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Some Rules are Meant to be Broken, Part 4 [conclusion]

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Chapter One
Archer had a one hell of a day. He walked to his cabin and jabbed the button throwing open the door with a swish.

Porthos greeted him as the door came open. Archer poured himself a drink and sat down, scratching the dog behind the ears. He thought about the last twenty-four hours. T'Pol was in sickbay; the ship was in need of some repairs; he was forced to choose sides in an Orion conflict, which may have a far-reaching impact on Starfleet and its diplomatic efforts; and after contacting Admiral Forrest, he knew there was a distinct possibility he could be drummed out of Starfleet and soon.

He threw some scotch down his throat and sighed. Archer put the glass down with a heavy thud, and walked out of his cabin toward sickbay.

As soon as the door of the medical center opened, Archer asked "How's T'Pol?"

"She's in stable condition. She can talk a little, but she is very weak." He shook his head. "The fact that she is able to converse is a wonder! Vulcan physiology is fascinating. In fact, she should be fully recovered within just a few days. Their evolutionary process gave them two hearts – one as a back-up. Amazing. Back on Ceta Prime, I ..."

Archer interrupted, "How's Ensign Carter?"

"Feeling pretty good, Captain," said a voice from across the room.

Archer smiled and saw Carter, lying on a biobed in the corner.

Archer looked at Phlox who nodded. "Okay, but don't keep him up too long," said Phlox, pointing to Carter.

Jon headed over to the patient and looked down. "Rich, glad to hear you're feeling better."

"Me, too. Although my injuries weren't as serious as Sub commander T'Pol's."

Archer nodded and looked over at his mate who was sleeping peacefully. As he stared off after her, Rich continued. "Sir, I wanted to let you know that Commander Tucker ordered everyone in Engineering not to mention anything about what happened in here a few hours ago between you and the sub commander." He paused. "He said we'd be spending the rest of our voyage in the brig if we did."

Archer turned back to Carter, raising his brows. "Is that right?" he asked with a smile. He frowned. "I wouldn't let him go through with that." He was curious, but almost afraid to ask. "Has there been any talk?"

"Not much. I think we all know T'Pol saved our lives, no matter how some of the folks in Engineering may feel about her, sir."

"Meaning, because she's Vulcan?"

"People can be prejudice sometimes," he said. "I hate to admit this, but when I first came onboard, I was."

Archer let a smile creep across his face. "So was I."

"You know, I'd heard a few things, but I thought that since you and T'Pol went on regular missions together ...."

Archer narrowed his eyes. "How long do you think we've been seeing each other?"

"A year," mentioned Rich.

Archer guffawed, "We've only been seeing each other about a week."

Rich looked shocked. "Well, I was surprised to hear through the grapevine that Trip and Ensign Sato had only been on one date. Down in Engineering, we'd take bets on how many times per week he'd go and fix a communications problem."

Archer grinned. "It's a small ship."

"Sure is," agreed Rich.

Phlox walked over. "Captain, let this young man get some rest."

Archer nodded. "One more minute, Doctor." He looked back at Rich, "Listen, from the reports, it seems like you really stepped up. You saved a lot of people. As the captain, I'm proud that you took a leadership role despite your rank. I'd like to talk with Commander Tucker about putting you through the officer's program."

Rich beamed. "I don't know what to say. I think anyone would have done what I did."

"I disagree. You acted above your rank." He put his hand on Rich's shoulder. "Now, on a personal level, I'd like to thank you for helping T'Pol."

"It was my honor. She's one of the finest crewmen aboard."

Archer smiled. "Yes, she is." He winked. "Get some sleep, Rich."

He walked over to T'Pol and sat down next to her bed. She stirred, feeling his presence. Her eyes opened.

He brushed her hair from her forehead. "You shouldn't be awake."

"I am finished resting for the time being," she said weakly.

She could feel something was terribly amiss, but sensed Archer was blocking thoughts from her.

"What is wrong?" she asked with more clarity.

"I'm worried about you. That's all," he said.

"There is something else. Why will you not show me?" she asked.

"It doesn't matter," dismissed Archer.

"The ship?" she asked, sensing it was for the most part okay. "The crew?" she questioned. She received the same reassurance. She looked into his eyes. 'Aisha, the crew saw you with me and you have told Admiral Forrest?' she asked as a thought.

He looked into her eyes. In that instant, she could tell her conclusion was correct.

"What is the course of action?" she asked.

He put his index and middle fingers and on hers. "Shhhhh. Why don't you get some rest?" He smiled. "I promised Dr. Phlox I wouldn't disturb you."

"I am more disturbed that you will not tell me."

He kissed her cheek. "There was a time today where I couldn't feel your presence," he cooed. "I missed your voice. I felt ... I felt afraid."

"Aisha," she said.

He gathered a thought that ran across her mind. "Assuming I die before you, which given my life span is likely, you'll feel that way for the rest of your days?"

"Yes," she said with sadness. "I have learned that sharing thoughts with you is more complex and ... exciting ... than sharing them with a Vulcan. Although I could form another bond after your death, it would not be the same. And, I am unsure I would want to do so."

He sighed. "I'm sorry you fell in love with a Human."

"I am not."

He grinned at thinking she didn't argue that love was an emotion. "I guess that means we're stuck with each other."

"It would appear so," she said with amusement.

"Since we're stuck with each other, I think we should take the next step."

"Jon, it is unnecessary to discuss this now. Besides, you wanted a courtship."

"I want to live out the rest of my days with you, as your husband, T'Pol."

"You have many more days left," she argued. "Several months or years is of no consequence to me."

"Humans don't live as long. And, it's of great consequence to me." He whispered to her, touching her hair, "When I couldn't read your thoughts today, I realized how precious time is. I want you to marry me."

She narrowed her eyes. "On one condition."

He raised his eyebrows with confusion. "What?"

"You will let me know what Admiral Forrest indicated in his transmission to you," she said flatly.

He took a deep breath. "It'll upset you."

"I cannot become 'upset.' I have no emotions. I have given you only one condition. Are you unable to meet it?" she asked.

He turned away from her and put his hand against the wall, leaning into it. "We're heading back to Earth. Forrest will let me know what his decision is tomorrow afternoon." He looked up at the timepiece, which read 0039. "Actually, today. This afternoon."

"Is he telling the Vulcans?" she asked.

He turned around and faced her. "Yes. I should have told you, but given your condition ...."

"Jon?" she asked sharply.

He could tell she was angry with him for not telling her. "T'Pol, I didn't think you needed any extra stress."

"You should have told me, as it affects my future as well. Perhaps you should give me some privacy, so I may collect my thoughts," she said with a tinge of anger in her voice.

'Aisha, I know it affects you, but I ....'

"Must I repeat myself?" she asked.

"No," he said stroking her cheek and ignoring her request. "It's okay to be angry with me. But, I think we should talk it out."

"Anger is an emotion," she said through clenched teeth. She looked off into space trying to tamp down her feelings.

He nodded. "Yes it is."

She closed her eyes and mind.

"Don't give me the silent treatment."

She opened her eyes. "Since you will not abide by my wishes .... I am displeased you did not reveal this to me sooner."

"There wasn't really an opportunity."

She nodded. "Correction, I am displeased you were thinking of not telling me at all."

"You're right," he said.

"You are interested in sharing feelings, but you would not share something that affects our future. It is illogical and unlike you."

He exhaled slowly, biting the inside of his cheek.

"You were afraid that you had failed me?" she asked, picking up a trace of a thought.

"Yes."

"The fact that you showed affection for me in front of the crew is why you are so ... vital to my existence," she stated. "And, as you have informed me yourself, you are only Human."

He leaned over and kissed her.

"Besides, one can hardly fail their future wife."

Archer raised his eyebrows. "Is that you're way of saying 'yes'?" he asked.

"I believe I just indicated that." Her eyes were twinkling.

He laughed that she was teasing him. "Indulge me."

"Very well, the answer, Jon, is yes."

He kissed her deeply and parted lips. 'Aisha, you do me great honor.' He broke their embrace. "I'm sure there are Vulcan wedding rituals?"

T'Pol nodded. "Yes. However, they must be done on Vulcan. That would require you to take a series of injections to acclimate to the heat and the gravity. Do you think you can handle it?"

"Of course. In fact, it sounds fascinating," he said sarcastically.

She raised her eyebrow at him. "The gravity is almost twice that of Earth and the temperature is hotter than your Death Valley."

"Well, I'm not going to be jogging around there," he mentioned. He looked at her stoic face. "Am I?"

"Of course not. But, Vulcans are sometimes expected to fight for their mate."

He jerked his head back, unsure if she was joking. "I won't be fighting ... will I?"

She shook her head. "You are my mate and champion. You will not fight for me."

He nodded. "That's a relief."

Phlox came over. "I hear talking, and not sleeping. I thought I asked you not to disturb her, Captain," scolded the doctor.

Archer grinned turning around. "Sorry, we were discussing our wedding plans."

Phlox let he lines of his face hyperextend as he smiled. "Ahhhh! Congratulations!"

Archer narrowed his eyes at Phlox. "I don't suppose you perform marriage ceremonies, too?"

"Of course," said Phlox said jerking his head back. "I am qualified to perform marriages in at least four different cultures, including Universal Church of Light from Earth."

Archer stifled a chuckle. "We just might take you up on that offer." He looked down at T'Pol with giddiness. "Sweetheart, maybe tomorrow ...?"

"Jon, do you think you are rushing things?" she asked.

He smiled. "Maybe. I guess we have a lot of details to work out." He rubbed his nose against hers. She peaked an eyebrow at him, unsure about the rubbing of noses.

Phlox looked at Archer. "Well, this is all very exciting, but she should really get to bed soon, Captain."

Archer nodded. "I would like to just sit here a while, if that's okay."

"Very well, but no talking," said Phlox.

Archer nodded. "No talking."

T'Pol mumbled the same. "No talking."

Archer turned to T'Pol. 'Good thing he didn't say no thinking.'

'Indeed.'

'You probably should get some sleep.' He stroked her hair.

'And so should you.'

He smirked. 'Maybe I'll catch a couple of winks with you,' he said. He pulled a chair up directly next to her bed and sat down.

'Goodnight,' she thought closing her eyes.

He smiled, 'Sleep tight.' His head snuggled up against her arm and he closed his eyes to take a catnap.

