~*~Disclaimer=me no own~*~ I have two other stories on the go both are
about two or three chapters away from completion so I thought might as well
get the wagon rolling and start on another one. Yes it's another Malcolm
centred story. I don't care. I totally embrace my bordering on obsession
with trying to kill him or injuring him in stories. I am normal. I am
normal. Stop looking at me like I'm insane! Fine, I'll embrace my insanity
instead!~*~
Malcolm stared at his reflection in the mirror dolefully. He felt terrible and he didn't look much better either. A 1000 instrument steel band were giving it some in his head and his nose had decided to run a marathon.
With it only being a few hours away from going down to the latest planet for first contact he was feeling even worse. He scrabbled around for a painkiller and blew his nose.
Once he'd showered and changed he looked slightly healthier.
*There's nothing wrong with me* He told himself firmly*Out of mind, out of sight, remember?*
He tucked neatly folded hankerchiefs into various pockets, blessing whoever had the presence of mind to include them in the uniform design.
Hair neatly combed, uniform straight and tidy, hanky's in pockets (various). Finally satisfied that he no longer looked peaky he dared to venture out to the mess hall. For urgently needed mugs of tea and/or coffee.
He hid himself away in the corner sipping at his drink, feeling the painkiller finally kick in. Unfortunately for him fate decided to play a hand. His peaceful calm was shattered by a loud and (disturbingly) happy greeting
"Mornin' Mal!"
*Oh GGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD* Malcolm thought briefly closing his eyes.
"Morning Trip"
"Ya not hungry? I thought ya never missed breakfast." Said Trip plonking himself down in the empty chair, giving Malcolm a curious stare. "Ya lookin' a bit pale, ya ok?"
"I'm fine-just tired" Malcolm lied.
*What in the Hell gives him the right to be this happy this early on a morning?* He thought moodily.
Trip stared at him intently for a moment but chose not to pursue it. Instead watching him like a hawk trying to check for any signs of illness, Malcolm wished he wouldn't, it got very annoying.
He left the mess hall quickly and travelled down to his sanctuary-The Armoury.
*Now weapons are useful, they don't judge you and they made cool explosions* he thought as he entered the room.
Members of his team looked up.
"Morning sir" they chorused.
"Morning everyone" said Malcolm nodding.
His second in command handed his the report.
"Ah, I see the bugger up fairy has kindly paid us another visit" He said reading it. "From this report I judge you all know what needs to be done while I'm away. I expect this Armoury to be in a better shape when I get back than it is now."
"Yes sir" his team muttered.
Malcolm regarded his team closely as they began working. He felt proud of them, he had a crack team.
They had already made contact with the planet they were visiting. The Jennern seemed very friendly and eager to meet them. Malcolm was doubtful as to their intentions but as usual had met a barrier when suggesting a security team come with them and that they all have phasers. He had managed to bargain one phaser for himself and that was it.
He met the others in the shuttle bay first blowing his nose quietly outside before entering. He refused to believe he was ill.
"Are you ok Malcolm?" Hoshi asked concerned.
"I'm fine" Malcolm replied.
"You look really pale" she said staring at him.
"I'm fine" he repeated feeling a tickle in the back of his throat. "Perfectly fine"
By the time the rest of the Away Team had assembled Malcolm had one of those: 'If anybody else dares ask me if I'm feeling ok I'm gonna stick this phaser where the sun don't shine!'
Nobody asked him if he felt alright, funny thing that.......
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Down on the planet~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Malcolm attempted to perfect his blank façade before he got out the shuttlepod.
*Mind over matter* He thought firmly *You're not ill, you're not ill, you're not ill.*
He fell into step behind Archer, Trip and Hoshi as they walked forward to greet the Jennern Prime Minister.
His instincts were screaming that something was wrong. He put it down to acute paranoia and tried to ignore the feeling.
"Greetings Captain Archer, welcome to Jennera!" He said warmly.
"Thank you Prime Minister, I'd like to introduce Commander Charles Tucker, Lieutenant Malcolm Reed and Ensign Hoshi Sato" Archer said shaking his hand.
Handshakes were exchanged, smiles were plastered to faces and Malcolm's instincts told him something was going to happen soon, something that could only be bad.
They walked down the causeway and into a huge building who's entrance was guarded by Jennerans in emerald green uniforms.
