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Sara Archer watched as her son removed his hand and stepped away. "I know there is much to discuss," He said abrupty. Sara retreated from her daze and shook her head: "Yes." She blurted out before she could stop herself. Instead of responding, Sovalson formally bowed his head. "We shall talk later." He then swiftly turned around and charged through sick bay's door. Sara could not remove her eyes from his direction. For a moment, she thought she was having deja vu. Was that Soval or some mystical, yet quite real man whom called himself her son ?

Hona was still standing next to her. "Well," She shrugged her shoulders. " I guess that is my que to leave." Hona then crossed her arms. When Hona looked behind her, Soval was giving her a rather odd look. "Wait," Sara grabbed her shoulder and became, by Soval's standards, unmethodical: "What ?" The mother exclaimed to her daughter as she shook her. "You just got here!"

Hona shook her head: "No, you just got here. We have been traveling in and out of this system for nearly fifty seven years." Sara narrowed her eyes: "That is not what I mean't." Sara then turned around to look across the room before turning back to Hona. She took a deep breath and then raged like a lion: "You can't just storm in here with a fifty-seven year old vessel, claim your my daughter, and then just leave! If I am truely your mother, then I deserve an explanation !"

Hona looked terrified. "Samek," She cried for her father in some foreign tongue, most likely Vulcan. Soval did not even respond to the call. Sara snapped her fingers. "No, do not run to him. This conversation is purely between me and you!" She snapped at her. The words were harsh, but reasonable. Sara was attempting to control herself, but the stress of the entire situation was beginning to kick in. Here, right before her, was physical evidence of she and Soval's compulation- something that she had gone through great lengths to hide. The doctor then closed her eyes. Sara then placed her hands on Sara's shoulders: "Explain yourself." She said gently to her daughter.

Tears immediately began to form in Hona's eyes. "They took them all." Hona attempted to conceal her blasted emotions and failed. She shriveled away from her mother. Soval stepped forward and leaned in: "Who?" Hona shook her head. "Twenty-five members of the crew, including my younger brother Maxwell and Sovalson's woman and daughter." Sara just reached out held her. However, not knowing how to respond to such an outburst, Soval just stood there. Sara silently mouthed at him, " Do something." Instead, he simply quirked an eyebrow. She resisted rolling her eyes. Clearly Vulcans and Human responded differently to emotional distress.

" We were sent down to the world Osirius to exchange a group of injector pads for Garonium liquid from an Andorian mining vessel. When we got there, a group Klingon's were waiting. They attacked us, and they took all of our capitol and several members of our crew." Tears were rolling down Hona's face. "Did you say you were expecting an Andorian mining vessel?" Soval interjected. Sara looked up at him: "Soval, shut up. She is clearly in pain."

Captain Archer approached the group. Sara had completely forgotten her cousin was standing behind her. "Is everything ok?" Sara glared at him. Men. No, everything was not ok. " She is just exhausted," Sara exclaimed. She then turned to Soval. "Please escort the Ambassador out of sickbay, Captain." Soval looked completely offended, nevertheless, before he could protest, Sara raised her hand up. "No, this patient is clearly in emotional distress! Forget what I just said. I am the doctor on this vessel. In instances like these, my authority overrides the captain." Sara then placed her hands on her hips and pointed to the door. "Get out Ambassador. That is an order."

Soval leaned in forward: "I am a leading member on the High Command. My command overrides yours. No one is in immediate danger of death, so your assertion is invalid." Soval then turned around. "Captain Archer, when you have a moment, I wish to discuss something of grave importance with you." Sara just stood there. She wanted to kill him, but that would be uncivilized - especially in front of their daughter. Hona looked utterly perplexed. "Is everything fine ?" Sara looked back to her daughter. "No, you are hurt." Hona shook her head, " I mean't between you and my father ?" Now it was Sara's turn to look perplexed. It then occurred to her that perhaps she and Soval had purposely avoided fighting in front of their children. If that was the case, then Sara pitied her daughter. She hoped Hona was not just now uncovering this unfortunate revelation.

T'Pol and Commander Tucker had left the room. Soval and Jonathan were now chatting in the corner of the room. Sara clutched her womb. Everything seemed to fade into a blur. She had known something was not right. For nearly two months Sara had plagued with overbearing tiredness and nausea. She had originally attributed this odd change in character to stress and environment. Sara blamed Enterprise, but now she just blamed herself. She was going to be mother. This was such a foreign concept she struggled to grasp it. Sara couldn't bring herself to believe in seven months she was going to have a baby, or rather babies.