Chapter Two
Archer walked down a long white corridor with bright lights. As he walked down it, Vulcans lined both sides looking down their noses at him. He heard their whispers – "Contaminator." Archer held his head up and continued walking, noticing he was in his Starfleet assigned undergarments. He shrugged it off, walking to the end of the hall. His finger tapped a large doorbell to Admiral Forrest's office.

The door swished open. Soval, dressed in his traditional robes, was seated at Admiral Forrest's desk with his feet propped up. Archer looked around wondering where Forrest was. He stood at attention anyway.

Soval stood up. "Jonathan Archer, the contaminator. You are found guilty of violating our innocent and pure T'Pol of Vulcan. Your sentence is to jog around Vulcan – twice."

Archer tried to speak, but found he was unable to say anything. T'Pol stepped out of the shadows, turning to Soval. "I am not as innocent or pure as you think. I have initiated sexual relations with Jon on many occasions. And given his cleft, body hair and exceptional physique, I would continue to initiate them."

Soval's mouth dropped. "If he completes the jogging ritual, perhaps he can continue to contaminate you. That and he must finish reading all of the Shakespeare plays. And pass a test we conduct on those plays. Of course, it will be written in Vulcan ...."

T'Pol nodded and began taking off her traditional Vulcan robes. "I can tutor him in our jogging ritual and ... assist him with the test. I enjoy Shakespeare immensely; I do not give a damned if enjoying something is an emotion."

Archer raised his eyebrows. The more he focused on T'Pol, the fainter Soval's image became. Jon walked up to his mate. "I don't think Admiral Forrest would mind if we used his desk." He swiped his arm across it, knocking books, computer equipment and photographs to the floor.

"I thought he specifically asked you not to use his desk."

"He did. I don't care." He leaned her over the desk. As he kissed down her neck, he whispered, "Say, you won't use the nasal numbing agent."

"I do not know. You smell woodsy – like pine needles, Jonathon. I never noticed that. If I had, I would never have agreed to a nasal numbing agent."

His mouth enveloped hers as he groaned. She whispered, "I want you ...."

Archer smiled, "Say it again."

"I want you to wake up."

"What?" he asked.

"I said, 'I want you to wake up,'" said T'Pol.

Archer raised his head, feeling a light tapping on his shoulder. He looked up at T'Pol. "I was beginning to sense your dream. It seemed most ... imaginative."

"Sorry about that." He wiped his hand over his mouth and noticed some drool followed him. He looked up at the time – it was already 0600. "I need to be on the bridge soon." He leaned over to kiss her. As his lips embraced hers, he could tell his breath offended her. He sighed. "Part of the package; Humans have bad breath in the morning."

She nodded, turning her head away from him slightly.

He frowned, "Well, yours isn't that hot either."

"On the contrary, the temperature inside my mouth is quite hot."

'That's not the only thing about you that's hot,' he retorted with a wink.

'I find you unusually ... warm ... as well.'

Archer laughed. 'I think any more of this and I'll need to take you right here.'

'At least it is better than Admiral Forrest's desk, in front of Ambassador Soval,' she said.

Archer winced. 'You can't blame me for dreaming, can you?'

'On the contrary, had we not been in sickbay, I would have encouraged you to continue dreaming.'

Archer smiled. "I should probably get going. I'll stop by later today and have lunch with you. How's that sound?"

She nodded. "Good."

He grinned. Rather than assault her nose again with his breath, he kissed her cheek and left.

As the door swished shut, T'Pol turned to Phlox.

"I would like a communications device. There are a few people I wish to contact."

Phlox began to object.

"Doctor, it is urgent. Please?"

Phlox had never known the Vulcan to implore him like this. "I don't know who you need to contact, but ... here," he said handing her the com device.

"Thank you," she said, blocking her thoughts from Archer.

Chapter Three
Archer walked to his quarters, showered and walked to breakfast, where he saw Trip eating a plate stacked with pancakes.

"Hey, Cap'n," said Trip.

"Good morning," said Archer pouring himself some orange juice. "Have you ever been a best man before?"

Trip choked on some pancakes and reached for his orange juice. "Are you gettin' married?"

Archer nodded. "Yup."

"That's great, Cap'n," said the engineer. He screwed up his face. "So, why do you seem kinda glum?"

Archer shook his head. "Actually, I'm very happy about that."

"Is the wedding why we're heading to Earth?" asked Trip.

Archer looked down at his cereal. "No."

"That's what I thought," accused Trip, putting his fork down. "You contacted Admiral Forrest about what happened in sickbay, didn't you?"

"I owed it to him."

"Let hell you did!" said Trip, throwing his arms in the air. "Starfleet's not out here. They don't need to know what's going on."

"When it possibly affects my government's diplomatic relations with the Vulcans, it does," said Archer.

"Well, if they don't know, how's it going to affect diplomatic relations?" questioned Trip.

Archer smirked. "It would be irresponsible of me. And anyone from Engineering could easily tell the media."

"I've taken care of that. I ordered them not to say anything. Good thing Rich gave me a head's up about the ... ahhhh .... incident. I was pretty sure Ensign Reynolds would talk. She's a gossiper. I always learn great dirt from her."

"I know you ordered them not to say anything. But, you can't tell your folks not to talk about it."

"Oh yeah? I always tell my men and women, what happens in Engineering, stays in Engineering."

Archer leaned on the table. "Did you have Larry Patterson for stellar cartography in the academy?"

"Lecherous Larry ... otherwise known as Larry the Peter? You bet. Who didn't?" remarked Trip.

"Exactly. He hit on almost every girl in my class. It's protocol to bring that kind of behavior to your superiors. I wish I had."

"Now, wait a second. There's a big difference between one relationship, and a guy who tries to boink ... sorry, sir ... every woman in the room," he said.

Archer sighed, "They're still the rules, Trip. We shouldn't encourage our crew not to follow Starfleet regulations. In fact, we want to encourage them to talk about it."

"Talking and gossiping are two different things, Jon."

Archer shook his head. "It's not right."

Commander Tucker retorted, "Well, I'm not telling them any differently. She saved their lives. They owe her."

Archer shook his head. "I could order you to belay that request."

Tucker nodded. "You sure could. But, from the sound of things, you're about to rollover and let them throw your ass out of Starfleet."

Archer winced, "I'm not out of Starfleet yet. Admiral Forrest told me he'd have a decision made by this afternoon."

"Did he say what time?" asked Trip.

"No," answered Archer, finishing his cereal.

Trip stuffed a pancake in his mouth and frowned.

Archer scratched his head. "So, are you going to be my best man or what?" he asked trying to add some levity to their conversation.

Trip smiled. "Only if it doesn't involve any weird Vulcan rituals. Travis was telling me there's one culture where they actually get married naked."

Archer raised his eyebrows. "Well, if the custom is that we do get married naked, I think that will effectively cut down on the list of invitees."

Trip laughed, "I just got a real bad mental picture of seeing a bunch of naked Vulcans."

Archer grinned. "I can think of one Vulcan I wouldn't mind seeing naked." He got up to leave and winked at Trip and walked out.

Trip thought about both Captain Archer and T'Pol naked and shuddered. He stared after the door and pushed his plate away. Suddenly, he wasn't hungry.

Chapter Four
Archer walked onto the bridge. He looked over at Malcolm. "Status?"

"Sir, the damage to the ship has been repaired."

"Good. I'll be in my ready room."

Reed nodded.

He entered his office and sat at his desk. He put his hands behind his head for a moment, thinking this might be the last day of his command. He began filing the report regarding yesterday's battle with an Orion faction.

He would just continue working and do the best job he could. He couldn't really imagine not being in Starfleet, it's something he wanted to do his whole life. But, all-in-all, he was happy with his decision. When it came right down to it, T'Pol meant more to him than Starfleet. He was just hopeful, it wouldn't affect T'Pol or Earth's chances of continuing to the stars. If Enterprise was grounded, he'd feel worse than awful.

After filing the Orion report, he sent it to Starfleet and walked out onto the bridge. If this indeed was his last day, he wanted to make sure he sat in the command chair as long as possible.

Hoshi looked up. "Sir, I'm receiving a message. It's Admiral Forrest."

Archer was surprised to be receiving the transmission this early, but thought it didn't bode well. He nodded. "Transfer it to my ready room." He got up and walked into his office and looked at the console as Admiral Forrest's grim face appeared.

"Jon, how's Sub commander T'Pol?" asked Forrest.

Archer sighed. "Much better. Thank you for asking, Admiral."

"The ship and crew?" he asked.

"Repairs were finished this morning. And the rest of the crew is doing fine."

Forrest nodded. "Listen, I spoke with Ambassador Soval and a few other Vulcans regarding the situation. Starfleet has come to a decision."

Archer sat up straight. "Yes, sir."

Forrest sighed. "We're revoking your command. I'm contacting Commander Tucker after this and letting him know he's in command."

Archer nodded, continuing to sit straight. "Yes, sir."

Forrest continued. "Ambassador Soval will contact Sub commander T'Pol. In fact, he may already have done it. Though, I doubt she will be recalled to Vulcan."

Archer nodded. "Permission to speak freely, sir?"

Forrest sat back in his chair. "Go ahead."

"I assume I'm going to receive a trial. It's Starfleet protocol."

Forrest frowned. "I doubt the decision I just informed you about will change."

Archer leaned into the console. "I want a hearing."

"You'll get a hearing, but it's best if you go quietly. We want to keep this out of the media to ensure our diplomatic efforts with Vulcan continue. I also want to see Enterprise continue. I've notified Captain Duval that he may be re-assigned."

Archer cringed at hearing Duvall was the next selection as captain. "I also want to make sure Enterprise continues her mission; you of all people should know that," said Archer his eyes narrowing. "I won't go to the media, but I want my trial to be fair."

Forrest agreed. "Jon, you've already admitted your fraternized with your sub commander. They may ask me to be a witness."

"I know."

"I'll file the motion, as soon as I see who's on the defense docket," said Forrest. "I want to make sure you get a fair trial. I owe you that much."

Archer nodded. "Thank you, sir."

Forrest's image faded. Archer frowned and shook his head. He thought, 'All these years.'

He touched a picture frame that held an image of him and his father. He smiled, thinking his father looked so young in the photograph. He blew a spec of dust from it and mused about the image. His father was teaching him how to fish. Although they'd only been fishing twice, and Archer didn't like fishing, he kept that picture because both men looked so happy. He gingerly set the picture down and headed out the door.

Commander Tucker walked onto the bridge. His face was fallen and tense.

Archer acknowledged his friend with a nod. He turned to the bridge crew, "Can I have your attention?"

