Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my characters and ideas. Everything else (the Captain, T'Pol, Enterprise...) belongs to the producers of Star Trek or its source/owner, so don't sue poor Caroline. It ain't worth it.

Author: I'm not sure if this fic portrays accurate Vulcan behavior, since I just based a lot of 'info' what I saw and read (the movies, Enterprise and Vulcan's Glory in particular). For those of you that didn't read Vulcan's Glory (I assumed everyone's seen the show and the movies), Sarek accurately predicted Spock's actions to the last detail after having zero contact with his son for eight years. If you're confused, feel free to email me cuz I don't think I can say all I want to say here.

Enterprise theme song plays and ends

Chapter 2: Back to Enterprise

"This should be enough to replace those mines." Joniek dug into his pocket and fished out a strange substance. "Um, Captain and Sub-commander, do you want me to arrange a meeting with someone from the foreign relations sect?"

The Captain was quite surprised at his son's offer. "Thank you. That would be nice. If you are Vastrol, then how did you get here?"

Recalling his dreams, Joniek replied, "I was captured. Somehow, I kicked the hyperspace engine and the ship took me here. General Avanien found me and brought me here. Captain, please, don't use my secret name in this public building. It is my only trademark to my friends when the worst of the worst happens."

"Sorry. So you don't use your real name?" asked the Captain, stunned that his son was still alive. It was impossible, for both T'Pol and their first child, T'Rin, felt their bond with the child break off a long time ago. T'Pol had explained to him decades ago that bonds between Vulcan family members related by blood, especially ones that did not hold back emotion, were impossible to even scratch without aid from professionals that existed only in the large cities of Vulcan. Yet he was sure that his son had done the impossible of misleading every Vulcan that lived aboard the Enterprise into thinking he was dead and then reappearing when he was least expected. No Vulcan could possibly bear such uncanny resemblance to T'Pol and reveal a mind full of unrestrained, human emotions in a single touch.

"Joniek is my real and official name." Remembering how humans treated names, he added, "Here, the names we are given at birth are secrets between family and friends. Our priests decide who we are in the public. But if you're not comfortable with my public name, we all can meet in a secluded area when we are all free."

Joniek shifted his gaze upon the closest temple in the area and then back to the path in front of him. He then commed his superiors and told them that their 'prisoners' were ready to pay their fines and were interested in establishing contact between their people and the residents of the twin planets.

"Diplomats, have we?" Evennon asked.

"They're traveling around the galaxy and trying to see where everyone is. They really are from a planet called Earth."

"Interesting."

"Sir, what about the fine? They are prepared to pay."

"Forget it. We have one from Vulcan and we can't let this opportunity pass. The clan has to know and write down all the descendants of Shallin. We both know those matriarchs will say the same." The man on the other side of the com clicked off the link.

"Evennon asks that you stay in this colony or go back to your ship as long as you don't leave too soon. This place hasn't had contact with Vulcan in three hundred years. If you want, we can find a secluded place and tell each other a few things.."

"Can we contact our crew? If we do not communicate, they will come searching." T'Pol said.

"Yes, m..." Joniek felt a strong and agonizing mental wave wash over his mind as he stopped himself from saying 'mother'.

Flashback

Joniek saw his younger self again, only that the boy was no older than five this time. He was sitting on T'Pol's lap as a girl sat at her side. The girl, around seven years older than the other child, had chocolate-brown hair that just barely touched her shoulders and barely above her eyes. She had rare, blood-colored eyes that so much resembled his and T'Pol's. Just barely visible beneath the thick hair were the characteristics of the Vulcan species, pointed ears and slanted eyebrows.

Joniek then felt a mental touch. The feeling he felt from the source of the touch was very different from the textures of the minds of those he interrogated. The person that touched him radiated the disturbing feeling of a very close bond that could only be forged through intense love or close blood-relationship.

The boy looked into T'Pol's eyes and thought. Mother. In response, he received a sense of approval from the Vulcan woman. He then felt another touch his mind. This time, the touch came from a more enthusiastic and emotional mind. Hello brother. The thought was not his own.

T'Rin. Joniek heard himself respond. He sensed a link to a weaker, human mind in both females. He felt himself try to mentally can out to the human, whom he somehow recognized as his father. However, before he could say anything, he felt a thought from his mother.

This will be all for today. Your father is not like us. I will teach you to communicate with him when you finish your current training and are more adept to discipline your mind. You've done well, now go and play.

End of flashback.

A drop of sweat hit the ground as Joniek struggled to not lose his balance. Why had his mother produced such a feeling in him? With his father, it was a mere hurl into the wall, but with his mother, he felt his mind shatter and his body nearly self-destructed. Before the hybrid could ponder the answer, his father spoke.

T'Pol nearly staggered as the bond that once existed with her son returned. She did not know how to react to what she felt. The Vulcans had achieved high degrees of mental skills such as forming and dissolving bonds through discipline, yet this one had dissolved not one, but two bonds formed by shared blood through a total lack of discipline. The mind was open to emotions and more human than Vulcan, with whatever Vulcan discipline he knew tossed aside most of the time. He only behaved like a child raised on Vulcan in from of the Vulcan High Command.

T'Pol forced herself to be logical as disbelief attempted to wash over her. The only Vulcan that could even have a ghost of a chance of repairing a shattered bond with his mere presence would be her one and only son. Rejection was illogical, for the mind she felt was just like her young son's. The child mastered all she had taught him, but more often than not, he threw the discipline aside and acted like a human, without emotional restraint. And that Evennon mentioned the descendants of the famed T'Shallin without acknowledging that the woman was a lady...

"My son, we would like for you to come aboard the Enterprise for a test."

On Vulcan...

A young woman felt something sharp hit her subconscious mind, fading as quickly as it came. Her Vulcan training had restrained most of the overwhelming emotional barrage unleashed by the hit, but she could not stop her hand from flying to her forehead as she struggled to contain the chaotic emotions. Her younger brother had managed break the record for playing dead at age seven.

The Vulcan temporarily tied back her waist-length hair and switched on one of her computers. She had a message to send to the Enterprise and she might have to contact her teammates in the research center for a few days off so she could visit the place of her birth. It would be ironic if she did return to that ship, for she had begged her parents to allow her to live and work for the Vulcans on her mother's warm, home planet six years ago.

TBC...