Author's Note: Hey, look, people reviewed. *gasps* Thanks for those of you that did. Anyway, I don't have anything to say. So, just enjoy the Chapter.

Summary: When T'Pol's parents are recalled on assignment, what does it entail?

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Chapter 17:

Fears

**Bridge**

It was a quiet afternoon and not much was going on. Though no one would say that for fear of jinxing it. Everyone worked in silent peace, as they were all grateful for the time to relax.

"Captain, there's a communiqué from the Vulcan High Command for T'Pol's parents. It top priority."

"Contact them."

"Sevel, T'Pela, I have an incoming communiqué from the High Command. Would you like me to patch it through to your quarters?"

"Yes, thank-you," came Sevel's voice. Hoshi pressed a few buttons, which were followed by an annoying beep.

**T'Pol's Parent's Quarters**

"Is there something I can help you with, Vorek?"

"You must come back to Vulcan at once," Vorek said in a fretful voice.

"They're back?" T'Pela asked from behind her husband.

"They will be in three days and they will want you there." Vorek seemed very afraid of these people.

"We will come immediately," Sevel said, and then turned off the monitor. Sevel closed his eyes and sighed, "I did not think they would come back so soon."

"They will want a report, no doubt."

Sevel nodded, "We should inform the T'Pic." After a short pause, as Sevel was reflecting, he said, "I did not wish my career to come to this; fearing the people who need us not the other way around."

"Neither did I, but we must do this. For the sake of all our people."

"And what of our daughter? Do we sacrifice her for our people?" Sevel asked in complete sincerity.

T'Pela looked away, "If it comes to that, we must… and we will."

Just then, the chime sounded, startling both of them. When T'Pela opened the door, said gasped T'Pol stood just outside. "T'Pol."

"Mother, may I enter?" T'Pela stepped aside and allowed her daughter to come in. "I was informed that you received a communiqué. Anything important?"

"I'm afraid we had to leave."

"Is there something you need?" Her father asked.

"I want to know why you're here," she responded after a pause.

"Can we not visit our daughter and her sa'i'fe?"

T'Pol closed her eyes and sighed inwardly. She would not get an answer and she should have never tried. "Than I will leave you to pack." She walked out the door and left her parents to just that.

**Three Days Later On Vulcan**

T'Rith, Vorek, T'Pela, and Sevel waited patiently but with theirs fear rising inside. On the other side of the triangular table, sat the human delegates who were equally as scared. White was one of those four. The straight edge of the table was reserved for the four delegates the so openly feared.

The door swooshed opened and four men walked in. The first two, the other eight recognized as Tecion and Tion. Tecion was an Ambassador for his masters and Tion was his assistant.

Tecion was very well built and towered over the young Tion. Tion had dark hair and eyes just like Tecion. Both had brown spots running along the bottom of their faces and across their foreheads.

The two men behind them had the same dark hair and eyes along with the fair complexion that seemed to be apart of their race. The spots, that were quite prominent on the first two, were clearly marked on their faces as well.

The older one, who seemed to be in his late forties in human years, had a very dominant stance. He was strong and muscular and well built for his age. Even though Tecion's height, he only stood taller than the older man by a few inches.

The second one was much shorter and appeared to be only thirty years old. He had muscles but not nearly as many as Tecion or Terion. His eyes were eerily malevolent. They belonged to the kind of man that laughed at death.

Both wore a leathery, restricting uniform. The navy blue material covered every inch of skin from their neck down; they even had gloves that covered their hands. The older had seven silver pips on his shoulder while the other only had five on his.

"Gentlemen, Ladies, I'd like you to met the Captain and Doctor in charge of the… mission." Tecion started, a grin spreading over his face. He pointed to the oldest first when he began to introduce them. "This is Captain Terion and his Chief Medical Officer, Doctor Uion."

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*eerie music* Hmm, what are the Taso doing meeting with Starfleet and the Vulcans? He, he, he, I know something you don't know. And I'm not goanna tell you. *sticks out tongue*

Anyway, please R/R and give me any ideas, connections to things that seem trivial or stupid or things that made no sense at the time.

Oh yea, for anyone who didn't get it, sa'i'fe means husband, fiancé. That kind of thing.