Travis, Hoshi and Reed turned toward Archer. Jon swallowed and began hoarsely, "Commander Tucker is in command of the Enterprise. I have a court-martial hearing when we reach Earth. As it stands, it's likely I won't be coming back to Enterprise ... or Starfleet."

Reed stood up, shocked. "What's the charge?"

"I've violated fraternization regulations and a direct order."

Reed's mouth dropped. "Fraternization? With whom?"

"Sub commander T'Pol," said Archer slowly.

Hoshi shook her head. "Sir, she's not even part of Starfleet."

"Sub commander T'Pol?" asked Reed mumbling to himself.

Archer looked Hoshi in the eye. "She reports to me, Ensign. I understood the risk."

Before Travis could say anything, Archer put his hand up. "I just ... I wanted to let you know, you are the finest people I've served with," he said looking at Tucker. He turned to Reed, "You've shown dedication and duty." He looked at Ensign Sato, "Courage and strength." He looked down at Travis, "And wisdom." He turned to each member of the bridge's crew, "You made me proud to be your captain. But, your mission is unchanged; it's clear and important to Earth, no matter who your captain is. You are seeking out new life and new civilizations, going boldly where no one has gone before. For the sake of our planet and our future generations, you must continue."

Before anyone could say anything else, Archer punched a button on his chair. "All hands, this is Captain Archer. Today at 1007 Commander Tucker has control of the ship. When we reach Earth, where you will receive further instructions. I wish I had more to say. It's been an honor serving with you." His hand left the chair and he cleared his throat.

He looked at Trip. "Commander Tucker, what are your orders?"

Trip shook his head. "I'm supposed to send a security team with you, and confine you to quarters until we reach Earth."

"Then, I suggest you do it," encouraged Archer.

"I'll escort the captain to sickbay and his quarters, Commander," volunteered Reed, walking over. Archer smiled.

Trip nodded and turned back to Archer. "This doesn't sit right with me, sir. I don't think you should be confined."

Archer patted his friend on the back. "It's okay." He looked at Reed. "I'm ready, Lt."

Reed stiffened his spine and walked toward the turbolift, holding it open for Archer. Archer walked on, holding his head high and facing away from the bridge as the door swished shut.

Chapter Five
Archer and Reed reached sickbay. Phlox looked over with confusion. "What's going on, Captain?" he asked.

"I'm no longer the captain," said Archer with a grave face. He walked over to T'Pol, as Reed stayed back to fill in Dr. Phlox.

As he did, he noticed she was talking with Ambassador Soval.

She looked up at Jon and continued her conversation, switching to English, rather than continuing to speak in Vulcan. "Why will you not accept the facts as they are?"

He said something in Vulcan.

"It is not Captain Archer's fault he helped me through my Pon Farr. Nor, is it his fault that I wanted to continue the relationship with him."

"Why are you speaking in English? Is he there?" asked Soval, seeming to become agitated.

"Yes," she said. "He is my bondmate, my lifemate. He would hear this conversation anyway."

"It is impossible to have a bond with an Earthling."

"And yet it is there, Soval. I hear his thoughts, as he hears mine."

He crossed his arms, "T'Pol, it is illogical to want a relationship with a Human. Your Vulcan teachings have prepared you to continue in the ways of our tradition."

"Our tradition, taught by Surak, teaches of infinite diversity in infinite combinations."

"You have obligations to your people," said Soval.

"My obligation to my people can be served as Archer's mate. I can still represent the interests of the Vulcans. Our unity may make it easier for the Humans to understand our people. I would think as an ambassador, you would understand this."

"Humans have many relations, what if he wants to discontinue yours?"

"I also believed Humans to have many relations, but have learned they can also feel the need to be lifemates as Vulcans do. In fact, Jon has asked to be my spouse."

"Does he understand what he is agreeing to, and what you are giving up?" he asked.

"Yes, he understands what he is agreeing to," said T'Pol. "As for what I give up; I have no other choice. He is vital to me."

"You give up offspring," mentioned Soval. "You know having them is highly unlikely."

"Unlikely, but not impossible. It matters not to him," she said.

"And to you? Lifemates exist to have children," said Soval.

"I would prefer if we could have offspring," she said. "But, I cannot deny the bond that exists between us. And I would not turn it or him away."

"It is ultimately your decision, but the Vulcan government cannot sanction your union. Another thing to consider: where would you live? The Earthlings insist on removing him," said Soval.

"They may change their minds if a respected Vulcan official were to speak with them," indicated T'Pol.

"This matter is up to Starfleet. It is none of our concern."

Archer spoke up, "Ambassador Soval is right, T'Pol. I understood I was violating regulations to be with you."

T'Pol ignored him, speaking to Soval. "You are the ambassador. Surely you can influence them."

Archer sat down on the edge of her bed and looked into the communication console. "Ambassador, although she is my lifemate, she does not speak on my behalf on this issue. I don't expect you to defend me or my decision."

T'Pol touched his cheek. "Jonathan, he can help you."

Archer turned to her, kissing the palm of her hand. "It'll be okay." He took her hand in his and looked back at the screen. "I don't think you should try to influence Starfleet. I don't like for other people to fight my battles for me." He furrowed his brow. "Besides, Vulcans risks the future of their negations with Earth. It's important to Vulcan, and important to Earth to continue our alliance."

Soval raised his eyebrow. "It appears we agree, Archer. I will see you at your trial."

T'Pol opened her mouth to speak when the image faded. She hung her head to her chest. "I have not been recalled."

"Will you quit?"

"Of course I will resign," she said without hesitation.

"You don't have to. I'd wait for you," he said.

She raised her eyebrow. "That is not an option."

"Why?" he asked.

"I would rather be with you, Jon."

He smirked and kissed her cheek. "I've been confined to quarters. I'll see you when we reach Earth in two days."

She bit her lip. 'I will be using my bond to communicate with you then.'

Phlox spoke up, "I could ... release her now if I make several house calls per day."

Archer smiled. "I'd be happy to help in anyway I can. I have some free time on my hands."

"So I understand." He looked at the two of them. "Just, make sure to take it easy for the next two days. If you know what I mean." Phlox coughed.

Archer put his hand over his face, hiding a laugh. "I know what you mean."

Phlox arranged for a bio-stretcher to take her to Archer's quarters.

Six

As Archer pushed her moving bio-bed into his room, Reed nodded. "Sir, I'm supposed to post a guard outside."

Archer nodded. "You shouldn't be ashamed to do your job, Lt."

"I shouldn't be, sir. But, I am now," said Reed walking out the door.

Archer sighed and looked back at T'Pol. He moved her onto his bed as she winced slightly. "Sorry."

"No need to apologize."

"Do you need anything?"

She shook her head. He smiled. "Then, get some rest." He leaned over and kissed her.

He changed out of his uniform and folded it up neatly. He turner to his dresser and placed it gingerly in the drawer and closed it. He sighed. He looked through his closet and dug out a pair of khaki pants and a black shirt.

He picked up the Shakespeare anthology from his bookshelf and read. "Alls Well that Ends Well," he said. "Let's hope so," he said. He settled down next to T'Pol and began to read.

After a few hours the door chimed. Archer looked over at T'Pol and got up to answer the door. Having never been confined to quarters, he wasn't sure the appropriate course of action.

"Lunch is here, Captain," said the security guard through the door.

Just as Archer was about to open the door, the guard swished it open. "Here ya go, sir."

"Thanks," he said. Archer looked over – all vegetarian. He shrugged.

The guard nodded and shut the door. Archer looked at his lunch with apathy. He sat down and poked at it. He sighed – this wasn't exactly what he thought would happen. As he ate, he tried to keep up his spirits thinking of all the things he could do if he had more time on his hands. Part of him always wanted to be an astronomer, someone who studied the stars. He'd miss being amongst them, but could probably handle the change.

He scratched his head. "What would T'Pol do?" He looked over at his sleeping mate. "Vulcans didn't necessarily interact with Humans," he said to himself. Sure, they participated in work life at some levels, but they weren't exactly invited to office parties, or even over for dinner.

T'Pol sat up. "I could always teach, Jon," she said gathering his thoughts. "And, I am not terribly interested in ...office parties."

He smiled. "Aisha, sorry to disturb you."

"I am hungry," she said.

"Of course," he said walking a tray of vegetables over to her.

She took her fork and cut a carrot in half. "Are you enjoying your book?" she asked.

"Yes," he said. He held out a hypospray. "Dr. Phlox wanted me to give this to you about now. Think you can stand it?"

She nodded, putting her fork down. He touched it to her neck and gave her the injection. "There."

"May I have some water," she said.

"You bet," he said walking over to the tray again. He handed her a large glass with a large ice cube.

She began to scoop the ice out with her fork when he laughed. "You can use your fingers."

"But, I will drink from this glass."

"Give it to me," he said. She handed him the glass and he chased the cube with a spoon, putting it into his mouth. He put it in the side of his cheek. "Thar," he said as he gave her back the glass.

She raised her eyebrow. "The ice is not disturbing to you?"

"Nah, fahls preddy guhd," he said trying to speak.

She frowned. "I do not understand you."

He let it fall into his glass of ice tea, realizing she'd probably find that crude. "Uhm, I said that it felt pretty good."

She furrowed her brows together. "I see," she said.

"How'd you sleep?" he asked.

"Well," she said

He ate his lunch. "Have any good dreams?" he asked.

"No. Vulcans rarely dream, Jon," she said.

"That seems odd," he said, eating his salad.

"We meditate so that we do not dream. The chaos of dream images and thoughts are disturbing."

"You seemed okay with my dream yesterday. It was very random," he said, smiling.

"Yes, I ... enjoyed that dream. But, I meditated afterward to help purge those images and thoughts," she said.

"Have you ever dreamed?" he asked.

She raised her eyebrow. "Yes."

He looked up with surprise. "Recently?"

"Not recently," she responded, trying not to answer the question.

Archer caught a faint glimpse of a T'Pol heading into a jazz club. As he followed that thought, he saw her in bed with another Vulcan. Suddenly the image blackened, as T'Pol blocked her thoughts.

He raised his eyebrows. "I see."

"No, you do not. It was an image of Tolaris," she said with disgust.

'I'm sorry, aisha,' he said. Sharing her thoughts made him understand the full impact of what Tolaris had done. He felt if he ever saw Tolaris again, he'd kick his ass. The thought seemed to give T'Pol some amusement. He walked over, neglecting his food and sat down with her on the bed. He kissed her cheek.

"Do you ...." Archer started, but didn't know how to continue. He wanted to ask if she thought about him and how he'd given her Pa'Nar. He bit his cheek.