As the entered the building Malcolm remembered darkness and then something heavy fall on his head.
*Well bugger me, I was right* he thought hazily as his tenuous grasp on consciousness slipped away from him.
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Malcolm stared at his reflection in the mirror dolefully. He felt terrible and he didn't look much better either. A 1000 instrument steel band were giving it some in his head and his nose had decided to run a marathon.
With it only being a few hours away from going down to the latest planet for first contact he was feeling even worse. He scrabbled around for a painkiller and blew his nose.
Once he'd showered and changed he looked slightly healthier.
*There's nothing wrong with me* He told himself firmly*Out of mind, out of sight, remember?*
He tucked neatly folded hankerchiefs into various pockets, blessing whoever had the presence of mind to include them in the uniform design.
Hair neatly combed, uniform straight and tidy, hanky's in pockets (various). Finally satisfied that he no longer looked peaky he dared to venture out to the mess hall. For urgently needed mugs of tea and/or coffee.
He hid himself away in the corner sipping at his drink, feeling the painkiller finally kick in. Unfortunately for him fate decided to play a hand. His peaceful calm was shattered by a loud and (disturbingly) happy greeting
"Mornin' Mal!"
*Oh GGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD* Malcolm thought briefly closing his eyes.
"Morning Trip"
"Ya not hungry? I thought ya never missed breakfast." Said Trip plonking himself down in the empty chair, giving Malcolm a curious stare. "Ya lookin' a bit pale, ya ok?"
"I'm fine-just tired" Malcolm lied.
*What in the Hell gives him the right to be this happy this early on a morning?* He thought moodily.
Trip stared at him intently for a moment but chose not to pursue it. Instead watching him like a hawk trying to check for any signs of illness, Malcolm wished he wouldn't, it got very annoying.
He left the mess hall quickly and travelled down to his sanctuary-The Armoury.
*Now weapons are useful, they don't judge you and they made cool explosions* he thought as he entered the room.
Members of his team looked up.
"Morning sir" they chorused.
"Morning everyone" said Malcolm nodding.
His second in command handed his the report.
"Ah, I see the bugger up fairy has kindly paid us another visit" He said reading it. "From this report I judge you all know what needs to be done while I'm away. I expect this Armoury to be in a better shape when I get back than it is now."
"Yes sir" his team muttered.
Malcolm regarded his team closely as they began working. He felt proud of them, he had a crack team.
They had already made contact with the planet they were visiting. The Jennern seemed very friendly and eager to meet them. Malcolm was doubtful as to their intentions but as usual had met a barrier when suggesting a security team come with them and that they all have phasers. He had managed to bargain one phaser for himself and that was it.
He met the others in the shuttle bay first blowing his nose quietly outside before entering. He refused to believe he was ill.
"Are you ok Malcolm?" Hoshi asked concerned.
"I'm fine" Malcolm replied.
"You look really pale" she said staring at him.
"I'm fine" he repeated feeling a tickle in the back of his throat. "Perfectly fine"
By the time the rest of the Away Team had assembled Malcolm had one of those: 'If anybody else dares ask me if I'm feeling ok I'm gonna stick this phaser where the sun don't shine!'
Nobody asked him if he felt alright, funny thing that.......
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Down on the planet~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Malcolm attempted to perfect his blank façade before he got out the shuttlepod.
*Mind over matter* He thought firmly *You're not ill, you're not ill, you're not ill.*
He fell into step behind Archer, Trip and Hoshi as they walked forward to greet the Jennern Prime Minister.
His instincts were screaming that something was wrong. He put it down to acute paranoia and tried to ignore the feeling.
"Greetings Captain Archer, welcome to Jennera!" He said warmly.
"Thank you Prime Minister, I'd like to introduce Commander Charles Tucker, Lieutenant Malcolm Reed and Ensign Hoshi Sato" Archer said shaking his hand.
Handshakes were exchanged, smiles were plastered to faces and Malcolm's instincts told him something was going to happen soon, something that could only be bad.
They walked down the causeway and into a huge building who's entrance was guarded by Jennerans in emerald green uniforms.
As the entered the building Malcolm remembered darkness and then something heavy fall on his head.
*Well bugger me, I was right* he thought hazily as his tenuous grasp on consciousness slipped away from him.
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