A/N Thanks to EroSlackerMicha and Mojo01 for their reviews. Reviews really do make my day. At the same time, I take great joy that people are still on this journey with me.

I am still just borrowing these characters from their rightful owners.

As T'Pol and Archer broke apart, Trip rushed over to her; and as only the second man who she not only allowed but welcomed his touch, he softly put his arms on her shoulders and looked into her eyes, "God, it's good to have you back, we all missed you, I missed you."

T'Pol laid her hand softly on his arm, "It is most satisfactory for me to be back, I missed all of you as well."

Then he looked down at the bandage, "What happened, are you all right?"

"I am fine Trip, I sustained an injury when I was captured, but it is almost completely healed."

Just the Phlox broke in, "I will be the judge of that. T'Pol, I need you to come to sickbay immediately."

As Trip stepped back, T'Pol nodded and once more met eyes with Archer. He spoke up, "I should return to the bridge. Doctor, let me know when you have finished."

"Of course, Admiral."

Then turning back to T'Pol, "Do we need a stretcher?"

"No, Doctor, I am quite able to walk."

Everyone then exited the transporter room, Phlox and T'Pol heading for sickbay, Trip to Engineering and Archer to the bridge.

When Archer reached the Bridge, everyone wanted to hear about T'Pol. Informed she was all right and being checked out by Phlox they all were relieved and smiling, saying how glad they were and retuning to their stations.

A few minutes later, Hoshi informed Archer that they were receiving an encrypted message from Ambassador Soval. Once again telling Malcolm he had the Com, he went to his ready room. Soon, Soval's visage appeared on the screen.

"Admiral Archer, it is satisfactory to see you. Have you made progress in finding Captain T'Pol?"

"Yes, we have recovered her. It necessitated entering Orion space, but we will be returning to the rest of our ships in approximately five hours."

Archer had to smile as Soval could not quite completely mask the relief that crossed his face. "That is most satisfactory, Admiral. I will convey that information to the Fleet."

Then he turned serious, "May I ask what you intend to do when you rejoin your fleet?"

"We will be heading to Rigel 5 to check on the condition of Shran's ship and hopefully he will be able to return to the fleet."

"I have been in contact with General Shran. He still needs to do some repairs to his weapons and shields but his engines have been repaired. Apparently, he can do the remaining repairs on his own."

"Admiral, I believe it would be prudent for you to return to the Fleet immediately. All of our intelligence sources are warning that the launching of a new Romulan attack is imminent."

Archer thought for a moment. "Agreed. I will also have General Shran leave immediately also. We will need him if they do attack. I will contact you when we are on our way."

When Trip reached Engineering, he was greeted by Kathy who asked, "How is she?"

"She's fine. She evidently was hurt when they captured her, but seems to be okay."

Kathy was surprised at and ashamed with herself. She certainly had no romantic aspirations for Trip, but she had found herself bothered that Trip had seemed to drift away from her after T'Pol had been captured. It appeared he wanted to deal with it alone. Although she knew his past involvement with her, she had still found herself to be surprised at how much her capture had affected him. She was also a little hurt that he hadn't wanted her to be there for him.

Trip seemed to read her mind, "Hey, I'm sorry I have been kind of distant lately, it's just that I needed to be alone. I didn't want to drag you down with me."

"That's okay, Trip, I understand." After a hesitation, "You know I am here for you though, don't you?"

"I do Kathy, I do, but I just needed to deal with this myself. I guess I didn't realize how important she still was to me."

As they entered sickbay, Phlox told T'Pol to have a seat on one of the bio-beds. After she was seated, he carefully removed the bandage. He then scanned her leg from every angle. He looked up at her, "You apparently suffered some serious damage. The work that was done to correct it is amazing. I doubt if I could have done as well myself. It shows a profound understanding of Vulcan anatomy."

"Yes, Doctor, I was very surprised when I awoke. I was told it was done by a Romulan doctor."

"It is already starting to heal. It should be as good as new in a couple months. I did notice however a great deal of some kind of drug in the leg."

"That is undoubtedly the Anti-scarring drugs they injected me with."

Phlox showed his surprise, "Anti-scarring?" He rescanned her leg, "We have some such drugs on Denobula, but they do not seem to be as effective as these. I would like to take a biopsy sample if you do not mind. Not only could I learn more about them, but should also be sure they do not have any long-term effects."

"I have no problem with that, please proceed."

After he had finished, he told T'Pol he did not feel the bandage was still necessary. He told her she could return to active duty, but to check back with him weekly or if she encountered any discomfort.

T'Pol quickly agreed and thanking Phlox, she could barely hide her satisfaction at being able to return to duty.

She quickly went to her quarters, showered, donned her uniform and went to the Bridge.

As she entered, she could not hide her feelings of how glad she was to be back with them. The Bridge crew greeted her warmly with Hoshi not able to resist giving her a hug.

She then turned to a smiling Jonathan Archer, "Admiral, I have been cleared for duty. With your permission, I will return to my post."

Smiling even more broadly, Archer answered, "Very well, do so." As she turned, he continued in a voice that could not hide his feelings, "It's great to have you back, Captain."

She turned and giving what passed for her smile, "It is most satisfactory to me as well."

When Enterprise exited Orion space, everyone felt relief. Archer had contacted Shran and it turned out that several events had taken place and some decisions had been made. The latest twelve new ships were scheduled to leave Earth in two weeks, so it had been decided that the Tellarite ship would wait for them at the Depot and then proceed with them to rejoin the fleet, leaving one ship to protect the Depot. Meanwhile, the Andorian ship would join with Shran and return immediately to the fleet.

Shran and T'Pol had a conversation with each expressing their satisfaction that both had survived, with T'Pol telling Shran she grieved with him over the loss of Captain Turov and his crew.

Shran had also informed Archer that there was another addition to the Fleet, a hospital ship. The Alliance had converted a freighter into a ship carrying doctors from every planet, hundreds of beds, and medical shuttles to bring the wounded to the ship.

The thought of the need for such a ship and the first deaths suffered by the Alliance brought home to everyone the reality of the war.

The four slain crewmen from Shran's ship were cremated and released into space while a sample of their blood was preserved to be placed on the Wall of Heroes.

As the fleet began their return to the main fleet, Archer found himself at the door of T'Pol's quarters. He knew he probably shouldn't be there, but he also knew he had to be. When she asked him to enter, he saw she was wearing her night outfit. He suddenly wondered if this was such as good idea. But then she came toward him and he took her in his arms and gave her a passionate kiss, which she eagerly returned. Then, without conscious thought, his hand moved up and touched her breast. When she involuntarily gasped, he quickly pulled back, stammering, "I'm sorry, I…."