"I would also like to ... do him harm. Although I know it is illogical." She looked at him. "Aisha, it is ... comforting that you are protective of me."

"Well, I'm pretty sure with your Vulcan strength, you'd probably be protecting me."

"Most likely," she responded.

He grinned. Just as he leaned in to kiss her, he felt the ship go out of warp. He sighed wondering what was going on. T'Pol looked at him. "Peculiar," she stated.

He nodded. "Well, best to sit back and relax."

"Commander Tucker to Archer," said Trip.

Archer exchanged glances with his mate and walked across the room. "Archer here."

"We have someone who wants to speak with you and insists if we don't he'll fire upon us," said Trip.

Archer furrowed his brow. "Put him through." He walked over to his console.

"This is Jonathan Archer," said Archer as a familiar face materialized on the screen. "Shran?"

"Yes, pink skin. It's me. I received a transmission that you have been removed as captain of your vessel?" he asked.

Archer scratched his head. "Yes. How did you know?"

"This source wished not to reveal herself," said Shran.

Archer looked over at T'Pol who was looking the other way. "What did T'Pol tell you?"

Shran smiled. "That you were interested in a ... Vulcan," he said with disgust. "I suppose as far as that race goes, she's tolerable."

T'Pol raised her eyebrow.

"Because of the ceasefire agreement you helped the Andorians with, I felt a debt of gratitude. I hate being in your debt, but it seems I constantly have to repay you."

"You don't need to repay me anything," said Archer.

"You can be so proud and stubborn, you pink skins." Shran's antennae twitched. "I'm escorting the Enterprise to Earth, where I've already asked to speak with your admiral and ambassador Soval."

Archer sat back in his chair.

"I'm speaking on your behalf, Archer," said Shran. "My people are willing to offer Earth friendship in exchange for you to continue to be captain. We need any ally; Earth might be exactly what we need."

Archer rubbed his chin. "I don't know what to say," he said.

"Thank you might be a good place to start."

Archer nodded. "Thank you. You don't need to do this."

"On the contrary, pink skin, Andorians need more Humans like you. Well, we still have roughly a two-day journey. No need to get all mushy now."

Archer laughed.

"This time you owe me, Archer," said Shran as his image disappeared.

"Yes, I do." Archer looked over at T'Pol. "Why did you contact him?" he asked.

"It seemed the logical thing to do," she said.

Just as Archer opened his mouth, he heard another page. "Commander Tucker to Archer."

"Archer here."

"Sir, we have another request to speak with you," said Tucker. "It's kinda Grand Central Station up here."

Archer smiled. "Put it through," he said.

"Captain Archer, I see you there with your lovely Vulcan," said Gerok with a smile.

"Gerok?"

"You sound so surprised. I've asked to meet with Admiral Forrest and Ambassador Soval on your behalf," he said. "And you can thank your exquisite Vulcan for that."

Archer smiled. "Thank you," he said and then turned to T'Pol. She bowed her head.

"It appears we have a mutual interest. I wish my faction to be backed by larger forces, and you need my help," Gerok said.

"I wouldn't be so sure that Earth would back your faction."

"Ah, Captain, I'm not just an excellent fighter and commander, I am a trained diplomat. They will support me," bragged Gerok.

"I guess there is a possibility," he said.

"We'll escort the Enterprise to Earth. See you there," the Orion said as the screen faded.

Archer turned from his console. "Aisha?" he asked.

"I also had some time on my hands," she replied.

He walked over. "You're a sneaky Vulcan," he said.

"Yes, I am."

"Is there any wonder why you are vital to my existence," teased Archer with a grin. He extended his fingers in a Vulcan embrace, which she readily met.

He curled up next to her. 'Aisha, you might as well get some sleep,' he thought. 'We have a couple of days before we reach Earth.'

Chapter Seven: Two Days Later
As the Enterprise docked, the door chimed. Archer opened it.

"Sir, we are ready to escort you off the ship," said Reed.

Archer nodded and grabbed two bags, including one with T'Pol's clothes and necessities; she'd decided to come with him, no matter what happened. She was feeling better, well enough to stand and walk around. Archer wanted to lessen the impact on Porthos, thinking if he was tossed out of Starfleet, Trip could bring his dog. Hoshi had agreed to watch him for the next couple of days. Archer smiled thinking maybe Trip and Hoshi would watch him together.

Archer walked out the door and down the hall. As he entered the docking bay, he turned to T'Pol. "Ready?" he asked.

She nodded and they entered the shuttle, Reed spoke up. "Sir, it's been an honor serving with you."

Archer extended his hand for a handshake, which Reed eagerly took. Archer turned and walked further into the shuttle and out of site. T'Pol nodded toward Reed. "Sub commander, it has been a distinct pleasure serving with you," said Reed.

She responded, "And I with you, Lt."

She turned walking further in. Archer and T'Pol took a seat as Commander Tucker turned around. "All right, seatbelts everyone."

"Thanks for giving me a lift," said Archer with a grin. "Isn't it a breach in protocol to escort me alone, Commander?"

"Ah, hell. I'm so pissed off right now. I don't care if they give me the boot," said Tucker flying out the Enterprise.

Archer looked out the window to see the big blue marble, majestically below him. T'Pol grabbed his hand. 'It is reassuring to see your home planet again, aisha?'

'Yes. Despite the circumstances,' he thought.

'I would ... enjoy seeing the planet through your eyes,' she said. There was a deeper meaning that Archer didn't quite understand, but before he could question her, Trip interrupted.

"You guys are mighty quiet back there. Do I have to perform a hand check?" asked Trip speeding the shuttle toward the planet.

Archer laughed, as T'Pol raised her eyebrow. "Commander, what is a hand check?"

Trip guffawed, "I'll let Jon explain that to you later."

Archer shook his head. 'Sweetheart, he was insinuating that I was groping you.' He spoke up, "Commander Tucker was making a joke."

T'Pol nodded. "Ah." She turned to Archer and put her hand on his knee, sliding it up his thigh. He turned to her with surprise. 'Perhaps he should perform a hand check.'

Archer's eyes twinkled. 'I can't wait to get you home.'

'It has been almost a week.' She was referring to the last time they had been together intimately.

'You don't need to tell me,' he thought to her.

"So, you hear from your lawyer?" asked Trip, wondering why it was so quiet again.

Archer shook his head. "No."

"That's kinda weird," said Trip.

"I have a call into a friend of mine from Stanford. He's a defense attorney; he might be able to assist me, even if he's a civilian."

"When is your trial?" asked Trip.

"That's another thing that's kind of odd, I haven't heard. Forrest set up a meeting tomorrow morning in his office. Until then, I'm ordered to stay in my apartment."

Trip turned around. "Now, what about that wedding? I'm still invited right?" asked Tucker.

"Depends on what your next orders are," said Archer. "But, if you can be there, I'd love to have you."

"It's just too bad you can't have it aboard Enterprise, Jon."

Archer sighed as the shuttle reached the Starfleet launch pad in San Francisco. After the engines had died down, Commander Tucker got up. "I'm ordered to transfer you over now."

He walked them out to the pad and in front of two young men who had phase pistols at their sides. One of the young men looked almost like a marine; he was big with very short-cropped hair and a large chin. "Commander Tucker?" he belted out.

"Yes. I guess you're here to escort him?" Trip asked.

The young man nodded. "Yes, sir."

Trip held up his hand, offering it to Archer. "Jon, you let me know if you need anything. I'm gonna be in Florida at my mom's. You know the number, right?"

Archer nodded. "Sure do." He shook the young man's hand and then gathered him into a hug. Trip felt himself get a little misty eyed and broke the friendly embrace.

T'Pol turned to Trip, giving him the sign of peace. "Thank you, Commander Tucker. Live long and prosper."

"I'll see ya soon," said Trip.

Trip turned around and walked back into the shuttle, not wishing to see Archer being taken away. He closed the shuttle door.

The young man turned to Archer. "Captain, my name is Rivers. Me and Ensign Lotti have been asked to escort you back to your apartment." He pointed at a swarthy looking, stockier man who had dark hair and dark eyes.

Archer nodded. "I'd like to bring Sub commander T'Pol along. She's staying with me."

Rivers looked over at the Vulcan with contempt. "I was told she was coming. I guess we can fit one more."

Archer turned to T'Pol, 'Are you sure you want to do this?'

'Yes,' she thought back to him.

Rivers pointed to the shuttle, "Over there, sir."

The doors opened. Archer stepped in and held his hand out to T'Pol to help her inside. As everyone was aboard and secure; Lotti took off, flying the shuttle to the area where Jon's apartment was.

"So, how does this work? You going to stand outside my door all night?" asked Jon.

"Yes, sir. We're not MPs, sir, but we've been asked to keep an eye on you," said Rivers.

"I haven't heard anything about my trial," Archer said with irritation.

"Can't help you, sir. I just know my orders," said Rivers.

"Who ordered you?" asked Archer.

"Admiral Mingus," said Rivers. "There are a few other procedures I'll need to go over with you."

Archer nodded.

"We've been asked to monitor any communications to or from your place of residence. No one, not even the Vulcan," he pointed to T'Pol, "is allowed to leave. Once we reach your home, you're there until we give you further instructions. At 1000, I've been asked to take you to Admiral Forrest's office, where further instructions will be given. Is that clear, sir?"

"Yes. What if I'm hungry?" asked Archer, feeling like a child.

"You tell us and we get it," said Rivers.

He nodded. "I wonder why I wasn't escorted by MPs," said Archer more to himself than anyone.

"Don't know, sir. I only know my orders," said Rivers. After a moment of silence, he spoke up again. "One question, sir."

Archer was pretty sure he knew what it was. "Go ahead."

"Why the Vulcan?" he asked, intimating he'd heard something about the charges.

Archer took a deep breath and looked at T'Pol. He could tell Rivers' comment hurt her. 'They don't understand,' he thought to her. 'They don't know any differently.'

He looked at Rivers. "Because I love her," said Archer. He turned back to T'Pol and smiled.

She held up two fingers, which he took readily. Rivers squinted his eyes. "Doesn't seem right," he murmured to himself.

The shuttle landed at a roof-top landing pad. Rivers opened the door and exited. Shuttles were zinging by within a close proximity.

The wind rushed through Archer's hair as he turned around to T'Pol. "Welcome home, honey."

She raised her eyebrow and looked out over the city. It was almost dusk, and the city's lights were just beginning to shimmer. She looked out over the landscape – there were long, straight buildings as far as the eye could see. She thought, 'Home.'

