Enterprise was dead in space, her engines were out, she was venting
atmosphere from various hull ruptures. The three remaining Xindi ships kept
circling her like hungry sharks, taking the occasional pot shot, punching
another hole in her unprotected hull, when suddenly, they stopped, turned
and headed back to into the system.
T'Pol shakily stood from the command chair and looked at the destruction around her. The bridge was a shambles, those crew who were still able to stand helped the ones who were wounded, Travis was trying to work around the shattered lighting grid that lay over the helm station, still trying to restore helm control.
T'Pol went over to assist in helping two wounded crew from the Bridge, taking over from Lt Reed.
T'Pol: "Return to your station Lieutenant, try to get the bulkheads closed, I will assist the wounded."
Reed nodded at her and went back to his own console. T'Pol glanced around her one final time before leaving the Bridge through the aft hatchway, the scattered fires were being brought under control, and what crew remained were attempting to restore the damaged systems.
T'Pol: *This should never have happened, I should have ordered us out of the system*
Back on the reptilian ship, Jon is still in his holding cell, he looks around at the sound of the door opening, expecting to see the Reptilian commander again, but is instead surprised to find instead Degra and other Xindi, all of whom are armed. Degra motions for one of his men to free Archer. Once this has been done, Jon stands and rubs his sore wrists, he shoots a confused look at Degra.
Degra: "If I'm not mistaken, it seems we were interrupted last time. You were correct is saying you had made an impression. We have called for a meeting of the council, we have been able to call off the attack on your vessel and delay your being taken to the detention center."
Jon was about to thank Degra when he was stopped
Degra: "Do not say anything yet, there are still some of us who do not believe what you have told us, you will have to be very convincing when you tell it to the rest of the council. We have contacted the Aquatics and let them know what happened. Come, we must go."
Degra motioned to two others who grabbed Archer and escorted him from the room. They walked down the hall and boarded Degras ship. Once they were secure, the ship undocked from the larger vessel and made it's way to Azati Prime. Shortly the ship arrived at it's destination and Jon was transported to the council chambers to meet with the rest of the Xindi.
Jon and Degra stood outside the main chamber, from there they could hear the arguing going on, Jon could hear the voices of the two other Xindi he had met earlier, they were arguing for him to be heard. Jon could also make out the sounds of the Insectoid Xindi and what he assumed to be the Aquatics, they sounded like whale song. Jon glanced over at Degra.
Degra: "The Insectoids want you killed immediately, my companions are trying to tell them you should be heard first. The Aquatics agree with that."
Jon: "No Reptilians? "
Degra: "No, due to the nature of what you've told us, we decided to leave them out of this meeting."
Jon: "How thoughtful."
Degra: "Come, it is time for us to go in."
Jon and Degra walked the rest of the way into the chamber. Once the rest of the council caught site of the Human in their midst, silence ensued. To bad it was all too brief. The Insectoid slammed his claws on the counter and stood, chittering wildly. Degra translated.
Degra: "He says you should be killed where you stand. Fortunately for you, the council has overruled him. I suggest you try to, convince us."
Jon looked around at the assembled Xindi, he knew he was in for a long day, plus the fact that his beating at the hand of the Reptilians had taken a lot out of him.
Jon: "I know I'm not the first person you expected to see here, and I know that our two races haven't gotten off on exactly the right footing, but I'm here now to tell you, we face the same enemy. We need to put what happened behind us and try to work together against our common foe."
One of the Aquatics sung something, after a moment Degra translated it.
Degra: "They want to know what enemy you speak of."
Jon: "I'm talking about the ones who built the spheres. They're a race of trans-dimensional aliens who want to reshape this area of space so they can invade. They're the real enemy, not Humans, and not the Xindi."
The dark skinned Xindi Jon had met earlier spoke up "You mentioned this before, yet the only proof you bring us is a medallion you claim comes from the future. What further proof do you have?"
Jon looked down, he was tired he needed to rest, but knew he was unable to. "I've been to the future, I've seen the war that these, sphere-builders cause. I've also been to the past. And I've seen Reptilian soldiers on my planet, trying to create a bio-weapon to infect my people with."
Aquatic (translated): "Impossible, we have forbidden the use of bio- weapons"
Jon: "I was there, I've seen it. I have the reptilian bodies in my ships morgue if you want more proof."
Jon spent the next few hours trying to prove to the Xindi they needed to call off their attack and to not launch the weapon. Finally after much arguing, it was decided that Jon would be taken back to his ship and there he would show two representatives from the council more of his proof. It was decided that Degra and an Arboreal will accompany him to his ship and relay what they find to the council.
On Enterprise, Reed had finally found a way to enable the bulkheads to close, shutting off the hull breaches. T'Pol was in sickbay helping Phlox and his staff with the wounded. During a quiet moment, after they had finally gotten the last of the injured crew looked after, Phlox went over to where T'Pol was and gestured for her to sit, she looked exhausted, even for a Vulcan.
Phlox: "T'Pol, perhaps you should go and get some rest."
T'Pol shook her head "I am unable to return to my cabin, that area of the ship was heavily damaged, only a few cabins in that area did not sustain any damages at all, ironically the Captains was among them, and he will...will not be returning to use it."
Phlox caught the pause in T'Pol's sentence, and it seemed to him, her voice was heavily laden with, sorrow.
Phlox: "T'Pol, may I ask, what are you feeling right now? And you can skip over the Vulcans don't have feelings, you and I both know the truth to that."
T'Pol paused for a minute before answering, her reply was so soft Phlox had to lean closer to hear her.
T'Pol: "I, I am unable to function correctly, Jonathans decision to sacrifice himself for his planet, has saddened me greatly. I can no longer sense him through our bond, and that forces me to admit he is gone. I am angered that he chose this course of action, even after telling me he would always be here with me, that he would never leave me. I am unused to these emotions Doctor, I no longer know what to do."
Phlox: "I truly am sorry T'Pol, But you know how the Captain is, he couldn't order anyone to do this, it was something he had to do himself. As for leaving you, perhaps he did it knowing you would at least still be alive. He did it to protect you."
T'Pol looked at Phlox and was about to continue when the doors opened and Reed and Trip walked in, both men were dirty and their uniforms showed many burn marks.
Trip: "Well, we've done what we can, but main power is still down, we have no weapons, atmosphere is being restored to all habitable areas. And we've uh, we've done a head count."
T'Pol: "How many Commander?"
Reed answered before Trip could
Reed: "We've lost about 20 people, or about a fifth of the crew."
T'Pol nodded: "How long to restore main power?"
Trip: "Didn't you just hear him? We've lost 20 good people, and all you want to know is how long till we have full lighting again?"
T'Pol: "Getting emotional will not bring back the dead Commander."
Trip: "Ya know, you're right, Jon should never have left, cause by doin' so that put you in charge, and we've had nothin' but trouble since."
T'Pol: "Then I suggest you file a complaint with Starfleet when we get back, until then I suggest you focus on restoring this ships capabilities."
Trip just stood there and looked at her, his face was getting redder by the minute, he looked ready to explode, all Reed and Phlox could do was to look on in silence and watch as this power struggle played out.
T'Pol: "Do I need to tell you to 'get out' again Commander?"
Trip shut his mouth and narrowed his eyes, instead of replying he turned on his heel and left, slowly followed by Reed.
T'Pol looked at the floor, and slowly let out a long sigh.
T'Pol: "Doctor, I believe I will take your advice and go get some rest, it appears I am in sore need of meditation. I will be in the Captains...in Jonathans cabin if I am needed."
Phlox nodded and watched as T'Pol left sickbay, he wished there was something he could do for her, but knew that she would have to deal with the problems of losing her mate and the damages to the ship on her own and in her own way.
About an hour later, T'Pol was called to the Bridge, reluctant to leave Jon's cabin and her memories of him, she made her way to the Bridge. Once she arrived she looked over at Malcolm, the one who had called her.
Reed: "Sub-Commander, we have another visitor."
T'Pol went over to the tactical station and looked at the sensor display. It showed one ship approaching. It was Xindi, but it wasn't the same as the ships that had attacked them. By the signature, it appeared to be Degra's ship.
T'Pol: "What are they doing?"
Malcolm: "I would say, they are looking us over, seeing if it's safe enough to dock."
T'Pol: "Status of the docking ports?"
Malcolm: "The starboard dock is still functioning. And it appears that they've figured it out also, they are heading there now."
T'Pol: "Have a team of MACO's meet me there. I will go and greet our guests. Any readings on how many there are?"
Malcolm studied his board for a minute before replying. "I'm reading, four Xindi"
T'Pol nodded and headed for the aft exit, as the turbo lifts were still down. A she reached to doorway, Malcolm called out again,
Malcolm: "Ma'am, they have docked, and I'm now able to get a better reading on the life forms."
T'Pol: "I thought you had said there were only four onboard?"
Malcolm: "Yes ma'am, but with the damages, scanners are not fully operating, there are still only four Xindi, but there's something else. I'm also showing another life sign, it's Human."
T'Pol: "Human? Are you certain?"
Malcolm: "Yes Ma'am, readings show, 100 percent human."
T'Pol felt a wave of joy run through her, could it be him? And if it was, why could she still not sense him? T'Pol turned and left the Bridge, she made her way at a fast walk towards the starboard docking hatch, for a Vulcan, she was practically running.
When T'Pol reached the starboard dock, she found the team of MACO's already deployed, they looked as battered and as bruised as the rest of the crew, but they were there to do a job and seemed to put everything else out of their minds. The six soldiers had taken up positions on either side of the corridor and facing the hatch, T'Pol nodded to one of the soldiers who began the sequence to open the inner hatch.
Once the door was open, T'Pol was greeted by a strange though familiar site. Standing in the hatchway were Degra, his three assistants, and another Xindi she hadn't seen before, but knew was referred to as an Arboreal.
Degra: "May we come aboard?"
T'Pol made a quick hand signal, and the soldiers dropped back a few steps allowing the Xindi to enter the ship. As the Xindi cleared the door, T'Pol made out a patch of blue, a Starfleet issue jumpsuit. As soon as the four Xindi had cleared from her vision, she could at last see who it was. A wave of joy and relief shot through her and threatened to send her to her knees, it was him, he had come back to her. T'Pol wanted so badly to go to him, to touch him, to hold him in her arms and make sure he was real. But knew she couldn't.
She stood there, her 'mask' firmly in place, and studied him, Jon had been beaten, his face was bloodied and bruised, his uniform was torn and he looked to be standing on will power alone. Jon looked up and saw he was under her scrutiny, all he could manage was a weak smile.
Jon: "Permission to come aboard Sub-Commander?"
T'Pol restrained herself from hitting him: "Permission granted Captain, it is, pleasing to see you are well."
Jon: "It's good to see you to, I'll expect a full report on what happened here later, but first I need to take these people to sickbay and the morgue."
T'Pol: "Captain..."
Jon: "It's ok T'Pol, they may actually be here to help us."
T'Pol nodded: "Respectfully sir, I request you be accompanied by a guard?"
Jon shook his head: "No, we need to start learning to trust each other."
T'Pol nodded again and dismissed the soldiers, T'Pol watched Jon guide the Xindi toward sickbay, winding them around damaged sections, as she turned to head back to the bridge she was stopped by something. It was a flicker, like the brushing of a butterfly's wings against your skin. And then she realized what it was. It was Jonathans presence in her mind. She could once again sense him in their bond.
Jon: *I am so very sorry T'Pol, I'll make it up to you some how. I love you*
T'Pol almost wept again at the feeling of his mind linking with hers. *Indeed you shall, I cherish thee as well Aisha.*
Jon led the Xindi to sickbay, he passed many damaged areas, he counted himself lucky that the ship was still here, it looked like if the attack had continued much longer, nothin would have been here but some debris. Jon stopped briefly in helping a crewmember move a corridor support beam that had fallen, the crewmember smiled as he saw who had helped him, then the smile quickly faded as he saw who was following the Captain.
Jon and his guests made it to Sickbay, where they found Phlox still tending to the wounded. Phlox looked up as the doors opened, as soon as he saw the Captain, his face broke into that creepy Cheshire cat like grin, he went over and grabbed Jon's hand.
Phlox: "Ah Captain, I can't begin to tell you how good it is to see you again."
Jon smiled and patted Phlox's shoulder, he looked back at the Xindi and saw they were looking at all the wounded crew.
Jon: "We'll get caught up later doc, right now I need to take these people to the morgue, and show them our other, guests."
Phlox: "Yes, I understand Captain. I trust you can find your way? I still have much to do here."
Jon nodded and led the Xindi into another room. Jon went along one wall and hit a certain button as he went along, as he reached the other side of the room, he turned and watched as three containers partially slid out from the wall, laying in each was the body of a Reptilian soldier. Degra walked over and looked down at the bodies
Degra: "You say that these are the ones you found in the past on your world?"
