Ok another chappie this one will be rushed because my mom is nagging me about getting a job. WARNING: very short

T'Pol looked down at all the data pads in front of her, she didn't remember the captain doing this much work, he always seemed like he was too lazy and she did everything but now she had about 10 times more things to do then she did when she was second in command.

Getting up, she got herself a cup of chamomile tea.

Benefits of being the captain. Sitting back down, she brought the hot cup of liquid to her lips.

During the night she tried to at least get a dent done in the work she was supposed to do.

Her first contact had gone without a hitch; nothing had gone wrong a stark contrast to the first mission the Enterprise had had.

Crossing her legs on her couch, she looked around her spacious quarters, even Captain now Admiral Archers rooms were well this roomy.

T'Pol looked down, she still wasn't showing not even a bit, according to the doctor she had gained about 2 pounds in 13 days, if she wasn't Vulcan that would have been a cause to worry.

T'Pol looked out the window with a nostalgic air, she remembered when she could hardly be patient waiting to go explore the unknown, now she had fond memories of a man she might never see again and it pained her to say she would throw a hissy fit if she could get him back.

Looking around again she placed the cup down, the taste still faintly lingering in her mouth and on her lips.

"Where are you Trip?" She asked the empty room.

Her superior hearing picking up the sound of the engines, if she didn't know any better she would say that they were mocking her.

The engines answered her question but the answer was unclear.

Dream.

T'Pol was back in the white room.

He had to be somewhere, she thought frantically.

Her soft footsteps echoed in the empty room, everywhere she looked there was white.

"TRIP!" Maybe yelling would work; she hoped that he would hear her call.

She thought she saw someone from far off but when she approached it was only a ghost, probably a memory from her past.

A young girl stood before her, if it was a memory what memory was it?

The girl seemed panicked, a few seconds later she disappeared into the whiteness.