Herold of Light: Long time, not write. I apologize to everyone over the years. I have gotten many comments to finish this story, and I have had chapters sitting in my deep storage waiting, but life never allowed me to do what was needed. I have even had the idea of where I wanted the story to end, though over time this has faded so obviously the ending is not as powerful as I wanted it to be. I am making my notes here instead of the other chapters to reflect this and apologize to anyone I may disappoint.

I wrote this story having watched Enterprise seasons 1 and part of 3. I had everything planned out before I saw the last episode or even the rest of the series. I always felt that Q should have made an appearance somehow, and I felt this would have been the best way since how do you phone a being on a higher plane of existence that you dont' know about? You blast a focused particle beam through their shower.

I know some won't like the thought of Picard dying. To me though, it brought a closure with Picard not seen and answers a question in my mind as to why the Q simply didn't just wave away the Borg if they were being such a nuisance for the "protectors of existence." This is a little self-indulgence on my part, which I tried to tie in with how his life would likely have turned out given "All Good Things..."

Thank you for your patience once more. Sorry if you are offended or don't like the ending, but it was what I had always planned, and isn't rushed any more than can be helped as a victim of time. Bon Voyage everyone :)

Epilogue

Archer looked out across the star field in front of him on the view screen. One of the most relaxing places in the world was right here. Since becoming captain he would take the time to come and just sit in his chair whenever he thought of his father. "Dad…it's another day." He whispered as he stood up and hobbled back to his quarters.

They had just left a planet where he'd slipped on a muddy slope and broken his leg. Phlox told him he should be on light duty for the next few days which was ok with him. Something felt off anyway so he took the time to roam around his ship and looked over his crew.

"What's up with him?" Trip asked T'Pol as their mutual friend left the bridge.

"I think he is having memories of his father." T'Pol quietly said back. "Maybe you should go talk to him."

"I might do that. I'll have to skip dinner though."

"Go ahead. We can meet together tomorrow for lunch to discuss the wedding ceremony."

"Still a shocker to me that you and I are finally getting hitched." He chuckled.

"Would you rather I be marrying the Captain?"

"I didn't say that! I'm very happy to be your husband. It's just that if you had told me when we started our trek you and I would get married, I'd have probably told you to go see Phlox and get your brain checked out."

"I would have had to have killed you." Trip looked over to T'Pol with a shocked expression. She merely shrugged and went back to work. The problem for Trip now was figuring out of she meant it as a joke or was serious.

The problem with her was that she'd become equally able to do both in the same tone of voice.

"Ok….let me just get that polo match off the comm line and I'll just…um…meet you later…. for lunch. Where no murder would be involved." He nervously gathered his tools as he'd finished his repair work.

Another day on Enterprise…