Little Lizzie

Little Lizzie

By: TLR

Rated PG: Mild language
Disclaimer: Enterprise is the property of an incredibly disloyal and stupid UPN and Paramount Pictures.....Sorry....Again I am not happy about the way they are ending things and just seem to have to vent.........
Summary: This story picks up in the last seconds of the episode "Demon". I have seen the spoilers for the next episode and decided I wanted to give you my view of what it should be and not what it really will be. The madman Mr. Paxton is on camera giving the entire planet and Enterprise his new world order speech with a disturbed Trip and T'Pol standing incredibly close to one another in the back ground....(Loved that part at least) .....Enjoy......

May 7th,2005

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"Terra Prime forever!" John Fredrick Paxton ended his tirade for the camera and he motioned for his first lieutenant, Mr. Grieves to cut off communications. The large African American male complied and the screen cam that held the orbiting planet faded to black. Paxton then looked to his two captives. They were standing again, shoulder to shoulder as they always seemed to be, being guarded by a lesser male, Grieves' second in command for security, Mr. Daniels..... The stocky male seemed to be wearing the same sadistic smile that everyone else in the room had across their faces. This terrified Trip, who's only thought right now, was to get to his daughter and get both her and T'Pol off this insane ship and back to the relative safety of Enterprise. He looked to T'Pol who seemed to have an incredibly angry look in her eyes for a Vulcan.

Paxton came around the console and stood before the two. "Like my speech?" He asked with the same evil grin on his face.

"You're a mad man....." Trip started and was abruptly cut off by a sharp jab to his ribs by the butt of a phaser rifle courtesy of Daniels. "OooooHHHH"

"Mad man perhaps..... But that is none of your concern Commander." Paxton walked close past the two and continued his insane agenda. "But it takes visionaries like myself to keep the Human race safe from that which would threaten it. Undesirables....." He looked back at T'Pol with a distasteful glare.

"You're a murderer....." She returned him flatly.

"Really......And your people.....They murdered 14 innocent humans in your embassy just months ago.....Isn't that a bit like the pot calling the kettle black....Ms T'Pol...... or should I say Lady T'Pol......" He again circled close to her and gauged the level of her response.

"Commander T'Pol.....and the bombing was the work of Romulans who had infiltrated our embassy... It is not allowed in our race to kill for indiscriminant reasons, even for ones deemed allowed, it is not considered acceptable." T'Pol followed him with her eyes, which were still smoldering at the mere thought of this man having touched her child.

"Ah yes....Vulcans are the enlightened species.....determined to tame mankind into being its submissive puppets. Yes...we in Terra Prime know all about your people.....You pose us the greatest threat......You appear harmless, but do the most damage lulling humans into a false sense of safety while you slowly take over our planet.....Yes....Your people are our greatest enemies...."
Paxton raised a finger to lift her chin, but T'Pol quickly snapped away from his touch. This warranted a lesser jab to her rib cage, for which she didn't flinch.

"Stop that......!" Trip pushed into him and was rewarded by another swift clip to his side.

"Daniels...." Paxton motioned to him to desist and the stocky man backed down.

"If we are such a threat to you, then why make a Vulcan Human hybrid.....It seems illogical for you to use DNA from a species you deem as your enemy." T'Pol spoke at them loudly trying to dissuade them from going after Trip again.

"Because......Enemy as you are....your body holds vast improvements in fighting off illness and infection...... But it has never been compatible with Humans, so simply using the blood of Vulcans cannot eliminate diseases that keep Humanity from advancing into the super human species it can be. However....A Vulcan Human hybrid's blood can give us the needed antibodies to eliminate many different illnesses and allow us to form regenerative capabilities without having to resort to letting your species become a permanent part of our lives... Why spoil earth with a bunch of undesirables when we can have your abilities without those horrid pointed ears...." Again he tried to touch her, but was far off his mark.

"Humanity.....You just killed hundreds of innocent beings pulling the camp off the site....Your victims wouldn't consider you to be a superhuman race." Trip added in his two cents through a forced exhaled breath.

