Sam walked along the deck towards Sickbay, he had every intention of getting checked out, mainly due to the fact that his head was really beginning to hurt. As he turned the corner he ran into Al, or rather he ran through Al.

Al: "Sam, I hate it when you do that."

Sam quickly looked around to make sure no one was around before he replied. : "Yeah well I've told you to quit popping in like that. Got anything new for me?"

Al: "Not much, we're doing all we can with what Captain Archer has been able to tell us, his brain is as Swiss cheesed as yours is."

Sam: "Well I hope you guys can narrow down what I'm supposed to do here, having three choices isn't making this easy, if I pick the wrong one, I may be stuck here."

Al: "Well maybe not, I shouldn't be telling you this, but in other leaps when you failed to do what you were sent in for, you simply leaped into a different person in that same time and place to do the same job."

Sam: "Great, so if I don't do this as Archer, I could leap into who? His dog?"

Al simply shrugs: "I don't know Sam, but look I just wanted to check in on you and let you know we're trying to get you out of this ok."

With that Al steps through the Imaging chamber door, which to Sam looks simply like a bright rectangular light, Sam reaches out longingly towards the door, but before his fingers come close to its image, it vanishes. Sam sighs and walks into Sickbay. He is greeted cheerfully by Phlox.

Phlox: "Ahh, Captain, good afternoon, what can I do for you?"

Sam: "I uh, wasn't paying attention and, walked into one of the beams in the ready room, think you can give me something for the headache?"

Phlox: "Certainly, come right this way, I just want to take a quick look at what you did."

Phlox lead Sam over to the bed in the middle of the room, he motioned for Sam to hop up onto it.

Phlox: "Now Captain, I just want to take a quick scan and make sure you didn't do more damage than would be normal."

Sam: "Sure doc, no problem."

Sam lay down on the bed and was mildly surprised when it slid into the machine that reminded him of an MRI scanner, he was even more surprised when a small gate slid closed over the opening, effectively trapping him inside.

Phlox: "Now lay still and try not to move around too much Captain, or this will take longer than necessary."

Phlox activated the scanner and waited while it took the required readings.

After a few minutes it stopped, the gate slid open and the bed rolled out.

Phlox: "There we are Captain, not so bad was it?"

Sam: "Besides a brief touch of claustrophobia, no not really."

Phlox smiled and looked at the readings, he gazed at them for a few minutes before returning to Sam, he had picked up a hypo spray on his way and quickly injected it into Sam's neck.

Phlox: "There we are Captain, this should help with the pain and bring down any swelling, any harder and I would have had to remove you from the duty roster, you almost gave yourself a concussion. As it is I want you to take the rest of the day off. If you feel any dizziness or if the pain returns, please let me know as soon as you can."

Sam: "Alright thanks doc, I think I'll go get a bite to eat."

Phlox watched Sam leave, as soon as the doors had closed behind him, he quickly went over to the Comm and called the bridge.

"Phlox to T'Pol."

"T'Pol here, go ahead Doctor."

Phlox: "The Captain was just here, I scanned him as you requested, I have the results for you if you wish to see them."

T'Pol: "Very well Doctor, I shall be down there shortly."

With in five minutes of signing off, T'Pol was walking through the doors to Sickbay.

T'Pol: "What have you found out Doctor?"

Phlox: "I placed the Captain into the imaging scanner and took detailed scans of his mind, I then compared them with those I already have on file from his last check up a month ago."

Phlox motioned for T'Pol to come over to the big monitor above the imaging scanner, he pointed out to her the various images.

Phlox: "On the left I have the scans on file, on the right are the scans I took moments ago."

T'Pol studied the images for a few moments: "I see no difference in them Doctor."

Phlox: "That's because there isn't one, other than this, this area here shows stronger activity than normal, but the readings are not consistent with those I took of the crew that had been taken over by the Wisps."

T'Pol: "So that Captain has not been replaced by one of them. What does the stimulated area imply?"

Phlox: "Basically that he's under more stress than usual, I gave him a shot for his head injury and relived him of duty for the rest of the day. So you can now relax, Captain Archer is the same man he's always been."

T'Pol: "Thank you for your assistance Doctor, would you know where the Captain has gone?"

Phlox: "I believe he mentioned something about getting a bite to eat."

T'Pol: "Thank you Doctor."

T'Pol turned and left Sickbay, as Phlox watched her go, he mused to himself.

Phlox: For a Vulcan, she does a better job than most at hiding her true feelings for the Captain, I wonder what it would take for the two of them to finally admit how they really feel about the other

T'Pol walked towards the mess hall deep in thought, she had touched the captains mind, she could tell it was different, that it was not right.Despite what the Doctors scans had revealed, she decided for the safety of the ship, she would approach the Captain and question him. She walked through the nearly full mess hall, only then recalling it was the mid shift break that most crew took. She headed for the doors to the Captains private dining room. She pressed the button announcing her presence, after a moment she heard the Captain telling her to enter.

Sam had been standing at the porthole gazing out at the stars. All his life he had always wanted to be out here. It was one of the other things inside him he had needed to do, almost as much as building Quantum Leap had been, so he could save Tom. Suddenly another hole in Sam's memory filled in, Tom was his brother, he had gone to Vietnam, and died, but no, that wasn't quite right either...he had saved Tom...hadn't he? Sam shook his head, frustrated at his failing memory. Sam was pulled from his memories by an electronic bell, he wondered what it was for a moment before recalling it meant someone was at the door.

