Disclaimer: Fanfiction. Not my characters. Plot is mine.

AN: Back again! Mwuhahahaha! With confusing stories. Though I hope I can finally FINISH what I started

Here we go, enjoy!

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The world zoomed in and out as images popped up. It was like watching a movie but having all the scenes in a random order.

"Fire torpedoes!"

Archer, standing on the bridge. He could see his hands in front of him, he was at his station. It seemed--

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"-not damaging, it would-"

They were being attacked! What was he going to---

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"Hull breach on deck 11!"

T'pol. Right before an explosion behind her caused her to turn and...

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"-boarded! Deck 2 through 7."

He tried to get in contact with his security teams, but not succeeding. He noticed the overload, tried to dive away..

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"Lieutenant? Bridge to sickbay!"

Someone standing over him. The world was blurred, his head ached. He was painfully aware that he hadn't been in time to dive away from his console

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Images appeared and disappeared in his mind. He felt he was drowning in voices, only one or two could be heard clearly. There was an explosion of colors behind his eyes and a sharp pain went through his head.

Gasping, he shot upright. In his panic he felt the side of the bed and almost fell down. Stumbling, he got to his feet and tried to hold onto something. He felt as if he was on a small boat in sea in the middle of a storm.

You're panicking. Stop it. Control yourself. He tried to will his heartbeat down.

He saw nothing. He didn't know where he was. There was darkness. He touched his head and felt some kind of bandage over his eyes. Ripping it away, he caught the first glimpses of the world around him, and with it came an incredible nausea.

It was sickbay, but there were debris on the floor, and the lights, those that were still working, flickered on and off. There was no sign of the doctor. Stumbling back, he felt the wall behind him and slid down to the ground. He closed his eyes again, trying to suppress the urge to throw up.

When he opened them again, he was now also aware of the pain everywhere in his body. Slowly looking down to his arms he saw various cuts and bruises and his uniform was replaced by a sickbay tunic. There was a needle, with a small tube, injected in his right arm. He closed his hand around it and pulled it out, trying not to cry out in pain as he did so.

This wasn't right.

Now that he had calmed a little, he came to the first important question. Where was everyone? Surely someone would have noticed him panicking here. But there was no sign of, well, anybody. He called out, his voice sounded strange to his own ears. There was no answer.

Slowly, he pulled himself up beside the biobed. He stood there swaying for a few seconds, waiting for the room to stop spinning. He dragged himself towards the comm. panel and pressed the button. He bit his cracked lip and swallowed.

"Reed to the bridge."

No static, there was a clear channel. The only problem was that there wasn't any answer. Somehow Malcolm had suspected it. He tried again, to no avail. After that he tried the armory, engineering ....

"Reed to anybody."

It sounded pathetic to his own ears. Like a cry for help in the middle of the desert. He sighed and looked up. His eyes stung, but he ignored it while staring at the cage on the right side of the panel. He frowned. Even Phlox animals were gone, the plants were still there. He reached out, but the plant fell in parts the moment he touched it. It seemed as if nobody had been here for a very long time.

The second question had been in his mind since the moment he woke up, but now he really focused on it. What had happened?

"Five years." Malcolm whirled around, the motion caused his nausea to come up again. He stared at the figure in front of him.

"Seems like a long time, doesn't it?" The man smiled wryly. Malcolm opened his mouth, but closed it again. He blinked and tried again.

"Daniels."

"Heh, yes. It's funny, you are probably the only one alive who knows my name...well, sort of." Daniels didn't seemed to be like Malcolm remembered him. Hadn't all that time traveling stopped? Hadn't it all been solved? Why was he here?

"What do you mean?" I didn't really came out as a question. But it was one, nevertheless. Daniels looked up to him.

"Enterprise was able to defeat the attackers. Enough so that they fled. But she was badly damaged, fending atmosphere very quickly. They had to abandon the ship, leaving only those behind that didn't make it. This whole deck was one of the first to be evacuated. Having no breathable atmosphere only minutes after they left you."

Malcolm raised his eyebrows. "Then wouldn't I be dead?"

"Well you were...are...sort of. Don't you wonder why they left you in the first place?" Daniels laughed bitterly. He was confusing Malcolm, it annoyed him.

"Why am I here talking to you then?" He asked, the anger wasn't hard to miss in his voice.

"Because Enterprise wasn't supposed to be attacked. After they evacuated the enemy destroyed the escape pods. One by one. None survived."

"Aren't you a bit late for that now!" Only 10 minutes before Malcolm had been talking to Trip. At least it felt like 10 minutes. And now Daniels was telling they were all dead. It hurt.

"Let's go for a walk."

"What?" He was being confusing again. It wasn't helping Malcolm's mood.

"I'm sure you're hungry." Daniels said with a wry smile. Malcolm just stared at him.

Daniels face fell. "No, you're right. It has been 5 years. I doubt there is still anything edible on the ship."

If he was going to play it this way, well, Malcolm wouldn't want to spoil his fun. He sighed. "Okay. Sure. Sounds like fun. Let's go for a bloody walk."

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AN: I know it seems really confusing! But wait! It will be explained, don't worry. I hope it will make a lot of more sense in the chapters to come. Though I'm still writing the story as we speak. )

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