T'Pol reached out and put a finger on his mouth to silence him, "You do not need to feel sorry, I have long desired for you to do that."

They stared at each other both breathing heavily, each with their own thoughts. T'Pol had been stunned at the rush of desire that simple touch had brought. She wondered what would have happened if he had not stepped back. She also wondered if she was being unfair to Archer and herself. He was not Vulcan, should she hold him to Vulcan norms? Perhaps it was not important that they marry. She knew one thing, if he were to touch her again, she had no desire to stop him.

Archer was fighting for control. Why had he done that? He smirked to himself, because he wanted to, because he wanted to show T'Pol how much he loved her, desired her. But he was also angry with himself. T'Pol had made it clear she wanted to be married, that it was important to her as a Vulcan. Even if she should change her mind, he could not allow her to do so. He must never give her any idea she needed to stop being Vulcan. He did not love her in spite of her being Vulcan, he loved her because she was Vulcan, because that is who she was.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at her and said, "I should go."

T'Pol was disappointed but also relieved.

Archer continued, "I don't think I should do this again. Not because I don't want to, not because I don't want to be with you, because I do, but because I love you too much to have you betray what is important to you and therefore important to me."

T'Pol stared at him and then said, "Thank you, Jonathan." But then she gave him a look that was very human, "But part of me wishes strongly that you were not able to show such restraint."

Archer gave a small, sad smile, "Goodnight, T'Pol" as he reached out two fingers.

She intertwined her fingers with his, "Goodnight, Jonathan."

Archer headed for his quarters, knowing he would need some self-gratification and/or a cold shower.

T'Pol prepared herself for some intense mediation.

A month later, Archer and his fleet had returned to the Fleet with Shran arriving soon after, having completed his repairs enroute. Eleven new Earth ships later arrived, bringing the Earth total to thirty-nine along with the hospital ship. The War Council and Phlox had taken a tour of the Clara Barton, coming away impressed.

Captain Hernandez spent long hours working to incorporate the new ships into her fleet.

Seven of the Vulcan scout ships were moved closer to Romulus.

They all agreed that had done what they could. The next move was up to the Romulans, all they could do was wait.

As Venter and Solon passed through the palace, Venter reflected on what had brought him to this point, and what lie ahead. Although he was supremely confident in his abilities and his men, he knew that there also a whole series of variables at work. The major one of course was the loss of the advantage of cloaking. There also was the fact that though he believed he accurately knew the capabilities of the Andorian and Tellarite ships, there was some question how he would match up against the Vulcans. The real question however was the Earth fleet. No one had ever really faced them; in fact, they had not even existed as short a time as two years before. Now it was estimated they had up to forty ships.

Then of course there was Archer. Venter did not believe in luck or any special destiny. But it was hard not to wonder looking at what Archer had accomplished. It was widely accepted that he was the force behind the Alliance, that he had accomplished what even a few years ago would have been deemed impossible, Andorians, Tellarites and Vulcans fighting as a team. Hell, five years before Earth was largely unknown, and now was a major player.

Then there was the Xindi saga. Although he doubted much of what supposedly had gone on, there was no doubt Archer had done a miraculous job.

Shaking his head internally, he was amazed at what he was thinking. In the end, Archer was an inexperienced leader of a badly flawed fleet, that had never really been tested. No, Archer was no demigod, he was a man who could apparently inspire others. But that would not be enough when it came to the battle itself. Venter knew he was the more experienced leader and his fleet was better trained and more powerful.

After he and Solon had passed through security and entered the Praetor's office, the Praetor rose to greet them, "Ah, Venter, welcome back."

With a slight bow, "Thank you, excellency."

"Have a seat."

As he and Solon sat down, Valdore also returned to his seat. He then continued, "I know that Solon informed you that we had undertaken an attack on the Grand Depot based on a plan submitted by Minister Manok. Unfortunately, I have learned that it ended in failure and it is believed Manok and his ships were destroyed."

Thinking he was expected to speak, Venter answered, "That is unfortunate. I must admit, I was intrigued by the plan as Solon explained it to me."

"Yes, but it should not have been implemented. As I am sure Solon told you, we do not have the luxury of fighting a long war. Each day, the threats against the Empire grow. Much of our past success depended on the image of inevitability, the certainty of victory, that we were unstoppable."

"That image is under serious attack. The worst part is that our own commanders and soldiers are beginning to have doubts. We need to end this war now. With the end of the Alliance and Archer, much of the resistance will lose its momentum. But perhaps even more importantly, it will enable us to concentrate on regaining control of the Empire." He hesitated and then continued, ruefully, "Ironically, we are probably not ready to gain immediately from a victory as far as their home planets are concerned. We first need to get the present Empire in control before attempting to take control of the Alliance planets. But the destruction of their fleet will give us time to do both."

He sat back and turned to Venter, "Enough of that. What do you need? How long before your fleet will be ready?"

"There is really nothing I need. I would like to be sure that all of the fleet is in its best condition. But I was thinking, Is there anyone I can speak to about the Alliance?"

"I am not sure how much we really know. Actually, your best bet may be to speak with some traders that also deal with the planets of the Alliance. You would have to go outside the Core to find them."

"I will do that. I will leave my second in command, Centurion Baldur, to work with the fleet." He hesitated and then said, "Bearing any great changes, I should expect we could leave in three weeks."

Valdore started to rise. As the others followed suit, "Oh, I almost forgot. We have sixty more ships that can accompany your fleet. Captain Darden has recently returned from the Western District and I prevailed upon him to join the operation. If you have no objection?"

Venter struggled to hide his reaction. He really had no interest in adding ships. Much of his success was built on the iron discipline of his fleet. He had complete faith in his commanders and what they could accomplish. He did not want to add another variable. On the other hand, could he really turn the Praetor's offer down? After all, it was sixty more ships and Valdore gave the distinct impression he would not be pleased if his offer was refused.

"Of course not, sir, I welcome his help."

Seeing the Praetor's reaction, he knew he had made the right decision.

Leaving Baldur in charge of preparing the fleet, including working with Darden, Venter took his flagship and traveled to a planet outside the core and still in full control by the Empire to talk with traders.

Out of uniform, he took crewman Torook with him and traveled to a local gathering place for outsiders. Nursing a Romulan Ale, he struck up a conversion with a Rigelian trader named Tronk. He found he did not need to pry, everyone seemed to want to talk about the war and especially Jonathan Archer.

"I actually met him once."

"Really, where was that?"

"On Rigel Six. He was attending a trade convention before the war."

"What did you talk about?"

The trader grew evasive, "Well, I didn't actually meet him face to face."

