Let the drama commence! xD

Crewmen McDonald, Stevens, Willis, and Forest came bursting into sickbay almost scaring the Scazlif. They were carrying a red stripped Officer between each pair.

Phlox motions them to two beds that were just being emptied.

"I donno what happened Doc. Reed was walking to the airlock when he went like this..."

"...and Trip just collapsed just before he was going to go through to their ship." Stevens added to McDonald's words. All four of them were obviously worried. Their command officers don't normally drop down out of nowhere.

"Have they both been showing signs of fatgue, complaining of lack of sleep, or looking pale recently?"

The crewmen all shook their heads.

"Commander Tucker said that he had a good couple of sleeps recently." Forest added, confusing Phlox even more.

After taking a quick look at the neighboring Scazlif, Phlox dismissed the crewmen. And as they were just about to leave sickbay, Mayweather came rushing in Tango in his arms. One of the Scazlif vacated another bed so Mayweather set him down there.

Satisfied that Malcom and Trip were okay, even if they were out cold, Phlox went to Tango's side. The boy was semi-conscious, his limbs twitching as if they were trying to fight to move. Phlox grimaced from what he knew he had to do.

"Put the restraints onto his lower half."

Mayweather gave a surprised look, he obviously hadn't been in the same room when Tango was knocked out last month. In his semi-conscious state, he had thrown a container at one of the Doctor's assistants but thankfully missed but in the first attempt to restrain him Tango had given another medical officer a black eye.

"That's an order Ensign!" Mayweather did what he was told. And just in time too as Phlox dodged a swat from Tango's hand as he pushed a sedation into the boy's neck.

The Scazlif were watching everything. And Phlox was very aware.

He looked up at them: "I apologise that you had to see that. I'll ask the Captain to move you somewhere else." They said nothing, still looking with their now unblinking eyes.

Mayweather looked at Phlox. The Denoblian was either shocked or analysing their guests. The human put a hand on the Denoblian and brought him out of his thinking. Phlox looked at him and nodded with a soft smile:

"Thank you. Can you please call the Captain."

T'Pol walked in. She had to leave moments after the Captain to carry on with her work. She was trying to find Trip as she was told he was in sickbay. She wasn't expecting three officers out cold. She was expecting Trip to be fixing something that needed high priority.

Even with her cool and calm attitude, she was panicking.

Phlox spoke before T'Pol had the chance to ask.

"I don't know how or why but I'm going to find out. If you'd like to help, please be my guest." He looked at Mayweather. "Ensign, thank you, you're dismissed."

Mayweather left as Phlox and T'Pol had a silent discussion as Phlox moved from Tango to Malcom to Trip. Phlox could see that, as T'Pol was stood beside Trip's bed, her hand was close to Trip's. Her mind thinking if she should hold his hand or not. Vulcans... If only they didn't hold back so much of their emotions...

"Are you alright?"

T'Pol was looking at Trip's vitals, almost zoned out.

"Commander?"

She snapped out of her trance and looked at Phlox, her eyes wet but not. Vulcans...

"Are you alright, Commander?"

"Just worried about the crew, Doctor." She had hesitated before responding. Phlox knew enough to know that she was more worried about Trip. After all, they had a child together... Even if T'Pol wasn't pregnant. Oh that's another story for another time.

"Maybe it'll help to distract you. Could you please find alternative accommodation for our visitors as I don't think it'll be best for them to be here when these three are here..."

T'Pol looks up and nods, "Of course."

She looks down at Trip, gives in to her emotions, and gives his limp hand a gentle squeaze. Humans could feel physical contact when unconscious, could they?

She then looks back up at Phlox, nods a thank you, and leaves to make arrangements. Phlox does his silent goodbye before separating his patients from his guests.

Not even five minutes later, Phlox hears a noise coming from Tango. As if he was in pain. The Denoblian sprung into action. He still hadn't unraveled the boy's history, both physical and biological. He was going in blind with any medical situation with Tango. Phlox admitted he liked the challenge but over the few months he had grown to like him, probably even as one of his own, and didn't want to hurt him. But he knew he would make a mistake one day. After all, Tango is the first of his kind on the ship. If only Phlox didn't have to chase StarFleet every week to see if they had found Tango's files yet. Unless there was something they weren't telling him...

Pulling away the curtain devider, Phlox found Zalki looming over Tango. Phlox froze for a moment but seeing Zalki's hands slowly moving up and hovering over the boy's chest he spoke up: "May I ask what you're doing to my patient?!"

