Awakening

T'Pol blinked her eyes a couple of times before opening them completely. Light flooded her eyes blinding her temporarily.

She was lying down, but every muscle in her body felt tense and unused. Struggling, T'Pol tried to sit up.

"T'Pol." A faint voice said. It was Doctor Phlox, but he sounded fuzzy, for lack of a better term. She saw him, but her sight didn't seem right, almost like a delayed reaction.

"Doctor." T'Pol slurred. Slurred? Why am I like this? What happened? T'Pol held her head in her hands; it throbbed deeply.

Doctor Phlox walked over to the intercom. "Captain Archer and Commander Tucker, please report to Sickbay."

Returning over to T'Pol, Doctor Phlox got out his tricorder and began scanning T'Pol's vital signs.

"How are you feeling?" Phlox asked.

"Strange. My vision is blurred, my head throbs and my muscles are all stiff. I also feel like I'm going to be sick." T'Pol replied, placing her hand on her stomach.

"That's just the effects of your illness, nothing to worry about. As for the sickness, it's normal with your condition." Phlox reassured her.

"What condition?" T'Pol asked.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Phlox evaded her question.

"Lying next to Trip after I had returned to the Enterprise." T'Pol replied.

"Good. No memory loss." Phlox chuckled.

T'Pol hardly found her experience amusing. "Memory loss? Doctor, would you kindly tell me what's going on?"

Before the doctor could answer, Trip and the Captain came fumbling through the doors. Trip just stood there for a moment, gazing at T'Pol. After closer examination, T'Pol realised that her cuts had been cured and her bruises were going down. T'Pol still felt a little confused as to why everyone was acting so strange. Trip came over and hugged T'Pol.

"Are you alright?" Trip asked, then turning to Doctor Phlox. "Is she alright?"

"She'll be fine." Phlox answered, calming Trip down.

"Would someone like to explain what's going on? The last thing I remember is sleeping in my bed last night, I wake up this morning in Sickbay and you're all acting strange." T'Pol said, frustrated. Frustrated and tired.

"Last night? Didn't Phlox tell you?" The Captain sounded shocked.

"I was about to before you came in." Phlox muttered.

"Darlin', you've been unconscious for 2 weeks." Trip said. T'Pol was speechless. That couldn't be right. Could it? It kind of made sense. The muscle relaxant, fuzziness and blurred vision could all be caused by a lack of using them.

"Why?" T'Pol managed to choke out. Trip, Archer and Phlox looked at each other as if they were telepathically talking about her.

"When I woke up, you weren't breathing. I rushed you to Sickbay and after Phlox had resuscitated you, he told us that the drugs pumped into you had a delayed reaction to your bloodstream, which resulted in a complete collapse of the systems in your body." Trip explained.

"To be truthful, we didn't think you would be able to pull yourself out of the coma for a very, very long time." Phlox added.

"Thank you doctor." Captain Archer supplied subtly.

"Travis to Captain Archer." The intercom buzzed.

"Captain Archer here, go ahead Travis." The Captain replied.

"You're needed on the bridge."

"On my way." The Captain switched off. He turned to T'Pol apologetically. "Hope you feel better T'Pol, I need my science officer back."

"Yes sir." T'Pol answered. With that, the Captain left for the bridge.

After the Captain had left, T'Pol noticed that Doctor Phlox looked a bit twitchy, to put it bluntly. He left herself and Trip alone, probably sensing that they needed it.

"So how are you?" Trip asked awkwardly.

"Confused mostly, and a bit queasy. And you?" T'Pol answered.

"Relieved." Trip smiled. "I gotta tell you, when I woke up and you weren't breathing, it was the scariest thing that had ever happened to me." Trip confessed.

"But you got me here." T'Pol embraced him on the very lumpy and uncomfortable bed. It hurt seeing T'Pol wearing all of those life support wires sticking out at her from all angles. It didn't look right.

"We need to stick together more, okay darlin'." Trip smiled and T'Pol nodded. She was still dealing with her emotional issues, which had only seemed to grow when she was with Trip, but T'Pol had a feeling deep inside of her that something was not right.

Trip and T'Pol shared one final stare before Doctor Phlox reappeared taking out his tricorder. "Well, your bruises are healing nicely and your cuts have been cleaned up. Now that you're awake, it signifies that the drug is moving through your body and should be drained out of you within the next couple of days." Phlox analysed, shutting down his tricorder.

"If the drug would have passed through me in the next week, how could I have been in a coma?" T'Pol questioned.

"If you hadn't of woken up when you did, the drug would have left traces around your body so much as to leave you neurologically damaged." Phlox explained. "But that won't happen now. You will be very tired over the next few days, but you won't be in danger. I recommend that you return to work after 2 weeks of resting."

T'Pol and Trip exchanged appreciative glances to the doctor. They grabbed each other's hand for support.

"There's one other thing you should be aware of." Phlox took a deep breath. "Sub-Commander, I may have found the cause of your emotional outbreaks and the queasiness you mentioned earlier."

"Well great, what is it?" Trip smiled. Finally, some answers.

"When I scanned your vital signs, I noticed that something was out of place. At the time I presumed it was just the beginning of an illness which would have the affect of the common cold, but after looking into it more thoroughly, it may be a little more serious than that." Phlox began.

"You mean she could get violently ill again?" Trip asked, his worry returning.

"No, no, nothing like that. As it turns out, your body is going through a lot of pressure and it needs a way to dispel some of that energy, hence the outbursts." Phlox explained.

"Okay, but that doesn't explain why it's happening now." Trip pushed. T'Pol was getting increasingly uncomfortable and anxious.

"It seems that the Commander and yourself have created a foetus, which was most likely the reason you came out of your coma as fast as you did, that's why." Phlox breathed.

T'Pol and Trip exchanged glances, not fully hearing what the doctor had just said.

"Doctor, are you saying that I'm…"

"Pregnant." Phlox smiled. "Congratulations."

THE END