"All the desirables were notified to come on board when they heard the alert. The only ones left in the caverns were the non human contingent.... The loss of anyone who didn't make it aboard in time was negligible." The older gentleman looked down at the top of his fingers inspecting them for any dirt as he spoke.

"You are speaking of Genocide." T'Pol quickly returned...."You are trying to rid the world of anyone who does not go along with your vision of a super human race." She hesitated a moment recalling some of earth's recent history. "Col. Green......You are continuing his work.....Furthering it as it were."

Paxton looked around at the intuitive Vulcan. "Very good......But that is exactly why we chose Vulcans for this project. Your advanced mental skills are biochemical and can be absorbed into the blood stream..... Or at least will be once your little offspring grows into her abilities more."

"You keep your hands off our child!" Trip lurched forward and was re-anchored by Mr. Daniels' hand upon his shoulder. Disgusted he continued. "Who is this Col. Green?"

Paxton looked to T'Pol, since she was so clever in figuring out his plan. He motioned for her to fill her star crossed lover in on the details.

"Col. Green was a leader who came into power shortly after your third world war. He determined that to save man kind from suffering the ravages of those who were exposed to the nuclear blasts, he would put to death all those affected, thus ending their suffering and preventing the suffering of their offspring for generations to come. He inhumanely killed hundreds of thousands of innocent humans so that the superior, non affected ones could then repopulate the earth. He felt himself to be saving mankind from its own short sightedness........He was insane and finally brought to justice for his crimes." T'Pol let out an audible exhale as she finished her last comment indicating she agreed with the masses decision that Green was a criminal.

"Insane.....Isn't that how all great visionaries are seen. He was a wonderfully compassionate man who ended the suffering of countless millions and allowed the human race to regenerate into the strong, independent species it became. He was a genius and should have been rewarded for the sacrifice he made in saving humanity. Instead...they put him in prison, on trial and murdered him without a thought. Most likely, due to his superior reasoning ability, humans are often afraid of drastic thinking, and change."

"He was a mad man....All the scans proved it. His thought processes were corrupted by the drugs he was taking to keep his alertness for the long rampages he participated in. He was trying to improve his mental abilities also, using a synthetic hormone, which was later deemed the cause of his mental instability." T'Pol's words were clinical but her voice betrayed her anger and outrage at her child's circumstance.

"He was a god." Paxton came quickly up to the woman taking the collar of her mining outfit and lifting her face to his. His eyes seared holes into hers and his breath spit out as he spoke. Trip started to move between them and felt the grip on his shoulder tighten into a painful piercing jab. T'Pol showed no change in her demeanor. She stared back equally defiant and didn't flinch at the closeness of the clearly insane male.

Paxton released her clothing in a throwing motion that returned her to her feet abruptly. T'Pol stuck the landing, not allowing her captor to see any weakness on her part.

"It matters not what you think.....You two are simply here to provide us with some insurance....When we are done with you, you will both be put to death, much like your hybrid bitch when she is of no further use to us......That is if she survives all the procedures........The last few she didn't seem to fair well." Paxton knew his words about their daughter would wound them greater than any talk of their own demise.

A huge knot caught in the throat of both Trip and T'Pol. The thought of their child being used as a lab animal was too much for either of them to bear. They seethed at the man responsible, both thinking up ways to destroy him with their bare hands.

"Take them back to the holding cell and post a guard......Never trust a Vulcan....they are notorious at getting out of their bonds when the stakes are high enough." Paxton waved at the two and Daniels complied, pushing both of them out the doorway with intermittent shoves in their backs.

Paxton turned to the console and watched as Grieves started siphoning power from the relay they had connected too shortly after their landing. The same one he used to demonstrate the blast into the moon's surface during his historic proclamation only moments ago.

***

Back in the holding cell, Trip was in full worry mode. He paced rapidly back and forth while T'Pol sat in the corner with her eyes closed, head straight forward and hands steepled in her lap. She remained silent even though her bond mate was clearly in need of her counsel.

"Those Bastards.......Just wait till I get my hands on them......I'll tear them apart....limb from limb." He turned and started yet another pass by the Vulcan's silent frame.