Sam called out for the person to enter, he stayed facing the window, hoping that whoever entered wouldn't e able to see the frustration etched into Sam's face. In the reflection from the window, he watched as the...as the...Vulcan, that was it, walked into the room. Sam wondered to himself why Archer had never tried to take his relationship with the woman beyond a professional one, she was simply and utterly, beautiful.

Sam: "What can I do for you Sub-Commander?"

T'Pol: "Captain I have come to ask you something, however, I am uncertain of how to proceed."

Sam turned to face her and saw in her eyes that she was confused.

"Well, say whatever comes into your head first."

T'Pol: "Very well, Who are you and what have you done with the Captain."

Sam was floored, he just stood and stared at the woman for a moment before recovering his wits about him

Sam: "I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

T'pol: "I have reason to believe you are not Captain Archer, you may have his appearance and his scent, but you do not act like him, nor do you think like him."

Sam was getting worried, never before had an adult figured out he was not the person he was replacing...at least he didn't think any one had.

Sam: "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about Sub-Commander, I admit I may be a little distracted and off my game after the recent attack by the Wisp's, but I think that hardly qualifies you to tell me I'm not myself just by guessing."

T'Pol tilted her head to one side and raised her eyebrow.

T'Pol: "Vulcans do not guess, In the ready room, when you felt dizzy, you touched my hand with yours, my mind momentarily brushed yours, in that breif moment, I knew you were not the Captain."

Sam: "Uhm, you're telling me you read my mind?"

T'Pol: "No, I did however pick up surface impressions of confusion and doubt. Also you had a great fear of not wanting to be discovered, and a deep longing for home. These things have led me to ascertain that you are not who you appear to be."

Sam slowly sat down at the table, T'Pol merely stood and watched him. She did not know what to make of the situation. Yes those things she had said, she believed were true, but there was something else she had experienced in her quick touch on this persons mind. The was something that felt familiar to her, that made her doubt what she was now doing. Even though she had definatly felt a different presence than Jonathan Archer, there was still something of him there, but what she could not say.

Sam sat quietly for a moment, before replying. "How would you react if I told you, you were right?"

T'Pol: "I would call for security and have you held until we could contact Star Fleet."

Sam: "I see, well I'm sorry to dissapoint you Sub-Commander, but I'm that same person I've always been. I'm guessing you've already been to see Phlox and saw the scans he took correct?"

T'Pol: "That is correct."

Sam: "And I would bet that those scans had shown that there was nothing wrong, correct?"

T'Pol paused for a moment before answering: "Also correct"

Sam: "I see, Do you think that Star Fleet would go with what little evidence you have, or with what Phlox has?"

T'Pol: "If this were Vulcan..."

Sam: "But it's not. Answer the question...please"

T'Pol realized he was right, Star Fleet would indeed take the word of the ships doctor, who had medical evidence to back up what he said, over her, which was based on something that few Humans knew about.

T'Pol: "I see your point. However, that does not change what I felt."

Sam scratched his head and sat for another moment, his head tilted slightly, as if he were listening to something.

Sam: "How long has it been since you got any rest T'Pol?"

T'Pol: "I believe that is of no consequence."

Sam: "Indulge me, how long?"

T'Pol: "It has been 18 hours since we escaped from the Wisp's in that time I have had many duties to perform in order to see to the safe...."

Sam cut her off: "So in that time you've had no rest, other than the breakfast this morning, and little to no time for your meditation right?"

T'Pol let out an imperceptible sigh. "That is correct."

Sam nodded: "So then don't you think that maybe what you may have thought what you felt when we touched, may have been due to fatigue and lack of meditation?"

T'Pol pondered that for a few moments: "It is possible that may have been the case"

Sam: "Very well, why don't we chalk this up to, an over active imagination and lack of rest."

T'Pol: "Vulcans don't imagine Captain."

Sam: "I see, well how about just plain old, lack of proper rest?"

T'Pol merely nodded, she felt foolish for saying what she had. Replaying everything over in her head, she saw that what he said may have indeed been true.

T'pol: "Captain if you will forgive me, I believe I owe you an apology."

Sam: "Think nothing of it T'Pol, with everything that's happened lately there's nothing to apologise for. I won't tell anyone if you don't. Now I'm relieving you of your duties for the rest of the day, and ordering you to get some rest."

T'Pol: "Captain I believe...."

Sam: "No buts T'Pol, dismissed."

T'Pol raised here eyebrow again, but didn't say anything, instead she merely nodded and turned and left the room.

Once the doors had closed, Sam let out a huge sigh and turned to the two holograms standing beside him. One was Al, and the other was a man who could have been his twin. Al had popped in just as the Vulcan had dropped her little bombshell, he had then left and got Sam some reinforcements. Al had his hand on Archers shoulder, this contact allowed Sam to see and hear what Archer had said, Sam merely repeated back everything he had said.

Sam wanted the two to stay and talk he needed Archer's advice and his skills, but Al informed them that the strain of locking on to his location with the both of them and making sure Sam could see and hear both of them was taking a big toll on Ziggy and the project. Before they left though Archer did pass on one thing to Sam.

Archer: "Don't let her win too many of the arguments, remember, you're the Captain and it's your ship. The Admiral informs me that there's no telling when we may switch back, but I want a ship to come back to."

Sam nodded and smiled as the two holograms exited through the Imaging Chamber door. As always, Sam felt a deep sense of loss when the door closed.