1 A Blast From The Past
1.1 Part Two
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Disclaimer: Some really rich guy owns Star Trek (currently at least), but I feel it always has been and always will be the property of that great guy; Gene Roddenberry. The only thing I own here is the pathetic excuse for a plot, 'Peaches' and the Elache. (Btw, this disclaimer also applies to Part One)
Dr Phlox sighed. This new patient was excessively tiresome. He'd had to give her DOUBLE the recommended dose of sedative, just to keep her still. At this rate, her wounds would never heal…
There was a thump from behind him.
"Ow."
He turned around. It appeared she had attempted to roll off the bed and land in a fighter's crouch. It didn't seem to have quite gone to plan.
"Are we feeling better this morning, Miss Edeladry?"
She looked up at him, puzzlement, annoyance and curiosity warring in her features. After a short, fierce battle, curiosity won.
"How do you know my name, who the hell are you and where am I? And, technically, I'm not a 'Miss', I'm a Lady, but that's not important."
"I'm Dr Phlox, the ship's physician. This is the sickbay of the Enterprise, the ship you came aboard yesterday, and Mr. Reed told me."
"Then he should have told you that I prefer 'Edele'. 'Edeladry' is so stuffy. Where is Malcolm, anyway?"
"Ah. I sent him to his quarters. He's been at your bedside for the past fourteen hours, and I thought he could do with a little sleep."
The sickbay doors opened with a quiet hiss to admit Captain Archer and Commander Tucker.
"Right on time, Captain."
He turned back to his patient.
"Now that you're awake, there are a few people I'd like to introduce you to…"
"Eddy, wait up!"
Malcolm was back on Earth. He remembered this – Edele had led him into the forest and tried to lose him because he'd put a spider down her back. But… she'd come back for him, hadn't she…?
"Sorry, Malks. I can't wait for you." Her voice was fading away…
"Eddy, come back! I can't hear you, you're too far away…"
He looked around wildly. Something was coming for him. He heard crashes, and thought he glimpsed a bulky shape stumbling through the trees. It looked like… an Elache?
Everything was silent. Too silent. He threw back his head and screamed, "Eddy!"
Suddenly, an adult Edele appeared, reaching out a hand to him.
"Relax," she said, as she grabbed his elbow. "I've got you."
"Don't let me fall," his nine year old self whimpered.
"Never happen, baby."
He opened his eyes.
He was in his quarters, with Edele standing over him. She gave him a dry smile that let him know his nightmare murmurings would stay just between them, as every other secret they shared had.
"You know, for the head of security, your quarters really aren't very secure."
He blinked at her, still adjusting to full wakefulness from the disorientation that comes after waking.
"I mean, if *I* can override the doorlock, then… well, actually, not many other people could, but the principle is sound."
Finally awake, he simply murmured, "Modest, aren't we?" and motioned for her to turn round while he washed and dressed.
"I heard that," she complained.
"You were meant to," he said, absent-mindedly, while he tried to remember where his uniform was.
With cat-like morals, she waited just long enough for decency's sake, and then leant against the wall as he pulled on his uniform. As he turned round, the first words out of her mouth were, "So, who's the tasty Southern boy?"
END OF PART TWO
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1.1 Part Two
Words between two asterisks (*) are emphasised. The more *****, the more it is emphasised.
Disclaimer: Some really rich guy owns Star Trek (currently at least), but I feel it always has been and always will be the property of that great guy; Gene Roddenberry. The only thing I own here is the pathetic excuse for a plot, 'Peaches' and the Elache. (Btw, this disclaimer also applies to Part One)
Dr Phlox sighed. This new patient was excessively tiresome. He'd had to give her DOUBLE the recommended dose of sedative, just to keep her still. At this rate, her wounds would never heal…
There was a thump from behind him.
"Ow."
He turned around. It appeared she had attempted to roll off the bed and land in a fighter's crouch. It didn't seem to have quite gone to plan.
"Are we feeling better this morning, Miss Edeladry?"
She looked up at him, puzzlement, annoyance and curiosity warring in her features. After a short, fierce battle, curiosity won.
"How do you know my name, who the hell are you and where am I? And, technically, I'm not a 'Miss', I'm a Lady, but that's not important."
"I'm Dr Phlox, the ship's physician. This is the sickbay of the Enterprise, the ship you came aboard yesterday, and Mr. Reed told me."
"Then he should have told you that I prefer 'Edele'. 'Edeladry' is so stuffy. Where is Malcolm, anyway?"
"Ah. I sent him to his quarters. He's been at your bedside for the past fourteen hours, and I thought he could do with a little sleep."
The sickbay doors opened with a quiet hiss to admit Captain Archer and Commander Tucker.
"Right on time, Captain."
He turned back to his patient.
"Now that you're awake, there are a few people I'd like to introduce you to…"
"Eddy, wait up!"
Malcolm was back on Earth. He remembered this – Edele had led him into the forest and tried to lose him because he'd put a spider down her back. But… she'd come back for him, hadn't she…?
"Sorry, Malks. I can't wait for you." Her voice was fading away…
"Eddy, come back! I can't hear you, you're too far away…"
He looked around wildly. Something was coming for him. He heard crashes, and thought he glimpsed a bulky shape stumbling through the trees. It looked like… an Elache?
Everything was silent. Too silent. He threw back his head and screamed, "Eddy!"
Suddenly, an adult Edele appeared, reaching out a hand to him.
"Relax," she said, as she grabbed his elbow. "I've got you."
"Don't let me fall," his nine year old self whimpered.
"Never happen, baby."
He opened his eyes.
He was in his quarters, with Edele standing over him. She gave him a dry smile that let him know his nightmare murmurings would stay just between them, as every other secret they shared had.
"You know, for the head of security, your quarters really aren't very secure."
He blinked at her, still adjusting to full wakefulness from the disorientation that comes after waking.
"I mean, if *I* can override the doorlock, then… well, actually, not many other people could, but the principle is sound."
Finally awake, he simply murmured, "Modest, aren't we?" and motioned for her to turn round while he washed and dressed.
"I heard that," she complained.
"You were meant to," he said, absent-mindedly, while he tried to remember where his uniform was.
With cat-like morals, she waited just long enough for decency's sake, and then leant against the wall as he pulled on his uniform. As he turned round, the first words out of her mouth were, "So, who's the tasty Southern boy?"
END OF PART TWO
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