Jon: "Yes, they were the ones who were working on the bio-weapon behind your backs."
Graylik: "Do you have any other proof besides these bodies?"
Jon nodded, he turned to a console on a small table and punched up the scans he and T'Pol had taken while they were in Detroit. He motioned the two Xindi over and let them look for them selves. After a few minutes, Degra and Graylik stood and walked back to the doorway, there they stood talking with each other for a while. Finally they returned to Jon.
Degra: "We need to send this information to the council for their review, We need a copy of this information."
Jon nodded and sent a copy of the scans to Degra's ship. He then turned back and pointed at the three bodies still in their containers.
Jon: "Do you want them transferred to your ship as well?"
Degra: "Yes, we will need to do scans of them to use as proof as well."
Jon nodded and went over to a COMM box and called for some crew to move the bodies. Jon, Degra and Graylik went back to Degras ship, following along behind the crew moving the bodies. Once there Degra turned to Jon.
Degra: "We will remain docked with your ship while we confer with the council, I will contact you as soon as a decision is reached."
Jon nodded and watched as the four Xindi entered their ship. Once the door had closed Jon dismissed the crew back to their duties, he turned and headed for the bridge. He needed to find out just how bad off the ship was.
As Jon climbed the emergency ladder to the bridge, he could feel what he had been through begin to take their toll on his body, he was so tired and sore. Eventually he reached A deck and crawled around the debris to enter through the aft hatch. When he peered through the dim lighting and saw the condition of his Bridge, he'd almost wished he hadn't come up here. It was going to take a lot of work to get everything back to normal.
Jon could see a clean up crew at work, doing their best to clear everything away. The helm station looked to be covered in the upper lighting grid, Travis was working with Hoshi and Malcolm looked to be busy under his tactical station. T'Pol was the only one currently not doing anything, she was simply sitting in his chair. Jon was able to walk right up beside her without her turning around, the noise of what was going on covered his steps.
Jon: "Correct me if I'm not mistaken, but I'm pretty sure I left the ship in somewhat better shape that this. Think it's still under warranty?"
T'Pol turned the chair to face him, while at the same time Malcolm, Hoshi and Travis all looked up at him. They all broke out into smiles when they saw Jon, well, all but T'Pol. Hoshi leapt from her seat and grasped Jon in a bear hug. She was squeezing him so tight he had trouble breathing.
Hoshi: "Oh Captain, I'm so glad you're back."
Jon: "Thanks Hoshi, now let go so I can breath."
Hoshi blushed and stepped back, Travis was next and grabbed Jon's hand, as did Malcolm.
Jon: "I'm glad to see you all are ok. We have a lot of work to do so I won't keep you. Hoshi please call Commander Tucker to the bridge., have him report to the ready room when he gets here. T'Pol, please join me."
Jon headed for his ready room, T'Pol stood and followed him, a few steps behind. Jon stopped just inside the door, his ready room was a mess, his books were all over the floor as were the disks that were on his desk. Jon walked further into the room, and waited for T'Pol to enter and the door close.
As T'Pol entered she began to speak, but Jon held up his hand to forestall her.
Jon: "Right now, I'm the Captain and you're the XO, don't say anything until I give you permission, understood?"
T'Pol simply nodded.
Jon: "Good, what the hell did you do to my ship! You should have left the system, gone into hiding, once I had left you should have taken every step necessary to protect this ship."
T'Pol stood there, her eyes briefly flicking from side to side.
Jon: "You may speak now Sub-Commander."
T'Pol: "We stayed as we had not detected any sign of the weapons destruction. I had decided that if we hadn't heard from you or seen anything, then I would take a shuttle pod into the system and try another course of action."
Jon: "You acted recklessly T'Pol"
T'Pol: "I acted recklessly? You were the one who undertook a mission where the odds of your returning were low. You were the one who would not consider an alternative plan even when it was presented to you. Forgive me Captain, but I was not the one who acted reckless."
Jon: "It was my call to make. I couldn't order anyone else to do this."
Jon had begun to shout, and T'Pol wasn't too far behind, Jon went and sat down. "This is getting us nowhere, let's just agree that we both made errors in judgement. I have to ask though, how many crew did we lose?"
T'Pol: "About a fifth."
Jon sighed and put his head in his hands.
T'Pol: "Captain, you should go get some rest, perhaps..."
Jon: "I'm done being the captain right now, now I just want to be Jon, and I want to spend a few minutes with my fiancé."
Jon held out his arms and T'Pol just looked at him for a minute before going to him. Jon wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his lap.
Jon: "I'm sorry Aisha, I didn't mean to hurt you."
T'Pol: "Do not worry, you are back now, and if I have to seal you in the brig, you will not be pulling such an illogical stunt again."
Jon reached up and brushed her hair back behind her ear, she leaned into his touch and placed her own hand on top of his, holding it against her face and closed her eyes. Jon was about to lean in and kiss her when the chime went off. Quickly T'Pol got up and moved a step away. She called out for the person to enter.
Trip entered the room without looking up "Well it's pretty much bad news..."
Jon: "How bad, Trip"
Trip stopped and looked up "Jon! When? How? What's goin on here?"
Jon stood and shook Trips hand "Glad to see you too. Explanations can wait for later, give me a report."
Trip: "Ok, uhm let's see, the starboard nacelle, is shot, it took a pretty bad beating. Warp drive is out, the reactor is down, impulse is shot, no idea yet on how long before we get movin' again. We still have some coolant leaks to close off. I'm gonna need a day at least just to get back into engineerin'"
Jon: "I'm sure you and your team will be up to the task Trip. I just wanted you up here to let you know I'm back and some things have changed. I think the Xindi are coming over to our side."
Trip: "I wondered why they were docked with us."
Jon: "Hopefully, we can work something out. But we'll discuss that later, I really need to get some rest. Trip I'm putting you in charge for now. T'Pol and I are going to take a few hours off."
Trip simply nodded. T'Pol looked at Jon and raised her eyebrow.
Jon stood and took her hand in his and walked out of the ready room, as they entered the bridge, T'Pol tried to disengage her hand from his, but he held on. The rest of the crew on the bridge looked on in astonishment as their captain and first officer walked to the aft exit hand in hand. Reed turned and smiled at Hoshi and Travis.
Reed: "Well, I believe you both owe me 20 bucks."
Jon and T'Pol lay cuddled together in Jon's bunk, they had lain in silence, no words needed to be said, they both just enjoyed the company of the other.
"Bridge to the Captain"
Jon reached over and hit the button
"Archer here."
"Sir the Xindi have requested to speak with you again"
Jon: "Ok have them escorted to the Command Center, I'll meet them there in 30 minutes. Archer out."
Jon looked down at T'Pol who had been watching him. He ran his hand along her cheek then leaned down and kissed her, she returned the kiss with such fire and passion that Jon was momentarily shocked, when they ended the kiss, Jon gave her a questioning look.
T'Pol: "Am I not allowed to show affection for my mate?"
Jon smiled: "Sorry Aisha, it still kinda shocks me a bit when you do show it. I'm gonna hit the shower....wanna join me?"
T'Pol's face and the tips of her ears turned a slight green: "I would, enjoy that."
Jon smiled again and led her to his bathroom.
T'Pol: "So, in this dream of yours, how did it end?"
Jon: "I'm not sure, it didn't last long enough for me to find out. Now quit stalling and get your incredible body in here, you're letting all the hot water run out."
T'Pol stepped into the shower and Jon began rubbing soap all over her body. Jon thought to himself that this was even better than the dream he'd had about the two of them in decon.
30 minutes later, Jon promptly enters the command center, to find only Degra awaiting him. Jon dismisses the two soldiers who were stationed at the door and walks over to where Degra is.
Jon: "I'm hoping you have good news."
Degra: "The council has reviewed the data you provided us. From it we have been able to determine that, we have all been manipulated. The council has called off the attack on your world. We are even now beginning to dismantle the weapon."
Jon let out a breath: "Thank you for trusting me."
Degra: "It wasn't only that, lately as we neared the completion of the weapon, I've found myself thinking on how many of the people who would be killed in the attack, would be total innocents, and children. I've been questioning myself if it was actually worth it."
Jon: "It's never easy to do what we do. At least now we can begin to work past this and begin to form a better understanding of each others races and perhaps work towards a friendship."
Degra: "That may be harder than you think, both the Reptilians and the Insectoids harbour strong feelings against your species. Eventually they may be brought around. But I must be getting back to my ship, I find myself wishing very much to see my family."
Jon nodded and walked Degra back to his ship. Once there he held out his hand to Degra, who just looked at it.
Jon: "This is a gesture among my people, we use it in greetings and in farewells."
Degra nodded and reached out his own hand, Jon grasped it and gave it a brief shake.
Jon: "Since we're still pretty much dead in the water here, I hope you won't mind us remaining here while we work on repairs?"
Degra: "No, you may remain as long as you like, I will even speak to the council about sending you some help if you wish."
Jon: "Help would be appreciated"
Degra nodded and turned to the hatchway, Jon worked the controls and watched as Degra's ship detached from Enterprise and headed back into the system. Jon turned and headed for the bridge, he'd need to inform the crew, what's left of them, that they'd done it. He also needed to see if Hoshi could contact Starfleet or not. Admiral Forrest needed to be updated on a few things.
Jon chuckled: "He's gonna flip when I tell him about T'Pol and I."
Jon made his way onto the Bridge, he saw Hoshi, Malcolm and Travis hard at work along with their Beta shift counterparts, everyone was hard at work trying to fix the damages. Jon looked over at Ensign Marks, who took over T'Pol's station whenever she was away or in command, her blond hair was wound about her head in a rather messy bun, and she looked quite frazzled.
Jon went over to her and stood in front of the science station.
Jon: "Take a break Ensign."
Ensign Marks looked up: "It's alright sir I would like to remain here."
Jon stared at her: "Don't make me make that an order."
Ensign Marks frowned then nodded, she put the station on automatic and left the Bridge.
Jon turned to the rest of the Bridge crew: "I've just been informed by Degra, that our mission....is over. They are not going to launch their weapon. He's even offered to send some of his people to help us out. I want to commend you all on the fine work you've all done. We couldn't have made it this far with out it. Hoshi, if you can, try to contact Admiral Forrest through the subspace buoy, I need to talk to him. Malcolm, we may have more visitors, but this time they'll be here to help, try not to shoot at them."
Malcolm smiled a bit: "That shouldn't be a problem sir, weapons are off line."
Jon nodded: "Travis, try to keep us on an even keel, Trips teams will thank you when they have to go out and do an EVA survey. I know I hated walking on a ships hull when the background was spinning like a top."
Travis: "I'll do my best Captain. I still don't have full helm control."
Jon turned and headed for his ready room. Once inside he set to work at the task at putting everything right.
Jon had just finished putting the last of his disks away when Hoshi contacted him.
Hoshi: "Captain? I have Admiral Forrest for you sir, the signals a bit degraded, the subspace transceiver is still damaged."
Jon: "Good work Hoshi, patch him in here please."
Jon went and sat behind his desk as the monitor flickered and he saw Admiral Forrest's face appear. Hoshi was right, the signal was loaded with static.
Forrest: "Jon? I can barely see you, what's going on? It's not the normal time for our weekly communication."
Jon: "Sorry about the signal Admiral, we've been in a rough spot here. The ship just barely made it through a battle with the Xindi. There's lots of damage."
Forrest: "How bad?"
Jon: "Bad. Warp and impulse engines are out. Engineering is uninhabitable for now, multiple hull breaches, the starboard nacelle is shot, among other things"
Forrest: "How's the crew?"
Jon: "We lost a few, about 20,"
Forrest: "I'm, I'm sorry Jon. I have to ask, what about the mission?"
Jon: "The mission's over Admiral."
Forrest: "What do you mean?"
Jon: "I mean, it's over, we've been able to reach an agreement with the Xindi, they will not be sending their weapon."
Forrest: "Well, that's great news Jon. How'd you do it?"
Jon: "It'd take to long to explain here Admiral. I'll send my log reports as soon as I can update them. It looks like we may have a new friend, and we're going to be here for a long while yet. I'm not sure how long it'll be before we get warp drive again. So that'll give me lots of time to talk with the Xindi."
Forrest: "Well I want to congratulate you on a fine job, you did what you set out to do. Good work"
Jon: "Uhm...there's something else Admiral. I may as well tell it to you now."
Forrest: "What is it Jon?"
Jon: "Remember the rules about how people on starships shouldn't become involved with each other. About how fraternization is frowned upon."
Forrest: "Yes, what are you getting at Jon? Don't tell me some of your crew have become involved?"
Jon: "Well I can't say for certain about my crew."
Forrest: "Then what are you talking about?"
Jon: "I'm talking about myself Admiral, I broke the rule."
Forrest: "With who?"