"Those sonsabitching bastards.....Just let me get my hands on them..." His words hissed out spraying the room with his hatred. He again checked the door, yanking at it to see if his anger could pull it from its hinges.

"God.....That poor baby.....What could they be putting her through....What procedures.....These men are insane.......To do....who knows what to a tiny defenseless baby....." Tears started to replace the flame redness of his eyes. He looked to T'Pol as she sat there silently. His anger grew a bit for her emotionless response to all this.

"T'Pol......For god's sake....They are torturing our child.... Don't you give a damn about anything....." He grabbed her shoulder rather roughly trying to shake her from the meditation he knew she had retreated too. "Now is not the time to meditate....Now is the time to act!"

Her eyes sprang open..."That is precisely what I am doing. I am checking on the status of our daughter. Or at least I was until you shook me from my concentration."

"You can do that?" He asked a bit amazed and sat down on the bunk next to her.

"Yes.....Vulcan children remain strongly in their parents' bond from conception throughout their child hood life. When they reach early maturity, they wean their connection, but it is never broken while the parents are alive." T'Pol returned to her meditative posture. She reached out once more with her mind and tried to touch the essence she had come to identify as her little girl."

"How is she?" Trip asked after a few moments of anxious silence.

"She is not well.... She is frightened.....and calling out." T'Pol returned "I must sooth her fears."

(It's okay My'ail.....I am here and will keep you safe.) T'Pol extended her consciousness to try and surround the child with reassurance.
She felt an easing, but realized quickly it was due to illness, not a response to her caressing reassurances.

"Trip....She is really not well..... We must get to her.... I must be in contact with her to support her life force." T'Pol opened her eyes and looked concerned at Trip.

"Yeah, but getting through those doors is going to prove to be a problem." Trip scratched his head as he began his frantic pacing again.

"I got it!" Trip said coming once more to her side.

"You pretend you're ill and I'll holler for the guard. When he comes in to tend to you, I'll take him from behind." Trip whispered into her ear.

"Don't you think I should take him, I am better trained in combat and have superior physical strength on my side." She responded even more quietly.

"Yes.....but they won't be expecting that from a human......Besides....the guard would be more pissed that his Vulcan captive was ill then his human one. You seem to be an important part of his plan. Anyway, if I am not successful in taking the guy out, you can finish him off." Trip looked eager that his plan made sense to her.

T'Pol nodded and lay down upon the floor. "Just give me a moment."
Trip flashed her a confused look. "I will attempt to make myself look gravely ill to better convince him into opening the door."

Trip nodded and took up his position behind the door. He watched as within seconds, T'Pol's breathing had all but ceased. She grew pale and motionless, and if Trip hadn't known better, he would have sworn she was dead.

He began yelling loudly out the crack of the door. "Hey.....she's collapsed....I think she's dying.......Somebody better get in here......She's looking really bad." He repeatedly screamed at the top of his lungs as he went to her side. Trip realized that the guard would be expecting him to be behind the door and moved his strategy to get his trust back a little. The large slat on the door slid open and a pair of eyes peered through it. There was Trip kneeling beside her limp pale body. His expression was one of extreme concern as he patted her hand and brushed her face over and over again to get a response.

Trip heard the large bolt slide back and the door swung open slowly. In walked Daniels armed with his phase rifle pointing directly at the two. He motioned for Trip to move away and bent down to check on the status of the alien undesirable. Trip occasionally motioned forward to try and jump the male, but was constantly held back by his quick animal like reflexes. The third time Daniels turned to put Trip in his place, a frail feminine hand came up and captured his collar bone in a very Vulcan style nerve pinch... Daniels fell to the floor with a loud thud. Trip looked quite surprised as he watched T'Pol regain her standing position, and kicked the guard's leg from her path.

"Nice....." Trip said as T'Pol lifted the rifle from his grasp and handed it to him. "Didn't know Vulcans could do that."

"There are many things we can do, that humans are unaware of." She returned dryly and started around him toward the door, only to be stopped by Paxton, Grieves and two other armed guards.

"I told you never to underestimate a Vulcan.....Now you see why we chose them for our little experiment.....The new order of humans will possess all their abilities, without that disgusting green hue...." Paxton said to his first lieutenant and motioned for the guards to pick up Daniels from the floor.