"What did you think of him?"

"He was impressive even back then. You could see his opinion carried weight." He was about to go on when he seemed to realize where his was and who he was talking to. "Of course, that was before he got involved with this so-called Alliance."

"Not too impressed with them?"

"Course not. How could they think they would have a chance against the Empire? They have just been lucky so far."

"I have heard they had achieved some convincing victories."

Looking like he was worried about being tricked, he tentatively answered, "I suppose, but I hear the Romulans are going to send this Venter fellow after them. That should be the end of it."

"Have you been to any of the Alliance home planets? What are the people like?"

"I've been to them all. Didn't stay long on Vulcan or Andoria. One's a furnace and the other one freezes your balls off. The Andorians are always in a hurry, but loosen up if you can get them drunk. The Vulcans are just strictly business. Tellar is all right, but you get tired of arguing about everything. I think I like the Earth the best. They are usually pretty friendly and willing to work out a deal."

"Have you been to any of them since the war started?"

"Yeah, just came from Tellar. Things have changed, security is a lot tighter. You know, it was funny, I got the impression that not everyone in Tellar agrees on the War. There also almost seems to be a kind of feeling that they are not being respected, that they're kind of on the outside looking in. They also seem a little sensitive about how their fleet matches up against the others. They really have a problem with the Humans who are threating to move past them as a power."

"Do you visit other parts of the Empire?"

Again looking at Venter suspiciously, he continued guardedly, "I go where the trade is."

"How do you think the Alliance is viewed there?"

"Well, you know, they look for anything to give themselves some hope. I think a lot of them would be disillusioned if the Alliance was defeated. At the same time, I think they know they are fooling themselves; that it is just a matter of time before they are crushed. But the longer that doesn't happen, the bolder they seem to be getting."

Then afraid he had said too much, he said he had to leave and hurried away.

Venter talked to others and received about the same impressions. He returned to Romulus and met with Baldur and Captain Rous.

"Well, what is the status of the fleet."

Baldur answered, "We are ready to go. In fact, the crews are champing at the bit. Did you learn anything?"

"Not much. Did get reinforcement of the idea that if the Alliance is defeated, it could help somewhat in some of the uprisings."

Rous hesitantly spoke up, "There is one thing, Governor." Then he threw up his arms. "It's probably nothing."

"What is it?"

"It's Darden, sir. He just doesn't seem to want to be a working part of the fleet. He is constantly ignoring orders and doing what he pleases."

Venter sighed, "I was afraid of that. I am afraid though that the Praetor is dead set on having him come along. We'll just not try to integrate him into the fleet. Let them stay together. Hopefully, the extra ships will offset any other problems he may cause." Looking at the others, "Anything else?"

When they said no, "All right, I will inform the Praetor we will set out in three days. Give the crews leave until midnight the night before."

Tabrina watched as Venter stepped out of a shuttle and headed for the front door. She had been a little upset that he had not spent more time with her since they had returned, but then chided herself for her selfishness. He needed to do all he could to ensure this expedition was a success. She also was ashamed that she had found she was worried for what might happen. She was the wife of a Romulan soldier, she needed to be strong.

She greeted him at the door and kissed him gently. Then, to his surprise and pleasure, she led them to their bedroom. Afterward, they lay beside each other, knowing this could be one of the last times they would be together before he left. Neither would entertain the thought that it might be one of their last times ever.

Venter spoke first, "I spoke to Baldur and Rous today, we are leaving in three days."

Tabrina fought the moment of sadness and said, "I imagine everyone is anxious to go."

"Yes. After all, the sooner we leave, the sooner this will all be over."

For the next three days, they spent practically all their time together, her even accompanying him to the Palace for his final report to the Praetor. On the last day before launch, she invited the wives of Baldur and Rous to a girl's brunch, all of them speaking confidently of what was to happen and how proud they were of their men.

After she and Venter made love the last time before he was due to leave, she suddenly weakened and held him so tightly that he was shocked. When she stepped back, a little embarrassed, he smiled and said, "I don't want to leave you either, but at the same time, I am excited about going." He kissed her on the mouth and smiling said, "Don't worry, it is not my time yet. When I return, I think we should work on having a family."

She managed a smile and said, "I'll hold you to that."

The next day she stood on a platform with Solon, Valdore, and other dignitaries including Ruddick and watched as the fleet passed out of sight.

Even before the information came from intelligence sources that the fleet had been launched, it was picked up by the advance scout ships. They reported that the fleet was in a tight formation, except for about sixty ships that were some distance from the rest of the fleet.

When the invading fleet was two weeks away, the War Council met to discuss strategies for dealing with it.

Shran began, "The formation that the Romulans seem to be using is largely to prevent a frontal attack. The ships are tightly packed as to prevent an adversary from creating gaps. It also enables the other ships to react quickly to aid at the point of the attack. It's weakness of course is that it is not necessarily an attacking position although they could use it to attempt to drive a wedge between our forces. We would have to act quickly and leave the area. Out best hope would seem to attack at the edges and try to whittle it down. We could move away from it completely but it would probably proceed to attack our home planets."

Gral spoke up, "I agree with most of what Shran has said but I believe we can be more aggressive attacking its outer edges, at the corners, to try to draw the ships out, to create gaps. The main point is to avoid a frontal attack either against the front or its sides. "

Archer nodded but added, "I believe they stayed in this formation for the purposes of the journey. I would expect them to strike a more aggressive posture when they are ready to attack."

Soval wondered, "Is there any way we can make use of the fact that there appears to be a rather large gap where those sixty ships are for some reason away from the main body?"

Shran continued, "You are right Soval, I have been thinking about that too. It would be risky but it could enable us to strike a quick early blow and deliver some real damage. If we sent half of the Andorian fleet into that gap, while the other half of the Andorian fleet would attack from the outside, we would have those ships caught between them. We should be able to cause damage and escape before the other forces could be brought to bear."

Gral spoke up again, 'I think that is an excellent idea and worthy of consideration. But why all the moving around of Andorian ships? I see no problem with the Andorians being the ones crashing into the gap from their normal position in the formation, but why is it necessary to move the other Andorian ships from their position to swing them all the way around, especially as those ships are assigned to the Earth fleet. The Tellarite fleet is already in position to launch an attack from the outside."

Archer saw the look on Shran's face and spoke quickly, hoping to head him off, "I just believe General Shran thought of this as an Andorian proposal. But I am sure he would consider utilizing the Tellarite fleet."

Shran glared at him but managed to hold his temper, but it didn't stop him from speaking out. "Gral, while I appreciate your offer, I still think I would be more comfortable if they were all Andorian ships. It will be easier to coordinate their efforts."