Jon: "Well, we always knew that once we got out here, that we'd be meeting new races and forming friendships with them, and maybe even relationships with them, it was pretty much inevitable it would happen."
Forrest: "Don't tell me you've fallen for some alien you've met out there."
Jon: "In a way, but I didn't meet her out here, I...I sorta brought her with me."
Forrest's eyes grey wide: "You don't mean your first officer?"
Jon: "I do mean her, and I do mean it."
Forrest: "But Jon, she's a Vulcan."
Jon: "Uhm, I'm quite aware of that Admiral."
Forrest: "I've known you for a long time Jon. Are you sure this is something you want to be doing?"
Jon: "I'm sure Admiral, more sure than I have ever been about anything. I'm so sure about it I asked her to be my wife."
Forrest: "You what?"
Jon: "You heard me Admiral. She said yes"
Forrest: "Jon you know I won't be able to keep this between us, I will have to inform the Command Council. You know what they'll say, she's not only a Vulcan, she's also your science officer and your XO"
Jon: "I am aware of the regulations Admiral. I'm not giving her up. I can't"
Forrest: "I know you won't Jon. It's not who you are. Look, I'll do what I can for you on this end. But I don't think things will come out to rosy. I'll have to inform the Vulcans of this."
Jon: "Actually sir, T'Pol has requested that she be the one to inform them if that's alright."
Forrest sighed. "Fine Jon. I should go, you've left me with a fine kettle of fish here to deal with. I do want to say on a personal note, I'm happy you've found someone to be with. It's about time. And good job out there. I'll keep you informed about the Command Council's decisions. I am on your side in this."
Jon: "I know, and thank you Admiral, Enterprise out."
Jon watched the screen click off, and sat back in his chair. He ran his hand across his face and up through his hair.
Jon: "Well that went easier than I thought it would"
T'Pol: *Perhaps it will be as easy when I converse with Soval?*
Jon: *I've told you we need to work on your humour, do you want me to be with you when you contact him?*
T'Pol: *While I enjoy your company greatly, I feel it would be best if I were to do it alone, your presence may only serve to be detrimental to the situation*
Jon: *You could have just said Soval doesn't like me*
T'Pol: *I believe I did*
Jon smiled and went back to work, he still had to update his logs and send them to Starfleet.
T'Pol sat at the desk in Jonathan's cabin, she was awaiting for Ensign Sato to finish putting her communication through to Ambassador Soval at the Vulcan Consulate on Earth.
Finally after a few delays, Hoshi announced she had been able to re-route the call. T'Pol felt a brief sense of, trepidation as Soval appeared on screen, but quickly suppressed it.
Soval: "Greetings T'Pol. What can I do for you?"
T'Pol: "Greetings Ambassador, Since we have not communicated in some time, I felt it was necessary to inform you of two things One, that the Enterprise has completed it's mission. Captain Archer has managed to come to an understanding with the Xindi and they will not be sending their weapon against Earth."
Soval: "Indeed. I must admit that I did not have the confidence that Captain Archer would be able to handle this mission. What is the other thing you have to inform me of ?"
T'Pol: "I have found a bond mate."
Soval looked shocked, in other words, he raised an eyebrow.: "I see. I am at a loss to understand how this can be, since there are no other Vulcan ships in the Expanse."
T'Pol: "I did not say my mate was a Vulcan Ambassador."
Soval: "Then one of the species you've met while there?"
T'Pol: "I did not say that either."
Soval: "T'Pol, what species is your bond mate?"
T'Pol: "I thought that would be logical Ambassador. My bond mate is Human."
Soval: "I told you that if you went with them you ran the risk of being contaminated by them and their emotions, I even informed you that by going into the Expanse that it would effect you. I see now that it has."
T'Pol: "Your logic is flawed Ambassador."
Soval: "Explain."
T'Pol: "Venturing into the Expanse has had nothing to do with my choosing a Human for a mate. I realize now that the one I have chosen was the only logical one on board this ship."
Soval: "Are you going to tell me who it is?"
T'Pol: "Captain Jonathan Archer."
Soval: "And how would you say he is the most logical one. Humans are all the same. They are an emotional and often barbaric species."
T'Pol: "Over the past 3 years I have come to trust Captain Archer implicitly. We had formed a close friendship, and I found that I had come to care for him deeply. It was only logical that I inform him of this, and he told me that he had romantic feelings for me. I deemed it wise to continue to develop our, relationship."
Soval: "And how far has this relationship evolved?"
T'Pol: "Captain Archer helped me through my Pon'farr. He was the only one I would accept."
Soval: "Just because he helped you, I still see no need for you to have taken him as your mate, there could never be any lasting..."
T'Pol: "We have formed a mental bond. I feel his presence in my mind at all times, we hear each others thoughts and share each others, feelings. We talk to each other through the link."
Soval sat back in his chair and placed his hands together and steepled his fingers. He sat that way for a time, before continuing.
Soval: "As you know, the Vulcan Science Directorate had proven that Humans could not form a telepathic bond."
T'Pol: "I have come to discover Ambassador, that there have been more than a few things which the Science Directorate has been, misinformed about. Humans can not only form a telepathic link with Vulcans, but it grows stronger everyday."
Soval: "Are you certain you wish to proceed with this course of action T'Pol?"
T'Pol: "I am, I have accepted his kun-ut so'lik. His marriage proposal
Soval: "Humans have a limited life span. What will you do once he dies and the link is severed. You also realize that if you marry him you will become vre'kasht, an outcast. Most likely to never be able to return to Vulcan until after his death."
T'Pol: "Kaiidth, what is, is. I will go on or not. It matters not how others will perceive us. He is my Aisha, to use the ancient term we are k'hat'n'dlawa."
Soval: "Understood. You leave me with little choice in this matter T'Pol."
T'Pol: "Not so, you have the choice to either work to bless our union, which would be good for both our species."
Soval: "I will meditate on this, I will also inform the Vulcan High Command, even though you no longer fall under their jurisdiction, what you have done must be brought into consideration. Know T'Pol, that I do not bear you ill will."
T'Pol: "I understand Ambassador."
Soval nodded once: "Live long and prosper T'Pol"
T'Pol: "Peace and long life to you Ambassador."
T'Pol switched off the monitor and rose to her feet. She had accepted her decision, now she must go and inform Jonathan of what she has been told.
Jon had at last finished updating his logs with what had happened after his departure from Enterprise up to his calling Admiral Forrest to appraise him of the current situation, He had just asked Hoshi to send the logs along with the full scans done of the weapon by Trip and Travis to Starfleet.
Jon leaned back in his chair far enough that his shoulders touched the wall, he laced his fingers behind his head and closed his eyes, and promptly fell asleep. This is the position T'Pol found him in when she entered the ready room. Jon had been sleeping so deeply that he had missed hearing both the door chime, and the door opening and closing.
T'Pol stood silently for a few minutes, she often watched him while he slept. It amazed her the way the lines on his face would disappear as he slept. T'Pol cleared her throat, still he slept, she tried again, louder. No reaction.
T'Pol: "Jonathan."
After trying a few more times to wake him, T'Pol tilted her head to the side and remembered a scene from one of the old black and white movies Commander Tucker had shown once. She walked closer to Jonathan, bent down, and softly blew in his ear. It had the desired effect. Jon sat up and looked around the room, finally settling his eyes on her.
T'Pol stood there simply looking at him. Jon smiled at her and she raised her eyebrow, the closest she would ever come to smiling.
Jon: "Didn't I tell you it was rude to wake someone who was sleeping?"
T'Pol: "Incorrect, you said it was rude to wake someone who was having a wonderful dream, as you put it."
Jon smirked: "Ok I stand corrected. Was there something you wanted?"
T'Pol: "I wished to inform you that I had contacted Ambassador Soval."
Jon: "Oh? And what'd you tell him?"
T'Pol: "I informed him of your success in stopping the launching of the weapon, I also informed him of our bonded status, and of my accepting your proposal."
Jon: "I see, and how'd he take that?"
T'Pol: "Based on his expressions and the tone of his voice, I would say he was not, pleased about it."
Jon: "Yeah, neither was Forrest, but I think he'll support us."
T'Pol: "Unfortunately, I do not see the same from Soval. He mentioned that in the time you and I would be married, I may be considered vre'kasht, or an outcast. I would be exiled from Vulcan."
Jon stood and went over to her, he placed his hands on her shoulders, he was mildly surprised when she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him close, hugging him. While T'Pol occasionally initiated their contact, it was still rare enough to surprise Jon when it happened.
Jon: "T'Pol, I'm sorry, I didn't know that they would do this."
T'Pol: "It has not been done yet, Soval still had to inform the High Command about it, it will be up to them to decide what will happen. He did say however he bared no ill will."
Jon: "Still T'Pol, to never be able to return home."
T'Pol: "My home is where ever you are Jonathan Archer. Be it on Enterprise, Earth, Vulcan, or any other world."
Jon felt the truth to her words through their bond. That was one of the advantages, you could not lie in the mind. Of course it also had its downsides. It was rather hard to keep something from the other if you wanted to. Jon leaned down and kissed the top of her head.
Jon: "Everything will be ok, no matter what the outcome. I have a good feeling about this."
T'Pol: "Another one of your 'gut feelings' Jonathan?"
Jon smiled: "Perhaps"
T'Pol: "Then we are indeed in trouble."
Jon: "Ha ha, I see it's funny Vulcan time again."
T'Pol: "Jonathan, I am concerned about something."
Jon: "Oh, what is it?"
T'Pol: "Earlier, when you an I walked through the Bridge, you would not release my hand. And a few crewmembers saw us holding hands. Was this intentional?"
Jon thought for a moment before answering. "I guess it was. I knew that we were going to have to tell our superiors about it. I also knew we'd have to eventually tell the crew. I decided to subtly let them know about it now, rather than have them distracted by rumours and innuendo while trying to work on the repairs. I just figured it would be easier to do it quickly."
T'Pol: "I see. I believe I mentioned to you about the fact that Vulcans do not show affectionate gestures in public, aside from the meeting of the fingers. I also believe that you agreed to that."
Jon: "I know and I'm sorry. It won't happen again, if it does, I guess you'll just have to punish me."
T'Pol: "Very well"
Jon: "Uhm, T'Pol, I was kidding there, you know that right?"
T'Pol looked up at him "Of course Jonathan, I know that you were attempting to be humorous. But as you know, Vulcans do not joke."
Jon: "Sure T'Pol, tell me another one."
T'Pol: "I shall tell you anything you wish, so long as you tell me what another one means?"
Jon sighed: "Never mind."
T'Pol: "Very well. I should go, Commander Tucker asked me to assist him in restoring power to the air purifiers in engineering."
Jon nodded and released her from his hold. T'Pol however was not quite ready to release him yet. She pulled his head down and kissed him deeply. Once the kiss was over Jon smiled at her as he caught her thoughts.
Jon: "I'm here to stay T'Pol, I won't disappear if you let me go."
T'Pol: "I know, I just wished to make certain."
T'Pol reluctantly released Jonathan and left the ready room. Jon sighed and thought that a lifetime spent with someone who held back her emotions and let them out only when they were alone, was going to be rather challenging.
Weeks had passed, Enterprise was now in orbit of the water world where the weapon had been. Repairs were slowly proceeding, warp drive was still down but Trip figured he could have the reactor back up in a few days, warp drive itself however was another matter, with the starboard nacelle still damaged from the attack, Trip could only give them a figure of warp 2 at the most. At that speed it would take them quite a bit longer to get home.
Most of the breaches in the hull had been sealed, Degra had proved true on his promise of help, the Xindi-Arboreal, were quite the capable engineers. It took the crew a little while to get used to working with them but after some rough starts everything settled down. A memorial was held for those crew that had been lost in the accident. Jon had a hard time dealing with it, more crew lost on this mission. T'Pol did her best at helping him through it.
Jon was on the bridge with the rest of Alpha shift, still trying to repair the last of the damages, long range sensors were still down, as were hull plating and the torpedo launchers. Hull plating was pretty much useless with there still being so much of the hull missing, Jon had asked Malcolm to focus on other things instead.
Jon had finally heard back from Admiral Forrest concerning his relationship with T'Pol. Right now, he was not in any hot water, Admiral Forrest had backed Jon on this and had convinced the Command Council that it would in no way have any effect on their work. Although, Forest had mentioned that Jon may have to face a review board when they got back to Earth. T'Pol's situation however, was not as good. She still had heard nothing back from Soval, and even though she said time and time again that it had no effect on her, Jon knew through their link, that she was a little concerned.
Main power had finally been restored to most of the ship and it seemed less like a tomb now. Jon had lost count of how many times he'd run into the support beams in the ready room while they were on emergency lighting. Phlox told him he should either wear a helmet, or walk crouched over while in there.
