SOS Part Trois

A/N: This fic is dedicated to Trek United for their exhaustive efforts, to all those who have worked so hard on Enterprise, and of course all those who kindly reviewed and wanted more:)

The doorbell chimed.

"Come in!"

T'Pol entered Archer's make-shift ready room promptly ignoring that fact that the two of the four walls were already in storage somewhere. There would have been no walls if not for Reed's quick thinking and a phaser pistol. "You wanted to see me, Captain."

Archer despondently handed the PADD to T'Pol. Her brow furrowed as she read the article. "So Trek United has fallen," she said solemnly.

Archer nodded. "Despite 3 million it's fallen. It's official. No fifth season. It gets worse. Read on."

T'Pol continued to read. When she finished she still managed to keep her emotions under control instead of flinging the PADD against one of the two remaining walls. "I for one, and I'm sure I can speak for the rest of the crew, will refuse to be in the holodeck and meet with Commander Riker to discuss our feelings.' I must admit Captain I'm finding this more and more insulting by the moment. Besides this, I can find no records in the Trek database on his qualifications. He appears to be practicing psychiatry without a proper license."

"We might not have a choice," said Archer bitterly. "How's Trip holding up?"

"I am concerned about him. Several crew members have reporting him muttering the word "sabotage" while he looks at the engines."

"Well that'd be one way of stopping the finale. They can't decommission us if we can't get back to Earth."

T'Pol knew that Archer's mood would infect the rest of the crew just as it was affecting her now. The crew needed its Captain now more than ever. "Is there anything we can do? How is the revision of the finale coming?"

"Miserable." Archer's desk was covered with papers of all of the crew's ideas. He picked up pages at random. "Travis has made himself Captain of Enterprise A. Someone, I can't tell from the handwriting, has the Orion slave girls coming back on board. Malcolm really wants the 'Red Alert' to be called the 'Reed Alert.' Hmmm…I'm thinking Hoshi forgave Malcolm for his earlier comment if this page is any indication. Phlox has decided that he also, besides being the ship's doctor, should be the ship's counselor and morale officer. This one has little red hearts encircling 'Archer and T'Pol forever…'"

T'Pol raised an eyebrow.

Archer, realizing his slip, grinned sheepishly, crumbled up the piece of paper and made a hook shot to the waste paper basket. "Sorry about that! Have no idea where that came from!"

"Captain, is there any thing the crew does agree on for the finale?"

Archer immediately brightened. "Yes there is. Let me see." Archer rummaged around for his, "Things the Crew Agrees On List." "Yes, here it is. Okay. Number One: Trip does not die. Number Two: Only Enterprise Cast Members on the Series Finale of Enterprise. Number Three: Enterprise gets a feature film. and Number Four:..." Archer trailed off.

"Captain?"

"Well I've already taken care of number four."

"This wouldn't have anything to do with Lt. Reed's earlier MACO suggestion would it? Violence will not help the situation, Captain."

"Who said anything about violence?" asked Archer innocently. "I'm merely detaining a person…or two…"

T'Pol gave him "the look" and made a mental note to check the brig. For all she knew the entire UPN and Paramount execs might be in there. And the brig wasn't that big. There was obviously no reasoning with him. "At least the finale will diffuse any tension among the shippers. None of the shippers will be happy apparently with it. Actually the consensus is that no Enterprise fan will be happy. Well if my presence is required further…"

"…I'll let you know."

T'Pol nodded and proceeded to the door. Before exiting, she turned back to Archer now slumped at his desk with the piles and piles of ideas for the finale. "There are two things you should keep that have been included in finale we've been given-you being the architect of the Federation Charter and our hug. Captain, the crew and fans will be here for you, as I have been and always shall be."

Archer, touched beyond words, smiled. His heart overflowed with emotion. "Don't worry, T'Pol. We'll find a way to bring Trip back. I still have a few contacts at a fan fiction site I know about. They've got their own Star Trek: Enterprise section. I'll see what I can do."

If Archer didn't know better he would have sworn he saw a faint glimmer of a smile before she departed him leaving him alone with his thoughts. He was damn lucky to have T'Pol…Trip…Hoshi…Phlox…Malcolm…and Travis in his life. He would not let them go silently into that night. He would rage, rage, rage against the dying of the light…or…basically rage against certain people's idea of a "valentine" to Enterprise fans.