere inches away from her face as he checked her pulse. He felt an overwhelming desire to kiss her; why he felt this way all of a sudden, he had no idea. He started to feel a rush of primitive and strange feelings; some of which he had no name for. He brought his hand to her face and caressed it slowly.

A swooshing sound told him someone was coming. He quickly turned away from her and tried to stand. The best he got was a half-witted sitting position. He was panting hard as the need to protect her was all that registered in his brain.

"Ah, Commander, you're awake. Your system always did fight off the sedatives much faster." Captain Terion said with an evil smile plastered over his face.

Trip rapid breathing never cease, especially not when his eyes started to burn with fire as his anger grew. He continued to force his still wobbly legs to stand, trying to increase his own intimidation.

He had been shoved into a dark room. The same room as before. He put his hands down; trying to brace himself for the imminent force of the blow hitting the ground would create. He was already sore, cut, and beaten, but now he hurt far worse.

He heard a cold, evil laugh that came from behind. He turned his head to see who held the laugh. It was…

'Xion,' Trip thought as his flashback ended. He had meet him briefly after he returned to duty. His disoriented caused him to lose quite a bit of his dormancy.

"The sedative is pretty strong, isn't it? I bet you're felling pretty bad by now. Sick to your stomach; you always use to. Or that could have been all those diseases you had in your system." He was circling Trip now. Drawling closer then backing off. Trip merely stood in a defensive position between him and T'Pol; tensed, getting ready to fight.

"Good. I see it's working."

"What's working?" Trip's voice was harsh and rash.

"I'm not entirely sure. IT seems to be something you should ask her about. She'd know." He nodded toward T'Pol when he said that. He gave him a emotionless look before walking out the door.

Trip tried controlling his breathing but he still had so much adrenalin in his system. He bent down and checked T'Pol again. She was rousing so Trip shook her to make the process faster. "T'Pol, T'Pol, wake up."

She moaned before blinking, starting to become more aware and alert to her surroundings. "Commander?" She felt just like Trip had when he first woke; feverish, her head hurt, and she had a rush of emotions envelop her. "What happened?"

"We were… abducted by the Tasos. They injected us with something that knocked us out." After T'Pol seemed to take that in he finished with. "You were saying something in sickbay before, what was it?"

T'Pol took a minute to think how she was going to phrase it. "We are both suffering from the Ponn Farr. It is a chemical imbalance that forces all Vulcans to return to the home world and… take a mate every seven years of our adult life. It takes away our ability to make logical chooses and effects our emotional control."

"No wonder that marriage thing was such a big deal." Trip commented.

"Yes. The bond formed between us must have been something they did to us before. Causing me to experience Ponn Farr must have been a side effect of that. I am sorry to have involved you; it was, at the time, the most logical thing to do."

"Ya don't have t' apologize. I think I understand."

His compassion and sincerity intrigued her. He was knelling next to her now sitting up form. An over-whelming urge to kiss him took over and she leaned closer to him. When their lips touched, it was the weirdest thing either had ever experienced. Trip felt like he was in two places at once; he was feeling her lips on his but also his lips on hers. They broke apart after a while, but only once they needed air. Passion and desire burned in their eyes as they stared deeply into them.

The sanitations they felt were nothing either had ever encountered. They could feel the other's emotions, physical and mental feelings. Trip brought his hand to her check and went to kiss her again, his inability to control anything stronger than ever.

The door opened and Xion and Terion walked in. "Commander, Sub-Commander, this is not the time for that." Trip moved away from T'Pol, the same protectiveness over took him. He stood up and no matter how feverish and wary he felt, he tried to protect her from them. He was running on pure instinct and adrenaline. "Take him first." Xion walked up and grabbed Trip; T'Pol jumped up and twisted his wrist, flipping him over.

Terion walked behind her and injected her; Trip tried to help but couldn't. She fell limp on the ground and Trip and firmly taken away.

**Sickbay**

Phlox walked in and was about to asked how they were doing when he noticed both beds were empty. "Commander Tucker? Sub-Commander T'Pol? Are you here?" When there was no answer, he walked over to the comm. and asked, "Commander Tucker, Sub-Commander T'Pol, if you're on the ship please answer." Again no answer. He tried asking Hoshi to scan the ship for them, fearing they could not answer.

"I'm not reading them anywhere, Doctor." Hoshi answered, dismay filling her voice.

**Bridge**

"Are you sure they're not on the ship." Archer questioned Hoshi.

"I'm positive, Captain."

"Can you check the Taso's ship; see if they're on their ship?" Archer asked, trying all options.

After a short pause, Hoshi looked up, disappointment written all over her face. "I can't get past their hull, sir."

"Then hail them."

He received many strange looks from the bridge, but Hoshi complied anyway. "Aye, sir."

The screen flickered to show their bridge and Terion standing there. "Hello, Captain. What a pleasure."

Archer showed a small forced smile and replied, "It would be if it weren't under these circumstances. Commander Tucker and Sub-Commander T'Pol are missing. Do you have any idea were they might be? A cloaked ship we may not be able to detect?"

Captain Terion looked just the slightest bit shocked. He shook his head and told Archer, "No, I don't know where they are. But we will look."

"Thank-you." The link cut and Archer's face dropped. "He was lying through his teeth. He knows exactly where they are, he's just not telling."