As Jon sat in his command chair on the Bridge and thought about recent events, Hoshi perked up and pushed a few buttons on her console, which was one of the first things that had been fully repaired. She pressed the receiver into her ear for a minute and then looked over at Jon
Hoshi: "Captain, I think we're getting a signal. But it's a little jumbled."
Jon: "Is it from the Xindi?"
Hoshi: "No sir, it's coming from just outside the system."
Jon: "Can you put it up?"
Hoshi: "On minute sir, there I think I have it now."
The veiwscreen came to life and Jon's eyes widened.
"Greetings again, pink skin"
Jon narrowed his eyes: "Shran!"
Shran: "Now now, don't get all mad and angry, I know you're still upset over our last, meeting. But I was only following my orders. I honestly wanted to help you"
T'Pol: "I find that highly unlikely"
Shran: "Ah the Vulcan, still as becoming as ever I see."
Jon: "What are you doing here"
Shran: "Well, we were still in this expanse when a while back we seemed to have inadvertently intercepted a communication from you to your planet. It said you had completed your mission but that your ship had sustained some extensive damages. I felt that this would be a good chance for us to, assist each other again. Isn't that how alliances are formed?"
Jon: "How do I know you're not here for something else, you've tried this once before."
Shran: "That is true, however, would it interest you to know that I disobeyed a direct order to come back here?"
Jon: "Why?"
Shran: "To help."
Jon: "I'll think about it and get back to you."
Jon gestured for Hoshi to cut the communication, and the screen switched back to a view of the planet.
Jon: "I'm open to suggestions."
T'Pol of course was the first one to speak up. "I believe it would not be wise to place your trust in him again."
Reed: "I agree with the Sub-Commander sir. Remember what they did to our systems the last time they came to 'help' us."
Hoshi: "Still, someone from their ship did send us the scans of the firing matrix. I think only someone in their command structure would have been able to do that."
Jon called down to engineering and informed Trip of the situation, and asked for his advice.
Trip: "You know how I feel about the blue heads Cap'n, I trust 'em about as far as I can throw 'em. But they do great work, we could really use their help, along with those Xindi. It's funny though, the plasma injector I got from Shran was the only piece of equipment that wasn't damaged and is still working perfectly."
Jon sighed and told Hoshi to open the channel again. Once Shran was back on the screen Archer just stared at him.
Jon: "Alright Shran, we accept your offer, but there will be conditions. Each member of your crew that sets foot on this ship will be scanned along with any equipment they bring aboard."
Shran: "That sounds reasonable."
Jon: "I'm not finished. Also every Andorian who comes aboard this ship will have a guard. And they will be watched very closely."
Shran: "Understood."
Jon: "Fine. Now you stay there and I'll contact the Xindi and let them know you're only here to help."
Shran: "I await our next conversation Captain."
Jon nodded and Hoshi killed the communication.
Jon: "Hoshi, call the Xindi and let them know the Andorians are here only to help us. Ask them for permission to let the ship enter the system, once it's been given, contact Shran and let him know."
Hoshi: "Aye sir."
T'Pol: "Are you certain this is a wise course of action Captain?"
Jon: "No I'm not. But we do need their help."
Malcolm: "Sir about the guards on the Andorians."
Jon: "I know Malcolm. It will reduce the number of our own crew able for repairs."
Malcolm: "It's not that sir, I simply wanted to know, if they would be armed?"
Jon smiled, good old Malcolm: "Yes, arm them, but make sure all weapons are set to stun only. I'll leave it to you to coordinate with Major Hayes on how you want it to be done."
Malcolm nodded: "Very good sir."
Hoshi: "Sir, the Xindi have allowed the Andorian ship into the system, they should be here soon. They did have some conditions though, The Andorians had to power down their warp reactor, and all their weapons."
Jon: "I'm guessing Shran didn't like that one bit. Once they get in closer, have them route to the starboard docking port, the port one is still damaged."
Hoshi: "Aye Captain"
Jon stood and went over to T'Pol's station
Jon: "Sub-Commander, you have the bridge, I'm going to go and meet with our guests. Malcolm, have a security detail meet me there."
Malcolm nodded and T'Pol rose from her seat and went to the center chair.
T'Pol: *Be careful Jonathan*
Jon: *I will be, you know, why didn't you tell me you really didn't like the Andorians?*
T'Pol: *I neither like nor dislike them Jonathan, I am merely being, cautious, as you should be*
Jon: *I'm trying love, I'm trying*
Jon stepped into the turbo lift and headed for E deck, he was glad Trip had finally restored power to the lifts. It was getting tiring climbing those ladders to get anywhere. Although, T'Pol had remarked it had greatly improved his physique. Jon figured that was her way of saying she though he had a kick-ass body.
Jon reached E deck and was met by two MACO's, he knew who they were, Corporals Chang and Cole. Jon had been glad that Amanda had not been among the crew who had been lost in the attack. She and Trip were really getting along great. It was rare for Jon to not see them together during their off hours. Trip had even told Jon once that they were planning on spending time together when the ship returned to Earth, he was even thinking of introducing her to his family.
The three of them walked the short distance to the hatch and waited for the Andorian ship to appear. After 10 minutes the ship finally began its docking manoeuvres. Jon waited as the ships joined together with a loud clang that reverberated through the deck. As Jon watched the light by the door slowly changed from red to green and the hatch cycled open.
As Soon as it was open the two soldiers had their scanners out and were busy scanning Shran and his Lt, Jon had to struggle to remember her name. Talas, that was it. Soon, the soldiers shook their heads, the Andorians were not carrying anything other than the PADDS in their hands
Shran: "Well, does this mean we can come aboard pin...Captain Archer?"
Jon looked at Shran and wanted to hit him again, but held back. "Yes come aboard. But don't plan on staying too long Shran."
Shran: "That is a pity, I had hoped we could share another drink together, I still have a few bottles of ale left."
Jon: "Maybe as a toast for when you leave."
Jon turned and hit the COMM button "Archer to the bridge"
"T'Pol here Captain, is everything alright?"
Jon: "Everything's fine T'Pol, Put Mayweather in charge and I want you and Malcolm to meet me in the Command Center, Contact Trip and have him join us as well."
T'Pol: "Understood Captain."
As Jon was about to acknowledge her, T'Pol ended the COMM line, Jon thought that she was starting to pick up his bad habits. Jon turned and motioned for Shran and Talas to follow him, they in turn were followed by Chang and Cole. Something which didn't escape Shran's attention
Shran: "Surely you don't think we're going to try anything Jonathan?"
Jon: "It's Captain Archer and yes I do. Call it a lesson learned from the last time you offered your help."
Shran: "But I already apologized for that, misunderstanding. I really don't see a need for the guards."
Jon: "Well I do, and since it's my ship, then they stay. I told you that each member of your crew that is aboard this ship will have guard. I meant it. Two of you, two guards."
Shran smiled: "I see you're finally learning, pink skin, well done."
Jon didn't say anything and the rest of the trip to the Command Center was in silence.
Once the five of them had reached the Command Center, Jon let them enter first and had the soldiers come into the room and stand on either side of the door.
Shran: "It's going to be quite crowded in here don't you think?"
Jon: "Feel free to leave at any time."
Shran: "You'll forgive me if I stay."
They were joined shortly by T'Pol and Malcolm, and then a moment later, Trip. Malcolm locked eyes with Lt. Talas and then looked away, Jon caught the look and saw Talas look at her feet, she seemed ashamed.
Jon nodded to T'Pol who sat at the table and began to work the computer controls. On the main screen an upper and lower dorsal plus a side schematic of Enterprise appeared, much of the ship had parts that flashed red, these areas indicated damage. Jon didn't like how much of the ship was red. Jon nodded to Trip.
Trip: "As you can see, we took a pretty bad beating. We're still along ways off from bein' able to leave this system. Impulse is still down, all we have right now is thrusters, Warp drive is out till we can get the reactor back on line, and we can't enter warp until the hull is patched and sound."
Shran: "I'm surprised you even survived such a battle in a ship as primitive as this."
Trip: "Hey, this ship is the best that we have, if you don't like it..."
Jon: "Trip!"
Trip backed down but Jon could see he was still ready for a good fight.
Jon looked at Malcolm who indicated the ships offensive and defensive capabilities.
Malcolm: "Phase cannons and torpedo launchers took a beating, hull plating is a no go until we have a hull again. Our targeting scanners are off line. Right now we couldn't target the planet below if we wanted to."
Jon turned to Shran: "Think you can help?"
Shran looked at all the damages and thought for a moment.
Shran: "Besides the holes in your hull, the damage is only moderately worse than the last time we assisted you., I believe it shouldn't take too much work to get your ship working again so you can go home to your heroes welcome."
Jon: "We're not heroes, we just did our jobs. Are you going to help us or not?"
Shran: "I said that's why we were here didn't I? Yes we'll help, it may take some time to get your hull patched, but with the added help of these....Xindi, I'm certain you'll be underway in oh, say a month."
Trip: "A Month is pretty good Cap'n, I was figurin we wouldn't be ready to go for another 3 months at minimum."
Shran: "Yes, well pink skin, be glad we showed up when we did."
Jon: "That's enough Shran."
Jon turned to the door and gave instructions to the two MACO's.
Jon: "Escort Commander Shran and Lt Talas back to their ship."
Jon looked back at Shran: "We'll work out a work schedule, you provide us with a list of crew that will be helping. Before any of them step foot on this ship you will clear it with either myself or T'Pol, understood?"
Shran: "Clearly, Captain. But I wish you would believe me, I am truly sorry about our last meeting, I am here to help."
Jon: "Prove it to me after everything is done and there's no sabotage to our systems this time. Then maybe I'll think about believing you."
Shran sighed and walked out, followed by Talas, Jon looked at his officers.
Jon: "Trip, I want you and Malcolm to work on a way to integrate the Andorians into your work teams, right now I want emphasis placed on three things, Impulse, warp, and hull, Sorry Malcolm but the weapons will have to wait."
Malcolm: "I understand Captain."
Jon: "Once you have the schedules completed, submit them to T'Pol and she and I will look them over. Dismissed. Sub-Commander please stay a moment."
Trip and Malcolm exchanged a quick look with each other and left the room.
T'Pol: "You wished to see me Captain?"
Jon: "You're not happy with my decision to let them stay are you."
T'Pol: "For me to be happy about something would be illogical. Happiness is an emotion."
Jon: "Sorry, how about, you're not....pleased with it."
T'Pol: "I believe that is an emotion as well"
Jon could tell she was teasing him now, trying to calm his mood, he smirked.
Jon; "Alright then tell me what you think"
T'Pol: "I think that allowing them to remain here after what occurred at our last meeting, was a mistake."
Jon: "I'm allowed to make mistakes, I'm human."
T'Pol: "Indeed you are"
Jon let that one pass: "Why would you call this a mistake?"
T'Pol: "To put your trust in them again so soon, and without any proof that there will not be a repeat of their actions is, illogical."
Jon: "Illogical huh? Hmmm, can't have a human acting that way now can we?"
T'Pol: "Jonathan please be serious for a moment. I do not see that levity will help the situation. I, feel that we may be inviting more trouble."
Jon: "Would that be a gut feeling Sub-Commander?"
T'Pol raised her eyebrow: "Perhaps"
Jon: "Well, when a Vulcan get's one of those, maybe it would be best for me to heed her advice."
T'Pol: "It would be beneficial."
Jon smiled at T'Pol: "Have I told you lately how much I love you Sub- Commander?"
T'Pol: "No Captain, you have not expressed the depth of your feelings for me since the last occurrence 2.5 hours ago."
Jon walked over to her and took her into his arms
Jon: "That long huh, almost an eternity. Maybe I should rectify that"
T'Pol: 'It would only be logical"
Jon: "It would huh? Well then, I love you, T'Pol of Vulcan, the future Mrs Jonathan Archer."
T'Pol: "You are assuming that I would desire to take your last name."
Jon: "Let me guess, they don't do that on Vulcan"
T'Pol: "Normally, the mate who had the most to offer into the joining would be the one whose last name was kept. But, seeing as you could most likely neither pronounce much less spell my last name, I believe it would be wise for me to take yours."
Jon: "What is your last name anyways."
T'Pol pulled Jon's head down and whispered into his ear, Jon's eyes got wide and then he got a confused look on his face.
Jon: "Yeah...we'll definitely be going with mine. I'd hate to try putting that on the invitations."
T'Pol laid her head against his chest. "I cherish thee Jonathan"
Jon kissed the top of her head: "I cherish you also"
T'Pol: "Jonathan, our shift on the Bridge ended 8.4 minutes ago, Do you have any plans?"
Jon grinned: "Not at the moment no."
T'Pol: "I feel that I am in need of someone to walk me back to my cabin, the way is still strewn with debris."
Jon: "I would be honoured to escort you T'Pol."
T'Pol: "Once there, I may have further use for you."
Jon: "Oh I think I can be persuaded to stay, and be of use."
