Oh, Mama!

By Anna Yolei

Chapter Two: I'm WHAT?!

(NOTE: This may be a bit of relief to some of you, but Reed/Hayes will NOT be a major part of the story. It simply sets up for why Hoshi's pregnant, too. In other words, no slashy make-up scenes, etc., etc.)

I own nothing, the end.

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Travis Mayweather and Liz Cutler were sitting together for lunch when Hoshi stepped in. It was rather crowded, and she was having a bit of trouble finding a seat.

"Hey, over here!" Liz called and Hoshi moved over to the two of them. Cutler got up with her tray. "I was on my way out anyway. I promised to give Phlox an extra hand in sick bay, and some of his creatures are pretty interesting to study."

Hoshi smiled, noting all the extra time she'd spent in sick bay in the last month, and all the visits yet to come. Liz walked away and Sato took her chair.

Travis looked at all the food on her plate, including some Vulcan dishes that didn't look too appetizing.

"So…how is, um…everything?" Travis asked.

"Well, I feel like I have to go to the restroom all the time, not to mention I'm on edge, but I'm fine other than that." She turned and started on her lunch.

Travis never imagined that she would ever do something that selfless. Here she was, carrying a whole child for two friends who couldn't have one of their own. Lately, the somewhat shy Hoshi he knew had become more self-secure, more calm. And she looked radiant.

Hoshi saw Travis was looking at her oddly.

"You okay, Travis?" She asked.

"What--? Oh, yeah, I'm fine." He looked at his uneaten apple. "You want this? I can't eat another bite."

"Sure. I'll probably eat it later," she told him smiling, and took the fruit. He always liked that smile. Hoshi finished her meal at that same time Travis finished his.

"I gotta go," Hoshi told Travis. "Phlox wants me to check in twice a week, and I missed yesterday."

"Um, I have to go that way, too. I can walk with you." There was no truth in that, but Sato did not notice. She nodded and the two of them walked out of the mess hall.

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Later that night…

Two weeks had passed since that night he and T'Pol had been…together in the sick bay. Jonathon had not even mentioned the incident to her again and made no attempt to be intimate with her again. However his confidence, as well as most of his dignity, had returned and he wanted some action.

This night, T'Pol was at her desk writing some letters to her family on Vulcan. He had been surprised at how supportive of this marriage they had been-more so than most of the people he knew personally. He crept up on her and placed a hand on either shoulder and rubbed them gently.

"You look a little tense. Perhaps I could ease that."

She had an assumption as to how he planned on doing that, and she was not feeling well. Even the thought of intercourse made her ill for the first time since they became intimate. T'Pol continued typing, making no acknowledgement of his gesture.

Hmm…must be a little tenser than I thought.

Jonathon went to kiss her neck a little. Normally, it aroused her, but T'Pol mostly found this irritating tonight.

"Stop that," she said quietly.

"Aw, but I know you like that," he replied.

Without any warning, T'Pol turned around and shoved Jonathon to the floor in agitation. He fell on his backside and looked back stunned.

"What the hell?" He cried out as he stood up. Jonathon was completely stunned.

T'Pol was as surprised at her actions as he was. He wasn't doing anything that warranted that much force, she told herself.

"I apologize. I overreacted." She walked and sat down on the edge of the bed. Jonathon pulled himself off the floor and went to join her.

"T'Pol, it's not like you to overreact like that. Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine," she told him. "However, I would prefer not to engage in intimate activities tonight."

Jonathon nodded while still recovering from the shock of what had just happened. "If that's what you want, then. Hey, I'll bring in some champaign from the mess hall, all right?"

She said nothing as she slipped into bed. Jonathon kissed her cheek quickly. "I'll be right back." He stepped out the quarters, and T'Pol closed her eyes, planning to rest a little before Jonathon returned.

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Aw, that's great, Jonathon thought a little exasperated.

He had only been gone five minutes to get the bottle and some glasses, and he returned to the quarters to find her asleep.

And this would be the one time she falls asleep before I do. With a little sigh, he filled his glass and took a sip before going to bed himself. Perhaps she did need the rest, considering what happened earlier. He figured there was always tomorrow night.

He was mistaken.

For the next week, every time they went off duty (As they worked the same shift), T'Pol would fall asleep the moment she hit the bed, and this worried him. Vulcans could go weeks on end without measurable rest. Then, she was somewhat more snappish at everyone, like yelling at Malcolm for not being able to align the torpedoes better. He had gotten them to .15, which was better than he'd ever gotten. Finally, he had enough of this and called her to the ready room one day after she used a much too sharp tone with Hoshi over something trivial.

