Author's Note: OK, this is going to be technically my last chapter. If you like it and want another one, R/R and say so. If you think the end works for you, then I might not continue.

Anyway, I hope you like the story and I do hope to continue for I've really liked writing it.

Summary: As the last of the plan starts to fall together, will they succeed or fail to rescue them? What will happen if they don't?

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Chapter Six:

Executing The Plan

**Archer's Ready Room**

They informed the Captain of their plan and what it would require. "It will definably put a strain on the emitter and we'll have to do it quick or they may detect us," Travis explained.

"I recommend keeping the team to a maximum of four or five."

"Alright, you're plan sounds good, and it's most likely the only shot we're going to have at getting them back. Malcolm, brief two of your best officers, make sure they don't have a problem with the transporter. Travis, you go to Engineering and tell them what needs to be done. Malcolm, once you've got your men ready, equipped, and in the transporter, I want you up here to do the shooting before you get down there to leave." Each of Archer's orders was meet with obedient nods.

They all walked out of his ready room at his dismissal. The other two headed out to do what they were told, while Archer went over to Hoshi. "How's it going?"

"I've narrowed it down to these two decks," she pointed to were she meant on a blue print of the Taso ship, "and this section," she pointed to a rear section of it.

"Good work. Keep working, try to narrow it down to one deck. The rescue team will need all the help they can get." He walked over to his seat as Hoshi went back to work. He sat on the edge of his chair and he starred at the Taso ship and hoped that they could pull this off.

About ten minutes later their plan was almost ready to set in motion. "Alright, sir. I think we're as ready as we're ever going to be," Travis reported.

"Hoshi?" Archer asked.

"I've just sent the coordinates to the transporter room."

"Malcolm?"

"My men are in the transporter room, ready to transport when told. Also the power generator and weakest shield area have been loaded into the targeting sensors."

"Prepare to activate the tacyon beam," After a few beeps Archer gave the order.

A blue light shot out at the Taso ship and their shields started to fluctuate. A second later they visibly went down and Malcolm initiated phase two. A torpedo shot out at their belly and the ship tipped back a little. Malcolm ran to the turbolift and was obviously heading to the transporter room. The entire bridge was silent and they all held their breaths as they hoped their plan would work.

The transport had been successful, though they still felt uneasy. No matter what they thought, they quickly shifted into security mode and assessed their situation. Their first reaction was to shield their eyes as the brilliant lights hurt them. Once their eyes adjusted enough to look at the walls, they saw that there was no visible doors or panels. They felt along the sides as they tried to find a door. When they turned a corner, two haggard figures stood next to the wall.

**Dark Room**

Trip had almost broken through his restraints and was about to slide it off when the whole room shook and went pitch black. Trip ripped his hands out of the ropes and lunged himself at Xion; who he could barely see. The rage and strength that Trip had then displayed as he beat the crap out of Xion, stunned and astonished even himself.

Meanwhile, T'Pol took it upon herself to 'take on' Terion. She pinched his shoulder in the correct spot, effectively knocking him unconscious. She tried to spot Uion but it was too dark for her eyes to see. She walked over to Trip and pulled him off Xion. "Trip, we have to go," the use of his nickname not only surprised trip but T'Pol as well, but they had no time to contemplate it. He stood up and they tried to find the exit. Once they got outside they bumped into three people they weren't expecting.

"Commander Tucker? Sub-Commander T'Pol?" When their identities were confirmed as such, they walked forward and Malcolm asked, "Are you two alright? You look awful."

"We will be fine. What happened?" Trip asked the necessary question.

"We were able to cut off their power but it won't be for long." Malcolm took out his communicator as the other two stood watch, phasers at the ready. "Away team to Enterprise, we've found them. Beam-" He was cut off by a humming sound and his static came over his communicator. "The power's back up."

"Then how do we get out?" One of the security officers, Lieutenant Jackson, inquired.

"They must have a shuttle bay somewhere," the other security officer, Lieutenant Neill, stated.

Malcolm tried his communicator again, "Hoshi, do you know where their shuttle bay is?"

"Lieutenant, your…up. The shut… ay?"

"Yes! The shuttle bay."

"It's tw… ecks down. Th… straight down t… all."

"Thanks." Malcolm closed his communicator and put it back into his pocket. They had already been running down the hall, Trip leading them to the turbolift they came down in.

**Taso Shuttle Bay**

They had found the door leading to the shuttle bay, only to be stopped by two Taso ensigns. Jackson and Neill easily stunned them with their already upholstered weapons. Then they helped Trip and T'Pol into the closest shuttle to the door. Malcolm ran over to the shuttle bay control panel to depressurize and opened the door. When the door started to open, he ran over to the shuttle only to be stopped at the nose.

