They came out of the Tavern through the entry they had entered through. Malcolm looked deep in thought, and Trip wondered if the nose crack had been a bit too... harsh. Ch'Tal as far as he knew was dead, and wasn't coming back, but why did he have that feeling they were about to be attacked? Maybe he was having that feeling for a good reason...
He turned his attention back to Malcolm. He wondered if he were to have a child, if he would be that responsable. That was the one quality about Malcolm he admired most. He was the most totally responsable person he knew. Megan, however, was different somehow. A free spirit. She probably took after her mother more than she did her father. He knew they had small similarities. Tiny habits, that were easy to pick up. But she was different. He imagined that if her eyes weren't lavender, they would be icey blue like her father's.
Then he looked at T'Pol. She looked so content with Archer. And the same with Hoshi and Travis. He never realized--or thought-- he would be the odd one out. Megan and Malcolm were having one of those parent to child bonding moments, Archer and T'Pol were enjoying eachother's company, but not like usual. This time, it was in a friendly way. Hoshi and Travis were chatting like he never thought they would be. But he was the odd one out. For once, maybe only once.
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Megan looked around. She was outside. Her mother and Ch'Tal were both there, chatting over coffee. It felt somewhat foggy. Jenna was there too. Chasing a butterfly... Megan look down. She was sitting on the dock. She stood up. She would leave as soon as possable, but she didn't. She couldn't. She slipped and fell into the lake. She started screaming, and was pulled under by a slimy tentacal. This all felt strangly familiar. She opened her eyes to see nothing but darkness. It was all rushing back to her. Her mother was dead. Ch'Tal had killed her and Jenna. Malcolm Reed, Her father, had killed Ch'Tal. Her pendant held Jenna's life energy. Ch'Tal died via phase blast. She had passed out on the way out...
She was dreaming. She knew then, that something was wrong because she hadn't had a dream so peaceful since before her mother died. She had been seven. The darkness began to disolve. She looked down to find herself in a seven-year-old body, and loked up to find her mother giving her advice. Her mother gave her great advice. She missed her alot. She smiled back at her mother as she turned away and climbed into a shuttle.
Megan remembered this day. It was the day her mother had died. If that day hadn't happened maybe her father would have come and they would have been a family again... But no. If her mother hadn't died, the ship probably wouldn't have needed to come to their planet... She shuddered and started crying slightly. The darkness had come back, and she was trying to run back to contiousness, but it wasn't working. It was like she was in a cage and couldn't move. She couldn't wake up...
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Malcolm looked down at Megan. She was shaking, shuddering, probably only a few moments from contiousness. They had reached the orphanage, and she was asleep on the sofa. He had requested bringing her aboard Enterprise to Archer, and he was sitting in the next room concidering it. He had never been so nervous.
The door swung open, and Archer and T'Pol walkied in. Archer looked very serious. That couldn't be good. He looked down, and Archer cleared his throat. Then he spoke. Malcolm could tell he was choosing his words carefully, and it couldn't be good.
"Lt., as you may or may not know, T'Pol and I have been discussing this for the past half hour, and have come up to a difficult discision."
He paused. Malcolm could almost hear him say no, and banish his daughter to stay in this aweful place.
"She can stay."
He was surprised, but felt a "but" comeing on.
"But"
He knew it.
"You have to take her to meet your family as soon as possible"
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A/N: Well, how was that? I have now learned that I can't afford to make ANY promises other than the fact that I will finish this someday, because I never know what will come up. Very sorry it took so long.
He turned his attention back to Malcolm. He wondered if he were to have a child, if he would be that responsable. That was the one quality about Malcolm he admired most. He was the most totally responsable person he knew. Megan, however, was different somehow. A free spirit. She probably took after her mother more than she did her father. He knew they had small similarities. Tiny habits, that were easy to pick up. But she was different. He imagined that if her eyes weren't lavender, they would be icey blue like her father's.
Then he looked at T'Pol. She looked so content with Archer. And the same with Hoshi and Travis. He never realized--or thought-- he would be the odd one out. Megan and Malcolm were having one of those parent to child bonding moments, Archer and T'Pol were enjoying eachother's company, but not like usual. This time, it was in a friendly way. Hoshi and Travis were chatting like he never thought they would be. But he was the odd one out. For once, maybe only once.
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Megan looked around. She was outside. Her mother and Ch'Tal were both there, chatting over coffee. It felt somewhat foggy. Jenna was there too. Chasing a butterfly... Megan look down. She was sitting on the dock. She stood up. She would leave as soon as possable, but she didn't. She couldn't. She slipped and fell into the lake. She started screaming, and was pulled under by a slimy tentacal. This all felt strangly familiar. She opened her eyes to see nothing but darkness. It was all rushing back to her. Her mother was dead. Ch'Tal had killed her and Jenna. Malcolm Reed, Her father, had killed Ch'Tal. Her pendant held Jenna's life energy. Ch'Tal died via phase blast. She had passed out on the way out...
She was dreaming. She knew then, that something was wrong because she hadn't had a dream so peaceful since before her mother died. She had been seven. The darkness began to disolve. She looked down to find herself in a seven-year-old body, and loked up to find her mother giving her advice. Her mother gave her great advice. She missed her alot. She smiled back at her mother as she turned away and climbed into a shuttle.
Megan remembered this day. It was the day her mother had died. If that day hadn't happened maybe her father would have come and they would have been a family again... But no. If her mother hadn't died, the ship probably wouldn't have needed to come to their planet... She shuddered and started crying slightly. The darkness had come back, and she was trying to run back to contiousness, but it wasn't working. It was like she was in a cage and couldn't move. She couldn't wake up...
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Malcolm looked down at Megan. She was shaking, shuddering, probably only a few moments from contiousness. They had reached the orphanage, and she was asleep on the sofa. He had requested bringing her aboard Enterprise to Archer, and he was sitting in the next room concidering it. He had never been so nervous.
The door swung open, and Archer and T'Pol walkied in. Archer looked very serious. That couldn't be good. He looked down, and Archer cleared his throat. Then he spoke. Malcolm could tell he was choosing his words carefully, and it couldn't be good.
"Lt., as you may or may not know, T'Pol and I have been discussing this for the past half hour, and have come up to a difficult discision."
He paused. Malcolm could almost hear him say no, and banish his daughter to stay in this aweful place.
"She can stay."
He was surprised, but felt a "but" comeing on.
"But"
He knew it.
"You have to take her to meet your family as soon as possible"
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A/N: Well, how was that? I have now learned that I can't afford to make ANY promises other than the fact that I will finish this someday, because I never know what will come up. Very sorry it took so long.