Archer moved forward and bent down to next to Trip, they both couldn't believe their eyes. They were both beginning to think this was a dream, but it all felt too real. The other officers carefully moved in and began to spread out to check things, but not after gazing at Trip and Archer for a few seconds.

Trip was looking at the form of an unconscious young human girl. He had his fingers placed up against her neck looking for a pulse.

"She's alive." He said, in pure disbelief. How on earth did she get there, lying unconscious on the floor next to the warp core in engineering? Both Trip and Archer knew that this was going to be one long day.

Looking at the girl, it was almost as if he was looking in a mirror. The girl looked almost exactly like Trip. The hair colour was the same, even if it was a little longer, and the nose was the same shape, skin colour, cheekbones, everything was the same as Trip's. Even a small birthmark on her left hip was exactly the same as the commander's.

Her clothes consisted of a long piece of thin lilac materiel tied around her waist like a skirt and a light blue t-shirt. She had no shoes or socks on and she looked rather cold.

"Let's get her to sickbay."

Trip nodded and picked her up. He carried her out of engineering, with his crew watching as he left.

Upon arriving in sickbay he gently laid her down on a bio-bed and watched as Phlox moved over and began talking scans. Archer and Trip stood back and waited for the results.

"This is a human female." He reported after a few minutes, carefully placing his scanner back onto a nearby table.

"Who is she?" Archer looked at some data displayed on the large screen.

"She is a near perfect replica of Commander Tucker."

"How can that be?" Trip asked, hardly moving.

"Her genetic profile is almost identical to yours Commander. What ever you were doing down in engineering obviously… created her."

"You're saying I've created a life form?" Trip was even more puzzled. Phlox just nodded his head in response. "How the hell did she end up with my DNA?"

"Probably from when you were thrown into a coma. Obviously you left a very small trace of skin, a hair, and your tests got mixed up with the sample and created it."

Trip sighed heavily putting his hand on his hips and then wiping one hand down his face. He looked at Archer who hadn't really said a lot. He was still trying to take all this information in.

"At least nothing went wrong." Trip paused as he noticed Archer's facial expression. It was one of disagreement… "It just didn't go according to plan." He added. He looked at the child. She couldn't have been more than 17 years old.

Archer then moved over to her and looked at her hard.

"She'll be ok… won't she?"

"From what I can see there's nothing wrong with her. She's in perfect health." Phlox moved and stood next to the captain. Trip stayed back and continued to try and figure out what was happening.

A groaning from the bed caused him to look over and all three noticed she was beginning to stir. She slowly opened her eyes and found herself starring into the eyes of Archer.

"Are you ok?" He asked as he helped her to sit up.

"Yeah, thanks Cap'n." She replied. Her voice had the same accent as Trip's, but how she knew who she was speaking to was even more of a confusion than it all had been before she woke up.

"Who are you?" Archer asked.

"My name's Trip."

Everyone just starred blankly.

"You're name can't be Trip… that's my name!" Trip now moved over to the bed standing the other side of Phlox.

"Why not? You're sister she was called Elizabeth and you have an Elizabeth Cutler working on this ship!" The young girl argued back. Her argument surprised all three men that she knew things about them and their ship.

"That's different. Trip is my nickname."

"Can we just please calm down."

"Sorry sir." Trip and the girl chimed back in perfect unison. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and continued to watch Archer. The captain looked back and forth between the two of them a couple of times.

"Why don't we give you a different name?" Archer suggested as he gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

"But I like Trip." She replied.

"Then a name similar to Trip." Trip responded. "Err…. Trin for example…. No one else I know has that name."

The girl scrunched up her face in detest.

"Trif?" Phlox suggested. The girl continued to use her scrunched up face.

"Are you actually being serious about this?"

"Of course we are." Archer smiled a little bit, but it was obvious to him that she didn't fully believe him. "How about… Trix?"

The girl sat and thought for a second while she thought about the name Trix. "I guess it's different enough, but still the same. There wouldn't be any confusion with that name would there?"

"Not an obvious one I can see."

She looked at Archer with a slight smile on her face. "Ok. Trix it is then."

"Good. I'm glad we got that sorted. Is that all right with you Trip?"

"Sounds fine to me."

A growling noise was then heard and Trix placed a hand on her stomach.

"You hungry?"

she looked at Trip and nodded.

"Take her to the mess hall and find her some food. You may have to raid the galley." Archer watched as Trip helped the girl off the bed and they walked out together.

"What are we going to do with her?"

"I don't know." Archer replied and leftsickbay to go and sit up in his ready room.