Child of Time- Ch. 2

The Child of Time

By JD1

Rating: PG, Mystery, Romance
Disclaimers in Chapter One
Author's Note: I'm sorry this took so long, between school and Thanksgiving and everyone in my family deciding to suddenly start using the computer, I haven't been able to get on. But you know it's here now, so enjoy!
Summary: A distress call from a planet maybe the beginning of the future.

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Chapter 2

The Beginning of the Beginning

It was a normal day on Enterprise. Everything was running smoothly; the bridge was buzzing with people talking and working, but little did they know that in the next few months their lives would change forever.

"I'm receiving a distress call," Hoshi Sato called from her position at communications.

"Where." Captain Jonathan Archer said not as a question but an order.

"The Vontago System." Hoshi answered.

"Mayweather, maximum speed," Archer ordered without pause.

"I’m on it sir, we’ll be there in two hours, sir," came the answer from the Helm.

"T’Pol, do you know anything about the Vontago System?" Archer asked.

T’Pol stopped to think about it before answering. "There are three planets orbiting a red giant. Two are M class, but only one is inhabited. A Vulcan monastery I believe."

**Two Hours Later**

They had reached the planet. It looked beautiful, swirls of white and blue, purple and brownish green all mixed together to form the planet's appearance. But when they looked closely, they could see the scorch marks from the apparent attack.

"I’m detecting one life form. It’s Vulcan, sir." Hoshi said, confirming their earlier suspicion.

Archer nodded, but not a satisfied one. "Only one, Hoshi?"

"Yes, sir."

Archer sighed. "Very well. Trip, T’Pol, you're with me." He hopped out of his chair and walked to the turbo lift, followed closely by Trip and T’Pol. When they were all in, he order the lift to go to an already fueled and ready shuttle pod.
Archer nodded after digesting the information. "Do you know of anyone that would want to harm them?"

"I do not." T’Pol said bluntly.

"I guess we’re about to find out," Lieutenant Reed commented in his British accent from his station at tactical.

**On The Planet**

The three split up, in hopes of finding the survivor faster. Trip and T’Pol went to the right, while Archer went to the left.

As they rounded a corner, they could hear a moan followed by the movement of some debris. T’Pol quickly pulled out her tricorder and scanned the area. She nodded her confirmation that their survivor was under there. With a silent gesture to Trip, they were able to lift the debris off of him.

"He is alive but unconscious. We need to get him to Enterprise as soon as possibile." T’Pol told Trip, in her ‘Vulcan’ voice (AN: if you didn’t catch on, it means their monotone voice that they always speak in.). Trip nodded and very carefully picked him up.

He was a very young Vulcan, Trip noted, probably fifteen, maybe sixteen. Well, that’s what he looked like, anyway. He also could see that in his ruffled and very dirty black hair, the norm for all the Vulcan’s Trip had seen, there were streaks of blond, something he had never seen in a Vulcan. He thought perhaps it was something they had when they were younger; he had never seen a Vulcan this young before.

There was also blood on his forehead, obviously from a beam or something he was buried under. His blood almost proved he was as Vulcan as T’Pol with its green properties, but it also had this red tint to it, hardly noticeable and most likely nothing, but it seemed weird to Trip.

Through all his pondering and thoughts, he maneuvered his way through the halls with T'Pol leading him. Archer was already at the shuttle pod, waiting for them. T'Pol had obviously informed him of their 'find' and had gone back.
The trip back was quiet and boring, as the boy was in no immediate danger, and nothing could be done from there. Well, with the exception of T'Pol cleaning and dressing his wound.

"Interestin', isn' it," Trip stated, his southern accent dripping in his voice. He had walked into the cabin, where they had put the boy so he could lie down, and had caught her staring at the same things he had noticed earlier.

T'Pol just raised an eyebrow at him and said, "What is, Commander?"

"His hair, fer one."

T'Pol nodded, "Yes, I do not believed I have ever seen a Vulcan with this color of or in their hair." After a short pause, she said or rather asked, "You have never seen a Vulcan this young, have you?"

Trip's head shot up in surprise, that wasn't a question he had expected. Then he shock his head, "No, all the Vulcans I've ever meet were round yer age or older. I guess it never occurred ta me-"

"That all Vulcans are children as well as humans." T'Pol interrupted him.

"Yea, sorta," Trip confused, sheepishly, and shrugged his shoulders. They stayed like that, in silence, for the remaining five or six minutes of the trip.

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Do you know who the boy is yet? Or where he was? And has anyone been able to put the two chaps together yet?

Please R/R and tell me. And if you don't know, I'm sure you'll figure it out from the next few chaps.

Also for anyone who hasn't read any of my stories before, I always put the summary of this chapter at the top for anyone who likes to read the summaries.

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