A bruised and beaten Xion walked in. Malcolm didn't have time to reach for his phaser nor did he had much of a chose. Xion held a phaser square at his chest. He walked forward until he was inches away from Malcolm. "Come out, I have a phaser trained on him.

**Inside The Shuttle Pod**

Neill, who also had trained in being a pilot, had finished the start-up sequence. The engine hummed as it was being turned on. They were ready to go, as soon as he figured out how. Starfleet technology was complicated enough but crystal technology, something he had never seen before, was hard to learn how to operate on the spot. He did have a hard time getting the engine on but he was lucky to not have hit something… that shouldn't have been in the shuttle bay.

Then they saw Xion come in and they noticed that Malcolm had not come in. "Come out, I have a phaser trained on him."

They all looked at each other, scared yet determined. Trip looked up and saw a hatch of some kind. "You three go out there, I've got a plan." Jackson handed him his phaser before he popped the hatch and hoisted himself up. The other three walked out the back.

Trip carefully crouched down and walked across the top of the shuttle. He looked over the edge and tried to listen to what was going on.

"As I said before, humans are so easy to convince."

Then Trip put his plan into action; he lunged at Xion. When he made contact, he knocked him down as he grabbed his arms. He flipped over him and released his arms. He quickly turned over and got into a kneeling position. He aimed his phaser and shot Xion square in his chest. Xion feel limp onto the ground.

Jackson and Malcolm escorted Trip and T'Pol into the back of the shuttle and Neill went to the helm. He closed his eyes and toke a deep breath and toke one last quick look over the controls.

He took a guess and pressed a red crystal. Luckily, it was the right chose. They glided, rather shakily, out the shuttle bay door. They were jolted sharply right; telling them they were now under attack. He kept stirring them straight toward Enterprise. Only now he had to try to avoid the phaser fire that now surrounded them.

"Enterprise, this is Lieutenant Robert Neill. Please open your shuttle bay door."

Enterprise opened its own shuttle bay doors and allowed them access. But before they made it there, Enterprise had provided them cover fire in hopes the shuttle would actually make it back in one piece. By the time they got into the shuttle bay, Enterprise had managed to take out three of their five phasers.

They had made it into the shuttle bay, effectively hitting Shuttle Pod One. Now Jackson, Neill, and Malcolm were back in their quarters, resting. Trip and T'Pol still had high fevers. The doctor was practically hyperventilating over the fact he was ordered to allow them to go to T'Pol's quarters. The chemical imbalance was getting very sever; they were both near death.

**T'Pol's Quarters**

The two were sitting face to face. Their breathing was harsh but steady, in rhythm with each other's. Their hearts were beating fast, something that was also in tune with each other. They both were sweating, adding a glow to their skin.

T'Pol could feel his breath on her face, as he could her. She could see the desire and confusion growing in his eyes. She knew the confusion was because he had almost no idea what this was about. She also knew the desire was from the Ponn Farr, making his true feelings come out. All though she would have never guessed his desire would be directed toward her; nor did she think hers would be toward him.

"T'Pol you said you knew how t' reverse this. How?" Trip asked, more as a statement but T'Pol's only answer was a simple nod. "Alright, start with what it's for. You said earlier that it told ya t' go home and-"

"Mate," T'Pol cut him off.

"Ya, and is that how we… undo this? We-" he made a kind of coughing noise and gestured between the two of them.

"Yes, it is the only… relevant way I know how in this… type of situation." T'Pol stated matter-o-factly, her logic just barely in tacked but there nonetheless. Trip nodded his head as the confusion cleared.

Trip leaned in and their lips met. He brought up his hand and tenderly caressed her check as she brought her hand and laced it in his hair. They hungrily and feverishly kissed and their lips barely parted as Trip lifted and guided T'Pol to her bed.

When she awoke, her fever was completely gone and her mind was as clear as it was going to get for having just woken up. She could feel a hand on her back and her own hand was across, what felt like, a man's chest. While her head was lying on his shoulder. She could feel that the two of them were naked and she immediately remembered what had happened.

She looked up at the sleeping form whose arms she was in. It was Trip; he seemed so peaceful and undisturbed by anything as he slept. She brought her left hand (the one across his chest) and brought it up to his face. She slowly and tenderly caressed his check with the back of her hand. She could feel the stubble that had gone unshaven over the last few days.

She laid her head back down on a comfortable spot on his shoulder and her hand slowly slid back to its place on his chest. She closed his eyes and she allowed herself to take in everything about him; the way he smelled, the rhythm of his heartbeat, the way his chest gradually lifted and lowered as he breathed in air. She thought of everything; everything that had happened that night, Trip, of what she had sensed from him earlier, what her own feelings for him are.

As the thoughts and worries slowly left her, she gradually drifted into a dream world, where she created the world for herself. Before she drifted off, she was given peace of mind when her last coherent thought was, 'I love him and nothing else matters. Not now.'

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