T'Pol: "I have been told I am quite adept at persuasion."
Jon smiled and led T'Pol out of the Command Center.
T'Pol shakily stood from the command chair and looked at the destruction around her. The bridge was a shambles, those crew who were still able to stand helped the ones who were wounded, Travis was trying to work around the shattered lighting grid that lay over the helm station, still trying to restore helm control.
T'Pol went over to assist in helping two wounded crew from the Bridge, taking over from Lt Reed.
T'Pol: "Return to your station Lieutenant, try to get the bulkheads closed, I will assist the wounded."
Reed nodded at her and went back to his own console. T'Pol glanced around her one final time before leaving the Bridge through the aft hatchway, the scattered fires were being brought under control, and what crew remained were attempting to restore the damaged systems.
T'Pol: *This should never have happened, I should have ordered us out of the system*
Back on the reptilian ship, Jon is still in his holding cell, he looks around at the sound of the door opening, expecting to see the Reptilian commander again, but is instead surprised to find instead Degra and other Xindi, all of whom are armed. Degra motions for one of his men to free Archer. Once this has been done, Jon stands and rubs his sore wrists, he shoots a confused look at Degra.
Degra: "If I'm not mistaken, it seems we were interrupted last time. You were correct is saying you had made an impression. We have called for a meeting of the council, we have been able to call off the attack on your vessel and delay your being taken to the detention center."
Jon was about to thank Degra when he was stopped
Degra: "Do not say anything yet, there are still some of us who do not believe what you have told us, you will have to be very convincing when you tell it to the rest of the council. We have contacted the Aquatics and let them know what happened. Come, we must go."
Degra motioned to two others who grabbed Archer and escorted him from the room. They walked down the hall and boarded Degras ship. Once they were secure, the ship undocked from the larger vessel and made it's way to Azati Prime. Shortly the ship arrived at it's destination and Jon was transported to the council chambers to meet with the rest of the Xindi.
Jon and Degra stood outside the main chamber, from there they could hear the arguing going on, Jon could hear the voices of the two other Xindi he had met earlier, they were arguing for him to be heard. Jon could also make out the sounds of the Insectoid Xindi and what he assumed to be the Aquatics, they sounded like whale song. Jon glanced over at Degra.
Degra: "The Insectoids want you killed immediately, my companions are trying to tell them you should be heard first. The Aquatics agree with that."
Jon: "No Reptilians? "
Degra: "No, due to the nature of what you've told us, we decided to leave them out of this meeting."
Jon: "How thoughtful."
Degra: "Come, it is time for us to go in."
Jon and Degra walked the rest of the way into the chamber. Once the rest of the council caught site of the Human in their midst, silence ensued. To bad it was all too brief. The Insectoid slammed his claws on the counter and stood, chittering wildly. Degra translated.
Degra: "He says you should be killed where you stand. Fortunately for you, the council has overruled him. I suggest you try to, convince us."
Jon looked around at the assembled Xindi, he knew he was in for a long day, plus the fact that his beating at the hand of the Reptilians had taken a lot out of him.
Jon: "I know I'm not the first person you expected to see here, and I know that our two races haven't gotten off on exactly the right footing, but I'm here now to tell you, we face the same enemy. We need to put what happened behind us and try to work together against our common foe."
One of the Aquatics sung something, after a moment Degra translated it.
Degra: "They want to know what enemy you speak of."
Jon: "I'm talking about the ones who built the spheres. They're a race of trans-dimensional aliens who want to reshape this area of space so they can invade. They're the real enemy, not Humans, and not the Xindi."
The dark skinned Xindi Jon had met earlier spoke up "You mentioned this before, yet the only proof you bring us is a medallion you claim comes from the future. What further proof do you have?"
Jon looked down, he was tired he needed to rest, but knew he was unable to. "I've been to the future, I've seen the war that these, sphere-builders cause. I've also been to the past. And I've seen Reptilian soldiers on my planet, trying to create a bio-weapon to infect my people with."
Aquatic (translated): "Impossible, we have forbidden the use of bio- weapons"
Jon: "I was there, I've seen it. I have the reptilian bodies in my ships morgue if you want more proof."
Jon spent the next few hours trying to prove to the Xindi they needed to call off their attack and to not launch the weapon. Finally after much arguing, it was decided that Jon would be taken back to his ship and there he would show two representatives from the council more of his proof. It was decided that Degra and an Arboreal will accompany him to his ship and relay what they find to the council.
On Enterprise, Reed had finally found a way to enable the bulkheads to close, shutting off the hull breaches. T'Pol was in sickbay helping Phlox and his staff with the wounded. During a quiet moment, after they had finally gotten the last of the injured crew looked after, Phlox went over to where T'Pol was and gestured for her to sit, she looked exhausted, even for a Vulcan.
Phlox: "T'Pol, perhaps you should go and get some rest."
T'Pol shook her head "I am unable to return to my cabin, that area of the ship was heavily damaged, only a few cabins in that area did not sustain any damages at all, ironically the Captains was among them, and he will...will not be returning to use it."
Phlox caught the pause in T'Pol's sentence, and it seemed to him, her voice was heavily laden with, sorrow.
Phlox: "T'Pol, may I ask, what are you feeling right now? And you can skip over the Vulcans don't have feelings, you and I both know the truth to that."
T'Pol paused for a minute before answering, her reply was so soft Phlox had to lean closer to hear her.
T'Pol: "I, I am unable to function correctly, Jonathans decision to sacrifice himself for his planet, has saddened me greatly. I can no longer sense him through our bond, and that forces me to admit he is gone. I am angered that he chose this course of action, even after telling me he would always be here with me, that he would never leave me. I am unused to these emotions Doctor, I no longer know what to do."
Phlox: "I truly am sorry T'Pol, But you know how the Captain is, he couldn't order anyone to do this, it was something he had to do himself. As for leaving you, perhaps he did it knowing you would at least still be alive. He did it to protect you."
T'Pol looked at Phlox and was about to continue when the doors opened and Reed and Trip walked in, both men were dirty and their uniforms showed many burn marks.
Trip: "Well, we've done what we can, but main power is still down, we have no weapons, atmosphere is being restored to all habitable areas. And we've uh, we've done a head count."
T'Pol: "How many Commander?"
Reed answered before Trip could
Reed: "We've lost about 20 people, or about a fifth of the crew."
T'Pol nodded: "How long to restore main power?"
Trip: "Didn't you just hear him? We've lost 20 good people, and all you want to know is how long till we have full lighting again?"
T'Pol: "Getting emotional will not bring back the dead Commander."
Trip: "Ya know, you're right, Jon should never have left, cause by doin' so that put you in charge, and we've had nothin' but trouble since."
T'Pol: "Then I suggest you file a complaint with Starfleet when we get back, until then I suggest you focus on restoring this ships capabilities."
Trip just stood there and looked at her, his face was getting redder by the minute, he looked ready to explode, all Reed and Phlox could do was to look on in silence and watch as this power struggle played out.
T'Pol: "Do I need to tell you to 'get out' again Commander?"
Trip shut his mouth and narrowed his eyes, instead of replying he turned on his heel and left, slowly followed by Reed.
T'Pol looked at the floor, and slowly let out a long sigh.
T'Pol: "Doctor, I believe I will take your advice and go get some rest, it appears I am in sore need of meditation. I will be in the Captains...in Jonathans cabin if I am needed."
Phlox nodded and watched as T'Pol left sickbay, he wished there was something he could do for her, but knew that she would have to deal with the problems of losing her mate and the damages to the ship on her own and in her own way.
About an hour later, T'Pol was called to the Bridge, reluctant to leave Jon's cabin and her memories of him, she made her way to the Bridge. Once she arrived she looked over at Malcolm, the one who had called her.
Reed: "Sub-Commander, we have another visitor."
T'Pol went over to the tactical station and looked at the sensor display. It showed one ship approaching. It was Xindi, but it wasn't the same as the ships that had attacked them. By the signature, it appeared to be Degra's ship.
T'Pol: "What are they doing?"
Malcolm: "I would say, they are looking us over, seeing if it's safe enough to dock."
T'Pol: "Status of the docking ports?"
Malcolm: "The starboard dock is still functioning. And it appears that they've figured it out also, they are heading there now."
T'Pol: "Have a team of MACO's meet me there. I will go and greet our guests. Any readings on how many there are?"
Malcolm studied his board for a minute before replying. "I'm reading, four Xindi"
T'Pol nodded and headed for the aft exit, as the turbo lifts were still down. A she reached to doorway, Malcolm called out again,
Malcolm: "Ma'am, they have docked, and I'm now able to get a better reading on the life forms."
T'Pol: "I thought you had said there were only four onboard?"
Malcolm: "Yes ma'am, but with the damages, scanners are not fully operating, there are still only four Xindi, but there's something else. I'm also showing another life sign, it's Human."
T'Pol: "Human? Are you certain?"
Malcolm: "Yes Ma'am, readings show, 100 percent human."
T'Pol felt a wave of joy run through her, could it be him? And if it was, why could she still not sense him? T'Pol turned and left the Bridge, she made her way at a fast walk towards the starboard docking hatch, for a Vulcan, she was practically running.
When T'Pol reached the starboard dock, she found the team of MACO's already deployed, they looked as battered and as bruised as the rest of the crew, but they were there to do a job and seemed to put everything else out of their minds. The six soldiers had taken up positions on either side of the corridor and facing the hatch, T'Pol nodded to one of the soldiers who began the sequence to open the inner hatch.
Once the door was open, T'Pol was greeted by a strange though familiar site. Standing in the hatchway were Degra, his three assistants, and another Xindi she hadn't seen before, but knew was referred to as an Arboreal.
Degra: "May we come aboard?"
T'Pol made a quick hand signal, and the soldiers dropped back a few steps allowing the Xindi to enter the ship. As the Xindi cleared the door, T'Pol made out a patch of blue, a Starfleet issue jumpsuit. As soon as the four Xindi had cleared from her vision, she could at last see who it was. A wave of joy and relief shot through her and threatened to send her to her knees, it was him, he had come back to her. T'Pol wanted so badly to go to him, to touch him, to hold him in her arms and make sure he was real. But knew she couldn't.
She stood there, her 'mask' firmly in place, and studied him, Jon had been beaten, his face was bloodied and bruised, his uniform was torn and he looked to be standing on will power alone. Jon looked up and saw he was under her scrutiny, all he could manage was a weak smile.
Jon: "Permission to come aboard Sub-Commander?"
T'Pol restrained herself from hitting him: "Permission granted Captain, it is, pleasing to see you are well."
Jon: "It's good to see you to, I'll expect a full report on what happened here later, but first I need to take these people to sickbay and the morgue."
T'Pol: "Captain..."
Jon: "It's ok T'Pol, they may actually be here to help us."
T'Pol nodded: "Respectfully sir, I request you be accompanied by a guard?"
Jon shook his head: "No, we need to start learning to trust each other."
T'Pol nodded again and dismissed the soldiers, T'Pol watched Jon guide the Xindi toward sickbay, winding them around damaged sections, as she turned to head back to the bridge she was stopped by something. It was a flicker, like the brushing of a butterfly's wings against your skin. And then she realized what it was. It was Jonathans presence in her mind. She could once again sense him in their bond.
Jon: *I am so very sorry T'Pol, I'll make it up to you some how. I love you*
T'Pol almost wept again at the feeling of his mind linking with hers. *Indeed you shall, I cherish thee as well Aisha.*
Jon led the Xindi to sickbay, he passed many damaged areas, he counted himself lucky that the ship was still here, it looked like if the attack had continued much longer, nothin would have been here but some debris. Jon stopped briefly in helping a crewmember move a corridor support beam that had fallen, the crewmember smiled as he saw who had helped him, then the smile quickly faded as he saw who was following the Captain.
Jon and his guests made it to Sickbay, where they found Phlox still tending to the wounded. Phlox looked up as the doors opened, as soon as he saw the Captain, his face broke into that creepy Cheshire cat like grin, he went over and grabbed Jon's hand.
Phlox: "Ah Captain, I can't begin to tell you how good it is to see you again."
Jon smiled and patted Phlox's shoulder, he looked back at the Xindi and saw they were looking at all the wounded crew.
Jon: "We'll get caught up later doc, right now I need to take these people to the morgue, and show them our other, guests."
Phlox: "Yes, I understand Captain. I trust you can find your way? I still have much to do here."
Jon nodded and led the Xindi into another room. Jon went along one wall and hit a certain button as he went along, as he reached the other side of the room, he turned and watched as three containers partially slid out from the wall, laying in each was the body of a Reptilian soldier. Degra walked over and looked down at the bodies
Degra: "You say that these are the ones you found in the past on your world?"
Jon: "Yes, they were the ones who were working on the bio-weapon behind your backs."
Graylik: "Do you have any other proof besides these bodies?"