Once Daniels was out of the room, the two guards returned. "You two are proving to be more trouble than you are worth....It's a shame Miss Corey decided to betray us like she did, then I wouldn't need either of you."

"Why was Susan Corey so important to you?" Trip asked, moving to stand in front of T'Pol protecting her from any wrath their little escape plan would bring them.

"She was keeping the little bitch alive...." He returned fingering the nearest surface for cleanliness.

"What?" Trip was even more confused.

"It would seem with all their superior abilities, Vulcans are frail little things when they are babies. They must maintain a psychic connection with their parents in order to grow strong and healthy. Without it they die... Found that out the hard way.... Took us 8 times to get one to live past 3 days old." Paxton talked of the previous babies like tomato plants that didn't fair well in the hot mid day sun.

Trip and T'Pol were even more repulsed knowing that 8 other babies were created and died alone at the hands of this mad man.

"Yep...then we captured a Vulcan female and tortured her. Amazingly she didn't give us any information because of the pain we inflicted on her....But when she saw us torturing the next specimen....well she quickly divulged the answers. Too bad she wasn't in time to save it.....Even worse was the fact that she died of her own wounds soon afterward, so we couldn't use her to further our next attempt." Again Paxton walked the room checking for dust along its surfaces.

"Susan possessed high level empathic abilities and agreed to surrogate the next attempt.....Your little girl.....until she realized that Ms Corey wasn't her real mother and started to reject the connection with her. That's when the health problems began......" He came around and started staring at the Vulcan female. "I thought we'd have to begin again, until I heard Enterprise was back on earth. The information was leaked to Susan, who by this time had grown quite attached to the patient and knew she would not survive our procedures without her biological parents." He ran the same finger over T'Pol's shoulder checking her for dirt.

"We followed her right too you....then shot her to prevent her from giving too much information. The vial she carried was designed to peak your interest and get you to find us. It seems to have worked very well wouldn't you say." He looked down at her with the same even demeanor that he would for a well performed lab experiment.

"You're mad....." Trip returned and lunged at him, but was knocked forward by one of the guards.

"It is definite that we need the female, but I feel you should pay for your little indiscretion...... Kill him...."Paxton ordered and the guard pointed the readied phase rifle at Trip who was still lying on the floor.

"Wait..." T'Pol interjected. "If you kill him....the child will not survive." She stated, her tone even as to not belie the need to save her mate.

"You're lying....."

"Vulcans do not lie." She returned. "A child needs the bond with both their parents to survive.

"He's not Vulcan.... She will survive with yours alone." He wasn't buying her story.

"Vulcan or not.....that child is a product of Commander Tucker and myself and needs the bond it receives from both of us to survive. It is a well documented fact that a baby of only one parent bond does not fair well and most often dies before it reaches 10 months." T'Pol looked the mad man directly and kept her science officer face squarely in place.
"Beside that, if you kill the Commander....then I will not be able to support her, for I will be dying from my own severed bond."

Paxton considered her words a moment. He then motioned for the guard to back off and disregard his order. "If I find out you lied Vulcan......You'll watch your mate and your baby die a most horrible death....long and excruciating and you will know it was because you lied to me that they suffered so..." He held up a pointed finger in her face to emphasize his point. T'Pol looked at him then watched as Trip righted himself again.

In through the door walked a female guard. She stopped just short of Paxton and waited for him to finish his threat.

"I have word from the clinic that the patient is getting weaker." She reported abruptly and handed the man a palm padd. He reviewed the data and scowled at the readout.

"It seems we are gonna be able to test your little theory sooner than expected. She is in need of her parent's gentle support it would seem." He turned and left the room. "Bring them!" he shouted as the guards herded them out after him.

***

They walked down a long corridor and into several different cabins, passing through until they came upon a dimly lit room at the end of the last corridor. There in the darkness was a blue light that bathed an incubator in a warm friendly glow. As they approached at gun point, Trip and T'Pol anxiously looked into the glass surface and caught first glimpse of their child's heavenly features. She laid there, eyes closed and looking so frail their hearts sank in unison. T'Pol instinctively reached to open the doors of the incubator, but was pushed back by the tall Mr. Grieves.

