Reed's Perspective:
They had gotten the message from Dr. Phlox about four minutes ago.
And so to them, the squad of security men followed by an emergency medical team sprinting down the corridor was not in the slightest detail anything but appropriate.
However he could imagine the panic and confusion left in their wake as they stormed through the Enterprise. Crewmen ducking to the side as they went about their business were blissfully unaware that two of their senior officers were at risk.
He had decided that the risk of losing the infiltrator by alerting the entire ship to their presence was too great. Hopefully they could still catch them, and before any serious damage was done.
What Reed didn't understand was how another assassin had managed to get onboard. If either ship had tried to use the transporter, it would have been blocked by their shields, and while there was a short period of time where they had been down for examination by the engineering teams. It would have been detected by sensors.
They were nearing the sickbay doors, the-
He almost stopped right there, a smack to his forehead impending.
They were already on the ship, greeted personally with open hearts at airlock two.
She'd played them well, he'd give her that. Maybe it was just that she seemed so like their T'pol. Well, the one from their timeline anyway, he doubted she would have assented to them naming her in a possessive fashion. He almost felt like chuckling, but then reality came crashing down around him as they reached the entrance to sickbay.
He could only pray they weren't too late.
T'pol's Perspective:
There were birds in the distance, too far away to be seen, but their call resounding over the ocean whose waves gently lapped at the shore.
She sat in a cross legged position, meditating by the foam that came with each wave, mesmerized as it dissipated back into the blue from which it left.
The tranquility, the peace of everything around them, she had never known Earth possessed such wonders.
And once there was another flash, a flicker of understanding, of a life she might have lived.
She felt what he felt, she knew what he knew, two Katras became one in this sacred binding.
And yet she also knew that there, in his universe, mind melds were illegal, considered a crime punishable by exile.
Trip, as she had taken to referring him as, lay on the sand. His head in her lap as he snored gently, the soft rumblings easing her slip into meditation.
She could imagine the frustration she would normally be prone to, to have this human interrupting her time of relaxation, rejuvenation. But now, in this place, it did nothing but soothe her as she timed her strokes accordingly, running her hand gently through his hair as he rested.
He looked so peaceful, it might take time to repair the damage done to his mind, but she would be here, wa-
Her back arched suddenly, face contorted in pain as her body started shaking violently, throwing Trip off into the sand.
She could feel the link breaking, connection severing as she was wracked with unimaginable pain, before everything went dark.
Reed's Perspective:
He removed the shock stick from her back, watching as the Vulcan's body fell to the floor shivering. The volts of electricity coursing through her body.
A scream whipped his head up, the Commander in his bed as he jerked around aimlessly, before slumping back into the bunk, unconscious.
Reed stared from Vulcan to human, eyes wide in confusion…