Jon nodded, he turned to a console on a small table and punched up the scans he and T'Pol had taken while they were in Detroit. He motioned the two Xindi over and let them look for them selves. After a few minutes, Degra and Graylik stood and walked back to the doorway, there they stood talking with each other for a while. Finally they returned to Jon.
Degra: "We need to send this information to the council for their review, We need a copy of this information."
Jon nodded and sent a copy of the scans to Degra's ship. He then turned back and pointed at the three bodies still in their containers.
Jon: "Do you want them transferred to your ship as well?"
Degra: "Yes, we will need to do scans of them to use as proof as well."
Jon nodded and went over to a COMM box and called for some crew to move the bodies. Jon, Degra and Graylik went back to Degras ship, following along behind the crew moving the bodies. Once there Degra turned to Jon.
Degra: "We will remain docked with your ship while we confer with the council, I will contact you as soon as a decision is reached."
Jon nodded and watched as the four Xindi entered their ship. Once the door had closed Jon dismissed the crew back to their duties, he turned and headed for the bridge. He needed to find out just how bad off the ship was.
As Jon climbed the emergency ladder to the bridge, he could feel what he had been through begin to take their toll on his body, he was so tired and sore. Eventually he reached A deck and crawled around the debris to enter through the aft hatch. When he peered through the dim lighting and saw the condition of his Bridge, he'd almost wished he hadn't come up here. It was going to take a lot of work to get everything back to normal.
Jon could see a clean up crew at work, doing their best to clear everything away. The helm station looked to be covered in the upper lighting grid, Travis was working with Hoshi and Malcolm looked to be busy under his tactical station. T'Pol was the only one currently not doing anything, she was simply sitting in his chair. Jon was able to walk right up beside her without her turning around, the noise of what was going on covered his steps.
Jon: "Correct me if I'm not mistaken, but I'm pretty sure I left the ship in somewhat better shape that this. Think it's still under warranty?"
T'Pol turned the chair to face him, while at the same time Malcolm, Hoshi and Travis all looked up at him. They all broke out into smiles when they saw Jon, well, all but T'Pol. Hoshi leapt from her seat and grasped Jon in a bear hug. She was squeezing him so tight he had trouble breathing.
Hoshi: "Oh Captain, I'm so glad you're back."
Jon: "Thanks Hoshi, now let go so I can breath."
Hoshi blushed and stepped back, Travis was next and grabbed Jon's hand, as did Malcolm.
Jon: "I'm glad to see you all are ok. We have a lot of work to do so I won't keep you. Hoshi please call Commander Tucker to the bridge., have him report to the ready room when he gets here. T'Pol, please join me."
Jon headed for his ready room, T'Pol stood and followed him, a few steps behind. Jon stopped just inside the door, his ready room was a mess, his books were all over the floor as were the disks that were on his desk. Jon walked further into the room, and waited for T'Pol to enter and the door close.
As T'Pol entered she began to speak, but Jon held up his hand to forestall her.
Jon: "Right now, I'm the Captain and you're the XO, don't say anything until I give you permission, understood?"
T'Pol simply nodded.
Jon: "Good, what the hell did you do to my ship! You should have left the system, gone into hiding, once I had left you should have taken every step necessary to protect this ship."
T'Pol stood there, her eyes briefly flicking from side to side.
Jon: "You may speak now Sub-Commander."
T'Pol: "We stayed as we had not detected any sign of the weapons destruction. I had decided that if we hadn't heard from you or seen anything, then I would take a shuttle pod into the system and try another course of action."
Jon: "You acted recklessly T'Pol"
T'Pol: "I acted recklessly? You were the one who undertook a mission where the odds of your returning were low. You were the one who would not consider an alternative plan even when it was presented to you. Forgive me Captain, but I was not the one who acted reckless."
Jon: "It was my call to make. I couldn't order anyone else to do this."
Jon had begun to shout, and T'Pol wasn't too far behind, Jon went and sat down. "This is getting us nowhere, let's just agree that we both made errors in judgement. I have to ask though, how many crew did we lose?"
T'Pol: "About a fifth."
Jon sighed and put his head in his hands.
T'Pol: "Captain, you should go get some rest, perhaps..."
Jon: "I'm done being the captain right now, now I just want to be Jon, and I want to spend a few minutes with my fiancé."
Jon held out his arms and T'Pol just looked at him for a minute before going to him. Jon wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his lap.
Jon: "I'm sorry Aisha, I didn't mean to hurt you."
T'Pol: "Do not worry, you are back now, and if I have to seal you in the brig, you will not be pulling such an illogical stunt again."
Jon reached up and brushed her hair back behind her ear, she leaned into his touch and placed her own hand on top of his, holding it against her face and closed her eyes. Jon was about to lean in and kiss her when the chime went off. Quickly T'Pol got up and moved a step away. She called out for the person to enter.
Trip entered the room without looking up "Well it's pretty much bad news..."
Jon: "How bad, Trip"
Trip stopped and looked up "Jon! When? How? What's goin on here?"
Jon stood and shook Trips hand "Glad to see you too. Explanations can wait for later, give me a report."
Trip: "Ok, uhm let's see, the starboard nacelle, is shot, it took a pretty bad beating. Warp drive is out, the reactor is down, impulse is shot, no idea yet on how long before we get movin' again. We still have some coolant leaks to close off. I'm gonna need a day at least just to get back into engineerin'"
Jon: "I'm sure you and your team will be up to the task Trip. I just wanted you up here to let you know I'm back and some things have changed. I think the Xindi are coming over to our side."
Trip: "I wondered why they were docked with us."
Jon: "Hopefully, we can work something out. But we'll discuss that later, I really need to get some rest. Trip I'm putting you in charge for now. T'Pol and I are going to take a few hours off."
Trip simply nodded. T'Pol looked at Jon and raised her eyebrow.
Jon stood and took her hand in his and walked out of the ready room, as they entered the bridge, T'Pol tried to disengage her hand from his, but he held on. The rest of the crew on the bridge looked on in astonishment as their captain and first officer walked to the aft exit hand in hand. Reed turned and smiled at Hoshi and Travis.
Reed: "Well, I believe you both owe me 20 bucks."
Jon and T'Pol lay cuddled together in Jon's bunk, they had lain in silence, no words needed to be said, they both just enjoyed the company of the other.
"Bridge to the Captain"
Jon reached over and hit the button
"Archer here."
"Sir the Xindi have requested to speak with you again"
Jon: "Ok have them escorted to the Command Center, I'll meet them there in 30 minutes. Archer out."
Jon looked down at T'Pol who had been watching him. He ran his hand along her cheek then leaned down and kissed her, she returned the kiss with such fire and passion that Jon was momentarily shocked, when they ended the kiss, Jon gave her a questioning look.
T'Pol: "Am I not allowed to show affection for my mate?"
Jon smiled: "Sorry Aisha, it still kinda shocks me a bit when you do show it. I'm gonna hit the shower....wanna join me?"
T'Pol's face and the tips of her ears turned a slight green: "I would, enjoy that."
Jon smiled again and led her to his bathroom.
T'Pol: "So, in this dream of yours, how did it end?"
Jon: "I'm not sure, it didn't last long enough for me to find out. Now quit stalling and get your incredible body in here, you're letting all the hot water run out."
T'Pol stepped into the shower and Jon began rubbing soap all over her body. Jon thought to himself that this was even better than the dream he'd had about the two of them in decon.
30 minutes later, Jon promptly enters the command center, to find only Degra awaiting him. Jon dismisses the two soldiers who were stationed at the door and walks over to where Degra is.
Jon: "I'm hoping you have good news."
Degra: "The council has reviewed the data you provided us. From it we have been able to determine that, we have all been manipulated. The council has called off the attack on your world. We are even now beginning to dismantle the weapon."
Jon let out a breath: "Thank you for trusting me."
Degra: "It wasn't only that, lately as we neared the completion of the weapon, I've found myself thinking on how many of the people who would be killed in the attack, would be total innocents, and children. I've been questioning myself if it was actually worth it."
Jon: "It's never easy to do what we do. At least now we can begin to work past this and begin to form a better understanding of each others races and perhaps work towards a friendship."
Degra: "That may be harder than you think, both the Reptilians and the Insectoids harbour strong feelings against your species. Eventually they may be brought around. But I must be getting back to my ship, I find myself wishing very much to see my family."
Jon nodded and walked Degra back to his ship. Once there he held out his hand to Degra, who just looked at it.
Jon: "This is a gesture among my people, we use it in greetings and in farewells."
Degra nodded and reached out his own hand, Jon grasped it and gave it a brief shake.
Jon: "Since we're still pretty much dead in the water here, I hope you won't mind us remaining here while we work on repairs?"
Degra: "No, you may remain as long as you like, I will even speak to the council about sending you some help if you wish."
Jon: "Help would be appreciated"
Degra nodded and turned to the hatchway, Jon worked the controls and watched as Degra's ship detached from Enterprise and headed back into the system. Jon turned and headed for the bridge, he'd need to inform the crew, what's left of them, that they'd done it. He also needed to see if Hoshi could contact Starfleet or not. Admiral Forrest needed to be updated on a few things.
Jon chuckled: "He's gonna flip when I tell him about T'Pol and I."
Jon made his way onto the Bridge, he saw Hoshi, Malcolm and Travis hard at work along with their Beta shift counterparts, everyone was hard at work trying to fix the damages. Jon looked over at Ensign Marks, who took over T'Pol's station whenever she was away or in command, her blond hair was wound about her head in a rather messy bun, and she looked quite frazzled.
Jon went over to her and stood in front of the science station.
Jon: "Take a break Ensign."
Ensign Marks looked up: "It's alright sir I would like to remain here."
Jon stared at her: "Don't make me make that an order."
Ensign Marks frowned then nodded, she put the station on automatic and left the Bridge.
Jon turned to the rest of the Bridge crew: "I've just been informed by Degra, that our mission....is over. They are not going to launch their weapon. He's even offered to send some of his people to help us out. I want to commend you all on the fine work you've all done. We couldn't have made it this far with out it. Hoshi, if you can, try to contact Admiral Forrest through the subspace buoy, I need to talk to him. Malcolm, we may have more visitors, but this time they'll be here to help, try not to shoot at them."
Malcolm smiled a bit: "That shouldn't be a problem sir, weapons are off line."
Jon nodded: "Travis, try to keep us on an even keel, Trips teams will thank you when they have to go out and do an EVA survey. I know I hated walking on a ships hull when the background was spinning like a top."
Travis: "I'll do my best Captain. I still don't have full helm control."
Jon turned and headed for his ready room. Once inside he set to work at the task at putting everything right.
Jon had just finished putting the last of his disks away when Hoshi contacted him.
Hoshi: "Captain? I have Admiral Forrest for you sir, the signals a bit degraded, the subspace transceiver is still damaged."
Jon: "Good work Hoshi, patch him in here please."
Jon went and sat behind his desk as the monitor flickered and he saw Admiral Forrest's face appear. Hoshi was right, the signal was loaded with static.
Forrest: "Jon? I can barely see you, what's going on? It's not the normal time for our weekly communication."
Jon: "Sorry about the signal Admiral, we've been in a rough spot here. The ship just barely made it through a battle with the Xindi. There's lots of damage."
Forrest: "How bad?"
Jon: "Bad. Warp and impulse engines are out. Engineering is uninhabitable for now, multiple hull breaches, the starboard nacelle is shot, among other things"
Forrest: "How's the crew?"
Jon: "We lost a few, about 20,"
Forrest: "I'm, I'm sorry Jon. I have to ask, what about the mission?"
Jon: "The mission's over Admiral."
Forrest: "What do you mean?"
Jon: "I mean, it's over, we've been able to reach an agreement with the Xindi, they will not be sending their weapon."
Forrest: "Well, that's great news Jon. How'd you do it?"
Jon: "It'd take to long to explain here Admiral. I'll send my log reports as soon as I can update them. It looks like we may have a new friend, and we're going to be here for a long while yet. I'm not sure how long it'll be before we get warp drive again. So that'll give me lots of time to talk with the Xindi."
Forrest: "Well I want to congratulate you on a fine job, you did what you set out to do. Good work"
Jon: "Uhm...there's something else Admiral. I may as well tell it to you now."
Forrest: "What is it Jon?"
Jon: "Remember the rules about how people on starships shouldn't become involved with each other. About how fraternization is frowned upon."
Forrest: "Yes, what are you getting at Jon? Don't tell me some of your crew have become involved?"
Jon: "Well I can't say for certain about my crew."
Forrest: "Then what are you talking about?"
Jon: "I'm talking about myself Admiral, I broke the rule."
Forrest: "With who?"
Jon: "Well, we always knew that once we got out here, that we'd be meeting new races and forming friendships with them, and maybe even relationships with them, it was pretty much inevitable it would happen."
