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Despite previous misgivings, Doctor Archer continued to mitigate turmoil. Jonathan had once again neglected to answer her questions and, inadvertently, had kept her out of the loop. Sara was absolutely confounded. Who was this Commander Shran ? And what did he want with the other Enterprise crew ? No one, not even her own cousin would fill her in on the missing details. "Is he some sort of ruthless psychopath?" She thought to herself in horror. Perplexity filled her. The only thing she was dead certain of was that her son and granddaughter - whom she had yet to meet - had been take hostage by a group of malicious Klingon mercenaries at the expence of this blue balloon. And even at that, based off how crazy the situation was, Sara considered there was the remote possibility she may be loosing it.

And to add insult to injure, things on Enterprise were only further continued to spiral into turmoil. According to locker room gossip, her alternate, futuristic husband was being a conceited dush bag. Commander Tucker had been all too eager to inform her of this development. To a certain extent this drove her nuts. Soval was not her responsibility. However, after the shocking revelation of their involvement in this alternate universe, she had now been labelled the low key Vulcan whore by her fellow crew mates and his unofficial caregiver. Her only consolation was that no one, with the notable exception of Doctor Phlox, knew of her children's birth dates.

If her pregnancy was revealed prior to her honorable release from Enterprise in four months, things could become incredibly problematic. Anyone discovering her pregnancy would be political suicide. Star Fleet was a military vessel. Never before had any known officer on starship duty been found pregnant. She would have to be relieved of duty if the pregnancy was discovered - honorably at least. But this was not the only problem. Eventually, Sara would have to resign, and she was bound by contract to finish her service. If she broke her contract, she would need a legitimate reason why, or she would face time in prison. This mean't she would have to prove her pregnancy, which would essentially would reveal the fact she was carrying a Vulcan's children.

Fear coursed through her veins. Star Fleet and the High Command were both ruthless. Once the heritage of her children were confirmed, both bodies would want answers. Star Fleet was strict about social interactions between humans and vulcans - mainly not to offend the High Command. The High Command clearly didn't want their diplomatic officers on the ground screwing with natives. In addition, Sara knew through working with Strom and Oratt that the High Command kept DNA records on every vulcan, especially those who had lived abroad. It wouldn't be hard to determine who was the father. If Phlox could do it in a matter of minutes, so could the High Command.

Sara proceeded forward - regardless of her compiling stress. Rumors were spreading too fast for her liking. Who had gotten with whom had became the most discussed topic on the ship. And if it wasn't for the fact that Enterprise had been attacked hours prior, everyone would be fully consumed with the idea of their would be, could be future mates.

Trip had given her one simple order earlier. " Just give the Ambassador this pad," He had said in his slow, under demanding Southern accent. "Besides, it's not like he bites." Sara had just starred at him blankly. He did, truly, in the bedroom. She wanted to retort sarcastically. However, Sara held her tongue for she thought best to keep that little fact to herself.

She had tried everywhere: the bridge, his quarters, and the usual. Eventually Sara was forced to consult with Ensign Sato on the bridge. People looked at her funny when she requested his name over intercom. 'He's the Ambassador,' She wanted to mouth at all of them. 'We had sex. So did all you. Get over it.' And she left the bridge, eyes following her as if she had grown a second head.

Soval, her uncourteous lover, was apparently dining in the mess hall. A cluster of Vulcan life signs detected by the ship's scanner had revealed this dull fact. Vulcans needed to eat. 'A simple deduction,' she told herself. This made the most logical sense. Sara was walking down the vessel's halls when she came to complete stop. 'Logical,' she mused. Great, now I sound like my kids.

…

Her journey to the inevitable was rather uneventful. She entered the mess hall without delay, much to her satisfaction. Sara took a moment to scan the room. In the corner, the ambassador and a few of his vulcan colleagues were consuming some form of ethnic broth. Plomeek. 'Most likely,' She told herself as she walked farther to her so-called spouse.

