A/N: if this seems sorta cheesy and predictable at first, then well, you're right…. But I promise you it improves a lot over the next chapters (yeah, I already wrote most of it, I just don't feel like typing it all at once)... Anyway, enjoy for now, and yes, if you think something's gonna happen in this chapter, it probably will.... Also, I know that there are two VERY different styles of writing in this story, but that is because there were two people writing it, and, well, we write VERY differently.... So, enjoy...
A/N2: also, we know how the events in this chapter came to be, so if you can figure it out, then well, you catch on fast.. But otherwise, we'll try to tell everyone at the end just what happened... also, I didn't reveal who the person going insane in the prologue was, but you WILL find out later... I promise. If you think you know now, email me with who you think it is, and I will tell you if you are right...
Chapter One
"T'Pol?" She heard through the darkness. "T'Pol?" The voice repeated. It was the Captain standing near her.
T'Pol opened her eyes. She was in sickbay. She tried to speak, but all she could get out was a sound similar to a squeak.
"Doctor?" She heard the Captain ask.
"It will take a few minutes before she will be able to answer you. Her vocal cords were slightly damaged in the accident," Doctor Phlox informed him.
"Wa…" T'Pol attempted.
"T'Pol?" Prompted the Captain.
"Eh…. Ow."
"Pain? Are you in pain?" The Captain asked, seemingly quite concerned.
"He…He…How?" She stammered, still lying motionless on the biobed.
"You were on the bridge when you suddenly collapsed," the Captain explained.
"What happen-" she couldn't continue. Her throat was in excruciating pain.
"To your throat?" He asked, not surprised at the question.
She only nodded.
"When you passed out, we think you hit your neck on the edge of the console in front of you," the Captain replied. "I'm surprised you don't remember…"
"Uh… with all due respect Captain, I would like to speak with T'Pol alone please," Doctor Phlox respectfully requested. "To explain to her why she fainted.
"Alright Doctor," he replied. He did as had been requested and walked quietly out of the room.
"Doctor?" T'Pol asked quietly. She noted that talking was no longer painful.
"T'Pol, I'm not sure how to say this but… you're pregnant. That is why you fainted. The fetus apparently made you faint due to something that the humans refer to as 'morning sickness.'" He tried to continue talking, but T'Pol cut him off.
"That is impossible," she stated blankly, sitting up in her bed.
"Of course it's not. Just because humans and Vulcans haven't ever… procreated before doesn't make it impossible. " Phlox assured her.
"You do not understand, Doctor." T'Pol continued. Then she suddenly seemed to take in what the Doctor had just told her. "It's human?" she asked in disgust.
"Yes. I can also probably tell you who the father is if you are not already certain," he replied.
"I am not certain. But… how is this possible?" She asked.
"You know as well as I do how humans and Vulcans procreate… You shouldn't have any trouble remembering something of this… significance."
She shook her head to show that she definitely did NOT remember.
"Well, then I will tell you this," he said, changing the subject. "The… child is ten weeks old. You must have noticed some swelling of the abdomen. Well now you have an explanation for that."
"Have you told anyone?" T'Pol asked. For a Vulcan she looked very worried.
"No. Of course not," he replied, sounding hurt.
"I was not implying that you were neglecting your responsibilities as a physician." T'Pol assured him. "I was simply asking to make certain that you did not accidentally inform someone who I… was not aware of."
"I understand Sub-commander. Anyway, as I was asking, would you like me to attempt to find out who the father is?" Phlox asked.
T'Pol considered this for a minute before answering. "Not at this time," she said after a long pause.
Phlox seemed somewhat disappointed at not being allowed to scan for this, but recovered quickly. "Are there any other questions that I can answer about your pregnancy?" He asked her. He hoped that she would have something he could answer for her."
"Yes. I have two questions. First, what is the gender of this… child?"
"Ah! I'm glad you asked. They are all female," he replied informatively.
"They? All?" T'Pol looked almost frightened. "You imply multiples.
"Yes… there are three to be exact."
T'Pol looked as if she was either going to hurl or faint. "Three…" She repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes, three. Are you feeling lightheaded again?" Phlox asked as He gabbed a scanner.
"No, I am fine." T'Pol told him, regaining her composure. "I do have another question. How long will I be able to hide my… condition without noticeable signs to the other members of the crew?"
"You should probably be able to get away with wearing your usual uniform for another day or two. Any longer than that, however, and you may very well injure the fetus."
