She's What? - Ch 2

She’s What?

By Favors

Rating: PG-13
Genre: Action-Adventure
DISCLAIMER: Star Trek: “Enterprise” is owned by Paramount, not me. No infringement intended, no profit made.
A/N: italics represent inner-thoughts & musings.

Summary: Takes place 6 months after Lizzie is born in ‘You’re What?’ The Vulcan High Command has been disbanded; T’Pau and her Syrrannites are in power; things are heating up between the Vulcans and Andorians; and Vulcan dissidents are colluding with Romulans. T’Les, also a Syrrannite, is alive and well on Earth

Sequel to ‘You’re What?’

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Chapter 2

As Archer and Shran entered sickbay they could hear the stress in the engineer’s voice.

“What’s wrong with her?” Trip was pacing around the biobed where a pale T’Pol was lying. She was sweaty and looked miserable.

“I don’t know yet, Commander! And if you would please let me do my job, I will find out!” Phlox shouted, at Trip.

Archer could see that even the amiable doctor was irritated with Trip.

“Trip, I will be fine.” T’Pol spoke weakly.

“Trip, Phlox knows what he’s doing. Give him some space.” Archer had handed Lizzie over to Shran while he guided Trip out of the doctor’s way.

“What were you doing, exactly? What did you eat, drink?” Phlox asked as he continued to run his scans and was beginning to form an idea of what was wrong with T’Pol.

“We were playing poker and drinking.” Trip answered absently.

“Drinking what?” Phlox asked.

“That ale Shran brought on board.” Trip answered concern evident in his voice.

Shran was busily looking around sickbay. He noticed a small chamber that was a half-sphere and wondered what it was for. He had just bent to look through the view port when Archer grabbed his arm.

“Where did you say you got that ale?” Archer demanded. A horrible thought forming in his mind.

“From the Ferengi.” Shran answered with irritation.

Does Archer think I had something to do with this?

“Did T’Pol have any of the ale?” Phlox asked, concerned.

“No, she’s still feedin’ Lizzie, so she doesn’t drink anything!” Trip spoke hotly.

“You were kissing her.” Shran interjected.

“What?” Trip spun on Shran.

“Kissing. You were drinking and kissing her.” Shran pointed to T’Pol, lying on the biobed.

Trip’s face became deathly pale. He had made his wife sick.

Could it be that Vulcan’s couldn’t take Romulan ale? Even just a little bit?

“So, she’s drunk or something?” Trip asked, hopeful it was something that insignificant, knowing that it wasn’t.

“No. It’s a virus. One designed to affect Vulcans. I suspect that it was in the ale. When you drank the ale and kissed her, you probably transferred a small amount of the ale to her which her body absorbed.” Phlox interjected.

“My god! If she had drunk…Lizzie! What about Lizzie? She was feedin’ Lizzie!” Trip was panicking. The normally composed engineer only became panicky when something happened to his wife or child.

“Bring her here.” Phlox scanned Lizzie and discovered the same virus in her as T’Pol. Although it didn’t seem to be affecting her, perhaps her human DNA was holding it at bay. “I need that bottle of ale.”

“I’ll go get it.” The captain offered.

“No! The four of you are going into Decon, right now. I’ll have a crewman bring it to me.” Phlox ordered.

“I don’t know the extent of this virus or if it’s airborne, but I will make sure you don’t contaminate anyone else. Here take this.” Phlox shoved a bag into Trip’s arms as he herded him towards the small Decon chamber in Sickbay. “You too Captain, Commander Shran.” Both Shran, still holding Lizzie, and the Captain, followed Trip into the Decon chamber. “I’ll have someone in an EV Suit bring it here, and I’m sickbay, your mess, and everything in between.

The captain suspected that Phlox was also doing this to get a reprieve from Trip.

“What about T’Pol?” Trip asked as he was being shoved towards decon.