The Ambassador was surrounded by a handful of informants, all varying in age. Some she recognized, others she could not recall. T'Neil, a middle age vulcan woman, was the personal assistant of the ambassador. She sat compliantly next to her superior. Sara couldn't help but give a slight smirk. As a young girl, she had personally envied this older woman. The two seemed practically inseparable. T'Neil never left his side. She had envisioned her as his lover, a rival. T'Neil was a remarkably beautiful Vulcan woman. And in some regard, it was quite a surprise Soval had never taken to her.

On the other side, her son, Sovalson, was positioned next to his father. Sara offered him a light smile. Her son, in contrast to Jonathan, had been brave enough to speak to her of their rescue mission on Osirius. Apparently, despite the immense arguing on the bridge, a valid compromise had actually been made. Two squads would be utilized: One from Enterprise and the other from E2.

After much debate, Soval had volunteered himself and a small segment of his security squad to escort the group. According to Trip, after Sovalson returned to the bridge, he had insisted that his father's presence was unnecessarily on such an expedition. Lorian had heartily agreed, claiming that, " They couldn't risk violating his safety." Soval was apparently unimpressed, and argued his presence was most logical for he was the only one who could speak Klingon fluently.

Hoshi would have most likely interrupted his assertion had she not been terrified of him. T'Hona just rolled her eyes. Apparently, her father's snarky behavior was no mystery to her. However, according to Trip, Sovalson and Lorian looked legitimately concerned, almost as if there was something they had purposely left out of the briefing.

Sara approached the table, now with a rather wide grin, purposely attempting to demonstrate her humanity. "Ambassador," She spoke in a sophisticated, snotty accent. Soval turned his head slowly away from his colleagues, almost guarding himself. "Doctor Archer," He nodded his head, an action which she reciprocated.

"Commander Tucker wanted me to give you this," She extended her pad across the table. For a moment, Soval watched the device with some suspicion. Sara had to resist a chuckle. A childhood memory flashed before her eyes. When she was nine years old, she had given him a pad with small, concealed shock device. Sara could still remember his emotional relapse that revealed a shocked, irritated look on his face. She treasured that memory immensely.

To her surprise, the voice of a certain doctor rung in her ears. " I believe the pad is without risk, Osu." The man stated with a certain amount of confidence. Sara's eyes brightened. "Strom." A smile filled her face. The doctor offered her the closes thing to a Vulcan smile. "It has been too long, Miss. Archer."
Sara would have given him a hug then and there. However, they were in public. Other Vulcans were watching, specifically Soval, and she didn't want that. She watched Soval momentarily tense and then reach for the pad. His fingers accidentally brushed hers in the process, sending an erotic zap of electricity down her spine.

Sara jolted, blushed, and then turned her head. She could hardly process the intense feeling. Out of the corner of her eye, Soval twitched and straighten his back. A slight green flush grazed his cheeks, but it disappeared as fast as it came. Strom narrowed his eyes momentarily, but said nothing. The young female doctor was momentarily out of breath and was completely speechless. Confoundment filled her. What had just happened ? She wondered as she attempted to retract from the vulcan dignitaries.

Whether it was by the grace of a higher power or purely coincidence, her daughter T'Hona appeared spontaneously at her side. "Mother," T'Hona bowed her head in respect. Sara's eyes slightly widened, almost if to subconsciously ask: 'How long have you been standing there?' T'Hana turned her head," Samek, I trust you are preforming at an optimal rate ?" Sara looked between her daughter and Soval. Then at Sovalson who bared a smirk. That legit just sounded like the most Vulcan thing she had ever heard.

Soval was quiet momentarily. Six of his vulcans colleagues were observing the interaction, as if waiting for him to confirm or deny the current scandal. Strom particularly looked interested. And Sara narrowed her eyes. If he denied their daughter, she was never speaking to him again.