She seemed satisfied with his answer. "Then I will be back to discuss my situation with you tomorrow morning. Goodnight, Doctor."
"Goodnight, T'Pol. Sleep well." Phlox called after her.
A/N2: also, we know how the events in this chapter came to be, so if you can figure it out, then well, you catch on fast.. But otherwise, we'll try to tell everyone at the end just what happened... also, I didn't reveal who the person going insane in the prologue was, but you WILL find out later... I promise. If you think you know now, email me with who you think it is, and I will tell you if you are right...
Chapter One
"T'Pol?" She heard through the darkness. "T'Pol?" The voice repeated. It was the Captain standing near her.
T'Pol opened her eyes. She was in sickbay. She tried to speak, but all she could get out was a sound similar to a squeak.
"Doctor?" She heard the Captain ask.
"It will take a few minutes before she will be able to answer you. Her vocal cords were slightly damaged in the accident," Doctor Phlox informed him.
"Wa…" T'Pol attempted.
"T'Pol?" Prompted the Captain.
"Eh…. Ow."
"Pain? Are you in pain?" The Captain asked, seemingly quite concerned.
"He…He…How?" She stammered, still lying motionless on the biobed.
"You were on the bridge when you suddenly collapsed," the Captain explained.
"What happen-" she couldn't continue. Her throat was in excruciating pain.
"To your throat?" He asked, not surprised at the question.
She only nodded.
"When you passed out, we think you hit your neck on the edge of the console in front of you," the Captain replied. "I'm surprised you don't remember…"
"Uh… with all due respect Captain, I would like to speak with T'Pol alone please," Doctor Phlox respectfully requested. "To explain to her why she fainted.
"Alright Doctor," he replied. He did as had been requested and walked quietly out of the room.
"Doctor?" T'Pol asked quietly. She noted that talking was no longer painful.
"T'Pol, I'm not sure how to say this but… you're pregnant. That is why you fainted. The fetus apparently made you faint due to something that the humans refer to as 'morning sickness.'" He tried to continue talking, but T'Pol cut him off.
"That is impossible," she stated blankly, sitting up in her bed.
"Of course it's not. Just because humans and Vulcans haven't ever… procreated before doesn't make it impossible. " Phlox assured her.
"You do not understand, Doctor." T'Pol continued. Then she suddenly seemed to take in what the Doctor had just told her. "It's human?" she asked in disgust.
"Yes. I can also probably tell you who the father is if you are not already certain," he replied.
"I am not certain. But… how is this possible?" She asked.
"You know as well as I do how humans and Vulcans procreate… You shouldn't have any trouble remembering something of this… significance."
She shook her head to show that she definitely did NOT remember.
"Well, then I will tell you this," he said, changing the subject. "The… child is ten weeks old. You must have noticed some swelling of the abdomen. Well now you have an explanation for that."
"Have you told anyone?" T'Pol asked. For a Vulcan she looked very worried.
"No. Of course not," he replied, sounding hurt.
"I was not implying that you were neglecting your responsibilities as a physician." T'Pol assured him. "I was simply asking to make certain that you did not accidentally inform someone who I… was not aware of."
"I understand Sub-commander. Anyway, as I was asking, would you like me to attempt to find out who the father is?" Phlox asked.
T'Pol considered this for a minute before answering. "Not at this time," she said after a long pause.
Phlox seemed somewhat disappointed at not being allowed to scan for this, but recovered quickly. "Are there any other questions that I can answer about your pregnancy?" He asked her. He hoped that she would have something he could answer for her."
"Yes. I have two questions. First, what is the gender of this… child?"
"Ah! I'm glad you asked. They are all female," he replied informatively.
"They? All?" T'Pol looked almost frightened. "You imply multiples.
"Yes… there are three to be exact."
T'Pol looked as if she was either going to hurl or faint. "Three…" She repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes, three. Are you feeling lightheaded again?" Phlox asked as He gabbed a scanner.
"No, I am fine." T'Pol told him, regaining her composure. "I do have another question. How long will I be able to hide my… condition without noticeable signs to the other members of the crew?"
"You should probably be able to get away with wearing your usual uniform for another day or two. Any longer than that, however, and you may very well injure the fetus."
She seemed satisfied with his answer. "Then I will be back to discuss my situation with you tomorrow morning. Goodnight, Doctor."
"Goodnight, T'Pol. Sleep well." Phlox called after her.