"T'Pol," he began, "I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but you need to be a little more respectful to the feelings of the rest of this crew."

"I haven't meant to be hurtful," she replied quietly. Jonathon believed her, as she wasn't a spiteful person.

"That's not all," he continued. "I'm a little worried with all the sleeping you've been doing lately. Could you stop by sick bay sometime today?"

"Are you ordering me to?" she asked. T'Pol was a difficult person to get to sick bay on her own.

"You know I'm not going to," he told her indignantly. "I'm not asking you as your captain to go. Please? I'm more than a little worried about this behavior of yours, too."

"Very well, Jonathon." She turned around, and he noticed her suit was partially unzipped. He placed a hand on her shoulder to zip it back up.

"Thank you," she replied.

She walked out and Jonathon sat down in his desk and sighed. "I hope she's all right."

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Phlox finished weighing Ensign Sato during her check up.

"Ahh," he said to himself. "You are gaining weight just nicely. Four kilos this week. How do you feel, Hoshi?"

"Bloated," she snapped out. "Can I go now?"

"Of course," Phlox said and Hoshi got off the scale and walked out as T'Pol stepped in.

"Subcommander," Hoshi stated quickly with a nod. T'Pol walked over to Phlox.

"Hello, T'Pol. What may I do for you, hmm?"

"Jonathon insists that I should see you," she told him as she stepped onto the bio bed that was nearest to her and Phlox pulled out a tricorder.

"I'm sure there's a reason for the captain's concern. What are your symptoms?"

"Jonathon says I've become very agitated as of late, especially over...trivial matters."

"Hmm..." Phlox said. "This scanner does show elevated hormone levels, as well as an increase in weight. One point five kilos to be exact, which is why your zipper is undone right now."

Self-conciously, T'Pol reached behind her shoulder blade to find that the zipper had indeed come loose again. As she did this, T'Pol noticed that Phlox's scans of her body had narrowed to her midriff and he seemed slightly more joyous that usual.

"Tell me, Sub-Commander," he began to ask, "have you noticed in increase in your fluid intake over the past few weeks?"

She paused as she thought on it. Upon recollection, T'Pol had been drinking four cups of mint tea a day instead of her usual two for the last three days. "Now since you bring it up, yes."

"And your sleep patterns? Getting more rest that usual?"

"That is correct," T'Pol replied.

He nodded happily. "Well, then everything's fine."

"Doctor?" she asked. There would be an occasion where everything was fine, but it couldn't be... she and Jonathon weren't even the same species.

He chuckled. "Oh, of course. I must congratulate you and Captain Archer. This may be a bit of a shock, but you're pregnant."

T'Pol remained silent and did not move. She blinked twice. Suddenly, she felt an illogical feeling of nervousness by this statement.

"T-t-that's impossible," she tried to say. "Vulcans and humans have never been able to produce offspring together. Are you q-quite sure of your results, Doctor?"

"I wouldn't have told you so if I didn't think so," he replied and placed a hand on her back to help her down off the biobed. "My, this will make excellent news for my friend, Dr. Lucas. Have I ever told you about him...Are you okay, T'Pol?" It was then that Phlox realized T'Pol didn't seem like herself

"I'm fine, thank you. I merely need time to adjust to this news." She looked away. "You haven't told me how long I've been…expectant."

He looked at the tricorder. "About three weeks now."

She nodded.

"I'll need you and the captain both to meet me tomorrow morning, so I can explain some things to you…unless you plan to tell him later."

"No," she said quickly. "I'll tell him before tomorrow. Thank you."

As soon as she stepped onto the ground, the comm link opened.

"Ready Room to sick bay," Archer called. "Did T'Pol see you yet?"

T'Pol looked over at Phlox, feeling downright anxious. Phlox answered the comm.

"Um, she did. She's on her way to get some rest till dinner." Phlox looked over at her when he said this. "I don't think it's best to disturb her till then."

"All right, Archer out."

Phlox returned next to her. "That should buy you some time to get your thoughts together. It's only 1330 hours. You will be fine, right?"

"After some rest," she stated and walked out the sick bay.

This was most certainly surprising news to her. She was pregnant. Perhaps Phlox was mistaken…no, she was certain he was correct. She wasn't certain if she was up to the task of being a mother, however.

TBC

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From Anna Yolei:

Well, things will get interesting from here, that's for certain. I hope to update soon, but my schedule's very, very tight.

Chapter Three: You're WHAT?!?!?!-T'Pol breaks the news to Jonathon.