She gathered a few thoughts from Archer. She was intrigued to see the city through his eyes. There were several buildings that were meaningful to him. He looked out, watching the lights in the buildings begin to come on and smiled to T'Pol. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Lotti interrupted, "Let's get in the elevators."

They made their way across the roof and stepped in the elevators. Archer pushed the 57th floor, as the turbolift made it's way down.

As the elevator reached the 57th floor, all four stepped out. Rivers turned to Archer. "Go ahead. We'll stay out here. And please remember the protocol we discussed."

Archer nodded.

Jon walked toward apartment C and put his hand up on the identification pad. The door swished open easily. He turned around. "Come on in, T'Pol."

She entered his room and looked around with wonder. She had seen this place in his thoughts, but had not thought she would ever see it with her own eyes. It was not as sparse as a Vulcan room; he had photographs on the wall, paintings and pictures of a few people scattered across a table. The colors in the carpet, walls, ceiling and couch were all neutral, but warm. His apartment looked contemporary, but stylish. He had a large cream-colored sectional couch, glass countertops that hid a console and television and a cherry-colored wooden table next to the kitchen.

"Want the tour?" he asked putting their bags down near the couch.

She nodded.

"Kinda small," he said. He waved over toward the kitchen. "There's the kitchen, this is the living room and over toward the back," he grabbed her hand and started walking toward the back room, "is the bedroom." She looked over the sparse room. The room looked somewhat Asian. He had a camel-colored bedspread and a chair in the room with a shirt draped over it.

There was a small bathroom adjoining his bedroom. He pointed toward it. "I think you know what that is," he said.

She peeked her head in. His bathroom was fairly small and looked more manly than the rest of the apartment. He had large dark green towels, folded neatly over a towel rack mounted to the wall, shaving gear on a glass surface above the sink and a shower stall that looked like the one aboard Enterprise.

"Well, the future Mrs. Archer, what do you think?" he asked walking back into the kitchen. He reached one of his honey-colored cabinets and pulled out a large wine glass. He saw a wine bottle on the countertop and uncorked it.

She followed behind him. "You are assuming I take your name," she said.

He had a twinkle in his eyes and turned to look at her. "I kinda was." He paused. "Thirsty? Want anything to drink?" He poured a glass of wine.

"I will also have a glass of wine, Jon," she said.

Archer looked surprised and got out another wine glass.

"Vulcans do have ... last names. Although they are not used in the same way that Earthling's are."

"What are Vulcan last names for?" he asked pointing to the couch.

She sat down. "To identify us having been born from a certain location, as well as from a certain family." She drank the wine. "It is also customary that the male take the female's name, since women can give birth."

He coughed, choking on the wine he'd just managed to drink.

"Is that so?" he asked crossing to the living room.

She nodded. "Yes," she said.

He hunched over his console, selecting music. "So, you'd like me to be Jon T'Pol?" he asked distractedly.

"T'Pol is not my last name," she said.

An ambient song began to play in the background. He sat next to her. "What is your last name?" he asked.

She whispered it to him.

"I don't think I can pronounce that ... much less spell it."

"We can work on your pronunciation, aisha, and your spelling."

"I think we should," he said. He took a sip of wine. "You know, this," he pointed around to his apartment, "is yours, too."

"This belongs to me?" she asked, somewhat understanding his meaning.

"When people from Earth marry, they share possessions," he said. He waved around the room, "It's not much, but it's yours."

She looked at the artwork on the wall. It appeared he liked black and white pictures of nature.

"I did not know you collected photography. That terrain looks like Vulcan," she said pointing to the photograph of the Grand Canyon.

"I took that," he said with a grin.

She turned to him, raising her brow. She stood up to look at it in more detail. She looked over and saw a model ship he had on his sofa table. The model looked somewhat crude as if made my a child.

"Careful with that," said Archer as he began walking over.

'Your father helped you build this,' she thought looking into his green eyes.

"Yes he did." Archer sipped his red wine. He turned to a console behind him and punched a few buttons, playing the music louder and lowering the lights ever so slightly.

Archer could tell T'Pol felt unsettled and slightly out of place. "Come here," he said, putting down his wine glass and reaching out his hand to her. She took his hand and he walked to her to hold her.

He stroked her hair. "I think we should add things that make this place yours. Like, we could add some candles and a meditation area," he suggested.

"May I put up a Vulcan tapestry my mother gave me?" she asked.

Jon thought back – she has pointed it out to him before. It was the ugliest one in her room. "Of course." He paused. "What about your statue of Surak?"

"Yes, I would also like to add that."

"Anything else to remind you of home?" he asked, breaking from her.

"I will consider it," she said.

He nodded and looked outside, distractedly. "God, it's beautiful out there," he said looking out the large glass windows near his kitchen and dining room.

"San Francisco is quite pleasing through your eyes," she said. She sipped the wine.

Again he could sense a deeper meaning, but she buried the thought. Archer took her hand. He nodded toward the window. "It's funny, the city looks even bigger than when I was last here."

"Odd, I cannot tell from this vantage point," she responded.

Archer grinned. "I guess upon returning home, it's customary to talk about how it's changed."

"Fascinating." T'Pol left the window and began looking in greater detail around his apartment as Archer mused to himself for a few moments.

T'Pol turned her attention from the window and inspected his apartment in greater detail. Near the model spaceship, she found a series of photographs. It was interesting how she had already known their names without asking. He had one of his parents. She looked at a picture in a large black frame; it was Rebecca. She was in his mid-thirties and was quite pretty, with bright blue eyes.

Archer looked over at T'Pol studying a photo and realized who she was looking at. He walked over to her and put his arm around her. "I haven't been here in two years ... I ...."

"You do not need to explain. I understand," she said.

He took the picture away from her and put it face down on the table. "I'm happy you're here with me. I know this must be difficult."

"I will adjust," she said.

He could tell she was cold. "Why didn't you tell me you were cold? I'll turn on the heat," he suggested. He walked over to the console and raised the temperature. She rubbed her arms.

"Wait right here," he said and went into his bedroom. He brought out a sweater. "It'll probably smell a little dusty, but at least it will keep you warm," he said holding it out for her.

She nodded, putting it on. He was right, it did smell dusty. She could also smell a faint whiff of perfume on it. She frowned and removed it.

He gathered her thoughts. Jon sighed, "Sorry, T'Pol, I didn't know."

She sat down sipping wine. She seemed unsettled. She felt agitated.

Archer touched her face. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asked.

T'Pol's mouth met his with brute force, as her hand curled behind his head. Her tongue parted his lips. His mouth moved against hers in unison. His hands dodged the material of her robes. After a few moments, he broke her embrace.

"How do you feel?" he asked, stroking her hair. He was thinking of the doctor's warning to take it easy for a couple of days. He was also wondering why in her irritation she had decided to kiss him.

"I am well," she said. Her hands moved over the buttons of his shirt.

"Wait a second," he said. Her agitation was still there. "Let's talk about this," he said.

"About what?" she asked.

"Your feelings," he said.

Her mouth moved to his throat. "I am a Vulcan, I have no ... feelings."

She sighed, "I know you're upset." He took her chin in his hand. 'I am your lifemate. I know your thoughts and feelings.'

She bit her lip. 'I do not know what I feel.'

He nodded. 'I think I do – you feel out of place, perhaps jealous and a little home sick?" he said gathering her thoughts.

She furrowed her brow.

'You shouldn't feel jealous. You can look through my mind and see there is only you, T'Pol.'

She turned his thoughts over. Of course she knew he was not still interested in Rebecca, but having him reaffirm it was comforting.

'This apartment is yours. This is your house. I am yours. How can you feel more at-home here?'

"I do not know," she said.

'We could move elsewhere.'

She hadn't expected him to offer. "Where?"

"You've made many compromises for me. Where would you wish to go?" he asked. "Sausalito?" he asked. He tried to tamp down his desire not to be stuck around a bunch of Vulcans.

"You are good to offer," she said. She raised her eyebrow at his revulsion to move to Sausalito. 'No, I will not suggest we move to the Vulcan compound," she continued as a thought.

He smiled. "I need to work on blocking my thoughts more." He sipped at his wine.

There was a slight lull in the conversation and something re-emerged in his brain. "You have thought something twice now ... as if you could see the world through my eyes. Do you mean the bond?"

'Aisha, I have been wanting to tell you about a ritual performed with lifemates,' she thought.

He gathered her thoughts and put down his wine glass. 'Yes?' he thought.

'Although our bond is very strong, it may become stronger still,' she thought. 'I have wondered how you will accept that.'

Something in the tone of her voice concerned him. 'Show me,' he said.

She took a deep breath and touched her fingers to his temples. Jon felt like he was looking at himself, their thoughts were so in unison. He felt a little disoriented, but tried to stay with her.

Rather than a noninvasive thought he experienced the world for a moment as she had, complete with sights and sounds. She put her mouth against his and he felt both his feelings of excitement, and hers at the same time. His lips were soft and cool, almost cold. He realized she was thinking in Vulcan, but that he understood her. He was thinking in Vulcan. As their lips parted, he saw into his own eyes. The detail of the colors were quite vivid – the specks of brown, the small red dot in his left eye and the shades of light and dark emerald green that mixed near the black center. Her eyesight was incredible. He smelled the air and it was musty like cheese; he was musty.

He felt dizzy.

He heard a sound next door, as if people were fighting. He managed to hear that over the music. The muffled conversation was distracting. In fact, there was a slight ringing in his ears at some of the equipment around his room. Archer winced trying to stay focused. His head was pounding.

T'Pol broke contact. "Are you alright?" she asked.

He grabbed his head. "Yes," he lied. He rubbed his temples.

'When I was trying to teach you how to think two things at once, this was part of the reason I wanted you to learn. As we become lifemates, you will possibly feel this way more often.'

He nodded. His head was throbbing. He was shaking a little. "How does this happen?" he asked hoarsely.

"If it happens at all, it most likely will be as gradual as when we noticed we began sharing thoughts." She realized he was in pain. 'Aisha, I did not wish to harm you.'

"I know you didn't. Don't worry, I'm okay ... just a little headache."

She stroked his hair soothingly. "Do you have anything here for pain?"

"Yeah, in my bathroom," he said. His eyes began to squint. He couldn't stop turning the thoughts over in his head.

She went to go retrieve a mild pain medication, and brought it back. She tapped the side of his neck. He sighed feeling better.

"Do Vulcan lifemates share their thoughts this way?" he asked.