Gral snorted, "You just don't trust my fleet to be able to do the job. It has long been apparent that you all consider yourselves superior. If we cannot be trusted to take part in the actions of this Fleet, it may be time for the Tellarite fleet to return to Tellar."

Archer thought, 'Damnit' to himself, this is what they had long feared, that the Tellarites would be offended and defensive. He couldn't allow the Tellarites to tear up the Alliance. The trouble was, he tended to agree with Shran; but as the Supreme Commander, he had to act for what he thought was best for the entire fleet. It was also true that the Tellarites strongly outnumbered the Romulans in that sector and would only have to engage them long enough to allow the Andorians to break out.

When he announced his decision that they would follow Gral's suggestion, he was relieved to see that Shran held his tongue, apparently realizing that he needed to back off. At the same time Archer knew he was not happy and Archer had to admit he still shared some of the same misgivings.

The Alliance Fleet waited for the arrival of the Romulan fleet with The Andorian and the Earth/Andorian fleet in the center, the Tellarite Fleet to their right and the Vulcan Fleet to their left. The Four Flagships and their eight sister ships were stationed behind the middle fleets.

As the Romulan Fleet dropped out of warp, Archer noticed that they still had left that gap on the left side of their formation. Going ahead with the plan, forty Andorian ships entered through the gap in the line and attacked the ships to their right.

Aboard the Quandor, Venter was informed of the attack. He immediately spoke angrily to Baldur, "May the elements curse him, I told Darden to maintain the gaps, now he has his squadrons caught between the Andorians and the Tellarites." Turning to his second in command, "Dentor, have Mordon's squadrons move to attack the Andorians, although I doubt they will be in time to prevent us from incurring losses."

Then Dentor spoke up excitedly, "It seems the Tellarites are hanging back and committing very few ships."

Venter smiled, "Well, it appears we were right about the Tellarites. That they would be the weak link. The Alliance will pay dearly for that. Dentor, have Mordon close the gap in the formation and proceed to attack the Andorians, they should now be trapped."

Aboard the Tellarite flagship, Norvan, Gral, very agitated, was talking to the commander of the Tellarite Fleet. "What are you waiting for? Launch an attack!"

Corab, looking evasive, "I have, our forces are now engaging the Romulans."

Gral, angrily, "With what, five or six ships? You need to commit enough forces to allow the Andorians to break out."

"We're no match for the Romulans, I could lose several of my ships. It's much safer to attack and retreat."

"I gave my word! You told me you were committed to the plan!"

"I have decided I don't trust the others; I need to retain my fleet to protect Tellar."

"You are condemning the Andorians! Their blood will be on our hands!"

"Better Andorian blood than ours," as he signed off.

"That coward! I won't let his actions despoil my honor or that of Tellar." Turning to his communications officer, "Get me the Ashtar and the Monved."

Archer was receiving similar information from T'Pol, "The Romulans have moved ships to prevent the Andorians from escaping the way they went in. They are attacking from both sides."

"What's holding the Andorians up? They should be close to joining up with the Tellarites."

"It appears that the Romulans are holding back the Tellarites with just a few ships freeing the others to attack the Andorians."

"How can that be? The Tellarites outnumber them six to one at that point."

"I am afraid it seems the Tellarites are reluctant to take any risks. They are attacking and retreating with a minimum number of ships."

Hoshi interrupted, "Shran is hailing us."

Archer sighed, "Just what I need, put him on."

Shran, with his antenna straight up, "What in the name of Gortor is going on? What's Gral up to? I warned you about the Tellarites. If we don 't do something, we're going to lose half the Andorian Fleet."

"Just hold on a second, I was just going to contact Gral and tell him he needs to apply more pressure."

"You do that! You talk to him. If his ships don't make a big change right away, I'm taking the rest of Andorian Fleet and try to break through to save my ships."

T'Pol spoke up, "That would be unwise, a frontal attack could cost you all of your fleet. We need to apply pressure where the Tellarites are."

"Stay out of this, Vulcan! I don't have time for your 'Logic'. I also don't have time to swing my fleet around to help the Tellarites. If you think I am going to sit by while half of my fleet is destroyed, you don't know Andorians very well."

Archer, sharply, "Leave her alone, Shran. She's right; you'll end up losing them all. You'll also leave us exposed to a counter attack that could end it all now. I'll talk to Gral. If nothing changes, tell your ships to break formation and get out the best they can. Maybe we can save some of them. Don't forget, I'm in command."

Angrily, Shran continued, "So command! You know even if they break up we could lose them all. If that happens, you'll have to kill me this time." The screen went blank.

Exchanging looks with the rest of the bridge, Archer turned to Hoshi, "Get me Gral."

Just then T'Pol broke in, "Admiral, the Norvan and its sister ships are launching escape pods."

Archer, rose to his feet, "What the Hell? Put it on the screen."

The screen showed the pods leaving all three ships.

T'Pol continued, "All three ships are preparing to go to warp." Turning toward Archer, "They are also overloading their warp reactors, they are going to create a breach."

Archer stared, "Damn, they are going to self-destruct. They are going come out on top of the Romulan fleet and blow themselves up."

Gral's bridge appeared on the screen. Gral and another officer were working at a console.

"What do you want, Archer? I am busy right now."

"What do you think you are doing? Shut it down."

"Sorry, too late. I am going to save Tellarite honor, I can't allow it to be our actions that cause the Andorians to be destroyed. I am going to rectify that. I suggest you prepare to take advantage; there should be quite a hole in their formation."

"Gral, this isn't necessary. We are in this together."

Hoshi turns to him, "Sorry sir, we lost him."

T'Pol, as excited as she gets, "They are going to warp!"

The three Tellarite ships used one burst of energy to enter the Romulan formation left of where the Andorians entered. There were a series of huge explosions.

Archer still standing, seems to consider something for a moment and then turned to Hoshi, "Get me Columbia!"

Captain Hernandez appeared on the screen.

"Erika, take your fleet and get through that hole in the line as fast as you can. Then hit the Romulans and fight your way through to the Andorians."

Erika quickly hid her surprise, "At once, Sir."

T'Pol tried to get his attention, "Admiral…"

Archer smiled thinly at her, "A coward dies a thousand deaths, an idiot dies but once…" Turning toward her, speaking quietly and seriously, "I think Gral has given us a chance to do some real damage, perhaps end this today. Hoshi, get me the Charon."

Hoshi answered, "Shran is hailing us."

"Put him off, get me the Charon first."

"Soval here."

"Is Captain Sopek with you?"

Sopek entered the screen, "I am here, Admiral."