The Scazlif slowly faced Phlox, it's hands still hovering over Tango.

"The boy is asleep but still in pain."

Phlox grew even more conserned and moved to the other side of the bed, "and what are you doing with your hands?"

Zalki removed their hands. "Apologies, we were curious about their species. We are healers and prefer to learn about other species from their anatomy."

Phlox read Tango's vitals as Zalki talked.

"Well, if you'd wanted to know more, all you'd have to do is ask. I would have gladly supplied you with information. But when it comes to actual patients, can you please not interfere."

"I understand." Zalki backed to the end of the bed slowly. Phlox grew more concerned about Tango's vitals. He would summon Reed as he was the other person in the ship who was by Tango's side to almost know his vitals off by heart but he was unconscious in the next bed along. So he summoned the Captain. After all, the Captain did ask to be told of anything off. Human or not. After all, this is space and anything could happen.

T'Pol walked in with the Captain. She had prepared the mess hall to accommodate the Scazlif who, at the Doctor's orders had moved away from his human patients. Captain Archer walked over to Phlox. He had a look of consern,

"Why wasn't I notified earlier?"

Phlox didn't respond and just walked him over to Tango.

"All three just collapsed with no prior warning or explanation. I can't even find an underlying reason. These officers shouldn't've collapsed."

Archer was gazing at Tango's vitals. He had spotted something off.

"But you called me here because something's up..."

"Yes." Phlox sighed.

"There's something up with his oxygen saturation and heart beat..."

"Exactly. This is not normal for someone his size and age."

Archer looked over to Reed's Vitals - he was next to Tango - and saw normal readings. Archer's face was normally conserned but with time even the Scazlif could see that he was filled with worry as they were escorted out.

"Is he human?" He looks back to Phlox.

The Doctor matched his Captain's face of consern. Archer knew his response before he spoke: "I don't know..."

Phlox did a few quick checks as Archer watched.

"His vitals are normally... un-normal. And even this doesn't match the scans I've taken when we've first met him."

Archer crossed his arms. He didn't like where this was going.

"Star Fleet Command still can't find any record of him," Phlox continued, "which by itself is deeply disturbing."

"What about seeing if his vitals match with another species?" T'Pol had snuck up beside Archer. Phlox looked up.

"Of course... Why didn't I think of that before." He responded as he hurried away.

Archer looks at T'Pol. "What made you think that?"

"His vitals are similar to that of a Vulcans."

Archer looked confused.

"I've needed to escort him many times here from engineering. Phlox insists on turning in the vitals monitor for Tango even if his injury is as minor as a papercut."

"But why Vulcan? There's a chance he could even be Klingon-"

"I've made sure of that." T'Pol interrupted.

"How?"

"With my own research."

"What do you mean?" Archer was growing a storm inside.

"I wanted to be certain before I spoke with you-"

"Go on..."

T'Pol sighed. And hearing a sigh from a Vulcan, of all species, is a bad omen.

"You need to get Phlox to insist that the Vulcan Medical Directorate look for records of Tango."

"The Vulcans?"

T'Pol nodded.

"T'Pol, what are you not telling me."

That wasn't a question. It was an order. An order that T'Pol should comply with. But all she gave was silence. Nothing that came up in her head would work. Nothing. It all just reminded her of Elizabeth. Elizabeth. Her child. The child she didn't have. The child she couldn't keep.

She was showing so much emotion that the Captain could read her like an open book.

"T'Pol..." He spoke softly this time.

"I'm sorry."

T'Pol's voice broke as she walked away, holding back the tears. After all these years working with emotional humans, even being in a relationship with one, her Vulcan barrier still stood up. And it needed to stay up. It needs to stay up. Just until. Just until she gets to her quarters. Her quarters.

She couldn't hold it back for long so she ducked into the nearest storage section she could find in the hallways. Crouching down into a protective ball against the door, she let her barrier burst open. She tried to stay quiet about it. But in the end gave up.

Humans say that it's not good to hold back emotions. Vulcans say otherwise. T'Pol is stuck in the middle. Her Vulcan upbringing, her Vulcan physiology, everything is screaming to stop. Stop showing emotion. Stop showing weakness. Stop letting it out. Stop. Stop. Stop. But all it does is force it out. And it feels good. Why does it feel good?