“I’ll be fine Trip. Do as the Doctor says.” T’Pol answered weakly from the biobed.

I’ll be fine ashayam, don’t worry. Lizzie needs you to be calm right now.

I won’t. Phlox will treat me, I’ll be fine. You got me here so quickly, how can there be any other outcome?

Trip still wasn’t assured by T’Pol. He continued to fret and pace the small Decon chamber.

“TRIP! Please sit down. Relax, Phlox will treat T’Pol, you, me, Shran! We’ll be fine. OK? Than we’ll figure out what’s going on.” Archer ordered.

Shran had once again picked up Lizzie and was playing with her.

More to take his mind off his ill wife, Trip ventured. “She really likes you Shran. Do…uh…Andorian babies have antenna when they are born? I’ve always wondered.” Trip asked as he watched Shran play with his daughter. Both the captain and Shran had sat down on the benches and watched as Trip nervously paced around the chamber.

“They are born with small little nubs, which grow into the full sized antenna at about 6 years of age.” Shran answered. He was wiggling his antenna and scrunching his face, entertaining the small baby.

Phlox continued to work on T’Pol as Trip fretted inside the decon chamber. He could tell T’Pol was sinking further into the virus, she was becoming worse, not better.

“Hey, Phlox! She’s gettin’ worse! Do something!” Trip activated the comm.

“Please Commander! I won’t let her die; she’ll probably get worse before she gets better. I am working on a solution! This virus was designed to affect Vulcans and quickly! Now, please stop bothering me, so I can work!”

Trip was taken aback by the doctor’s tone. Phlox was concerned and his interruptions weren’t helping.

Baby? How ya doin’? Sweetie?

She’s playin’ with Shran. She really likes him. Trip sent what he was seeing to T’Pol. From his small vantage in the decon chamber, he could see the slight smile on his wife’s face.

I don’t think Shran had anything to do with this, T’Pol and neither does the captain. He seems just as worried about you as us.

I believe you, I am tired. I wish to sleep. Do not be alarmed.

Trip, Shran, and Archer began to discuss the possible explanations for how this may have occurred.

“You said Ferengi traded it to you. Thought it’d go over well with Soval?” Trip queried.

“Yes. We are to rendezvous with a Vulcan ship 2 days from now to take him to Earth to further the peace talks between Andoria and Vulcan. You humans have offered neutral ground for us to meet.”

“This plan is well known then I take it?” Archer asked.

“Yes, it’s no secret. Uh, Commander Tucker, I believe your baby needs to be changed.” Shran informed Trip as he held Lizzie away from him.

“I’m really hopin’ that what’s in this bag.” Trip started to rummage through the bag Phlox had thrust at him. Sure enough, extra clothes, toys, and the all important diapers were in the bag.

“Well gentleman, I apologize in advance. As much as I love my daughter, Vulcan baby pooh, really, and I mean, really, stinks.” Trip spoke as he laid Lizzie down and started to unzip her suit and remove the soiled diaper.

“Ow, come on now Trip, how bad can it……oh my God!” Archer exclaimed, jumping up and moving as far away as possible.

“I warned you!” Trip admonished.

“I am curious why you referred to as Vulcan baby pooh. She is half human.” Shran’s antenna had flatted out in distaste at the foul odor.

“Well, my wife’s Vulcan, and she’s doin’ the feedin’. So, Lizzie’s gettin’ only Vulcan milk.”

I agree with Shran. She has more of a human digestive tract than Vulcan. Perhaps it’s the human part of her that smells so bad.

I do feel better after that brief respite.

“I have determined that the virus wasn’t airborne, it was transmitted through contact. It was in the ale, and when you kissed T’Pol, you transmitted it to her. It would have occurred had you simply touched her. You will need to apply the gel to yourselves. I have created a less intensive version for Lizzie.”

“Ah, Doc, can ya take this please?” Trip held up the soiled diaper, his face indicating its foul odor.

“Is it feces or urine?” Phlox asked with interest.

