A/N Hey guys I would love some more reviews. Love it? Hate it? Want me to
go on? Please let me know. Special thanks to Sarahlet for being my sounding
board (. I didn't realize that I did not put the Amaran's into the
original disclaimer sorry about that. Amara and the Amaran's are my own
creation. Also if you want to archive the story just ask I'm pretty
flexible. Sorry about the grammar errors last chapter I'm doing my best to
fix them.
~Vulcan Princess
The bridge was quiet and Jonathan was extremely grateful. After Daniel's unexpected visit and his disturbing vision, sleep had eluded Jonathan. He was exhausted. Occasionally his eyes would drift towards the Science Station and T'Pol. His mind wandered, what was he going to do about Daniel's vision? Could Daniel's have been wrong? Did he misinterpret the dream? Was Daniel's simply a hallucination? So many questions, and no answers. Then his mind came upon the question that he was most dreading. What if Daniel's vision was correct? He couldn't lose T'Pol.
"Captain, we are receiving a transmission from the surface."
"Alright Hoshi, put it through."
"Aye sir."
The viewscreen switched to a middle-aged man with a kind face. Despite Archer's unease he found himself drawn to the trustworthy face. Guardedly, Jonathan listened to the voice.
"Welcome to Amara! My name is Memnet, Welcome to the city of beauty, come weary traveler rest on the planet of paradise. I'm sure we can be of service whatever you need I'm sure we can assist you." He said with a smile.
"Thank you, my name is Captain Jonathan Archer of the Earth Starship Enterprise. My crew and I are on a mission are you familiar with a race called the Xindi?"
"Ah, Captain Archer we would be only to happy to assist you with your quest. Please accept my invitation for you and your crew to visit and enjoy Amara. Meet me in the City Square at 16:00 hours and we will discuss it then."
"Perhaps it would be best----" started Archer
"Excuse me Captain, an urgent matter has just been brought to my attention, See you at 16:00 hours Memnet out."
"Well you heard the man Mr.Reed, please inform Major Hayes to meet me in the Launch Bay at 15:30 hours." At Reed's curt nod Jonathan turned towards his petite linguist.
"Hoshi, if your up to a little excursion we could use your expertise in translating."
"Of course Captain I will be there."
"Good."
"Captain," began T'Pol " Perhaps it would be beneficial for me to join you on the surface. The Amaran's are familiar with Vulcan's they have dealt with my people before."
"No!" Jonathan replied a little harsher then he intended.
T'Pol raised a delicate eyebrow, he looked at him her eyes showing how perplexed she was. As she opened her mouth to protest her cut her off.
"I know what your going to say T'Pol, and before you do don't. I feel that you would be better suited here on Enterprise. I need you here.
"Captain I fail to see the logic---"
"No, T'Pol my decision is final you're not going. Now if you will excuse me I need to see Trip in Engineering before I leave. The bridge is yours." Archer strode purposefully towards the turbolift leaving his bridge crew stunned.
T'Pol was not an angry woman. Anger was simply an emotion that she strove to repress daily. However, to anyone who knew her the expression she wore while taking her place in the command chair was one of anger.
The bridge was quiet and Jonathan was extremely grateful. After Daniel's unexpected visit and his disturbing vision, sleep had eluded Jonathan. He was exhausted. Occasionally his eyes would drift towards the Science Station and T'Pol. His mind wandered, what was he going to do about Daniel's vision? Could Daniel's have been wrong? Did he misinterpret the dream? Was Daniel's simply a hallucination? So many questions, and no answers. Then his mind came upon the question that he was most dreading. What if Daniel's vision was correct? He couldn't lose T'Pol.
"Captain, we are receiving a transmission from the surface."
"Alright Hoshi, put it through."
"Aye sir."
The viewscreen switched to a middle-aged man with a kind face. Despite Archer's unease he found himself drawn to the trustworthy face. Guardedly, Jonathan listened to the voice.
"Welcome to Amara! My name is Memnet, Welcome to the city of beauty, come weary traveler rest on the planet of paradise. I'm sure we can be of service whatever you need I'm sure we can assist you." He said with a smile.
"Thank you, my name is Captain Jonathan Archer of the Earth Starship Enterprise. My crew and I are on a mission are you familiar with a race called the Xindi?"
"Ah, Captain Archer we would be only to happy to assist you with your quest. Please accept my invitation for you and your crew to visit and enjoy Amara. Meet me in the City Square at 16:00 hours and we will discuss it then."
"Perhaps it would be best----" started Archer
"Excuse me Captain, an urgent matter has just been brought to my attention, See you at 16:00 hours Memnet out."
"Well you heard the man Mr.Reed, please inform Major Hayes to meet me in the Launch Bay at 15:30 hours." At Reed's curt nod Jonathan turned towards his petite linguist.
"Hoshi, if your up to a little excursion we could use your expertise in translating."
"Of course Captain I will be there."
"Good."
"Captain," began T'Pol " Perhaps it would be beneficial for me to join you on the surface. The Amaran's are familiar with Vulcan's they have dealt with my people before."
"No!" Jonathan replied a little harsher then he intended.
T'Pol raised a delicate eyebrow, he looked at him her eyes showing how perplexed she was. As she opened her mouth to protest her cut her off.
"I know what your going to say T'Pol, and before you do don't. I feel that you would be better suited here on Enterprise. I need you here.
"Captain I fail to see the logic---"
"No, T'Pol my decision is final you're not going. Now if you will excuse me I need to see Trip in Engineering before I leave. The bridge is yours." Archer strode purposefully towards the turbolift leaving his bridge crew stunned.
T'Pol was not an angry woman. Anger was simply an emotion that she strove to repress daily. However, to anyone who knew her the expression she wore while taking her place in the command chair was one of anger.