She then looked to Soval. He was lecturing Jonathan. John looked less than pleased. Sara shook her head. What had she been thinking? She had given herself to him, everything, without contemplation. Sara had never been more frivolous in her life. Yes, she had always had a wild streak in her, but she was not stupid. Sara was medical diplomat, ivy league educated and top of her class. In all honesty, she rarely entertained the concept men, something that somewhat concerned Jonathan. She was twenty five and had only previously had one boyfriend. They had dated for nearly two years, but after graduating from UCLA they had both gone their own separate ways. After being alone for nearly six months, Sara had been desperate for some positive male attention. Sexual attraction was something she rarely experienced. Infatuation was a particularly foreign concept.

And here, her daughter, her own flesh and blood, was standing before her. Sara could only hope her children had inherited her emotional understanding and their father's methodical thinking patterns. She would hate for any of her children to born with her mindset.

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The group stood on the bridge. Malcolm was drawling up battle plans: "You said you were attacked here by the Klingons." The officer stated as he pointed to the topographic design of the surface on the computer. Lorian nodded his head: "Precisely." Commander Tucker interjected, " Do you think the Andorian's set you up?" Lorian shook his head: "We have a well established relationship with several Andorian mining vessels. I must confess, in the past, we have had some disputes, but it has never influenced our trading relationship."

"Disputes ? Meaning ?" Soval leaned forward. Lorian didn't look too keen on answering his question. "Lorian," After a moments silence, Captain Archer spoke, "If you want us to help you, we need you to be completely honest with us!" Lorian still looked slightly irritated, but did answer the ambassador's previous question. "One of my fellow officers has been in a long standing quarrel with a certain Andorian commander." T'Pol and Archer exchanged curious looks."What does this Andorian officer call himself ?" T'Pol inquired. Lorian released a irritated breath: "Shran, Commander Thy'lek Shran of the Imperial Guard." Soval closed his eyes. Sara turned and gave Lorian an odd look: "Who?"

Jonathan touched her on the shoulder, almost as if to communicate to her I will explain later. Jonathan leaned forward: "What sort of quarrel are we discussing?" Lorian bit his tongue. Hona gave a blank expression. Lorian choose his next words very carefully. " The merits in regards to the ownership of certain property rights has came to mind. The Andorian Commander is under the impression he is the rightful owner, while one of my crew members dictates he is."

Sara could sense he was hiding something. "Can you be more specific?" Lorian ignored her comment: "The Commander is a good man, but he has the propensity to be impulsive, perhaps at times, even a tad arrogant." Soval raised his eyebrow: "I believe stronger words can be used to describe the late commander."

Commander Tucker rolled his eyes. Sara narrowed her own. She got the immediate impression this was a common occurrence. Lorian continued: "While his judgement was faulty, I do not believe his intentions were malicious. The property he has lost … has great value to him."

Jonathan Archer shifted his head: " Shran reported uncovering hidden Xindi weapons." Lorian bursted out laughing, an action that clearly appalled Soval. Lorian then shook his head: "Then it has appeared that Commander Shran has lied to you. I believe the Klingons mistook your vessel for that of our own."

A dark type of tension diffused among the crew members. "Meaning ?" Sara pressed. " We believe Commander originally planned to consult with you, which is why he requested your presence. Unfortunately, even in times of dire need, the strongest of commanders grow desperate. Shran purposely hired a group of Klingon mercenaries to attack our vessel and retrieve his property."

Soval leaned forward: "And why exactly do you think I will allow any of my aides or the Enterprise to assist you? Why should this entire crew pay for the ignorance of one of your subordinates? Especially when you have failed to deluge any information regarding this so called property." Thick sarcasm lurked in the depths of his voice. Lorian slowly gazed up: " You will help me because the Klingons have your younger son and your granddaughter. And if you don't help me, I promise you, Shran will make the innocent pay for the sins of the guilty."

A chill rushed through Sara's system. "What do you need?" Lorian looked up: " Your compliance." He ordered the woman.

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Sara promptly left the bridge after the heated debate. A resolution had not yet been produced. She returned to sick bay, pleased to find Phlox gone. Sara immediately bolted to the lab and began by running blood work and taking scans. Pregnancy tests were overrated. Tricorders were far more concise and to the point. One scan and she would get her answer.

Shaking, Sara raised the small, medical device above her stomach. Although it was only seconds, she felt as if it were hours. Sara could feel her heart pounding. Her mouth gasped open after receiving the results. There was evidence of two small Vulcan life signs in her uterus.