"I've decided we are going for broke. I need you to launch an attack with everything you have."

Sopek, inquisitively, "Going for broke?"

"It means we are going to risk it all, the whole fleet."

Soval, not able to completely hide his surprise and concern, "Admiral, I do not think…"

"It's too late, Ambassador, I've already gone too far. If you don't act now, we'll lose the rest of the fleet."

Soval, showing more emotion, "You have no right to do this."

"The point is moot now, and actually I do; I am the Commander of the Fleet. You're wasting time."

Sopek spoke up, "Very well, Admiral, we will attack at once."

"Just a moment, I want to speak to your ships, patch me through."

Sopek couldn't hide his annoyance, "Is that necessary?"

"Just do it."

Sopek turned to someone off screen, "Very well, you are patched through."

"This is Admiral Archer. I have just given the order for the entire Vulcan Fleet to engage the Romulans. The rest of the Fleet is or will be attacking. While I admire the goals that T'Pau is aspiring to and believe in the ultimate dismantling of the Vulcan Fleet, I am extremely thankful you are with me today. I just want you to know that I believe this Vulcan Fleet is the most powerful fleet that exists in the Galaxy. I know you profess to not having emotions, but I also believe that you cannot serve aboard a Starship without having pride in it and in its crew. This may be the last time a Vulcan Battle Fleet will ever engage in battle and I know you want it to be worth remembering. I can state it simply; the future of our planets depends on you. Your fleet has the power to defeat the Romulans. When we defeated the first fleet, I saw your ships and crews are better than theirs."

"Today I do not need followers of Surak. No, I need Vulcan Warriors. This will be the last time the Galaxy will see them. I want them to know what Vulcans are capable of; I want them to realize what Vulcans could have done, if they were not dedicated to peace and logic." Coldly in Vulcan, "Vashau nemut! Puvatau Ek'khaf T'naehm!" He signaled Hoshi to sign off.

Malcolm asked, "What was that, Admiral, what did you say in Vulcan?"

T'Pol, quietly, looked strangely at Archer, "He told them to destroy the enemy, he invoked the Blood War."

Malcolm, puzzled, "The Blood War?"

T'Pol, still looking at Archer, who returned her gaze, "It is the words the ancient Vulcans intoned before they went into battle. How…"

"I thought I should know more about Vulcan; I've spent some time in the database." With a small smile, "I think having had Surak in my head may have helped me with the pronunciation."

Hoshi spoke up, "Shran is still waiting."

"Let him wait, Give me the Natar."

"This is Captain Corab, what is going on? What happened to the Norvan?"

"Listen to me. The Norvan and her sister ships sacrificed themselves to destroy a number of Romulan ships and make a break in the line. Gral did it because you were not doing your job. He did it to restore Tellarite honor."

"That was unnecessary, I am attacking."

"Listen, you miserable worm. Gral is not going to die in vain! You are going to launch a full-scale attack. The rest of the Fleet is committed and you will not let us down."

"We will be annihilated…"

Archer continued quietly and earnestly, "Captain, we need your help, the future of the Fleet rests with you. You must force the Romulans to commit more ships to hold your fleet back. You must attack en masse without concern for your fleet; because if we fail, your fleet is doomed anyway. Viceroy Gral's sacrifice has already ensured this day will live forever in Tellarite history, do what you must to be sure it lives in glory."

"May the Gods curse you, Archer. I will do it for Gral and Tellar, but our blood is on your hands."

Archer, very quietly, "I know that. Archer out."

T'Pol, who is monitoring the battle, "The Vulcan Fleet has begun its attack."

Archer turned to Hoshi, "Is Shran still waiting?"

"No, Admiral, he must have given up."

As Archer returned to his seat, a silence settled over the bridge.

T'Pol broke the silence, not managing to keep some excitement out of her voice, "Admiral, it appears the Romulan ships are no match for the Vulcans. They have broken into the formation."

Archer allowed himself a moment of relief and then asked, "Anything happening with the Tellarites?"

"They have attacked with all ships. So far the Romulans have made no move. It appears the Tellarites currently have the advantage."

As Captain Hernandez led her fleet through the opening, she's amazed at the amount of damage the Tellarites had caused. As her fleet continued through, she looked ahead to see that the Romulan ships were tightly bunched around the Andorian ships. She could see seven Andorian ships damaged and lying dead. She also realized she had little time before Romulan ships would soon be at her rear pinning her between the ships she is to attack and them. She briefly wondered if Archer had made a tragic mistake. Then strongly dismissing that from her mind, she decided her best and perhaps only chance is to quickly break through to the other Andorians and use their combined fleets to break out.

In the distance she saw the Tellarite Fleet apparently staying out of the battle and felt a strong surge of anger and contempt. She decided to split her fleet, using the Earth ships to act as a rear guard to hold back the Romulans until the Andorians break through. Having gave the orders, she watched as the Andorians engaged the Romulans. But then she noted that the Earth ships were under attack. Unfortunately in her estimation, they would not have time to break through before the Romulans broke through from behind.

Her communications officer Ensign Summers interrupted her thoughts, "Captain, receiving a message from Enterprise, the Vulcans have launched an attack with all ships."

Erika registered surprise before recovering, Archer was really going all out. She assumed it was hoped that it would take some of the pressure off her flanks, but with the number of ships between her and the Vulcans, she doubted it will be in time. She was also worried about the fate of the Vulcans, waging a frontal attack.

Then Summers said, "Another communication." She turned toward Hernandez, "The Tellarites are also attacking."

"Put it on the screen!"

Erika watched as the entire Tellarite fleet was now engaged with the Romulans. For the first time she felt they had a real chance. If the Tellarites could draw enough ships away from the original Andorian Fleet, they could help the other Andorians reach them. He new hope was quickly tempered when she turned her attention back to the Earth fleet. Four ships were already damaged and the Romulans were attacking with a large number of ships.

The battle continued with the Alliance fleets barely holding their own, when the ships attacking the Earth ships suddenly turned and headed in the direction of the Vulcan attack. Hernandez was stunned, what could possibly have caused them to retreat?

Venter felt satisfaction about the early course of the battle. Archer had already made a serious mistake and was about to lose an important portion of his fleet. Then Dentor broke into his thoughts, Governor, three Tellarite ships have apparently self-destructed causing a breach in our formation at coordinates 38.65. A number of our ships have been disabled."

Surprised, Venter quickly said, "Order squadron twenty-three to fill the hole."

"Terran and Andorian ships have already come through and are engaging our ships attacking the Andorians."

Have the ships on the other side of the breach attack, squadrons six through nine."

Denton answered, "At once."

