Herald: Okay, chapter 6, and I have 7 reviews and over 700 hits. I am very pleased. I am probably going to change the rating after I wrote one of the future chapters which has a very very vulgar scene between Admiral Forest and Earth's world leaders (feel good, my girlfriend hasn't even read the newest chapter yet, and I am giving a sneak peek!). Let's just say that by the end of the story, I not only hope to have your jaws on the ground, but answer a question that has bugged me ever since I saw the first season of Star Trek: TNG. Oh, wait, spoiling the future, aren't I?

"Honey, are you sure you want to do this? I mean you just got released from Sickbay…"

"Shut up and kiss me." T'Pol puller her fiancée to her and kissed him long and hard. He had missed being around her.

"Porthos….I'd find some cover if I were you….this could get ugly." Archer looked over at his dog, who had been watching, but seeing the scene now, he ran off into the shower room. "I'd see if you couldn't get into the closet bud, cause I get the feeling that the shower will be used as well." Porthos stuck his head from the shower, and whimpered.

T'Pol, now having come out of the last few weeks of healing, had been warned by both Phlox and the Vulcan doctors that they didn't know what the side effects would be. Though from the way she was acting know, Archer could only hope that she hadn't become crazy with passion….well, not too much anyway.

Had it only been a couple of months ago that Archer had to save her life from the….situation that had befallen her? Pon farr was really something to contend with. Either have sex, or die. Thank goodness it never happened like that on earth, or humanity may not have survived past the caveman days. Archer had just proposed the week before it had happened, so technically they bonded a week after he asked her. She had explained that they were already married according to Vulcan tradition, since they had mentally bonded, but she wanted to marry him by human traditions as well.

He didn't have much time to think about that. T'Pol tore off his uniform in a simple motion. Then picked him up and threw him down on the bed and started biting him, hard on the shoulder. Archer didn't know if he had fully recovered from what all she had done to him the last time, but he was soon going to find out. He tried to reach up to turn off the comm. panel but just as his hand hit the switch, Hoshi's voice came over the system, "Captain, we're being hailed. The signal seems to be coming from where the third planet is supposed to be. Ambassador Soval is on his way to the bridge and requests that you come up as well."

"Umm Hoshi, I'll try, but I am a little……………." Archer looked down at T'Pol, who had mysteriously stopped her assault. She was sound asleep on his chest. Blood oozed from a small gash on his right shoulder. That's going to leave one hell of a hickey behind. He thought to himself. He tried to move off the bed, but found that her arms were firmly clamped around him. Archer cussed at himself for not working out more often. Vulcans lived in a higher gravity, and were naturally stronger than humans. He didn't know how he could get her off. "….preoccupied. Could you send Dr. Phlox to my quarters, I'll be up there when I can. Tell Soval that I just couldn't be torn away from my…..personal matters." Archer heard Hoshi chuckle at the comment.

"Yes Captain. Should he handle the talks until you get up here?"

"Please, but keep a transcript for me."

"Aye Sir."

He clicked off the comm. panel. T'Pol was so peaceful looking. There was something about her that set her apart from the rest of the Vulcans. She showed more emotion than them, but just like the rest of them, said that she didn't. Their destinies had for some reason become intertwined with the mission to return Klang back to the Klingon Empire, and he thanked God every day for that.

The door chimed. "Come in Doc." Archer said, letting the computer know that it was okay for Phlox to come in despite the lock. Phlox just took one look at was going on, and chuckled. "I see you didn't waste any time Captain. I thought I told you two to take it easy."

"You think that I jumped her? laugh Doc, you have it all wrong, she jumped me. One second she is darn near starting to suck the blood out of me, the next, she is out like this, arms clamped around me."

"Hmm, let me see what's going on." Phlox took out a scanner and ran it over T'Pol. "It seems that her hormones are highly abnormal. They resemble a human female's more than a Vulcan's. I can only think that it would be a side-effect of the exposure to you during her healing. It could correct herself, or it could be permanent. It won't be damaging to her system, so long as the levels of estrogen don't rise any more." He took out a hypospray from his bag and put it to T'Pol's neck. "This should help her sleep, and allow you to budge out of her grip. You might want to come to sick bay at some point and let me run an in-depth scan on you to make sure you aren't having any side effects."

"Thanks." Archer grunted as he managed to make enough room for him to wiggle out. "Can I ask you a favor? Could you stay here and watch her for me?"

"I could, but there are many critical cases that do need tending to…" Phlox was speaking as a doctor should, but his family concerns were also heavily weighing on his mind.

"It's ok. I should have remembered that. Trip should be off duty, so I can ask him to come in. Go make sure that no one else has to die. Oh, and Doc?"

"Yes?"

"Thanks for the help, and I would like you to look into the Earth historical files and become real familiar with vampires. See if you could devise any way to defend ourselves from a creature that is anemic." Archer finished putting on a new uniform, and then guided Phlox to the door. "I hate to do it, but I am going to get paranoid and say that the Vulcans may be right."

"Okay Captain." Phlox nodded and left the quarters. When the door shut, Archer touched the comm. panel "Archer to Trip."

"Aye Captain?" Trip's groggy voice came over the speaker.

"Can I ask a favor?"

"Sorry I'm late, but I couldn't find a babysitter. Seems that everyone is either tired, or…." Archer caught himself as he walked onto the bridge. On screen was an image almost from an old horror movie.

She looked almost completely human. That is, if you think that elongated fangs and pale skin along with red pupils was normal.

"Ah, Captain Jonathan Archer…how good to finally meet you." She said with the airy voice that seemed to be calling him. "We've been wanting to get a hold of you for quite some time…."

"JON!" T'Pol jumped out of bed and went to the shower room. He wasn't there. Trip was on the couch, but other than him, there was no one else in the room.

"Hey…nice to see you up and around." Trip groggily amused himself.

"Where is Jon? Where is my fiancée?" T'Pol rushed over to Trip and grabbed him by the shoulders and picked him up out of bed. "Tell me, or I will squeeze."

"Okay, hold your horses. We were hailed by someone, I was off duty, so I don't know who, but Jon needed someone to watch over you, so he called me." Trip grunted as the pressure that T'Pol put on his shoulders was starting to hurt. "Now could you please stop?"

"So he is on the bridge then?"

"Yes."

"Then it may be too late for me to stop them from controlling the crew."

"What? T'Pol, what are you talking about? Who's going to control the crew?"

"Your culture calls them vampires."

"You mean we ran into some space vampires?"

"No, we have found the vampire homeworlds. A place my family has been looking to find for the last thousand years."

"T'Pol, what are you meaning by that?"

"My family was the one that repelled the invasion of Vulcan by these vampires. It has since been passed down to each generation in case they should return, or we find their home."

"Funny you mention that……" Trip looked deep into her eyes. "….as long as were telling confessions on family history…"

Herald: Okay this chapter really doesn't make much progress in the story, but I think that it does set the stage for a good portion of the storyline. It is also a kind of comic relief. Think of it as the calm before the storm. I'm currently writing several chapters ahead, and I am going to keep releasing a chapter every couple of days, unless I get a certain amount of reviews...I could be persuaded...Anyway I'm really enjoying writing some of the future chapters, and I'll give one more sneak peek, but it will have to be in a quote from Albert Einstein, which is used in the future chapter:

"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."

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