A/N: I changed this chapter a little bit, because I didn't like how they just dove into conversation about Kamea. I figured they should talk about something else first, and also I had an idea about a moment during movie night, so I wanted to bring it up beforehand.

After Archer's shift on the bridge, he retired to his cabin. He was exhausted. He spent much of his free time puzzling over everything Phlox had collected regarding Kamea, and he didn't think he could take any more, but he was at a loss. Her story was highly implausible, but she had the medical evidence to back it up. Phlox had analyzed her DNA and identified both the human and Vulcan genomes, determined that the brownish color of her blood was due to the balance of copper and iron, and isolated the primary zones of her brain. But to Archer, none of it made any sense. He didn't think it was possible for Vulcans and humans to reproduce; T'Pol had told him as much. So he found it hard to accept that there was a Vulcan/human hybrid older than him wandering around the universe.

For the first few days, she'd kept to herself, and Archer was personally glad. It meant less of a chance of her causing trouble. But then Archer started seeing her around more often, mostly in the mess hall and engineering when he went to check on Trip's progress. He didn't like watching her poke around the engines, despite Trip's insistence that she was a reincarnation of Zefram Cochrane. Archer finally asked Trip to tell Kamea that she wasn't allowed in engineering when Trip wasn't there to supervise. Trip's characteristic response had been that he wasn't a babysitter and that Kamea didn't need one anyway, as she was at least twice his age.

Archer set down the PADD he'd been examining and dug the heels of his hands into his eyes. When he glanced at the chronometer, he realized that he had approximately five minutes until dinner with Trip and T'Pol. It was such a rarity to get them both at the table at once anymore that he didn't want to miss it.

Both his first officer and his chief engineer were there when he arrived, and both stood when he entered.

"Do my eyes deceive me?" Archer said. "My two commanders are in the same room. I must be hallucinating."

Trip groaned and rolled his eyes, but T'Pol said, "Captain, I assure you that it is no hallucination."

Archer smiled. "Thanks for clearing that up, T'Pol." He sat down and the other two followed suit. The steward served them their meals. They ate in silence for a while, and Archer's eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them.

Finally, Trip broke the silence. "Hey, Cap'n, what would you think 'bout startin' movie night up again?"

Archer lifted his eyes from his steak, only to find that the chief engineer wasn't looking at him. "Any particular reason?"

Trip shrugged and finally met the captain's gaze. "It used to be a pretty regular occurrence. Things with the Xindi threw us all out of whack, and I think it'd be a good idea to get back to some kind of normal routine."

Archer mulled over the decision, leaving an opening for T'Pol. "I believe the crew has more important things to focus on than movie night."

Trip scoffed. "I don't think so, T'Pol. I mean, we got a bunch of new crewmembers trying to fit in. Movie night's a good social atmosphere. They can get to know their crewmates."

T'Pol raised an eyebrow. "How do they expect to 'get to know' their crewmates when they are generally not permitted to speak during the film?"

"It's not that," Trip said, shaking his head, as if in disbelief. "It's a good conversation piece. I've noticed that some of our new people are havin' some trouble fittin' in, and I just thought this would help. Besides, I've kinda missed it."

Archer didn't need three guesses to know to whom Trip was referring, and he figured that he should interrupt before this became another of their infamous arguments. "So, Trip, how are things going in engineering?"

"Is that your subtle way of askin' if Kamea's stayin' outta trouble?" Trip asked, cutting a ridiculously large piece of steak and popping it in his mouth. "'Cause she is. Though she doesn't like bein' chaperoned and I've got too much to do to worry 'bout keepin' an eye on someone who could teach Jeffries a thing or two 'bout engineerin'."

T'Pol glanced at Trip, visibly disgusted with his eating habits, which hadn't happened for over a year. "Captain Archer is quite right to want to keep her under supervision. We know nothing about her."

Trip looked at her in astonishment. "She's your cousin."

"I see no reason to believe her story. She has offered no evidence to substantiate her claim."

Archer cleared his throat. "Actually, that's not entirely accurate."

T'Pol raised an eyebrow. "What isn't accurate?"