"Yes, some."

He could tell she was aroused by the experiment and was only slightly disappointed that they could not continue. He kissed her deeply, 'I want to try it again, but not right now.'

She gathered from his thoughts that he wanted to try it again as they were making love. The idea was tantalizing to her. She broke his embrace, wetting her lips. "I do not know if that is a good idea."

He kissed up her neck, bringing her closer to him. His lips made it to her earlobe and he whispered, "I think it's an excellent idea."

Their lips crashed against each others, seeking the other's out. Their hands were wandering each other's bodies. As their embrace became more passionate, he broke away. He picked up her hand and led her to his bedroom.

As he entered, he took off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and socks and began to undo the button on his pants, when her hands stopped him.

"I know it has been a while, aisha, but there is no need to rush," she said. She gathered his hands to help her take off her robes.

He swallowed deeply. He did want to take her quickly. He tried to take a deep breath and contain his excitement.

As she slipped the robes off of her frame, Archer looked at the flimsy material on her. He walked up to her, gathering her in his arms and began to trace his mouth up her throat, biting tenderly at her flesh. He took her shoulder in his mouth, enveloping it like he was tasting a peach.

She picked up his hand and began to nibble on his fingers, suckling his index finger. He hoarsely said, "Maybe we should start now."

She unleashed her thoughts on him and gathered his to her, forming a union of thought. He leaned her onto the bed and kissed at her neck. Her hands tangled wildly into his hair. He could feel how cool his mouth was on her skin, how rough his chin and face were and how soft his hair was between her fingers. She grabbed onto his back -- his muscles were hard.

Each touch was like a domino effect of other reactions. As they began removing the last trace of clothing they were exploring each other's bodies and minds with new abandoned.

Archer felt like he was caught up in a trance. He almost felt like he wasn't controlling his body. His mind began to throb, as if every synapse was being tickled and exhausted. The electricity in his brain was pulsing, teasing him to continue. Just as he felt the experience couldn't be any more exquisite, he fell into another wave of delirium.

He realized he was on top of her. He gasped as he felt the experience as of it were his own – he felt a yearning and a light twinge of pain as he began their intimate embrace. He bit into his lip to stay focused. He heard himself gasping and calling her name. He smelled saltier. He thought his toes were curling into the bedspread, but realized that it was her toes. The unison they shared made it easy to satisfy the other. T'Pol dug her nails down Archer's back. The embrace became feverish.

His brain was on fire, as if it were overloaded with tastes, sensations, sounds and sights. Sensation and experiences toppled against him, enveloping his mind. His desire was whetted to the point of feeling his mind would explode. His thoughts were vanishing into the air and he lost all track of time.

He felt tremors shoot through her body as she grabbed him closer to her in every way imaginable, pressing her body into his. He heard himself grunting loudly as his mind fell into bliss, stumbling into a chasm of the sublime. He kept going, despite his release, wandering into another void of ecstasy. He wanted to take her with him and brought her to the next wave of passion; she moaned.

They continued this dance as Archer felt a blinding light tear through his mind. Every synapse was firing, like lightning bolts through his brain. His body was shuddering and peaking to the point he heard himself cry out. He heard his grunts as yells, getting louder and louder. This final yell, caused T'Pol to break their mental union with distraction. He trembled and then sank into his own thoughts. He gave a slow groan as he put his head into her shoulder heavily.

She stroked his hair. "Are you alright?"

He coughed, causing another quiver to jolt through him. He said hoarsely, "I'm not used to ... Human females, not males, usually have more than one major ...." Thinking the word make him shake again, slightly.

She raised her eyebrow at him, pleased at helping him reach a more heightened sense of passion. "You had at least five."

He felt almost too weak to move. He rolled to her side and onto his back. He put his hand over his forehead. "Oh my God."

"You have said that many times in the past hour and a half," she said.

He tried to sit up, but couldn't. "Jesus." He tried to catch his breath.

Her eyes were twinkling. She stroked his hair, which caused a tiny shudder to pass through him.

She walked across his apartment to the kitchen and grabbed their wine glasses.

He wiped his hands over his face and caught his breath. He swallowed deeply. He realized the sheets were drenched with sweat; he realized he was drenched with sweat.

She walked back into the room and sat on the bed. She held his wine glass out.

He could barely lift his arm; the glass felt like it weighed tons. He lifted himself just enough to take a sip and then put it on his nightstand. He sank back into the bed.

She looked at him. "Are you tired?" she asked.

"Yes."

"It appears you may have ruptured blood vessels in your eyes."

He grinned, weakly. "Woman, what did you do to me?"

She looked over his body and noticed indeed she had bitten, scratched, clawed and bruised him. "I warned you perhaps during intimacy was not the wisest of times to try that mental union."

"Are you kidding? It was a religious experience," he said. He turned on his side slowly. He held up his two fingers for a Vulcan embrace, despite his trembling arms. She met them eagerly.

'Aisha, you are a ferocious lover.'

He smiled, letting his hand fall. "I was thinking the same about you."

She mused twirling his hair in her fingers. "I believe the first time I realized I was attracted to you was when we were kidnapped and bound to each other. You were pressed against me," she said. "I found you distracting. I could sense your thoughts."

He smiled. "You knew I thought you were attractive," he said.

"Yes," she replied. "And yet, I too found you not completely unattractive."

He grinned remembering that she had fallen on top of him; she seemed so annoyed that he caused her to fall, especially with her chest in his face.

'I was annoyed,' she thought.

'I wasn't.'

He entwined her fingers in his. She looked up at the clock. It was only 2037. She could tell Jon wanted to take a nap. She brushed the hair away from his face. "Why don't you rest for a few moments."

He nodded, almost immediately shutting his eyes and letting out a little snore. She raised her eyebrow. She walked over to his closet and put on one of his shirts and enough clothing to feel comfortable.

She walked into the kitchen and looked to see if there was anything edible. She turned her mouth down, realizing there wasn't. She decided to use the time meditating, rather than eat.

After about an hour, Jon woke up, put on his trousers and walked out. He saw T'Pol wearing his Stanford shirt and grinned. He decided not to disturb her and looked in the kitchen for something to eat. He frowned, "Nothing."

T'Pol looked up. "Perhaps we can ask the officers outside?"

He nodded and walked to the bedroom to put a shirt on. He crossed back and opened the door, walking out. "Is it possible to get something to eat?"

Rivers nodded. "We'll ask that something be brought for you."

Archer said, "Something vegetarian, please," and walked back inside.

He grinned at T'Pol standing with his Stanford shirt on that was probably three sizes too big for her, messy hair and long, bare legs. "You look beautiful."

She raised her eyebrow. "Are you feeling better?" she asked.

He turned to her. "It's a little tough to walk, and it's difficult to think. My head hurts."

"I am certain the experience left you weak. Would you like another dosage of the pain medication?"

He nodded. "How can you not be distracted by that kind of unity of thoughts?" he asked.

"From an early age, we are taught principles such as these. After much training and work, they can be perfected." She walked into the bathroom and came back out with another dosage and found the hypospray. She placed it to his neck.

"If this is something I do not become accustomed to, is it possible for you to keep your ... control?"

"Unknown. It is vital we work more on this technique, but not now."

He nodded.

"Your eyes are still bloodshot, aisha."

He staggered. "I feel a little dizzy," he said.

She helped him over to the couch. "Perhaps it is best if you lie down for a while longer," she said.

He stretched out on the couch and closed his eyes. T'Pol went back in the bedroom and put on her robes. She realized the food would be here soon.

Just as she finished dressing, the door chimed. She walked to it as Archer struggled to get up.

"I will get this, aisha," she said.

She opened the door and saw Rivers. "Here," he shoved the food at her.

"Thank you, Ensign," she replied.

He shut the door in her face. She sighed and turned around. She brought the food to the dining table. "Are you well enough to walk over?" she asked.

"I think so," he said.

He staggered up and sat at the table. He was still grabbing his head.

"Perhaps some food will help," she said opening the trays.

He nodded. "Perhaps."

She looked at the trays and noticed they were only vegetarian. "It is obvious they made a mistake."

Archer shook his head. "No. I wanted to make sure they brought a vegetarian meal for you."

"Aisha," she said.

He poked at his food with a fork and squinted. His head was still killing him. "I think I'm going to just hit the sack," he said.

She nodded. "Sleep well."

He got up and kissed her. "You coming to bed soon?" he asked.

She nodded. "Soon, I will most likely stay up and read for a while."

"Wake me up if you need to know where anything is," he said walking toward the bed.

Without brushing his teeth or washing his face, he collapsed onto the bed.

T'Pol furrowed her brow thinking this level of mental exhaustion did not bode well. She began to reflect on the situation for a couple of hours. She looked up realizing how late it was and decided to retire. She looked at Archer's sleeping form. He had on all his clothes. She kissed his cheek.

"Jon?" she asked.

He answered her by turning over and giving a little snore.

She decided to leave him in his clothes and prepared for bed. As she went to sleep she thought about the chance that she'd be waking up every day here. She would start shopping tomorrow for something to make the place seem more like home. She turned over in her mind she didn't have any Earth money, realizing perhaps they would have to work out some of the more mundane things about being a couple, like finances.

Her flurry of thinking seemed to stir Jonathon. He looked up and mumbled, "What time is it?"

T'Pol looked surprised. "It's approximately midnight," she said. She stroked his hair.

"Why are you thinking about finances now?" he asked hoarsely.

She wanted to smile. "I was thinking I have nothing that would constitute as currency here."

"Why do you need some?" he asked, scratching his chin.

"I thought if this would be my abode, there might be a few things I would need."

"I'll give you the money," he mumbled.

"You are not concerned about our financial situation?" she asked.

"No, my father left me some money when he died. Besides, a captain's living wasn't too shabby."

"I have little in the way of possessions," she said.

"I know," he said. "I didn't want to marry you for your money."

She sighed. He took off his shirt and lay back down, draping his hand over her leg. "Never thought you'd have to worry about Earth currency, huh?"

She looked down at him. "No."

He smiled. "I love you." And turned back over and snuggled back into his pillow.

She closed her eyes.

Chapter Eight
Archer woke up at 0900, feeling like he had a hangover. His head was still hurting. T'Pol was already out of bed and making breakfast. Archer sniffed at the air. He walked out to find her in the kitchen. He raised his eyebrows.

"Are you cooking?" he asked.

"Yes. I am making a Vulcan traditional breakfast," she said. "It something equivalent to rice with certain spices and vegetables."