After a long silence, Soval responded in a low voice. " I am performing satisfactorily." That was it. No further acknowledgement. T'Hona nodded her head at his response. Strom took a moment to shift and then interrupted the awkward tension. "At what time will the rescue mission specifically be launched ?"

T'Hona immediately turned placid. She moved her body, like a plank, to an awkward position. This doctor sat behind her father and her brother. The woman then turned red, as if something out of the blue had struck her. She closed her mouth temporarily, and then, to the best of her ability, began to speak."We will be departing for the emergency rescue mission in 1 hour and 54 minutes."

Strom starred at her blankly. Even though Sara could tell he was somewhat perplexed by her daughter's odd behavior, he proceeded, out of respect, to nod his head and replied: " I give you great thanks, T'Sai." T'Hona turned red and nervously spoke, "Yah, sure. Anytime." Sara shifted her eyes back and fourth between T'Hona and Strom. Her unmethodical response was rather … unconventional … for her at least. Sara then looked at Sovalson, who had his arms crossed in a defensive manner and looked less than amused. Nobody spoke for a long while. Even the Ambassador's associates refrained from making any further comment.

…

Approximately 1 hour and 54 minutes later, the group rendez-vous at the launch bay hanger. Members of the second Enterprise had returned to their vessel. Now, a combined fleet of Vulcans and Humans entered the shuttle pods. Sara watched as her cousin directed several members of his crew.

Soval and his personal body guards accompanied the group shorty afterword. The ambassador, from Sara's point-of-view, looked less than pleased to be in this particular situation. He held a staunch, emotionless demeanor. The young doctor was unable to read the man. From a certain extent, Sara could emphasize with Soval's current position. He was the head representative from Vulcan to Earth, and the previously revealed revelation had placed him in a compromising position.

Sara just shook her head at his state. If he though this was currently bad, then he had yet to discover that it was only going to get worse. She placed her dominant hand on her abdomen and shook her head. Soval had no clue what he was getting himself into.

The group boarded the vessel momentarily without complain. Jonathan occupied the pilot seat, and Malcolm had called shot gun. Soval and his associates sat directly behind the Captain. She, Hoshi, and Strom were placed in the back.

Malcolm swiftly punched in the coordinates for their desired destination. At first, there was no speaking - only the occasional murmur between Jonathan and his fellow subordinate. Soval was attempting to mediate, despite his current location. Although Johnthan would have preferred to have kicked the ambassador out the shuttle pod door while he was distracted, he exercised respect and left him alone.

Sovalson, T'Hona, Lorian, and Karen had agreed to meet them at the surface. They had devised a plan: to distract the Klingons long enough for the member of the other Enterprise to retrieve their crew. Sara and Strom were both accompanying to attend to the immediate wounds of the prisoners.

Sara bit her lip. She desperately prayed everyone would be alright. She currently had a son, a daughter-in-law, and a granddaughter under the hostage of evil alien mercenaries. Such an idea made her absolutely sick.

Strom briefly patted her shoulder. " You are in distress." It was more of a statement than a question. Sara shrugged her shoulders. "I am worried about the children." Strom narrowed his eyes. "Yes, that is a logical reason. However, I sense something else is affecting you." For a moment Sara didn't speak. She only looked at the back of Soval. Strom's eye's followed hers. He then raised an eyebrow. "It's nothing."

"The ambassador cares for you." His wrote down on a pad, in order to avoid the other crew members obtaining pieces of their conversation. Sara looked down and gave him a look of confusion. He wrote again. "He asked me and Oratt about you every week for two months." A blush crossed Sara's face. Strom then went on. "Whatever hardship you have found yourself in, I believe the Ambassador will be receptive to helping you."

"Now, I ask you again. Is there something you wish to tell me." He then looked down at her abdomen. Sara turned placid. "How do you know ?" She wrote. Strom raised an eyebrow and wrote back. " I didn't. You have merrily confirmed my suspicions."

TBC ...