Forrest: "Don't tell me you've fallen for some alien you've met out there."
Jon: "In a way, but I didn't meet her out here, I...I sorta brought her with me."
Forrest's eyes grey wide: "You don't mean your first officer?"
Jon: "I do mean her, and I do mean it."
Forrest: "But Jon, she's a Vulcan."
Jon: "Uhm, I'm quite aware of that Admiral."
Forrest: "I've known you for a long time Jon. Are you sure this is something you want to be doing?"
Jon: "I'm sure Admiral, more sure than I have ever been about anything. I'm so sure about it I asked her to be my wife."
Forrest: "You what?"
Jon: "You heard me Admiral. She said yes"
Forrest: "Jon you know I won't be able to keep this between us, I will have to inform the Command Council. You know what they'll say, she's not only a Vulcan, she's also your science officer and your XO"
Jon: "I am aware of the regulations Admiral. I'm not giving her up. I can't"
Forrest: "I know you won't Jon. It's not who you are. Look, I'll do what I can for you on this end. But I don't think things will come out to rosy. I'll have to inform the Vulcans of this."
Jon: "Actually sir, T'Pol has requested that she be the one to inform them if that's alright."
Forrest sighed. "Fine Jon. I should go, you've left me with a fine kettle of fish here to deal with. I do want to say on a personal note, I'm happy you've found someone to be with. It's about time. And good job out there. I'll keep you informed about the Command Council's decisions. I am on your side in this."
Jon: "I know, and thank you Admiral, Enterprise out."
Jon watched the screen click off, and sat back in his chair. He ran his hand across his face and up through his hair.
Jon: "Well that went easier than I thought it would"
T'Pol: *Perhaps it will be as easy when I converse with Soval?*
Jon: *I've told you we need to work on your humour, do you want me to be with you when you contact him?*
T'Pol: *While I enjoy your company greatly, I feel it would be best if I were to do it alone, your presence may only serve to be detrimental to the situation*
Jon: *You could have just said Soval doesn't like me*
T'Pol: *I believe I did*
Jon smiled and went back to work, he still had to update his logs and send them to Starfleet.
T'Pol sat at the desk in Jonathan's cabin, she was awaiting for Ensign Sato to finish putting her communication through to Ambassador Soval at the Vulcan Consulate on Earth.
Finally after a few delays, Hoshi announced she had been able to re-route the call. T'Pol felt a brief sense of, trepidation as Soval appeared on screen, but quickly suppressed it.
Soval: "Greetings T'Pol. What can I do for you?"
T'Pol: "Greetings Ambassador, Since we have not communicated in some time, I felt it was necessary to inform you of two things One, that the Enterprise has completed it's mission. Captain Archer has managed to come to an understanding with the Xindi and they will not be sending their weapon against Earth."
Soval: "Indeed. I must admit that I did not have the confidence that Captain Archer would be able to handle this mission. What is the other thing you have to inform me of ?"
T'Pol: "I have found a bond mate."
Soval looked shocked, in other words, he raised an eyebrow.: "I see. I am at a loss to understand how this can be, since there are no other Vulcan ships in the Expanse."
T'Pol: "I did not say my mate was a Vulcan Ambassador."
Soval: "Then one of the species you've met while there?"
T'Pol: "I did not say that either."
Soval: "T'Pol, what species is your bond mate?"
T'Pol: "I thought that would be logical Ambassador. My bond mate is Human."
Soval: "I told you that if you went with them you ran the risk of being contaminated by them and their emotions, I even informed you that by going into the Expanse that it would effect you. I see now that it has."
T'Pol: "Your logic is flawed Ambassador."
Soval: "Explain."
T'Pol: "Venturing into the Expanse has had nothing to do with my choosing a Human for a mate. I realize now that the one I have chosen was the only logical one on board this ship."
Soval: "Are you going to tell me who it is?"
T'Pol: "Captain Jonathan Archer."
Soval: "And how would you say he is the most logical one. Humans are all the same. They are an emotional and often barbaric species."
T'Pol: "Over the past 3 years I have come to trust Captain Archer implicitly. We had formed a close friendship, and I found that I had come to care for him deeply. It was only logical that I inform him of this, and he told me that he had romantic feelings for me. I deemed it wise to continue to develop our, relationship."
Soval: "And how far has this relationship evolved?"
T'Pol: "Captain Archer helped me through my Pon'farr. He was the only one I would accept."
Soval: "Just because he helped you, I still see no need for you to have taken him as your mate, there could never be any lasting..."
T'Pol: "We have formed a mental bond. I feel his presence in my mind at all times, we hear each others thoughts and share each others, feelings. We talk to each other through the link."
Soval sat back in his chair and placed his hands together and steepled his fingers. He sat that way for a time, before continuing.
Soval: "As you know, the Vulcan Science Directorate had proven that Humans could not form a telepathic bond."
T'Pol: "I have come to discover Ambassador, that there have been more than a few things which the Science Directorate has been, misinformed about. Humans can not only form a telepathic link with Vulcans, but it grows stronger everyday."
Soval: "Are you certain you wish to proceed with this course of action T'Pol?"
T'Pol: "I am, I have accepted his kun-ut so'lik. His marriage proposal
Soval: "Humans have a limited life span. What will you do once he dies and the link is severed. You also realize that if you marry him you will become vre'kasht, an outcast. Most likely to never be able to return to Vulcan until after his death."
T'Pol: "Kaiidth, what is, is. I will go on or not. It matters not how others will perceive us. He is my Aisha, to use the ancient term we are k'hat'n'dlawa."
Soval: "Understood. You leave me with little choice in this matter T'Pol."
T'Pol: "Not so, you have the choice to either work to bless our union, which would be good for both our species."
Soval: "I will meditate on this, I will also inform the Vulcan High Command, even though you no longer fall under their jurisdiction, what you have done must be brought into consideration. Know T'Pol, that I do not bear you ill will."
T'Pol: "I understand Ambassador."
Soval nodded once: "Live long and prosper T'Pol"
T'Pol: "Peace and long life to you Ambassador."
T'Pol switched off the monitor and rose to her feet. She had accepted her decision, now she must go and inform Jonathan of what she has been told.
Jon had at last finished updating his logs with what had happened after his departure from Enterprise up to his calling Admiral Forrest to appraise him of the current situation, He had just asked Hoshi to send the logs along with the full scans done of the weapon by Trip and Travis to Starfleet.
Jon leaned back in his chair far enough that his shoulders touched the wall, he laced his fingers behind his head and closed his eyes, and promptly fell asleep. This is the position T'Pol found him in when she entered the ready room. Jon had been sleeping so deeply that he had missed hearing both the door chime, and the door opening and closing.
T'Pol stood silently for a few minutes, she often watched him while he slept. It amazed her the way the lines on his face would disappear as he slept. T'Pol cleared her throat, still he slept, she tried again, louder. No reaction.
T'Pol: "Jonathan."
After trying a few more times to wake him, T'Pol tilted her head to the side and remembered a scene from one of the old black and white movies Commander Tucker had shown once. She walked closer to Jonathan, bent down, and softly blew in his ear. It had the desired effect. Jon sat up and looked around the room, finally settling his eyes on her.
T'Pol stood there simply looking at him. Jon smiled at her and she raised her eyebrow, the closest she would ever come to smiling.
Jon: "Didn't I tell you it was rude to wake someone who was sleeping?"
T'Pol: "Incorrect, you said it was rude to wake someone who was having a wonderful dream, as you put it."
Jon smirked: "Ok I stand corrected. Was there something you wanted?"
T'Pol: "I wished to inform you that I had contacted Ambassador Soval."
Jon: "Oh? And what'd you tell him?"
T'Pol: "I informed him of your success in stopping the launching of the weapon, I also informed him of our bonded status, and of my accepting your proposal."
Jon: "I see, and how'd he take that?"
T'Pol: "Based on his expressions and the tone of his voice, I would say he was not, pleased about it."
Jon: "Yeah, neither was Forrest, but I think he'll support us."
T'Pol: "Unfortunately, I do not see the same from Soval. He mentioned that in the time you and I would be married, I may be considered vre'kasht, or an outcast. I would be exiled from Vulcan."
Jon stood and went over to her, he placed his hands on her shoulders, he was mildly surprised when she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him close, hugging him. While T'Pol occasionally initiated their contact, it was still rare enough to surprise Jon when it happened.
Jon: "T'Pol, I'm sorry, I didn't know that they would do this."
T'Pol: "It has not been done yet, Soval still had to inform the High Command about it, it will be up to them to decide what will happen. He did say however he bared no ill will."
Jon: "Still T'Pol, to never be able to return home."
T'Pol: "My home is where ever you are Jonathan Archer. Be it on Enterprise, Earth, Vulcan, or any other world."
Jon felt the truth to her words through their bond. That was one of the advantages, you could not lie in the mind. Of course it also had its downsides. It was rather hard to keep something from the other if you wanted to. Jon leaned down and kissed the top of her head.
Jon: "Everything will be ok, no matter what the outcome. I have a good feeling about this."
T'Pol: "Another one of your 'gut feelings' Jonathan?"
Jon smiled: "Perhaps"
T'Pol: "Then we are indeed in trouble."
Jon: "Ha ha, I see it's funny Vulcan time again."
T'Pol: "Jonathan, I am concerned about something."
Jon: "Oh, what is it?"
T'Pol: "Earlier, when you an I walked through the Bridge, you would not release my hand. And a few crewmembers saw us holding hands. Was this intentional?"
Jon thought for a moment before answering. "I guess it was. I knew that we were going to have to tell our superiors about it. I also knew we'd have to eventually tell the crew. I decided to subtly let them know about it now, rather than have them distracted by rumours and innuendo while trying to work on the repairs. I just figured it would be easier to do it quickly."
T'Pol: "I see. I believe I mentioned to you about the fact that Vulcans do not show affectionate gestures in public, aside from the meeting of the fingers. I also believe that you agreed to that."
Jon: "I know and I'm sorry. It won't happen again, if it does, I guess you'll just have to punish me."
T'Pol: "Very well"
Jon: "Uhm, T'Pol, I was kidding there, you know that right?"
T'Pol looked up at him "Of course Jonathan, I know that you were attempting to be humorous. But as you know, Vulcans do not joke."
Jon: "Sure T'Pol, tell me another one."
T'Pol: "I shall tell you anything you wish, so long as you tell me what another one means?"
Jon sighed: "Never mind."
T'Pol: "Very well. I should go, Commander Tucker asked me to assist him in restoring power to the air purifiers in engineering."
Jon nodded and released her from his hold. T'Pol however was not quite ready to release him yet. She pulled his head down and kissed him deeply. Once the kiss was over Jon smiled at her as he caught her thoughts.
Jon: "I'm here to stay T'Pol, I won't disappear if you let me go."
T'Pol: "I know, I just wished to make certain."
T'Pol reluctantly released Jonathan and left the ready room. Jon sighed and thought that a lifetime spent with someone who held back her emotions and let them out only when they were alone, was going to be rather challenging.
Weeks had passed, Enterprise was now in orbit of the water world where the weapon had been. Repairs were slowly proceeding, warp drive was still down but Trip figured he could have the reactor back up in a few days, warp drive itself however was another matter, with the starboard nacelle still damaged from the attack, Trip could only give them a figure of warp 2 at the most. At that speed it would take them quite a bit longer to get home.
Most of the breaches in the hull had been sealed, Degra had proved true on his promise of help, the Xindi-Arboreal, were quite the capable engineers. It took the crew a little while to get used to working with them but after some rough starts everything settled down. A memorial was held for those crew that had been lost in the accident. Jon had a hard time dealing with it, more crew lost on this mission. T'Pol did her best at helping him through it.
Jon was on the bridge with the rest of Alpha shift, still trying to repair the last of the damages, long range sensors were still down, as were hull plating and the torpedo launchers. Hull plating was pretty much useless with there still being so much of the hull missing, Jon had asked Malcolm to focus on other things instead.
Jon had finally heard back from Admiral Forrest concerning his relationship with T'Pol. Right now, he was not in any hot water, Admiral Forrest had backed Jon on this and had convinced the Command Council that it would in no way have any effect on their work. Although, Forest had mentioned that Jon may have to face a review board when they got back to Earth. T'Pol's situation however, was not as good. She still had heard nothing back from Soval, and even though she said time and time again that it had no effect on her, Jon knew through their link, that she was a little concerned.
Main power had finally been restored to most of the ship and it seemed less like a tomb now. Jon had lost count of how many times he'd run into the support beams in the ready room while they were on emergency lighting. Phlox told him he should either wear a helmet, or walk crouched over while in there.
As Jon sat in his command chair on the Bridge and thought about recent events, Hoshi perked up and pushed a few buttons on her console, which was one of the first things that had been fully repaired. She pressed the receiver into her ear for a minute and then looked over at Jon
Hoshi: "Captain, I think we're getting a signal. But it's a little jumbled."