Soon after that he announced that the Vulcans were launching an attack along the 40 coordinates."

Venter showed shock and surprise, but then quickly became stoic. "It appears, Baldur, that this will be settled sooner that we imagined. Apparently, the reports of Archer's audacity were well founded." Then reflectively, "After all these centuries, we are finally engaged in a battle with our brethren. We held back from an invasion because of a fear of their power. Now we will see if that was necessary."

Baldur asked, "What are you going to do?"

"What is there to do? Our fortune or failure now lies with our ships and soldiers. One side will prevail. For now, I see no moves that are necessary."

It only seemed a few moments when Denton spoke again, "I have a message from the Kortar."

"Pass it through. What is it Darden?"

"Governor, the Tellarites are now attacking with all their ships. I will need reinforcements to hold my position."

"We will send you thirty more ships. They should be more than you need to deal with Tellarite pigs."

"Yes, sir."

Turning to Baldur, "What is with this fleet? What is coming over them? Tellarites blowing themselves up? Tellarites throwing caution to the wind?" Turning to Dentor, "Send the twelfth squadron to reinforce Darden."

Then seeing a look of shock on Dentor's face, "What is it now, Dentor?"

"Governor, the Vulcans have broken through the first line. Our ships appear to have no chance against them."

Venter stared at him a moment, muttering, "By the Elements!" After taking a few moments to recover, "Very well, it appears we have no choice. Have all the ships between the Vulcans and the Earth fleet turn and attack the Vulcans. Since we cannot match up ship to ship, we will have to overwhelm them."

Turning ruefully to Baldur. "Let's hope to all the Elements we can keep the rest of their fleet tied up so they cannot help them."

Baldur with a stunned look on his face, "What is happening? This cannot be possible; it is inconceivable we could be defeated."

Venter, smiled darkly, "Actually, it appears there is a good chance we could do so. But do not despair yet. They have stretched their resources to the limit; we may still prevail. It does appear though that without our advantage of cloaking, we are not as powerful as we believed."

Having been summoned to the bridge, Trip had joined T'Pol, Archer, and Malcolm in the battle room behind the bridge. Looking at a simulation of the battle, they are discussing what needs to be done.

Malcolm spoke first, "The Romulans have thrown everything at the Vulcans and it appears to be working. Their charge has stalled."

"T'Pol added, "Now that the Romulans have sent reinforcements, the Tellarites are suffering heavy losses. We are clearly winning where the Earth fleet and the Andorians are fighting, but as long as their left holds, it would be risky to pull ships out of those battles."

Archer nodded, but then went on, "Whether we can or not, we have to find some relief for the Vulcans. I'm afraid we will at least have to risk pulling Erika's Earth ships back."

Hoshi interrupted, "Shran is hailing us."

"Put him through."

"Admiral, we need to get some relief for the Vulcans. Send Captain Hernandez's Earth fleet. We can handle what's left."

Archer smiled, "We have come to the same conclusion. Hoshi…"

In the background, there was an excited voice yelling to Shran. Irritably, he turned toward it, "What is it?"

After listening for a few moments, he turned back to the screen with a huge smile on his face.

"By the Ice Hounds of Sartog, the Tellarites have broken through!" Ruefully and sadly, "I guess I owe Gral an apology." After a moment, "Hell, send Captain Hernandez's entire fleet to aid the Vulcans, we can finish up with the aid of the Tellarites." Signed off.

T'Pol checked her scanners, "Admiral, he is right, the Tellarites have broken through; but they have paid a terrible price, almost half of their fleet has been lost."

Archer, quietly, "Into the Valley of Death rode the 600…"

T'Pol inquisitively, "Admiral?"

"It's from an old English poem, The Charge of the Light Brigade. A British commander ordered the Light Brigade to launch an impossible attack into the heart of the enemy position. They should have been completely destroyed, but in spite of enormous losses, they broke through and turned the tide of the battle and the war."

T'Pol answered quietly, "Understood."

Archer moved onto the bridge, "Hoshi, get me the Columbia."

"Erika, let the Tellarites and the other Andorians finish up there. Take your fleet and attack along line 37 and fight through to match up with the Vulcans."

"Understood, Admiral, we will leave at once."

As they continued to monitor the situation, Trip spoke up, "Admiral, do you think we maybe should join in? The Vulcans could still use some help in the second quadrant."

Archer smiled, "I think you're right." Moving back on to the Bridge, "Hoshi, get me Soval and Shran."

Shran spoke first, "Well, Pinkskin, it looks like I might not have to kill you after all."

Soval added, "It does seem we could prevail."

Archer answered, "Commander Tucker thinks we could be of help in the Second Quadrant, I tend to agree with him."

Soval nodded, "I agree, we will deploy at once."

Shran, grinning, "It's about time; I thought you were going to have us sit it out. Follow me, we'll lead the way."

Archer, as he signed off, "Right behind you. Trip, you better return to Engineering." As he left, Archer motioned to Hoshi, "Contact the Potomac and the Shenandoah, tell them to get ready for battle and follow us in."

Turning toward Malcolm, "Sound battle stations, polarize the hull, and raise our shields."

As red lighting temporarily came on, Malcolm announced, "All systems armed, hull polarized, shields raised!"

Nodding, Archer hit a button on his chair, "Archer to Engineering. Everything ready down there, Trip?"

"All set, Admiral."

"Take us in, Travis."

"Aye, Sir."

Aboard the Quandor, Venter had been appraised of the situation. The Tellarites had broken through and joined with the Andorians, with the destruction of that portion of the fleet only a matter of course. That had enabled the Alliance to send reinforcements to the Vulcans.

He turned to Baldur, "I believe the 'impossible' has just happened. It is just a matter of time now."

Baldur, distraught, "We should retreat, salvage what we can. You must escape."

"Retreat to where? Escape to where? Back to Romulus in shame? No, our duty is to fight to the end, to inflict as much damage as we can on the Alliance. Our ships are easier to replace than theirs are. As for me, this is my fleet, these are my troops. I have shared in their glory and I will not desert them now."

Dentor spoke up, "Enterprise and the other ships of the Council have entered the battle."

Venter perked up, "Where?"

"At coordinates 39.89."

"Put it on the screen." Screen showed Enterprise and the other ships fighting the Romulans. "Well, it may be we can salvage something from this debacle after all. To destroy Enterprise and Archer would be of great service to the Empire."

Turning to Denton, "Engage our cloaking device and move at best possible speed toward Enterprise."

Baldur looked surprised, "Cloaking device? Do you now believe they cannot detect us?"

"Of course not, but I don't think looking for a single cloaked ship will be a high priority for anyone in the Alliance Fleet right now."