“What the hell difference does that make?!?” Trip exclaimed.

“Well, I have been using her feces for…”

“I don’t wanna know!” Trip interrupted before Phlox could go into detail. “It’s pooh. And if you ever use anything that came from my daughter on me, please don’t tell me. OK?”

“Of course. Just place her diaper in the drawer. Here’s the gel for Lizzie.” Phlox inserted a small pot of the gel into the decon chamber’s drawer and slid it through to Trip.

“What is that chamber for?” Shran had come over and was looking into sickbay through the glass. He had indicated the domed chamber.

“Oh, that would be the over-protective father device.” Archer answered with a chuckle.

“Ya know, Lizzie, I don’t think the captain appreciates me.” Trip spoke to his tiny daughter, while giving Archer a sidelong look as he started to smear the gel on his baby.

“So what’s it for?” Shran prompted.

“Why don’t you tell him, Trip?” Archer prodded with a wide smile on his face.

“Not at ALL, baby girl, not at all! When you’re chief engineer I hope your captain is nicer than mine.” Trip retorted. “Well, ya, see, sometimes it can get real dangerous around here and Phlox won’t be able to physically protect her. So…that’s what the chamber is for. If things start fallin’ apart in here, he can put her in there where she’ll be safe and outta the way.” Trip spoke as he continued to smear the gel on Lizzie.

“Tell him how you came up with the design.” The captain couldn’t contain his amusement any longer. He had often teased Trip about the design.

“How I came up with it doesn’t matter.” Trip sounded indignant.

“Now I must know. Come on Trip, if you don’t tell me, Archer will.” Shran pleaded.

“A dog house.” Trip mumbled.

“A what?” Shran leaned forward, his antennae crooked forward as well.

“A dog house, ya know for a dog? Like Porthos?”

“You made a dog house for your baby?”

“It’s not a dog house; the design is based on a dog house. They were called dogloos, which were based off igloos. Igloos were structures created from blocks of ice in a half-dome. They are very structurally sound, and kept the people warm in cold climates. So I just borrowed the idea. No appreciation, none, none, none!” Trip was getting irritated with the captain’s chortling. Shran was no exception, laughing along with Archer. Lizzie was anxious to return to her new found playmate.

“I hope she spits up on ya.” Trip handed his baby over to Shran who held her some distance away, fearing she would do just that.

“Gentlemen! You need to apply that gel.” Phlox admonished after he noticed the three men were still clothed.

“How’s T’Pol?” Trip asked anxious for an update as he reached for the pot of gel.

“She’ll be fine Commander.” Phlox walked abruptly away from the over-protective man. Phlox genuinely liked Trip, but when something was wrong with T’Pol or Lizzie, he was most annoying.

“We need to figure out who did this and why.” Archer interjected as he started to unzip his uniform. Trip handed a pot of the gel to Shran who looked on it with distaste.

“The Ferengi who traded it to us knew about the peace talks, and also knew we were to bring Soval to Earth. The ale is common Romulan ale. I don’t understand why the Romulans would care about peace talks between Andoria and Vulcan. They keep to themselves.” Shran informed them. He continued to wiggle and waggle his antenna at Lizzie, who would playfully grab at them, Shran would let her catch them occasionally. Lizzie would shriek with delight whenever she caught one.

You shouldn’t let her scream like that.

Go to sleep sweetie.

A thought occurred to Trip. “What if it wasn’t the Romulans, but someone who wants to implicate them? Not everyone is happy about the Vulcan/Andorian peace talks.”

“Who would want to infect the Vulcans with a virus?” Archer questioned.

Perhaps one of the Vulcan factions. There has been much inter-planetary fighting among them, and the bids for power continue.

“T’Pol had a thought, maybe one of the Vulcan factions. They’re not happy about the peace talks, let alone the shift in power. But why would they want to infect their own people? It doesn’t make any sense.” Trip was perplexed.