Jon: "Is it from the Xindi?"
Hoshi: "No sir, it's coming from just outside the system."
Jon: "Can you put it up?"
Hoshi: "On minute sir, there I think I have it now."
The veiwscreen came to life and Jon's eyes widened.
"Greetings again, pink skin"
Jon narrowed his eyes: "Shran!"
Shran: "Now now, don't get all mad and angry, I know you're still upset over our last, meeting. But I was only following my orders. I honestly wanted to help you"
T'Pol: "I find that highly unlikely"
Shran: "Ah the Vulcan, still as becoming as ever I see."
Jon: "What are you doing here"
Shran: "Well, we were still in this expanse when a while back we seemed to have inadvertently intercepted a communication from you to your planet. It said you had completed your mission but that your ship had sustained some extensive damages. I felt that this would be a good chance for us to, assist each other again. Isn't that how alliances are formed?"
Jon: "How do I know you're not here for something else, you've tried this once before."
Shran: "That is true, however, would it interest you to know that I disobeyed a direct order to come back here?"
Jon: "Why?"
Shran: "To help."
Jon: "I'll think about it and get back to you."
Jon gestured for Hoshi to cut the communication, and the screen switched back to a view of the planet.
Jon: "I'm open to suggestions."
T'Pol of course was the first one to speak up. "I believe it would not be wise to place your trust in him again."
Reed: "I agree with the Sub-Commander sir. Remember what they did to our systems the last time they came to 'help' us."
Hoshi: "Still, someone from their ship did send us the scans of the firing matrix. I think only someone in their command structure would have been able to do that."
Jon called down to engineering and informed Trip of the situation, and asked for his advice.
Trip: "You know how I feel about the blue heads Cap'n, I trust 'em about as far as I can throw 'em. But they do great work, we could really use their help, along with those Xindi. It's funny though, the plasma injector I got from Shran was the only piece of equipment that wasn't damaged and is still working perfectly."
Jon sighed and told Hoshi to open the channel again. Once Shran was back on the screen Archer just stared at him.
Jon: "Alright Shran, we accept your offer, but there will be conditions. Each member of your crew that sets foot on this ship will be scanned along with any equipment they bring aboard."
Shran: "That sounds reasonable."
Jon: "I'm not finished. Also every Andorian who comes aboard this ship will have a guard. And they will be watched very closely."
Shran: "Understood."
Jon: "Fine. Now you stay there and I'll contact the Xindi and let them know you're only here to help."
Shran: "I await our next conversation Captain."
Jon nodded and Hoshi killed the communication.
Jon: "Hoshi, call the Xindi and let them know the Andorians are here only to help us. Ask them for permission to let the ship enter the system, once it's been given, contact Shran and let him know."
Hoshi: "Aye sir."
T'Pol: "Are you certain this is a wise course of action Captain?"
Jon: "No I'm not. But we do need their help."
Malcolm: "Sir about the guards on the Andorians."
Jon: "I know Malcolm. It will reduce the number of our own crew able for repairs."
Malcolm: "It's not that sir, I simply wanted to know, if they would be armed?"
Jon smiled, good old Malcolm: "Yes, arm them, but make sure all weapons are set to stun only. I'll leave it to you to coordinate with Major Hayes on how you want it to be done."
Malcolm nodded: "Very good sir."
Hoshi: "Sir, the Xindi have allowed the Andorian ship into the system, they should be here soon. They did have some conditions though, The Andorians had to power down their warp reactor, and all their weapons."
Jon: "I'm guessing Shran didn't like that one bit. Once they get in closer, have them route to the starboard docking port, the port one is still damaged."
Hoshi: "Aye Captain"
Jon stood and went over to T'Pol's station
Jon: "Sub-Commander, you have the bridge, I'm going to go and meet with our guests. Malcolm, have a security detail meet me there."
Malcolm nodded and T'Pol rose from her seat and went to the center chair.
T'Pol: *Be careful Jonathan*
Jon: *I will be, you know, why didn't you tell me you really didn't like the Andorians?*
T'Pol: *I neither like nor dislike them Jonathan, I am merely being, cautious, as you should be*
Jon: *I'm trying love, I'm trying*
Jon stepped into the turbo lift and headed for E deck, he was glad Trip had finally restored power to the lifts. It was getting tiring climbing those ladders to get anywhere. Although, T'Pol had remarked it had greatly improved his physique. Jon figured that was her way of saying she though he had a kick-ass body.
Jon reached E deck and was met by two MACO's, he knew who they were, Corporals Chang and Cole. Jon had been glad that Amanda had not been among the crew who had been lost in the attack. She and Trip were really getting along great. It was rare for Jon to not see them together during their off hours. Trip had even told Jon once that they were planning on spending time together when the ship returned to Earth, he was even thinking of introducing her to his family.
The three of them walked the short distance to the hatch and waited for the Andorian ship to appear. After 10 minutes the ship finally began its docking manoeuvres. Jon waited as the ships joined together with a loud clang that reverberated through the deck. As Jon watched the light by the door slowly changed from red to green and the hatch cycled open.
As Soon as it was open the two soldiers had their scanners out and were busy scanning Shran and his Lt, Jon had to struggle to remember her name. Talas, that was it. Soon, the soldiers shook their heads, the Andorians were not carrying anything other than the PADDS in their hands
Shran: "Well, does this mean we can come aboard pin...Captain Archer?"
Jon looked at Shran and wanted to hit him again, but held back. "Yes come aboard. But don't plan on staying too long Shran."
Shran: "That is a pity, I had hoped we could share another drink together, I still have a few bottles of ale left."
Jon: "Maybe as a toast for when you leave."
Jon turned and hit the COMM button "Archer to the bridge"
"T'Pol here Captain, is everything alright?"
Jon: "Everything's fine T'Pol, Put Mayweather in charge and I want you and Malcolm to meet me in the Command Center, Contact Trip and have him join us as well."
T'Pol: "Understood Captain."
As Jon was about to acknowledge her, T'Pol ended the COMM line, Jon thought that she was starting to pick up his bad habits. Jon turned and motioned for Shran and Talas to follow him, they in turn were followed by Chang and Cole. Something which didn't escape Shran's attention
Shran: "Surely you don't think we're going to try anything Jonathan?"
Jon: "It's Captain Archer and yes I do. Call it a lesson learned from the last time you offered your help."
Shran: "But I already apologized for that, misunderstanding. I really don't see a need for the guards."
Jon: "Well I do, and since it's my ship, then they stay. I told you that each member of your crew that is aboard this ship will have guard. I meant it. Two of you, two guards."
Shran smiled: "I see you're finally learning, pink skin, well done."
Jon didn't say anything and the rest of the trip to the Command Center was in silence.
Once the five of them had reached the Command Center, Jon let them enter first and had the soldiers come into the room and stand on either side of the door.
Shran: "It's going to be quite crowded in here don't you think?"
Jon: "Feel free to leave at any time."
Shran: "You'll forgive me if I stay."
They were joined shortly by T'Pol and Malcolm, and then a moment later, Trip. Malcolm locked eyes with Lt. Talas and then looked away, Jon caught the look and saw Talas look at her feet, she seemed ashamed.
Jon nodded to T'Pol who sat at the table and began to work the computer controls. On the main screen an upper and lower dorsal plus a side schematic of Enterprise appeared, much of the ship had parts that flashed red, these areas indicated damage. Jon didn't like how much of the ship was red. Jon nodded to Trip.
Trip: "As you can see, we took a pretty bad beating. We're still along ways off from bein' able to leave this system. Impulse is still down, all we have right now is thrusters, Warp drive is out till we can get the reactor back on line, and we can't enter warp until the hull is patched and sound."
Shran: "I'm surprised you even survived such a battle in a ship as primitive as this."
Trip: "Hey, this ship is the best that we have, if you don't like it..."
Jon: "Trip!"
Trip backed down but Jon could see he was still ready for a good fight.
Jon looked at Malcolm who indicated the ships offensive and defensive capabilities.
Malcolm: "Phase cannons and torpedo launchers took a beating, hull plating is a no go until we have a hull again. Our targeting scanners are off line. Right now we couldn't target the planet below if we wanted to."
Jon turned to Shran: "Think you can help?"
Shran looked at all the damages and thought for a moment.
Shran: "Besides the holes in your hull, the damage is only moderately worse than the last time we assisted you., I believe it shouldn't take too much work to get your ship working again so you can go home to your heroes welcome."
Jon: "We're not heroes, we just did our jobs. Are you going to help us or not?"
Shran: "I said that's why we were here didn't I? Yes we'll help, it may take some time to get your hull patched, but with the added help of these....Xindi, I'm certain you'll be underway in oh, say a month."
Trip: "A Month is pretty good Cap'n, I was figurin we wouldn't be ready to go for another 3 months at minimum."
Shran: "Yes, well pink skin, be glad we showed up when we did."
Jon: "That's enough Shran."
Jon turned to the door and gave instructions to the two MACO's.
Jon: "Escort Commander Shran and Lt Talas back to their ship."
Jon looked back at Shran: "We'll work out a work schedule, you provide us with a list of crew that will be helping. Before any of them step foot on this ship you will clear it with either myself or T'Pol, understood?"
Shran: "Clearly, Captain. But I wish you would believe me, I am truly sorry about our last meeting, I am here to help."
Jon: "Prove it to me after everything is done and there's no sabotage to our systems this time. Then maybe I'll think about believing you."
Shran sighed and walked out, followed by Talas, Jon looked at his officers.
Jon: "Trip, I want you and Malcolm to work on a way to integrate the Andorians into your work teams, right now I want emphasis placed on three things, Impulse, warp, and hull, Sorry Malcolm but the weapons will have to wait."
Malcolm: "I understand Captain."
Jon: "Once you have the schedules completed, submit them to T'Pol and she and I will look them over. Dismissed. Sub-Commander please stay a moment."
Trip and Malcolm exchanged a quick look with each other and left the room.
T'Pol: "You wished to see me Captain?"
Jon: "You're not happy with my decision to let them stay are you."
T'Pol: "For me to be happy about something would be illogical. Happiness is an emotion."
Jon: "Sorry, how about, you're not....pleased with it."
T'Pol: "I believe that is an emotion as well"
Jon could tell she was teasing him now, trying to calm his mood, he smirked.
Jon; "Alright then tell me what you think"
T'Pol: "I think that allowing them to remain here after what occurred at our last meeting, was a mistake."
Jon: "I'm allowed to make mistakes, I'm human."
T'Pol: "Indeed you are"
Jon let that one pass: "Why would you call this a mistake?"
T'Pol: "To put your trust in them again so soon, and without any proof that there will not be a repeat of their actions is, illogical."
Jon: "Illogical huh? Hmmm, can't have a human acting that way now can we?"
T'Pol: "Jonathan please be serious for a moment. I do not see that levity will help the situation. I, feel that we may be inviting more trouble."
Jon: "Would that be a gut feeling Sub-Commander?"
T'Pol raised her eyebrow: "Perhaps"
Jon: "Well, when a Vulcan get's one of those, maybe it would be best for me to heed her advice."
T'Pol: "It would be beneficial."
Jon smiled at T'Pol: "Have I told you lately how much I love you Sub- Commander?"
T'Pol: "No Captain, you have not expressed the depth of your feelings for me since the last occurrence 2.5 hours ago."
Jon walked over to her and took her into his arms
Jon: "That long huh, almost an eternity. Maybe I should rectify that"
T'Pol: 'It would only be logical"
Jon: "It would huh? Well then, I love you, T'Pol of Vulcan, the future Mrs Jonathan Archer."
T'Pol: "You are assuming that I would desire to take your last name."
Jon: "Let me guess, they don't do that on Vulcan"
T'Pol: "Normally, the mate who had the most to offer into the joining would be the one whose last name was kept. But, seeing as you could most likely neither pronounce much less spell my last name, I believe it would be wise for me to take yours."
Jon: "What is your last name anyways."
T'Pol pulled Jon's head down and whispered into his ear, Jon's eyes got wide and then he got a confused look on his face.
Jon: "Yeah...we'll definitely be going with mine. I'd hate to try putting that on the invitations."
T'Pol laid her head against his chest. "I cherish thee Jonathan"
Jon kissed the top of her head: "I cherish you also"
T'Pol: "Jonathan, our shift on the Bridge ended 8.4 minutes ago, Do you have any plans?"
Jon grinned: "Not at the moment no."
T'Pol: "I feel that I am in need of someone to walk me back to my cabin, the way is still strewn with debris."
Jon: "I would be honoured to escort you T'Pol."
T'Pol: "Once there, I may have further use for you."
Jon: "Oh I think I can be persuaded to stay, and be of use."
T'Pol: "I have been told I am quite adept at persuasion."
Jon smiled and led T'Pol out of the Command Center.