They slowly found their way through the battlefield until they were in firing range of Enterprise.

Venter nodded satisfactorily, "Perhaps your luck has finally run out, Archer." Turning to Denton, "Arm all forward weapons. Target the bridge. Prepare to fire as soon as we decloak."

T'Pol, still monitoring, is stunned by what she detected, "Admiral, a Romulan ship decloaking off the starboard bow!"

Archer got to his feet, "Travis, evasive action!"

It was doubtful anyone else would have the reflexes or expertise to even make the slight movement Travis achieved. It was just enough to protect the bridge but Enterprise was hit in various locations.

As alarms went off all over the ship, Enterprise came to a full stop.

Aboard the Quandor, Venter felt satisfaction but as his ship prepared to continue the attack, it was suddenly rocked. He called out, "What was that?"

Dentor answered, "It is an Earth ship, it fired on us and is moving rapidly toward us. It's going to ram us!"

"Put it on the screen." The screen showed an Earth ship bearing down on them, its name was clearly shown Mercy McBride. "Hard to port! Fire all Starboard weapons!"

The Mercy McBride was hit almost point blank and was left dead in space.

"Well done, now to finish off Enterprise…"

Baldur, looking at the screen, said quietly, "Too late."

The screen showed two Earth ships heading toward them, the Quandor was heavily rocked by weapon fire and the bridge went dark until emergency lights came on. Venter was unharmed but Baldur was dead and damage was all around him.

Archer turned to T'Pol, "What's going on? Why did they stop firing?"

"They were attacked by an Earth vessel, she attempted to ram them. They were able to prevent that but are now under attack by the Potomac and Shenandoah. They are suffering heavy damage."

"Speaking of heavy damage, what happened to us?"

"We had the hull temporarily breached near Engineering before the inner seal took effect. Damage crews are heading for the breach. There appears to be heavy damage in Engineering and smaller damage on other decks."

Archer sat back down and gestured to Travis, "Travis, get us out of here. We're too close to the action to be a sitting duck."

Travis, pushing various buttons in frustration, "Sorry, sir, I have no power not even impulse."

Archer hit a button on his chair, "Engineering, this is Admiral Archer, report. Engineering, report. Damn it. T'Pol, head down there and get back to me with a report. Hoshi, get Phlox to Engineering."

T'Pol headed for the turbo lift, "At once, sir."

Archer continued, "Hoshi, start gathering as much information as you can. See how bad we're hurt."

"Malcolm, how about weapons?"

"Weapons are still on line, but without the ability to maneuver…"

"Hoshi, contact the Shenandoah, tell Captain Woodward our problem, tell him to stay close."

Explosions tore through Engineering, small fires breaking out. Engineering personnel were lying on the ground dead and wounded. Trip, bleeding from a wound on his leg, pulled himself on to the Warp Engine, where he furiously checked screens and worked several levers and buttons. A siren screamed in the background.

He yelled out, "We're going to have to hurry or the whole damn thing is going to blow. The pressure is still rising, we need to release the manifolds by hand."

Kathy, running across to where the manifolds were, "I'm on it!"

"You're going to have to pull down all seven of the main manifolds. But be careful and get out of there when you're done, never know what will happen with this much pressure."

Kathy had begun to work on the Panels. "Three of them are done, how's it look?"

"It's still rising." She finished two more panels and headed for the sixth.

Trip called out, "Hold on, it's starting to fall; maybe can get by without doing them all."

"No, it's best to do them all."

"No, it's still dropping. Get the hell out of there now. That's an order!"

"That's six," moving on to the last one, "You know as well as I do that if I leave one closed it could start back up again and then we might not be able to get to it."

"Damn it, Reynolds, I'm telling you to get out of there!"

"Just about done…" just then the panel exploded, throwing her across the room crashing into the side of the reactor.

"REYNOLDS!" Working some last controls as the siren sound ended, he hopped down on one leg and limped over to her. As he grabbed her, he leaned against the reactor, which burnt his shoulder and arm. Grimacing, he managed to pull her away. Holding her in his arms, he pushed the hair away from her face. "Reynolds, wake up, Damn you!"

She painfully opened her eyes and looked up at him, "The ship?"

"We stopped the breach, the ship's safe." Caressing her cheek, "Damn it, Reynolds, I told you to get out of there."

Smiling painfully at him speaking weakly and hesitantly, "You know you would have never left without doing all seven. Wasn't about to let you show me up. Besides, you know I never pay any attention to your orders."

"Okay, shut up and rest, Phlox will be here any minute."

Grimacing and appearing to pass out she added weakly, "Don't think I have a minute. Sure was looking forward to holding that kid of yours. You tell him Hi from his Auntie Kate." Fading out, "Tell Betty I love her."

With tears forming in his eyes, "You'll tell them yourself." Her head lolled back as her eyes closed. He grabbed her shoulders and held her up, "God Damnit, Reynolds, don't you go and die on me. KATHY!"

He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Phlox.

"Step back, Commander, I need to get to her." Trip got to his feet, stepping back, looking dazed. Phlox knelt and ran his scanner over her. After a few moments he rose and turned to Tucker, "I'm sorry Commander, she's gone."

Trip pushed Phlox back out of the way. "NO!" Turning wide-eyed to Phlox, "What kind of doctor are you? You didn't even try anything. Thought you were some kind of miracle worker."

"Commander, there wasn't anything I could do," reaching out toward him, "You're injured, here let me…."

Seeming not to hear, Tucker pushed back stumbling, "I told her to get out of there, I told her…"

Suddenly a hand grabbed his arm and straightened him up. He tried to get loose but she held him easily, "Commander, you need to have your injuries looked at and the Admiral needs a report."

Still struggling to get free, he turned his head toward her, "If it isn't Captain T'Pol, doing her duty. Kathy's dead, but that doesn't mean anything to you."

Quietly, T'Pol continued, as she still held his arm, "Trip, I am very sorry for the Ensign's death, but the ship is still in danger and we cannot do anything for her now. The Admiral needs to know what power we have available."

Tucker shook his head like he was coming out of a trance, "T'Pol, what are you doing here?"

"The Admiral sent me for a report. What power capabilities do we have?"

Shakily Trip got out, "We stopped the breach but won't have warp for a while. Just need to finish the module transfer…" He tried to move toward the reactor.

T'Pol still held him firmly, "I will take care of that, you need to go to Sickbay." Turning to Phlox, "Doctor."

Phlox held out his scanner as Tucker started to collapse, "He's going into shock." He got a hypospray from one of his assistants and pushed it against Tucker's neck. They lowered him onto a gurney.