Actually it is quite logical. By killing off the Vulcans who do not agree with your ideals, you gain power by reducing those who oppose you. We must assume that those who created this virus must have an antidote for themselves.

I will my love.

Trip related T’Pol’s thoughts with the others.

”She may be onto something.” Shran conceded. “There are many opposed to this alliance.”

“Captain, Commander Tucker, Commander Shran. I have determined that this virus was specifically designed to attack the Vulcan reproductive system. Ironically, the younger the Vulcan, the more swiftly the virus affects them. Whoever designed this virus had a long-term goal in mind if the virus didn’t kill its victim. The virus would at first appear to be some natural disease, a flu if you will. It has all the earmarks of a standard run-of-the-mill flu. But…its secondary effect will destroy the Vulcan reproductive system.” Phlox had anticipated Trip’s reaction and was already motioning for Trip to calm down. “I need a sample of all of your blood, including Lizzie’s. T’Pol is in no immediate danger right now; I have slowed down this pathogen’s progress. It doesn’t appear to have any affect on humans, Andorians, or Denobulians but I want your blood to be sure.” Phlox loaded the drawer with the necessary equipment.

Trip passed them out, taking 2, one for himself, and one for his baby. Phlox collected all the vials and began his analysis.

Trip paced the small decon chamber impatiently while Archer and Shran continued their discussion. Trip’s thoughts were on what Phlox had said about the virus attacking the reproductive system. He wanted more children, and been researching the Pon Farr cycle to be prepared for T’Pol.

“TRIP!” Archer exclaimed. “Sit down; you’ll wear a hole in the deck plating. She’ll be fine, Phlox is working on an antidote. You remember that device you made for T’Pol, to hide her bio-sign?”

“Yeah. What about it?”

“Well, we might need to mask Soval’s bio-signature on Shran’s ship or Enterprise.”

“What device would this be?” Shran was intrigued.

“That would be the over-protective boyfriend device.” Archer chuckled at the memory. At Shran’s confused expression, Archer filled him in. Soon both were laughing at the story.

Trip walked over and removed his baby from Shran’s grasp. “No appreciation at all! Sure, laugh it up! Bet he asks me to make some more!” This was directed at Lizzie.

Still chuckling, Archer responded “Oh, come on Trip! And you’re right; I will want you to make more.” Archer turned back to Shran. “We need to get a look at your logs. Anyway to track this Ferengi ship?”

“I’ll contact Talas once we’re out of here, she can start scanning for it.” Shran responded.

“Gentlemen, as I suspected there is no effect on you. However, all of you are carriers. Whoever designed this virus wasn’t counting on a human/Vulcan hybrid. Ironically, Lizzie Tucker is going to be the key to saving the Vulcan race.”

“She’s what?” Trip Tucker perplexed.

“She’s the key to saving the Vulcan population. Her unique physiology is providing the cure to this pathogen. If this virus were to infect the Vulcan population either from Vulcans or contact with humans or Andorians, the Vulcans would ultimately be wiped out. Lizzie’s unique physiology will save the Vulcans. I am already working on an antidote for both T’Pol and you. We need to eliminate the strain from all of us so you won’t infect other Vulcans.”

Phlox worked for more than an hour developing the antidote for T’Pol and the trio of men using Lizzie’s blood to form an antidote.

“Obviously whoever developed this virus didn’t count on us coming into contact with you. As far as I know, Lizzie is the only human/Vulcan.” Shran spoke solemnly. “It was by chance that you contacted me, there would be no way to predict that.”

“Gentlemen, the antidote is ready. I have already administered it to T’Pol, she is recovering. Please inject yourselves.”

Trip retrieved the vials Phlox placed in the drawer for them. He injected himself and passed the other two to Archer and Shran.

Once Trip was released from decon, he wasted no time in going to T’Pol’s side.

“How ya doin’ honey?”

