A/N: someone made a review saying that we need more character interaction… don't worry, that's coming. We're just in the initial parts of the story right now…. It's VERY long…. Just wait, the time for lots of character interaction will come. Now, to chapter 4
Chapter Four
As T'Pol made her way toward sickbay, she contemplated her current predicament. She passed by several crewmembers, although she didn't pay any attention to them. She walked all the way to her destination without even thinking about where to turn, what doors to go through, or how far to walk. Her mind was completely centered on only one thing. The same questions kept repeating over and over in her head; Was this really happening? Was this true? If so, who was the mysterious father? And especially, what would the Vulcan High Command have to say about this? Would they recall her? Demote her? Would they have something done to her crewmates?
Fortunately her questions went away as her thoughts where interrupted by Doctor Phlox's all-too-cheery voice. "Welcome back Sub-Commander, is something wrong?"
She looked at him, his expression was one of genuine concern. "No," she said simply.
"Well, then, what do you need?" He asked her.
"I have completed my… investigation," she told him.
Although he didn't say anything his expression told her to continue.
"I have discovered several possible candidates. However I don't believe either of them can be the father."
"Why not?"
"10 weeks ago, I was on an away mission with three other crewmembers; Ensign Sato, Commander Tucker, and Captain Archer."
"Why don't you believe that it is The Captain or Mr. Tucker? You do spend a lot of time with them."
BEfore she could reply, a voice came form behind them. "You guys talkin' 'bout me?"
"Ah! Commander, what brings you here? Are you feeling alright?" Phlox chimed in an overly cheerful manner.
"Uh, no Doc." He turned to T'Pol. "Where've you been? The Cap'n says you took the day off." He turned back to the Denobulan. "We were scheduled to meet and go over the those sensor readings from yesterday, but I couldn't find you." Back to T'Pol again, he added, "I was tryin' to reach you on the comm, but you weren't answerin'. I went to see if you were in your quarters, but you weren't there. I saw you in the corridor, and I've been chasin' you for nearly ten minutes--when did you change?"
T'Pol only blinked. She wasn't sure how to respond to this. Her eyes betrayed her and were filled with fear. When had he entered sickbay, and why was he so intent on finding her--even after the Captain had told him that she had taken a day off. What did all this mean? Before she could answer the comment from Commander Tucker, Doctor Phlox had already come up with something to say.
"Sub-Commander T'Pol and I were busy discussing her medical history when you came in. She was injured on the bridge yesterday, so I told her to take it easy for a day or two," he explained. It wasn't entirely a lie, but it wasn't exactly the truth either.
T'Pol seemed to appreciate the comment but added her own two cents. "I changed in my quarters earlier today while meditating." She seemed confidant that the excuses should put leave to any possible doubts. Un fortunately, she had overlooked one thing.
"If that's true, then why were ya talkin' 'bout me?" Trip looked as puzzled as he felt.
T'Pol suddenly felt stupid. She'd lied, and still he didn't believe her. And now she didn't know how to respond. Apparently the Doctor didn't either, because the two of them simply looked at each other and blinked.
T'Pol knew that now there was only one thing that she could do. "I will explain everything if you and the Captain meet me in my quarters in thirty minutes," T'Pol told him reluctantly. "Now, I would like to speak with Doctor Phlox alone for a few minutes. Regarding a… personal situation."
The engineer looked puzzled, but knew when to take a hint. "Uh…. 'k. I'll just go get the Cap'n. Se ya in thirty minutes." He quickly left sickbay with more questions than he had entered with.
When Commander Tucker had left sickbay, T'Pol turned back to the Doctor. "Are you certain it must be one of them?"
"I am most certain. They fit the time period and age requirements. I can't see how it could have been anyone else. You were, after all, on an away mission with no other human males." When he saw the scowl on her face which she had been unsuccessful in suppressing, he began speaking in a more compassionate tone. "I can understand your reluctance to tell them. But need I remind you--they will find out eventually." As he thought of something else, his tone changed to a humored one. "And keep in mind that when Commander Tucker was pregnant, he told you. And you had nothing at all to do with his pregnancy. It seems only fair to return the favor, especially when he quite possibly has something to do with yours." When her confidence level didn't seem to increase, he decided to help her out a little. "I could tell them for you if you don't feel confident telling them yourself."
"Thank you, Doctor. But I must be the one to tell them."
"Very well," he said, submitting to her authority. "But the three of you can always come here to sickbay together if you want me to help you at all."