He nodded. It sounded weird. "Sounds great." He kissed her cheek and wrapped his arms around her waist, looking over at the concoction.

"How did you get the ingredients?" he asked.

"I asked Ensign Rivers for some ... grocery items."

He smiled and buried his face in her neck.

"How is your head?"

"Still hurts a little, but it's much better than last night." He rested his chin on her shoulder and swayed her in his arms. "You shouldn't worry about last night. You have no idea how ... incredible it was."

"I am relieved you enjoyed it. I was concerned that I ... pushed you."

He snuggled her into his arms further. "No ... well, not in a bad way."

He stepped back and looked in the fridge. "Orange juice," he said with enthusiasm.

"I do not know how to make coffee, or I would have begun that for you."

He smiled. "Thanks," he said. He looked to see coffee beans, rather than roast. He smiled more. "You could have used the resequencer," he said.

"I did not think you would enjoy it as much," she said.

He smirked. "That shouldn't have mattered, but you're right." He began making coffee, bringing out his grinder. He turned it on, and winced at the noise.

"I also have bread for your ... toast?"

"Yes," he said. "I bet you're going to tell me you got jelly too."

"I was not about to tell you, but your assumption is correct."

He laughed looking into one of the cupboards. He unscrewed the top and stuck his finger in and licked it. "Mmmm, I'd forgotten how good this is."

"Did you just stick your finger in the jam?" she asked.

He took his finger out of his mouth. "Uhm ...."

She sighed. "I did not wish to have some anyway. Your fingers ...." She frowned slightly, thinking he was crude.

He teased, "You didn't seem to mind sucking my fingers last night."

A tinge of green rose to her face. He chuckled; he frequently didn't win their battle of wits.

He screwed the cap back on and put it in the refrigerator. He took the ground beans and placed them into the coffee maker. Within seconds, the coffee was prepared. He poured it into a cup and opened the fridge for cream.

He frowned seeing a milk substitute – rice milk. He shuddered.

"Vulcans cannot digest milk, Jon," she said.

"This is fine," he said opening it, and then deciding to have his coffee black. He put the rice milk back in the refrigerator. He took a sip of coffee and walked over to the window, looking out at the city waking up. He scratched his head.

"I know your meeting with Admiral Forrest is as 1000, you may want to take a shower. Everything will be completed by that time."

"Okay," he said. He gave her a small pat on the butt.

She flinched, turning to raise a confused eyebrow.

He laughed. "Sorry." Then he mumbled to himself, "Well, not really."

He gave himself another pain injection and rolled his head from side-to-side. He took off his clothes and jumped in the shower. As he closed his eyes and let the water roll off of him, he had the sense he was looking out the window at San Francisco. Rather than fight the image, or try to understand it, he accepted it. He didn't push beyond what was shown to him. He had the sense that T'Pol noticed he was there and was having a similar experience of seeing him in the shower. As the awareness came, she walked to the bathroom. The image faded and Jon found himself in the shower again.

"Jon, did you just sense that?" asked T'Pol with excitement. She poked her head into the shower stall.

"Yes," he said with a smile.

"And your head?" she asked.

"Doesn't feel any worse," he said with a smile.

"This time you allowed the image to be seen without trying to interpret it?" she asked.

"Yes," said Archer with a grin.

"Excellent," she said. "I am pleased with this, aisha."

"Me, too," he said.

She looked in for a moment longer, gazing at his form. He turned to her. "Really," he teased.

She raised her eyebrow and bowed her head as she turned away. "Later," she said quietly.

He grinned. He finished rinsing off, shaving and dressing. After Archer walked into the kitchen, outfitted in his dress uniform. T'Pol looked at him, impressed. "You look quite ... handsome."

He smiled. "Thanks," he said. He sighed, rolling his head from side-to-side.

"Still no word from Admiral Forrest on what this meeting pertains to?" asked T'Pol.

He shook his head. "You know as much as I do," he said.

She nodded. She put a plate in front of him – a yellow sauce on rice with various vegetables. Jon looked down at his plate and bit the inside of his cheek. He looked up T'Pol. Her eyes were wide, as she looked at him intently. He thought of pleasant things, hoping to let her know how much he enjoyed it.

He poked at it with his fork. "Looks, uhm, great." He took a bite and swallowed it with difficulty. He looked up at her and smiled. "Mmmm ....."

She wasn't entirely fooled, but she appreciated his attempt to please her. Rather than let him know she was wise to him, she let him finish. She began eating.

The door chimed as Archer finished his plate. He rushed to the door and opened it. Ensign Rivers piped up, "We need to leave now, sir. Admiral Forrest is expecting you at 1000."

Archer nodded. He put on his jacket and kissed T'Pol. "I'll see you soon."

She nodded. "Jon," she said getting up. "I believe it is customary to say – good luck."

"Yes it is," he said.

"No matter what happens, you do me honor."

He smiled and walked out with Ensign Rivers.

Chapter Nine
Archer sat in Admiral Forrest's office, waiting for him to arrive. Both Admiral Forrest and Ambassador Soval walked in. Archer stood up at attention.

Soval looked Archer over. "You look well, Archer," he said.

Admiral Forrest frowned at Soval. "Sit down, Jon."

Jon sat down and crossed his legs.

"Earth is very excited to have the Orions and the Andorians as potential allies," said Forrest.
"We don't know how you did it ... but ...."

Soval spoke up, "But, it was hardly appropriate to contact them and ask for them to speak on your behalf."

"I didn't," said Archer.

Forrest continued, "At any rate, the Andorians insist on you having your title fully restored, and back at Enterprise for their negotiations with us to be valid. Same with the Orions."

Soval corrected Forrest, "A faction of the Orions."

Forrest nodded. "Right."

Archer looked back and forth. "I know you've canceled my trial. Did you decide to agree to their conditions?"

Forrest scratched his head. "I'm not done, Jon. Ambassador Soval was the final vote in your favor."

Archer's mouth hung open. "What?"

Soval crossed in front of Archer. "We do not always see eye to eye, but I was ... impressed with your response to me that you cared about the Vulcan government and our relations with Earth, asking me not to speak on your behalf. I would not have thought you capable of this. Perhaps it proves your ... devotion to being a good captain. Your reasoning was sound."

Forrest continued, "The Andorians and the Orion faction have agreed to send a diplomat to Earth. In fact Starfleet is working with the Earth government to set up a diplomatic area for meetings. I can't tell you how exciting this is for us."

Soval shook his head. "Do not get your hopes up. The Vulcans have tried to set up many such councils without much success. Many of the diplomats were unpredictable and hostile."

Forrest smiled. "Well, then maybe we'll get along with them just fine," he said to Archer with a wink.

Soval shot his eyebrow up. "It seems so. But, it does appear the Vulcans now have an opportunity to work out our differences with the Andorians. We have been at war for many years. Perhaps this time we will reach a more desirable solution. My thanks to you, Archer."

Archer smiled. "I wish I could take credit for this idea, but it was T'Pol's."

Soval nodded. "That seems more logical."

Archer frowned. "Would the Vulcans recognize her marriage to a human, now?"

Soval furrowed his brow. "I shall speak on her behalf."

Archer nodded. "That seems logical." He smiled.

Soval folded his arms across his chest. "Indeed."

Forrest laughed. "Jon, I'm happy to tell you, Enterprise is yours."

Archer asked, "No more fraternization issues, sir?"

Forrest shook his head. "Nope. Besides, I think this time, you wouldn't allow me to come to the wedding."

"Damn straight," Archer chided.

Soval shook his head. "I take it, you will be married on Vulcan as well?" he asked.

"I left that option up to T'Pol," Archer said. "Probably; it sounds like she has many relatives there."

Soval nodded. "You have no idea the number of ... in-laws you will have. Vulcans are very family-oriented. Even your third cousins will be family and come to your ceremony."

Archer's face fell. "Uhm, I'm an only child. I know that T'Pol said she had a large family, but I didn't realize ...."

"I suppose then, she had not told you that I am part of that extended family."

Archer's face fell more. "No."

Soval's eyes lit up. "I have not been invited to the Earth ceremony. I would consider it rude not to ask me to come. You can tell T'Pol I will be there."

Archer nodded as Soval left. Forrest laughed. "Welcome to the family, huh?"

"No, kidding," agreed Jon. "Anything else, sir?"

"One last thing – you were right. Perhaps your union will bring Earth and Vulcan closer together. Already Soval has been ... almost happy with our discussions."

Archer nodded. He got up and stuck out his hand. "Thank you, sir."

Forrest shook it. "See you next week. Oh, decide where your honeymoon is going to be?"

Archer smiled. "T'Pol's never been to much of anyplace on Earth. She's trying to decide between Tibet and the Grand Canyon." Archer walked out the door with a spring in his step.

Chapter Ten: One week later
Archer was in a small room with Trip. They were both dressed in black collarless jackets with white shirts underneath. Archer had a small flower in his lapel, something that looked like a small rose. He knew it grew on a desert plant of her home planet.

Archer was mumbling to himself in Vulcan.

"Cap'n, you worry too much," he said. "You'll be able to say your vows to her in Vulcan. You've been practicing with Hoshi for a week. Besides I thought that thing in your head ...."

Archer looked at Trip frustratedly, "You mean our mental bond?"

"Yeah. I thought you said it helped you understand Vulcan," he said.

"I understand it, yes. But, I don't know how to say many of the words."

"You'll do fine," said Trip.

"I hope so. You got the ring, right?" asked Jon.

"In my pocket," said Trip patting his jacket.

"I look okay?" asked Archer.

Trip nodded. "For someone who's about to get hitched – yes."

Archer took a deep breath and walked out. He stepped out into 10-Forward on the Enterprise. He smiled as he noticed nearly everyone aboard showed up. The room was filled with a nutmeg-like smell. Candles were lit around the room and a large golden gong with symbols on the frame stood at the back of the room.

Soval was standing in front of the Vulcan gong. Upon seeing Archer, Soval and a few other smattering of Vulcans bowed deeply. The Vulcan ambassador took a large mallet and beat the gong, releasing a deep mystic noise throughout the room. The crowd hushed as Archer walked toward it. T'Pol walked out dressed in a traditional Vulcan wedding gown – a large, red satin gown with Vulcan runes written on it. Archer's grin widened on seeing her. She stood beside him and faced the Vulcan ambassador.

Soval began to speak in Vulcan. He then said the statement over in English, "T'Pol of Vulcan. You have chosen kal'i'farr, marriage, to Jonathan Archer."