"Look but don't touch" Paxton ordered and waited patiently for T'Pol and Trip to perform some kind of miracle healing.

"I must be in contact with her in order to support her life force." T'Pol stated defensively.

"You said I....I thought you just told me that she needed both of you?" Paxton called T'Pol on her words.

"Commander Tucker will be in contact with me, and I will send his support through with my own, but we must be in contact to support her fully."

Paxton considered for a moment then motioned to let the two get closer to the crib. "Alright, but try not to get her all germy...." He added and folded his hands across his chest in impatience.

(Trip stand behind me and enclose me with your arms once I have her in hand) She sent through their bond, reaching for his hand to make sure he would receive her comment. She watched as he nodded his understanding and allowed her to pick up the baby girl.

The Vulcan gently laid a hand on her face, caressing it softly and watching with relief as her breathing became more regular. The clinic physician saw the readings improving and reported as much to Paxton with a nod. T'Pol eased the baby up into her arms and felt her frail body limp and lifeless beneath her touch. Trip came up and wrapped his arms about T'Pol's waist, resting his chin on her shoulder to watch his daughter's condition from a closer view point. For a moment the surrounding danger faded away and both parents stood admiring the beautiful baby in her arms.

The child's features were fair with a mixture of both Human and Vulcan characteristics. She had a lighter skin then T'Pol and definitely had Trip's father's nose, but the ears and hair color left no doubt who the mother was. The baby's breathing grew stronger as did her vital signs and the doctor continued to update the mad man that their plan was working.

The baby opened her eyes and looked up knowingly into her parent's faces. Her brilliant blue eyes sparkled for one so sick, when they met T'Pol's. She felt a surge of happiness run through her being as did Trip when the child realized that her parents had come for her at last.

"God ....she is beautiful." Trip murmured again forgetting their circumstances for an instant.

"It's a matter of taste......Bad taste" Paxton snorted and brought Trip back to his senses.

T'Pol ran her fingers along the baby's face and was rewarded with a soft smile. Trip smiled back at the little nymph and got a gurgle for his efforts.

(You'll be fine.....we are here My'ail. I will not let them hurt you any longer.) Trip could hear T'Pol's words to the child in his mind and for the first time realized just how special this bond of theirs was.

(That's right....little one.......Daddy's gonna take care of everything and Mommy's got you, so don't be frightened.) He sent his own message through the bond and was rewarded with more gurgles, grins and sighs.

(She heard me!) He thought loudly and T'Pol answered. (Of course she heard you..... you are her father.)

(So what you said to Paxton....It wasn't a lie.) He asked her wondering just how much this bond of theirs played in this little girl's life.

(Vulcans do not lie........ I do not lie) She returned evenly and went back to assessing her daughter's condition. The child's vitals had returned to normal by this point and the physician notified Paxton quietly while his two captives were admiring their offspring. He motioned for the guards to separate the child from her parental beings.

The guards stepped in as the doctor removed the child from T'Pol's arms.
"That'll be enough for today..... Maybe if you're good, I'll even let you feed her." Paxton added as he ordered the two be returned to confinement.
Trip could sense the wrenching feeling coming from T'Pol as the stout little man ripped the baby away from her. He felt a wave of passionate anger, and could feel her thoughts of homicidal rage as she fought to keep her controls in place.

"Come on hun...." He whispered into her ear still holding on about her waist.

"How touching." Paxton added fuel to the fire knowing that T'Pol's controls were at their limit.

"Back off you freak." Trip spit at the man and was rewarded by a swift rifle butt to the back of his neck. T'Pol steadied him and assisted his journey back to the cell. Once there, the door was latched and a guard posted outside armed to the teeth.

***

T'Pol tended to the open gash on Trip's neck. She could feel his pain through their bond and tried to lessen it as much as she could. Her mind kept going back to her daughter who by now was crying out mentally for her parents. This anguished her heart and she sat defeated, almost to the point of tears beside her bondmate.

