Child of Time- Ch. 3

The Child of Time

By JD1

Rating: PG, Mystery, Romance
Disclaimers in Chapter One

Author’s Note: I’m really sorry for not posting sooner. But you know, school, homework, lack of interest in typing, Christmas coming soon, and I have four sometimes five other people who use this computer so I just haven’t been able to get on. But it’s here now so I hope you like it.
Summary: When the Vulcan boy wakes up, how will he act? And how will the officers take to him and his features?

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Chapter 3

Strange New World

**Sickbay**

"So, doc, how’s he doing?" Archer asked expectantly about the Vulcan boy.

"He’s just fine. I can wake him whenever." Doctor Phlox said, with his usual cheerfulness.

"Do it." Archer ordered.

Phlox obeyed by grabbing a hypospray and injecting him in the arm. The boy’s eyes fluttered as he regained consciousness. Archer, Phlox, T’Pol, and Trip all gathered around him as Archer said, "I’m Captain Jonathon Archer. This is Doctor Phlox, Sub-Commander T’Pol, and Commander Tucker my chief engineer. And you are?"

After a brief pause, in which Archer feared he couldn’t understand English, the boy said, "I am Selack. Where am I?" His Vulcan composer barely faltered during his statement.

"You’re aboard the Earth vessel Enterprise. We received your distress call and rescued you from the planet. Do you remember what happed?" Archer answered.

"Or who attacked you?" Trip added, getting a look from Selack, but it was quickly covered up.

Selack shook his head, "No, I only knew that we were attacked. The last thing I remember was that I was meditating when I heard the sound of an explosion. When I went to see what it was, I was knocked unconscious by something. Then I woke up here."

Archer nodded, but before he could say anything, Phlox said, "Selack needs to rest now, Captain. Perhaps you could finish this discussion later."

"Right. Selack, perhaps you would like to join me and my officers here for dinner?"

"I would… appreciate that." Selack nodded his head in thanks and watched them as they walked out before lying down.

**Captain’s Mess**

Selack took his appointed seat, across from the Captain yet next to Trip (as the Commander had instructed him to call him) and T’Pol. Trip, who had gotten much better at being able to semi-read Vulcan’s (at least T’Pol’s) emotions, could swear that Selack looked extremely uncomfortable. It wasn’t the Captain, but T’Pol, and maybe even him a little, that was the cause of it. That would sure explain the look he gave Trip in Sickbay.

When the food arrived, Selack gave an interesting look at Trip’s prime rib, not unlike T’Pol’s first reaction to them. As a matter-o-fact, he was a lot like T’Pol, not just the Vulcan thing, but also his personality in general.

Trip caught his look at his ribs and sarcastically asked, "Ya want some?" Trip smile broadened when Selack (if possible) straightened up even more in his seat. Even Archer couldn’t help smiling.

"I won’t have to… eat that, will I?" Selack’s curiosity dripped in that question, something even more un-Vulcan like than his features to the humans. That statement earned him a laugh from the other two men, something most Vulcan would be offended by, but not Selack.

"No, of course not. We know Vulcans are vegetarians." With that, the last of the food came out, and to Selack’s relief, it was two Vulcan salads. When dinner was over, Selack had thanked the Captain for having him, something that was not usual Vulcan behavior; something they almost expected from him now. Then he excused himself and went back to Sickbay because Phlox still wanted to keep an eye on him for a day or so.

"Well, that ‘bout the politest, weirdest, and youngest Vulcan I’ve ever met." stated Trip not too long after Selack left.

"The politeness I’ve got no problem with after dealing with so many Vulcan’s who have none. No offence T’Pol." Archer cringed, not meaning to insult her or her people (well…).

"None taken." T’Pol said with a raised eyebrow and in her usual monotone voice.

"Yea, it’s just… I don’t know, creepy. I mean have ya noticed his hair. Not even T’Pol thinks she’s seen a Vulcan like that. His stance, attitude, it isn’ like any Vulcan I’ve ever met." Trip said, in his southern accent, and shrugged his shoulders.

"The Commander is correct; Selack is a most peculiar Vulcan." T’Pol said, getting a surprised looked from Trip, mostly from agreeing with him.

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I’ve been trying to get them to be suspicious of Selack; it just hasn’t worked till now. So I hope it doesn’t sound too lame. Please R/R.

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