Chapter 15

T'Pol continued to run with agents on her tail.

"Hurry Wes! They're on my ass!" She shouted.

Wes frantically clicked his keyboard quickly getting her an exit. All Tripp could do was watch helplessly as the woman he now realized he loved was running for her life. He took the headset from Wes.

"T'Pol, you better get your ass back here!"

"I'm trying, Tripp. I'm trying."

"Got one!" Wesley said in triumph.

T'Pol kept running and looking over her shoulder as Agent Torres was following closely behind her at equal speed.

"You have to go to The Castro district. It's an old bath house!" Wesley told her.

She was still running through the crowd until she reached The Castro. She looked so out of place being the only female alien among a bunch gay men both alien and human holding hands, but she continued to run from Agent Torres until she reached the bath house. She rushed in.

"Ma'am! You can't go in there!" The door man shouted.

"It's room 1701." Wesley told her.

She ran up the flight of steps past three naked men wrapped in white towels, not too long after that, they writhed in pain only to morph into agents Janeway, Torres and Hansen. T'po, heard a com beeping loudly and followed the sound that finally lead her to room 1701. She is bloody and broken but she finally made as she busted down the door to answer the com.

Outside of the ship, sentinels were ripping the outer helm apart as they swarmed around Enterprise. They could hear the sounds of the machines as they dropped onto the ship as it was being torn apart.

"It's ringing." Wesley told them.

"Good." Archer said.

Just as T'Pol reached the room and walked towards the com and then she felt a phaser being pointed at her head. She turned to find Agent Janeway staring back at her from behind her dark sunglasses. T'Pol could move or even think at that moment. And then Janeway fired at her chest.

Back in engineering, her body jerked and the monitors around her went flat-line. Archer was frozen in disbelief. All Tripp could do was cry.

In room 1701, Janeway fired two more shots at her. She fell to the red shag carpeting as her green blood made a puddle beneath her. Agent Janeway stood over her, still firing and taking no chances. A few moments later agents Torres and Hansen stood on each side of her.

"Check her." Janeway ordered.

Through the opening in engineering one of sentinels had already gotten in and was charging at the trio. Archer grabbed a phaser rifle and started firing on the mechanical animal as he let out a war cry. Meanwhile, Tripp just stood over her, crying tears and shaking his head..

"No, no, no! T'Pol you're not dead! You can't be dead!"

Kneeling beside her Agent Torres checked her vital signs.

"She is exterminated." Torres told her leader.

Janeway smiled.

"I told you couldn't win." She said to the dead vulcan.

Back on the ship a stray phaser from one of the sentinels hit Wesley, sending him flying. They couldn't hold off much longer and then Archer lunged for the self-destruct button. By this time Tripp was close to T'Pol and whispering into her ear.

"You're right here. I'm holding you T'Pol. I'm not letting you go. Do you hear me? I'm not letting you go."

The three women walked to the turbo lift leaving T'Pol's body behind.

Back in engineering, Archer was about to push the self destruct button.

"Goddammit, T'Pol Don't give up! Not now!" Tripp cried.

Back in the hallway T'Pol's eyes snapped open.

On Enterprise her life signs began again. Both Wesley and Archer stared in disbelief like they had just witnessed a miracle.

"Now get up!" Tripp ordered.

Back in the hallway, T'Pol stood up on her feet now facing Janeway who looked on disbelief. It was impossible! She was dead! How could she come back to life after shooting her multiple times with a phaser pistol? She glared at the vulcan as she stood there and gave the agent the finger.

"NO!" Janeway yelled.

Back on Enterprise, the sentinel blew a hole in Archer's right arm as he screamed in pain. He still refused to budge from the self-destruct button even though he was bleeding almost to death.

In the hallway Janeway rushed towards T'Pol. She lunged at her throwing every punch but the vulcan easily blocked her with every move she made with no effort at all. With one punch she knocked Janeway on her ass. Janeway slowly got up and then T'Pol ran at her, entering her body. A few moments later Janeway writhed in pain and finally exploded in a flash of light as she screamed. Both agent Torres and Hansen looked at each other and then ran like hell on opposite ends. The com sounded off again and she made her way to the room and flipped it open.

"Now!" Tripp yelled.

Archer pushed the button and there was a blinding flash of light rendering the sentinels helpless. They were now lifeless due the energy surge. T'Pol's eyes fluttered open and Tripp kissed her. He was in tears and relived that she made it back to him in one piece. She reached up to touch his face and then they kissed again.

"I love you T'Pol." He said.

There was a computer screen with a blinking green cursor that flashed steadily, out of nowhere a woman's voice was heard.

"Hello. It is me. I know you're out there. I know you're working as fast as you can to catch me."

The numbers got closer.

"I thought I would call you and let you know how things stand." The woman said in soothing and calm voice.

The numbers had turned into a tight constellation of stars as she continued to speak.

"I know you are quite proud of this planet that you've built, the way it works and all of these nice little rules and such, but I've got some bad news."

And the constellation changed to the inside of a lone com where the female voice was now beginning to sound even more clear.

"I've decided to make a few changes." The woman informed.

"I am going to set minds free and I'm going to show them a galaxy without you, without rules and without borders."

And then she hung up the com, it was T'Pol who was speaking. She walked out of the booth. She wore a long black PVC coat and dark sunglasses, she passed a klingon father, holding hands with his young son who looked no older than eight. He craned his neck to look at the pretty vulcan lady. He watched as she took off in flight, his mouth was wide open in wonder.

"Daddy! Daddy!" He said.

"What is it Alexander?" The father asked.

"That lady! That lady flies!" The child said excitedly.

"Don't be silly son, vulcan's don't fly. Only people from Krypton do." The father told him.

There was a rush of air as the young klingon boy looked up at the flying vulcan woman as she shot straight up over the city. Her coat billowed like a long shiny cape as she soared up, up and away.

THE END?