She nodded and began walking toward the door. As soon as she passed through it, she began to walk to her quarters in the same way that she had walked to sickbay only a few minutes earlier.
Chapter Four
As T'Pol made her way toward sickbay, she contemplated her current predicament. She passed by several crewmembers, although she didn't pay any attention to them. She walked all the way to her destination without even thinking about where to turn, what doors to go through, or how far to walk. Her mind was completely centered on only one thing. The same questions kept repeating over and over in her head; Was this really happening? Was this true? If so, who was the mysterious father? And especially, what would the Vulcan High Command have to say about this? Would they recall her? Demote her? Would they have something done to her crewmates?
Fortunately her questions went away as her thoughts where interrupted by Doctor Phlox's all-too-cheery voice. "Welcome back Sub-Commander, is something wrong?"
She looked at him, his expression was one of genuine concern. "No," she said simply.
"Well, then, what do you need?" He asked her.
"I have completed my… investigation," she told him.
Although he didn't say anything his expression told her to continue.
"I have discovered several possible candidates. However I don't believe either of them can be the father."
"Why not?"
"10 weeks ago, I was on an away mission with three other crewmembers; Ensign Sato, Commander Tucker, and Captain Archer."
"Why don't you believe that it is The Captain or Mr. Tucker? You do spend a lot of time with them."
BEfore she could reply, a voice came form behind them. "You guys talkin' 'bout me?"
"Ah! Commander, what brings you here? Are you feeling alright?" Phlox chimed in an overly cheerful manner.
"Uh, no Doc." He turned to T'Pol. "Where've you been? The Cap'n says you took the day off." He turned back to the Denobulan. "We were scheduled to meet and go over the those sensor readings from yesterday, but I couldn't find you." Back to T'Pol again, he added, "I was tryin' to reach you on the comm, but you weren't answerin'. I went to see if you were in your quarters, but you weren't there. I saw you in the corridor, and I've been chasin' you for nearly ten minutes--when did you change?"
T'Pol only blinked. She wasn't sure how to respond to this. Her eyes betrayed her and were filled with fear. When had he entered sickbay, and why was he so intent on finding her--even after the Captain had told him that she had taken a day off. What did all this mean? Before she could answer the comment from Commander Tucker, Doctor Phlox had already come up with something to say.
"Sub-Commander T'Pol and I were busy discussing her medical history when you came in. She was injured on the bridge yesterday, so I told her to take it easy for a day or two," he explained. It wasn't entirely a lie, but it wasn't exactly the truth either.
T'Pol seemed to appreciate the comment but added her own two cents. "I changed in my quarters earlier today while meditating." She seemed confidant that the excuses should put leave to any possible doubts. Un fortunately, she had overlooked one thing.
"If that's true, then why were ya talkin' 'bout me?" Trip looked as puzzled as he felt.
T'Pol suddenly felt stupid. She'd lied, and still he didn't believe her. And now she didn't know how to respond. Apparently the Doctor didn't either, because the two of them simply looked at each other and blinked.
T'Pol knew that now there was only one thing that she could do. "I will explain everything if you and the Captain meet me in my quarters in thirty minutes," T'Pol told him reluctantly. "Now, I would like to speak with Doctor Phlox alone for a few minutes. Regarding a… personal situation."
The engineer looked puzzled, but knew when to take a hint. "Uh…. 'k. I'll just go get the Cap'n. Se ya in thirty minutes." He quickly left sickbay with more questions than he had entered with.
When Commander Tucker had left sickbay, T'Pol turned back to the Doctor. "Are you certain it must be one of them?"
"I am most certain. They fit the time period and age requirements. I can't see how it could have been anyone else. You were, after all, on an away mission with no other human males." When he saw the scowl on her face which she had been unsuccessful in suppressing, he began speaking in a more compassionate tone. "I can understand your reluctance to tell them. But need I remind you--they will find out eventually." As he thought of something else, his tone changed to a humored one. "And keep in mind that when Commander Tucker was pregnant, he told you. And you had nothing at all to do with his pregnancy. It seems only fair to return the favor, especially when he quite possibly has something to do with yours." When her confidence level didn't seem to increase, he decided to help her out a little. "I could tell them for you if you don't feel confident telling them yourself."
"Thank you, Doctor. But I must be the one to tell them."
"Very well," he said, submitting to her authority. "But the three of you can always come here to sickbay together if you want me to help you at all."
She nodded and began walking toward the door. As soon as she passed through it, she began to walk to her quarters in the same way that she had walked to sickbay only a few minutes earlier.