"The no evidence part," Archer said. "Phlox wanted to know if she was telling the truth, so he ran a sample of her DNA against a sample of yours."

"What did he find?" Trip asked, scraping his fork across his plate.

"Enough of a correlation between the two to convince him that she is who she says she is."

Archer's ears perked as T'Pol snorted. It was such an uncharacteristic response that both he and Trip looked up in mild shock. "Impossible," T'Pol said. "My mother was an only child."

Archer shook his head. T'Pol was nothing if not stubborn. It was the time travel debacle all over again. "Phlox also told me that Kamea mentioned her father's name. I thought if you heard it, it might jog your memory." And it definitely answers more than a few questions, Archer thought.

He searched T'Pol's face for a reaction and thought he detected discomfort in her features. She shifted in her seat and looked at him; she obviously wasn't about to stoop to asking for the name. He sighed and stared at his dinner. Phlox had told him the name of Kamea's father, and Archer hadn't believed him. But why would Kamea lie about something like that, especially when she clearly had profound respect for her father? When Archer glanced up again, he saw that Trip was now looking at him expectantly, and only then did he remember just how much this knowledge affected his chief engineer, too.

"Don't keep us in suspense, Cap'n," Trip said, his mouth full of steak. "Inquirin' minds wanna know."

Archer cleared his throat. "Apparently, Kamea claims that her father's name was Lorian."

Trip's fork fell from his hand with a clatter. His mouth was open and his eyes were wide as he stared across the table at nothing. T'Pol's face showed no reaction, but she stiffened noticeably. Her dark eyes met the captain's. "She is obviously lying."

Archer shook his head. He'd already thought of that. "I had Phlox check her records. She's on the level. Lorian's name is on her birth certificate." He glanced at Trip, who was still agog. "Her mother's name was Kalea Ululani." He saw Trip's expression change slightly. "Name ring a bell, Trip?"

"I thought it was an urban legend," the chief engineer said, his voice barely a whisper, obviously still digesting what Archer had just told them.

T'Pol's eyebrow lifted. "Is that name supposed to hold some significance?"

Trip didn't seem capable of intelligent conversation, so Archer explained. "She was a cadet in the early days of Starfleet. Supposedly a brilliant engineer. One day, the Vulcans went to command and asked that she be expelled from the academy. Never told them exactly why, just that she had done the Vulcan people a great injustice. Rumor started to spread that she'd married a Vulcan." Archer stared at T'Pol, willing her to speak. "Anything to add?"

Her face was expressionless. "As you said, Captain, it was just a rumor."

"But it's not, though, is it?" When T'Pol didn't respond, Archer slammed his hand on the table. "Damnit, T'Pol, I want an answer! And if you even think the word 'classified', I'll confine you to quarters."

T'Pol's blank stare lasted several moments before her face dissolved into a frustrated look. "Lorian used to contact my mother. She never spoke of him in front of me. It was as though he never existed. He brought great shame upon our family."

"Then why'd you name our son after him?" Trip asked.

T'Pol furrowed her brow. "We do not have a son, Commander. I assume my counterpart found the name appropriate, given the situation."

"The blanket," Trip said, his voice hoarse. "The name on the blanket. You knew. You knew the whole time."

She averted her eyes. "Yes. I was…uncertain of how to tell you."

Archer immediately felt uncomfortable. This conversation was straying in a direction that he had not wished it to go, and it was sure to end badly. He should have suspected that Trip and T'Pol's relationship had progressed – what with the arrival of their son – but he had been in denial. He had always harbored less than platonic feelings for his first officer, and he didn't appreciate the competition, especially from his best friend. Trip and T'Pol had a volatile relationship, and Archer used to joke that Trip must be sweet on the Vulcan because of the way he purposely picked fights with her. Archer had seen the way Trip reacted to T'Pol's marriage, the way the two had avoided each other after Enterprise's re-launch. Perhaps he had been willingly ignoring what was right in front of his face.

Trip turned slowly to face Archer. "So Kamea is telling the truth?"

Archer nodded. "Phlox seems to think so."