“I am fine, and will be fine. There is no permanent damage.” T’Pol reassured him.

“She will need to rest, no, ah…..strenuous activity for a number of days.” Phlox advised.

Both Trip and T’Pol looked dismayed.

“You, mean, um, no, um….” Trip trailed off. Archer looked amused; he had a feeling as to what strenuous activity they should avoid. He remembered sharing the townhouse with them before Lizzie was born, they were very active.

“Yes, I would refrain from having sexual relations for the next 4-5 days.” Phlox explained.

“That is unacceptable.” T’Pol informed the doctor.

“Honey, if Phlox thinks…” Trip had turned to T’Pol, his arm around her shoulders.

“No. I am fine.” T’Pol insisted.

“T’Pol…” Phlox stopped, seeing the expression on her face, knowing she wouldn’t pay any attention at all. “Fine, you aren’t going to listen to me anyway. Just don’t overdo it. No more than once a day.”

“Once a day! That is also unacceptable. Four.” T’Pol countered.

Trip was beginning to turn red. His wife stood before their captain and Shran negotiating on the number of times they would have sex each day.

“Two.” Phlox countered.

“Three.” T’Pol returned.

“TWO!” Phlox yelled. “Commander Tucker, take your wife back to your quarters and make sure she rests. Understood?”

Trip meekly shook his head in the affirmative and gripped his wife by her upper arm and pulled her towards the doors. Shran handed Lizzie to Trip as he exited sickbay.

“I have a great deal of work to do, now get out of my sickbay, all of you!” Phlox ushered them all out the doors, muttering under his breath.

“I had no idea Vulcan women were so…amorous.” Shran had turned to Archer, slowly walking behind the hurrying couple.

“You have no idea.” Archer replied.

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A whole mess of folks have made comments

LMAO!!! That was hilarious... I love T'Pol's negotiating at the end. Can't wait to see where this heads next.

Favors, you rock!!!!! This is already one of my fav stories!!!! Can't wait for the next Chapter!!!!!! Just hurry it up, I wanna see how this ends!!!!!!

LOL Wow!!! It sure sounds like Trip has a rough marriage. ;) I dont envy him, T'pol wanting Sex 4 times a day thats the rough life. (Insert sarcasm here.) ;)
This was Great cant wait for the next update.

The ending was hilarious. I loved this and hopefully you add a new chapter to it. Who did it.

ROTFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!1

I loved the story...especially the part at the end where T'pol gets pissed about the no-sex rule.

cute.....but not very believable at all. Still the end was funny.......

Great story. The ending was hilarious. Thank you.

Rough life can be funny ?!, Thank you for sharing, it makes me smile. !

I did have to laugh but never would have thought of an igloo design having anything to do with dog-loos. Loved Shran with Lizzie, that was unexpected and made me smile. Although I could never see this happening it was a riotous ride and I loved the bit at the end with an outraged T'Pol trying to negotiate more sex. At this rate Trip will be in sickbay himself - with exhaustion! Ali D :~)

Negotiating. Tee hee hee. That was hilarious, love it, can't wait for more! :)

This is excellent, I LOVE it!

Very nice! I can't wait for more!

Great! Please write more! I loved the interaction between Trip and T'pol thorough the bond. There was just the right balance between their love and a story line! I can't wait for more!

Great! Please write more! I loved the interaction between Trip and T'pol thorough the bond. There was just the right balance between their love and a story line! I can't wait for more!

I hope you update SOON. Please Update.

I just saw the last two episodes of enterprise, and iam disgusted, i may suffer emotional damage because of it, so i need a little something to boost my spirits. Posting a new chapter would really boost my spirits.

I havent laughed this much in a while. Especially when T'Pol was arguing with Phlox. It was just priceless.

I havent laughed this much in a while. Especially when T'Pol was arguing with Phlox. It was just priceless.

An update would be nice.

Try to update more often.

Try to update more often.

Try to update more often.

try to update more often