Phoebe was sitting on the edge of her bed. Jack was sitting with his back to her, as if he were working at the station that Travis worked at, and Charles wasn't paying any attention to them at all, instead he was having fun with his car. His shiny blue car that Trip had bought him when they had been to earth just 2 weeks before. Both of them were wearing blue tops with small pockets, which Trip and Archer had gotten the quartermaster to make for them so that they could pretend they were Starfleet officers. "Now, Ensign Jack. I want you to go and check that our engine is working." Phoebe said pointing at her young friend.

"No! That's Charles' job!" He cried as he turned around pointing at little Charles who was crawling over the floor as he pushed his little toy car around, under the desk, under the chair and around his sister and friend.

"I don't care. I want you to go and check it this time." She said as she crossed her arms in front of her chest and frowned at the Admiral's son.

"Ok. I go and find engine room." He turned and moved away, then turned back to face his pretend Captain. "Where is engine room?" he asked. Phoebe sighed before giving her answer.

"It's in the bathroom, remember, the shower unit! Now run, because I think there's a problem with it and it might explode!" she reminded him, making his eyes go wide in excitement at the mention of an explosion.

"Thank you Phoebe… err Captain Phoebe." He said and ran off into the bathroom.

"Now Charles…" But before she could finish what she was going to say, wailing was heard from the bathroom. She quickly rushed in to find Jack sitting on the floor in tears, blood flowing down his face. He had run into the bathroom too quickly, bumped into the table and knocked the knife that was sitting precariously on the edge. She realised her father must've left it there by accident, meaning to wash it up after he had his dinner in his quarters the night before. The knife was now lying on the floor, blood stained on the sharp blade of it and Jack had one hand on his cheek. "Jack what happened?" She said moving over and bending down to him, but he was in so many tears that he couldn't answer. Phoebe quickly grabbed a towel from the rail, telling Jack to keep it on his cheek. She then picked him up and carried him out.

"Charles, follow me." She said as she opened the door. She knew she shouldn't leave him alone and Jack needed to get to sickbay quickly. Charles stood up and moved out following Phoebe and Jack, taking his car with him. It wasn't long before the trio came across an Ensign and he took over carrying Jack for Phoebe, taking them to sickbay.

For a few weeks after that incident Phoebe had stayed well away from both Jack and Archer. It wasn't really her fault that the accident had happened, Jack had just been running too fast, but then again she had told him to run and gotten him all excited.

"My dad told me you were dead." Phoebe finally said turning to Lizzie and slightly coming out from behind Malcolm.

"No. The Xindi took me before attacking. I was transported onto the probe then onto another ship that was nearby." She replied. "Why they did that I don't know when they wanted to destroy humanity."

"Maybe for tests, or experiments." Malcolm replied. "If you remember sir Rajiin said they had been building a bio-weapon." Archer slightly nodded, remembering what Rajiin had done on the ship. The truth really wasn't known. And the reason why they had her on that ship was also unknown. Nobody could quite understand the Xindi.

"What's going to happen with me?" She asked turning to Archer.

"Well take you back to earth. I'm sure your parents will be eager to know that you're still alive." Archer then looked at Phoebe, the subject of returning to Earth gave him the opportunity to try and mend things with Phoebe. "I've also been contacted by Admiral Hargreaves. Cadet Maholne has dropped out so there is now a free space at the academy. He's trying to find someone to fill it. I thought I'd put your name down as a possible candidate Phoebe." Surprised covered Phoebe's face as she looked up at Archer. She couldn't believe what he was saying.

"Sir, I can't leave, not when my dad is like this."

"I realise this." He said. "This happened yesterday, before this whole incident happened. It's most likely that when we get to earth Trip will be fine." Archer reassured her. Phoebe was not used to him being so … nice to her.

"Phoebe you've always wanted to Join Starfleet, now's the opportunity, it may not come again." Hoshi said, placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder. Phoebe looked at her mother. She turned and looked at the doors, looking through the window. She could just about see Phlox as he began to stitch up Trip, hoping that the operation was going to be a success.

"You don't have to give your answer now." Archer said. Phoebe turned back round to face him. "You can have a few days, as long as it takes to know exactly how Trip will be." Phoebe nodded her head. She realised that Archer had finally, after several years, forgiven her for his son's injury, albeit she was a little annoyed that it had taken him this long. At that moment the doors behind her swooshed open and Phlox came out. "Well Phlox?" Archer asked. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the doctor standing in his blue overall, some blood splattered on it, but not that much.

"The operation is finished. But I shall leave him on the machine for a while so that I can be certain the body won't reject the new lung. So far there have been no complications." He explained, trying to keep the medical babble to a minimum so that everyone could understand him.

"How long will that take?" Quad asked.

"A couple of days. You can go in and see him if you want."

Phoebe was the first to rush through the doors to her father's side, with the rest of her family following close behind her. Archer, Malcolm and Jack were the last through.

For the next two days there was always someone by Trip's side. When Hoshi was needed on shift Phoebe stayed with him, and when she went off to get food or went to sleep Quad took over, and Lizzie was there practically the whole time. Phlox was regularly keeping watch over his patient and he noted that the two days were now up. It was during a shift that Phoebe was with him that he decided to try and turn off the machine and see if Trip could breath by himself, Lizzie was asleep in some quarters, insomnia had gone and she had been extremely tired. Phoebe agreed that they should at least try… the one shot that her father had to live. If they didn't try he would probably be connected to the machine for the rest of his life, and nobody wanted that.

Phlox moved to the side of the machine and pressed the on/off button. The machine stopped whirring and soon things went quiet. Phlox had his scanner out and was noting that Trip was still breathing. Phoebe watched as her father's chest went up and down slowly with each breath he took. She looked at Phlox after a few minutes.

"It's worked?" She finally asked.

"I believe it has." Replied a fairly happy doctor. Phoebe sighed a sigh of relief. Trip wasn't out of the clear yet, it's very possible that the lung may not work, she knew that, but at least the next step to his recovery had been successful. She ran her hand through her hair as she moved over to a COMM panel and hit the button.

"Phoebe to the bridge."

"Archer here." Came the reply.

"Sir, we've switched the machine off. My dad's still breathing. It looks like the lung may work." The bridge was silent for a few short moments and Phoebe knew that everyone up there was sighing relief. Tension built up from worry was being released and Phoebe could hear it loud and clear.

"Thanks Phoebs. I'll be down later."

The young girl smiled slightly… that was the first time she had ever heard Archer call her 'Phoebs'. She could tell just by that they were finally becoming friends. Phoebe moved away from the COMM panel and looked at her dad. All she wanted now was a hug from someone. As if he had read her mind Phlox had moved round and had placed an arm gently round her shoulders. She smiled slightly at him and gave him a light hug.