Falling asleep, "T'Pol, what I said to you about not caring…"

T'Pol reached down and caressed his cheek, "Do not let it concern you, Trip, just rest and let Phlox take care of you; we will talk later."

She straightened up as they moved the gurney away. She went up the steps to the control panel and worked for a time. She then used her personal communicator, "T'Pol to Archer."

"Archer here, report."

"Engineering was able to prevent a breach but warp power is down indefinitely. You should have impulse power now but it may fluctuate in strength."

"Understood. How is everyone?"

"There are many casualties." After a slight hesitation, "Ensign Reynolds is dead."

Quietly, "God."

"Commander Tucker has suffered an injury and was taken to Sickbay. It did not seem overly serious. Will have to check back with Phlox on the others. I am afraid the damage is extensive."

"All right. Do you need to remain down there? Will you need more assistance?"

"I believe I should stay for a time. Do not believe will need any additional help at this time."

Sighing, "Okay, keep me posted, Archer out."

Sitting back in his chair, "Okay, Travis, get us out of here, most direct route, best impulse speed you can get."

"Hoshi, contact the Shenandoah again, tell Woodward about our speed constraints and have him follow us out."

"Yes, Admiral. Admiral, we are being hailed audio only." Turning toward him, "It's coming from the ship that attacked us."

Archer, surprised, sat up in his seat, "Let's hear it."

"May I speak to Admiral Archer."

"This is Admiral Archer."

"Ah, Admiral, sorry to see you are still alive."

Angrily, "Unfortunately, that's not true of some of my crew." Taking a deep breath, "Can we at least stop further carnage and death? Is it necessary for all of you to die for some absurd concept of secrecy? Put me through to your commanding officer, perhaps he could be persuaded to surrender and save some of his troops."

Ruefully, "You are already talking to him, Governor General Venter at your service. I am afraid that 'absurd concept' is the doctrine I have sworn to uphold. I am too old and have spent too much time in the service of the Empire to change now. I must admit, I am tempted to meet you in person, but I have chosen this path and must remain on it. You have proven a surprisingly formidable opponent, Archer, but I have a feeling it may be difficult for you to recover from the damage we have inflicted on your fleet. Hopefully, your 'Victory' will be short-lived. Long live the Praetor, long live the Empire." The signal is cut off.

Venter watched as Enterprise started to move off. In English he said, "It seems Archer, you are one lucky sonofabitch." He then moved to the main console and gently moved Denton's body to the floor. Placing his palm on a screen, he pushed a key, "This is Governor General Venter, code 7656, activate."

He returned to his chair and took out a holograph picture of his wife. Oh Tabrina, as difficult as it is to accept that I have failed the Empire, it is equally distressing that I have failed you. You are a beautiful woman who would be a wonderful mother. Don't be a martyr, find someone who deserves you. Goodbye, my love." He smiled sadly as the Quandor ceased to exist.

T'Pol was back at her station. It had been some time since the battle ended with the inevitable self-destruction of the remaining Romulan warships. The hospital ship had been brought to the battlefield and its shuttles were moving back and forth as the first step of Rescue, Recover, and Restore had begun. Every ship was being checked for any possible survivors. It was a tedious and dangerous job, as many of the damaged ships contained hazards for those doing the work. Enterprise had four dead and dozens wounded, some badly.

She looked at the chronometer. It read 0100. She turned and looked over at Jonathan in his chair, it was apparent he was exhausted and could barely keep his eyes open. They had been awake for almost seventy-two hours. The rest of the bridge crew had been replaced by Beta crew.

She walked over and touched him on the arm, "Admiral, I believe you need to get some rest. It is 0100."

Archer looked up at her groggily, "T'Pol?" Stretching, "I think you're right, shouldn't be any change until tomorrow." Noticing she also looked weary, "Will go on one condition, that you call it a night also."

About to argue almost reflexively, she decided he was right. "Perhaps you are right, Admiral."

Archer got up, "Ensign Davis, you have the Watch. Let me know immediately if you need anything."

"Yes, sir. Goodnight, Admiral, Captain."

Archer called back as he headed for the door, "Goodnight, Davis."

T'Pol said, "Goodnight, Ensign."

As they walked quietly down the hall toward their quarters, they noticed that there was some damage. Then Archer saw that his door was open and bent. Suddenly he had a feeling of dread. He hurried forward and pushed the door aside. He stopped cold as he saw Crewman Andrews kneeling on the floor with tears in her eyes holding Porthos in her lap. The side of his head was crushed and covered with blood. Archer lunged forward pushing Andrews out of the way as he knelt down and took Porthos into his lap, saying "Porthos."

Andrews fell back; getting to her feet, stammering, "I found him this way Admiral, parts of the ceiling had fallen on him. There wasn't anything I could do. I was going to call you…" She moved around them and almost bumped into T'Pol who had come through the door. She told T'Pol beseechingly, "There wasn't anything I could do, Captain, I swear."

T'Pol looked sadly at Jonathan and then turned to Andrews, "You acted correctly Crewman and I am sure the Admiral will agree. Perhaps you should return to your duties."

"I guess I should," then straightened up, "I mean Yes, sir, thank you, sir." She then left, tears in her eyes, still seemingly dazed.

Archer was still kneeling, slowly petting Porthos, trying to wipe the blood from his head. He looked up and saw T'Pol. His eyes were slightly wet, but then hardened.

"It's my fault; I never should have brought him out here. What kind of life was this for a dog? Living in a metal ship, no room to run and play. If I weren't so selfish, I would have found him a good home, with some children to play with; where he could have lived a long life."

T'Pol put her hand on his shoulder, "I am sure if Porthos could speak, he would have said he wanted to be wherever you were."

"This damn war! Useless stinking war! So many deaths. How many more did I send to their death today?"

T'Pol gently but firmly pulled him away from Porthos, "Admiral, you are exhausted, you must get some rest."

Archer allowed her to lead him to his bed, "Why Porthos, T'Pol, he never hurt anyone." Suddenly he got agitated, "Do you think he suffered…?"

"I believe it hit him while he slept, Jonathan, I am sure he felt nothing."

She slowly lowered him to the bed and pulled off his boots. He laid back and in spite of himself, started to doze off. Then suddenly he raised his head and looked over at Porthos, "I can't leave him…"

T'Pol gently pushed him back down, "I will take care of him, you get some sleep."

Archer was losing the battle, "Thanks T'Pol." Then, as he surrendered to sleep, "I love you."

T'Pol looked sadly but lovingly at him, "I cherish you as well, Jonathan."

She caressed his cheek and then pulling a sheet from a shelf, she wrapped Porthos in it. She left with him, closing the door as best she could.