Sara placed the tricorder on the cold, hard counter. Her breath hitched. So this was it ? She thought as the background of the lab faded away. This was how it all ended? Tears braced her eyes. This was no longer a bad dream. No, everything was clearly real. Sara took a sharp breath in disbelief. How could this have happened ? Vulcans and Humans had been engaging in diplomatic relations for nearly a century, and never before had something like this concurred. Then again, if Sara was pregnant, it seemed unlikely, judging off the timespan of interracial political relations, that she was the first. But even with that comforting, scientific thought, tears persisted to roll down her eyes.

Regardless of such of possibilities, the severity of the situation passed through her like a bullet jolting a target. No world was not ready for this, Vulcan or Earth. Her family would be publicly humiliated after this revelation came to light. The Archer family had been at odds with the High Command for nearly two generations. No one would ever take them seriously politically after such a scandal.

Soval would be recalled to Vulcan. There would be heavy charges levied against him, as an ambassador, for messing around with a native. She would be forced to raise her children alone, fatherless, in solitude. And no man would have her after such a controversy.

How would her children be perceived by their fellow Earthlings? How would they be perceived by their fellow Vulcans? Would her son or daughter ever find appropriate mates ? Would anyone, Vulcan or Human, ever desire them the way they should be? Fear pursed through Sara's body. All these thoughts and so little time.

The fate of so many people wrested on her shoulders because of one careless mistake. She couldn't help but think further: how would this change her relationship with Soval? She and he had agreed to go their own separate ways. Now, in some way, they were connected together.

The sick bay door blasted open. Sara flashed around, only to met with her son. Sovalson narrowed his eyes. "Mother, are you well? " Sara brushed her eyes. "I'm sorry. You were not supposed to see me this way."

Sara attempted to pick up the Triorder and place it in her lab coat pocket. However, she horribly failed and dropped the scanner on the floor. Sara took a deep breath and attempted to lean down to pick it up. Sovalson, nevertheless, beat her to chase and grabbed the device. He briefly glanced down at the results and frowned. Sara, in response, looked away in shame. Here she was feeling sorry for herself, and to think, this young man before her was going to pay for her and his father's sins.

Sovalson placed the device on the table. By the time Sara looked back, she could see he had tensed. There was a long silence before anyone spoke. "Does father know ? Sovalson quietly replied. Sara reached up to wipe her cheeks and shook her head. "No," She looked down at the floor momentarily. She then glanced back her son.

"How do your …" She then stopped and rephrased her wording. "How did I tell your father in your universe? I mean, how did he react ?" Sovalson crossed his arms and then spoked: "In my universe, you revealed your condition to my father on an extended mission away from Enterprise." Sara nodded her head: "Go on." Sovalson then continued: " You, my father, and few colleagues were sent to negotiate a trade deal on an alien world. Unfortunately, you were taken hostage. Sometime during your imprisonment, however, you confessed your condition to my father."

Sara nodded her head. Part of her was disturbed she had revealed to Soval she was expecting in a prison. Then again, seeing the current mess the other Enterprise had gotten themselves into with the Klingons, this may happen all the time. "And how did he respond ?" Sara leaned inward. Sovalson raised an eyebrow: "I cannot tell you his first reactions. However, after you escaped and returned to Enterprise, he insisted promptly that the two of you bond."

Sara looked confused. She had known Soval since she was a toddler. How much more bonding could the both of them possibly share. "Bond?" Sovalson reclarified his words: "Marriage. He insisted upon marriage." Sara's mouth fell open. Sovalson then continued: "And according to my father, you formally rejected him alone twice. He then attempted to broker a marriage contract with your cousin Jonathan, which later led you to rejecting him a third time." Sara didn't know wether to laugh or cry. Sovalson put his hands in his pockets. "Nevertheless, undaunted, he pursued you. Sometime in your late pregnancy you finally accepted his offer."

Sovalson then stroked his mother's back. Sara shook her head, taking in the information. "Why are you crying?" Sovalson gently spoke. Sara looked up: " I don't know how I am going to do this." Sovalson gave her rare, light pleasing smile: "You will persist." Sara took a deep breath: "Are you sure?" Sovalson nodded his head: "With you, mother, all things are possible."

Sara comically rolled her eyes as she sniffled her nose: "Are you sure? I don't think your father would hold a similar opinion? " The tad of sarcasm was laced in her words. Sovalson raised an eyebrow: "On the contrary, my father always believed you had potential, even if, at times, you ceased to use it." Sara narrowed her eyes and gave him a crossed look. "His words entirely, not mine."

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