"I have," she said with determination. She exchanged glances with Jon.

"His thoughts are yours, you speak as one?" he asked.

"Yes," she said.

He looked toward Archer. "And you hear her voice in your head? Your thoughts are one, you speak as one?"

He nodded, "Yes."

"Jonathan, you wished to say something?" asked Soval.

He cleared his throat and began speaking. "Kol-Ut-Shan si un terish. T'Pol sa'vaya teun, Humans sa'vaya Vulcans di veh kaunsh'es. Natayan ka'lan wi karik'sin. Tes-sh-un teun my'tyezti, T'Pol, sa'vaya ni ashaya Vulcan. Ta'san shoonan. Ta'san vas, aisha, ni pa to-go svi-un ashaya.," said Archer in almost flawless Vulcan.

[IDIC – infinite diversity in infinite combinations. T'Pol and I, Humans and Vulcans are diverse and yet we've reached unity. This unity between us [T'Pol and me] makes me stronger. My unity with you [T'Pol] completes me. And I am someone who thought I would never like or love a Vulcan. You have taught me much. Beloved, you have taught me there are no rules in love.]

She said to him, "Aisha, teun vas s'sayaha ti terish ni pa svinish teun."

[Beloved, I am blessed to join with you.]

T'Pol placed her hand on the mallet, as Archer's hands encircled hers. They hit the gong once. The deep sound resonated throughout the room.

Forrest stepped up and Trip walked up by Jon's side. "A captain's greatest privilege is marrying two people aboard a ship. I haven't had the pleasure of performing a wedding ceremony in many years." He cleared his throat. "Marriage is about unity: the union of two people in love. Jon, do you take T'Pol to be your lawfully wedded wife. To have, hold and love from this day forward? In sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

Jon nodded, "I do."

"And T'Pol, do you take Jon to be your lawfully wedded husband. To have and told hold from this day forward? In sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"Yes," she said.

Jon smiled. He grabbed T'Pol's hands and faced her.

Forrest looked at Trip as he dug into his pocket and fished out a ring. He gave it to Forrest, who gave it to Archer.

"Jon, repeat after me. With this ring, I thee wed."

Jon slipped the small silver band over T'Pol's ring finger. "With this ring, I thee wed."

Soval gave Forrest another ring with strange Vulcan runes. Forrest turned it over in his fingers and handed it to T'Pol. "T'Pol, repeat after me. With this ring, I thee wed."

"With this ring, I thee wed."

"By the power invested in me. Earth recognizes your union."

Soval bowed. "You are joined in thought and are recognized by Vulcan."

Archer turned to T'Pol. She placed two fingers in the air and he met them eagerly with his own. After a moment, he gathered her into his arms and placed his lips on hers to the delight of the crew. Applause broke out.

Vulcan bells that looked like tiny cymbals on a washboard began shaking. The tinny music was overpowered by the last gong Soval sounded.

Forrest decided not to announce them, as he couldn't pronounce the hyphenated addition both added to their last names.

They made their way to the mess hall where everyone began the reception.

Everyone mingled, grabbing champagne and then ate. After about an hour, Trip stood up. "I remember the first time I heard about T'Pol from Archer, he'd threatened to knock her on her ass."

Archer winced and drank his third glass of champagne. T'Pol was still sipping her first.

Trip continued, "I think that was the first, but certainly not the last time, Jon was interested in her ass."

Laughter filled the room, except for the Vulcans, who looked uncomfortable. Soval also sipped his first glass of champagne. The other Vulcans decided not to drink.

"Working with them on a regular basis gave me an appreciation for both of them. Jon has zest, determination, curiosity, passion and courage. T'Pol is wise, refined, logical and noble. Together, they make not only a great team aboard a starship, but a team in marriage. I have respect for both of them."

Trip continued raising his glass in the air, "T'Pol, you're getting one of my best friends. Jon, you got one classy woman. I'm sure you'll be happy together ... or whatever Vulcans are," he laughed. "Live long and prosper."

Soval nodded and raised his glass drinking after Trip. He stood up. "I understand it is a custom for the best man and a few friends to say something about the couple. I wish to congratulate the couple," he said awkwardly.

Everyone waited a few moments until they realized he was through. Archer said, "Thanks, Ambassador, that was very kind," and sipped his champagne at the toast indicating to the others that's what was intended.

Admiral Forrest stood up. "I've known Jon Archer since he was in," he looked at Archer who yelled back "Too long!"

Forrest smiled. "I knew his father and his mother. I've seen a drive in Archer ever since then. But, it looks like that drive didn't stop at flying starships. When he found out he was being assigned a Vulcan from their High Command, he found it difficult to stomach. Two years later ... here he is. Seems like you owe Soval a thanks," Forrest smiled. "To the happy couple!"

Archer and Forrest hugged for a moment slapping each other lightly on the back, and then both made their way back to their chairs.

Hoshi stood up. "Being on a starship with a bunch of men is sometimes challenging," she turned to Trip with a smile. "I've been working with T'Pol for more than two years. She has not only taught me a lot about dedication and courage, she has taught these values to every member of the crew. Captain, you couldn't have gotten a better woman," she said. She laughed, "And I really mean you couldn't have."

Archer narrowed his eyes as Hoshi laughed harder. T'Pol bowed her head. "Your sentiments are returned, Hoshi," she said calling the ensign by her first name for the first time.

Dr. Phlox stood up. "Ah. I must admit, I saw this relationship coming early on." He leaned up on his toes and threw his hands behind his back to clasp them. "In fact, when Captain Archer's dog was ill, he came to stay with me in sickbay. He fretted about what Sub commander T'Pol's thought of him. That's when he admitted to me he was attracted to her," he mused.

Archer began to sink into his chair, hoping the doctor wouldn't continue.

"In fact, as I recall he had a rather interesting dream that I'm sure Dr. Freud would be very interested in. Captain Archer's dream had a lot to do with rain. Of course, in Human sexuality, Freud likens this to the male's release during sex."

Archer sank further into his seat.

T'Pol grabbed Jon's hand and spoke up, "Doctor, perhaps your fascinating interpretation of my husband's dream can be recounted at another time. Besides, I would not want you to recall that I initiated this relationship with Jon."

Archer looked like she saved him and kissed her on the lips.

The Vulcans at their table seemed shocked at the news T'Pol actually initiated the relationship, except for Soval. He did something unexpected. He stood up again. "To their union."

Glasses clinked as Archer polished off another glass of champagne. Archer had just enough drinks that he was hanging on his new bride slightly, gazing at her. His affection was deep and profound.

The jazz music started and everyone in the room got up to dance or mingle.

'Come on,' thought Archer picking up her hand.

She gave in and let him lead her around the dance floor. She was a little uncomfortable, but found it sweet that Archer was humming along to the music in her ear. He had a wonderful voice and the sensation of his breath against her ear was arousing.

'You seem as if you are slightly inebriated," thought T'Pol.

He winked, bringing her into his arms more. 'Guess I'll be that much easier to get into bed,' he thought with a grin. 'Maybe we can attempt our union of thought again while ....'

T'Pol shot her eyebrow up. 'It is customary for a wedding night to be ... special?'

He grinned. 'Yes.'

'Then your suggestion is accepted,' she thought.

He bit his lip and led her towards the door. 'Maybe we could head back now?' His lips traced her neck.

"Get a room," said Tucker walking toward them.

Archer continued his embrace, kissing up her neck with more passion, as Tucker stood mouth agape.

T'Pol gently pushed Archer off. "Jon, the commander is speaking with you."

Archer was holding T'Pol's gaze, rather than look at his friend. He took her hand in his and brought it to his mouth.

Trip looked at Archer for a second, realizing his friend was tipsy. He turned to T'Pol.

"Looks like someone's excited about your wedding night," he said.

T'Pol raised her eyebrow. "He is not the only one," she said.

Tucker began to giggle. He was glad she admitted that she was excited.

Hoshi put her arm around Trip, as he snuggled her into him. "Will you leave these lovebirds alone, Trip," she said.

Phlox meandered over. "Commander, you're not keeping this couple from beginning their extended wedding mating ritual. Are you?"

T'Pol looked at Tucker quizzically.

Trip looked at T'Pol and furrowed his brow. "Nah, I just came over to wish them uhm ...."

Phlox nodded. "It's customary on Denobulan to escort the couple to the bed chamber after the ceremony." He looked at Archer. "Would you like escorting?"

Archer seemed to come out of a trance. "What?" he asked.

Phlox continued the conversation, "I said do you need to be escorted to your room so you can ...." He paused. "It would be an honor to be your escort."

Archer saw that Hoshi was beginning to bend T'Pol's ear about how wonderful the ceremony was, and how she'd known all along that there was something between her captain and first officer. Archer decided to interrupt.

"T'Pol," he began, he held his fingers out in a Vulcan embrace. He leaned into her ear and whispered, "I'm ready to go."

Dr. Phlox smiled. He cleared his throat. "Commander Tucker, Hoshi, why don't we pick this conversation up with them after they get back from their honeymoon."

Tucker looked confused. "They'll be here tomorrow. They don't leave until tomorrow night."

Phlox furrowed his eyebrows. Tucker nodded and walked away, taking Hoshi with him. Tucker leaned into Hoshi and kissed her head, whispering, "Well, seeing as they're leaving, want to head back to my place?"

Archer looked at T'Pol and grabbed her hand, leading her out the door. As he made it outside the room, he decided to pick his bride up into his arms and make his way down the hall. T'Pol was kissing Archer's neck. Archer would pause occasionally to kiss her lips. Phlox tagged along behind him. "This is very exciting." Phlox was studying their passionate movements.

As Archer reached his cabin, Phlox was almost on their heels. "Thanks for your assistance," he said with a grin. Archer nodded his head away from his door, indicating Phlox should leave.

Phlox's grin turned creepy. "Oh yes, the mating that takes place after the wedding. I will leave you to your rutting." He turned and walked away.

Archer took a breath and carried her into his cabin. "I love you," he said.

She turned to him and touched his cheek. "I love you, too."

He smiled setting her down on her feet. "You know, that's the first time I've heard you actually say that," he said taking off his jacket.

"It will not be the last," she said.

He chuckled softly, "Good." He initiated their mind union as he began to work his hands over her robe and walking her toward the bed.

She whispered, "It is customary after being married on Vulcan to mate all night."

He laughed. "I think I'll have more than just a few broken blood vessels in my eyes, but I'd like to honor that tradition."

Their lips joined and he mused about the hell of a night and lifetime he was going to have.

The End.

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