Trip wrapped his arm protectively about her shoulders and leaned his head into hers. With this contact, he heard the cries his little girl was sending and he too found it hard to keep from sobbing along. His eyes filled with tears as he tried to hold on for her sake.

(Don't worry little one....we're still here and we'll get you outta here as soon as we can.) He sent through T'Pol hoping that his weak signal would get through as well as T'Pol's. His mate looked up at his face and wiped away some of the stray tears that hung there.

"She knows we are here....She just wants to see us.... but she can still feel our presence in her mind......Mostly she is reacting to our fears for her safety.... We need to keep giving her reassurances......We need to control our fears.....Can you do that?" T'Pol asked him solemnly.

"I don't know......Right now I am so afraid for her and for you that I can't think straight." Trip replaced the previous tears with new ones.

"I know.....I am as well, but we have to keep a clear head to get her out of here and back safely to Enterprise.....Can you do that?" Trip just nodded and took a deep breath to steady his thoughts.

T'Pol simply moved into his arms and remained there for a long while, allowing her closeness to reassure him that she would be there for him. In return she found reassurances coming back to her from him that eased her own frazzled thoughts. Together they continued to send reassuring messages to the young one alone in the dimly lit room.

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A whole mess of folks have made comments

Magnificent! *sniffle* Trip's so afriad for the baby and T'pol, he can't think straight! ARGH! That's heart breaking!

Wonderfully heart-wrenching - Excellent story!

Great story, hope to see more.

That is such as sad story, great but heart-breaking.

sniff

I can barely look at that beautiful baby...

I sure hope she fares better in your story

More!!

I´ve got tears in my eyes, you know that? It IS heart-wrenching.
But please don´t let it end as it will be in the show. Give us a Happy Ending. Please!

If only this were how it was really gonna play out!

*punches John Fredrick Paxton in the nose*
Take that, you Trip/T'Pol hater!

I want to give that baby a hug--please update soon, with good news! ;)

This is sooooo goood!!! I LOVE that for all her reticence before T'Pol is now WARRIOR MOMMA!! Don't get between her and her baby!!

I hope to see a better ending than the two BB's are giving us!!! And soon.

Some one kill that 22nd century Nazi!
I really hate what John Hitler Paxton is doin to poor T'baby, and TnT. Jerk needs to die on TV and in this fic. Please Have Trip and Polly rip him limb from limb.

Wonderful but sad; hoping for a happy ending.

Okay, now that I have used up all the kleenex in my house (sniff, sniff)....please continue this soon! And give that SOB Paxton what he deserves (like a shove out the nearest airlock)!!

This is a great story! Why aren't you head writer?!!

Very sweet, nice story.

One thing: Having Trip ask who Green was is rather like having him ask who Hitler was. Same deal, different war.

Absolutely fantastic story, please continue soon. Thank you.

whaaaaaaaaaaa, poor little lizze!!:(

Wow. Very gripping. I'm really looking forward to what happens.

Have to say how much I like this story!! Please give us a happy ending!! I'd much rather have this one than the one on the show any day. We need some good news for a change.

Stupid Paxton garbage face! I don't like him. I reeeeeally don't like him. But I do like this story! Here's hoping that Terra Prime is this good, and here's to another awesome chapter coming soon! (hint hint) :)

I really like your story. Your ending is going to happier than what's going to happen on Friday. As for me, I don't think anything that Berman and Braga come up with in the future will redeem them in the eyes of the fans. It seems that when one of them (can't remember which one) hooked up with Seven of Nine, all other ST was forgotten.

Don't worry. I pulled out all the Vulcan stops, even going back into original star trek spock still to get a few tricks that will take care of mr. paxton......I submitted the second half, should be out tomorrow.........T

Hahahahaha! its pretty damn obvious someones gonna end by being sucked out of an airlock, or tumbling down a warp core. myself, i would have twisted some necks immediately, but perhaps trip didnt have the guts, or simply knew it wouldnt help. ( although you have to be some kinda hero to try the `oh god shes ill!` trick, hehehe ) good story, good writing, hopefully good ending, lively writing as well, i give it an 8.5 ( out of 10, please dont be offended cause youd have to be some kinda shakespeare to get a 10 ) very good story indeed.