A/N: First, I wanted to state that no, she didn't "suddenly" Get into a coma. Look over the last chapter in the cave when she passed out on the way out. I never said she woke up later.
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There was cackleing. He heard it in his dreams. She was trapped and there was nothing he could do. He saw her struggling and there was nothing he could do. There was nothing he could do...
That realization jumped into Malcolm's head as soon as he woke up. His daughter was in a coma and there was absolutly nothing he could do. He could talk to her in his dreams, but it was so near impossible she could actually hear him. Then there was the issue of what to do next. He could just wait and hope for the best, but he didn't want to.
He knew now how Archer had felt when they had Porthos in sickbay with that deadly illness, but somehow he knew it was worse. She was his daughter. Somehow, she had to fight it. She had to wake up. That's what Lilly would have done.
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Megan looked around. That was odd. She could have sworn she had heard her father's voice. She would have prefered it that way. She had already faced her worst fear that day. Was it that day? She had no idea how long she had been uncontious. Where was she? She felt as if she were surrounded by water, a thought that scared her, but she was still breathing. This was quite possibly the scariest situation she had ever been in, yet, she didn't feel afraid of the water. It was more the prospect of being alone that scared her. She was afraid of that lake, maybe they weren't all like that, but that didn't even compare to how much she hated being alone.
She was shaking. She knew she was crying but she couldn't feel her tears. She opened her eyes, and tried to get out again. She wouldn't be alone. That would drive her to insanity if she stayed, and she didn't want to let that happen. She wouldn't let that happen. She had to escape, had to get out... She would.
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Captain Jonathon Archer paced the room. T'Pol was sitting at the table. After a while, he sat next to her. "T'Pol, I just don't know what to make of it." He said finally. T'Pol gave him a confused look. "I never really saw Malcolm in the father role. Not to mention how strange it was hearing his thoughts back on that planet. And his daughter. She just doesn't seem like him at all. I'm starting to wonder, if she really is..."
"She definatly is." T'Pol said at once. "They share the same eagerness to learn, and even if she has a shorter temper, they have the same death glare. The only difference in the glare is their eyes, and I don't think hers are naturally that color."
Archer did a double take. Did T'Pol really watch some of the crew that closely? "All of them." She said, as if she knew what he was thinking. He looked around the room for another one of those thought devices, just in case.
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Phlox was tapping away at a console. Intrestingly enough, Megan seemed to be dreaming. She was twitching and giving all the outer signs of REM sleep, but the computer seemed to think differently. If she continued this difference, eventually something would have to give. Either her mind would, causing her to stay in the coma longer, or the problem would, (which he still hadn't figured out what it was) Either waking her up, or maybe killing her...
"Definatly time to call Reed again." he decided, and, as if on cue, she started lapsing into convulses.
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"Right." Megan decided. "If I'm going to get out now, I have to go quickly." So she did. Her mind seemed to be making her move directly, and she was coming closer to the surface of this dream water. She was close. Very close. Something grabbed at her ankle right before she reached the surface, as she tried to make it out. She looked down. It just was a teenage boy, a little older than she was herself, with darkish lightish short hair... The lighting was to dark, she just couldn't tell. The only thing she did know, was in this lighting it looked blood-stained, and he was giving off a crimson aura, but she found herself drawn toward his brilliant green eyes...
She shook her head. 'Snap out of it!' She told herself, kicking him, and making him let go. She was moving even faster now. The surface mere moments away...
And it all slowed down. It seemed to take a life time, when she reached her hand out to peirce the surface of contiousness, but she suceeded, and the moment her fingertips breached the surface, she felt her eyes open and woke up, drenched in cold sweat, but she hurt. The dreaming made her oblivious to the pain, so why was she so anxious to get out? The pain pounded in her ears, and she was shaking...
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(A tribute to my kitten Angel, who decided to walk over the keyboard as I was typing this.99zoi-GTkm,c jn10:08 AM 7/7/2003XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXxxssss9999999999999996|\\rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrzx don't cha just love computers who automaticly insert the time?)
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A/N: Ok, she woke up in this chapter. Soon, you will find out what the problem was, other than collapsing in that cave. Another apolagy for taking so very long, you see, I totaly forgot I had this fic up! I know, that's kinda stupid, but when I finally remembered, I had to slap myself, because I had just gotten the fifth Harry Potter book, and was completly transfixed reading it. Yet again, very sorry, PLEASE don't flame me!!!! Review *hopeful eyes*
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There was cackleing. He heard it in his dreams. She was trapped and there was nothing he could do. He saw her struggling and there was nothing he could do. There was nothing he could do...
That realization jumped into Malcolm's head as soon as he woke up. His daughter was in a coma and there was absolutly nothing he could do. He could talk to her in his dreams, but it was so near impossible she could actually hear him. Then there was the issue of what to do next. He could just wait and hope for the best, but he didn't want to.
He knew now how Archer had felt when they had Porthos in sickbay with that deadly illness, but somehow he knew it was worse. She was his daughter. Somehow, she had to fight it. She had to wake up. That's what Lilly would have done.
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Megan looked around. That was odd. She could have sworn she had heard her father's voice. She would have prefered it that way. She had already faced her worst fear that day. Was it that day? She had no idea how long she had been uncontious. Where was she? She felt as if she were surrounded by water, a thought that scared her, but she was still breathing. This was quite possibly the scariest situation she had ever been in, yet, she didn't feel afraid of the water. It was more the prospect of being alone that scared her. She was afraid of that lake, maybe they weren't all like that, but that didn't even compare to how much she hated being alone.
She was shaking. She knew she was crying but she couldn't feel her tears. She opened her eyes, and tried to get out again. She wouldn't be alone. That would drive her to insanity if she stayed, and she didn't want to let that happen. She wouldn't let that happen. She had to escape, had to get out... She would.
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Captain Jonathon Archer paced the room. T'Pol was sitting at the table. After a while, he sat next to her. "T'Pol, I just don't know what to make of it." He said finally. T'Pol gave him a confused look. "I never really saw Malcolm in the father role. Not to mention how strange it was hearing his thoughts back on that planet. And his daughter. She just doesn't seem like him at all. I'm starting to wonder, if she really is..."
"She definatly is." T'Pol said at once. "They share the same eagerness to learn, and even if she has a shorter temper, they have the same death glare. The only difference in the glare is their eyes, and I don't think hers are naturally that color."
Archer did a double take. Did T'Pol really watch some of the crew that closely? "All of them." She said, as if she knew what he was thinking. He looked around the room for another one of those thought devices, just in case.
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Phlox was tapping away at a console. Intrestingly enough, Megan seemed to be dreaming. She was twitching and giving all the outer signs of REM sleep, but the computer seemed to think differently. If she continued this difference, eventually something would have to give. Either her mind would, causing her to stay in the coma longer, or the problem would, (which he still hadn't figured out what it was) Either waking her up, or maybe killing her...
"Definatly time to call Reed again." he decided, and, as if on cue, she started lapsing into convulses.
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"Right." Megan decided. "If I'm going to get out now, I have to go quickly." So she did. Her mind seemed to be making her move directly, and she was coming closer to the surface of this dream water. She was close. Very close. Something grabbed at her ankle right before she reached the surface, as she tried to make it out. She looked down. It just was a teenage boy, a little older than she was herself, with darkish lightish short hair... The lighting was to dark, she just couldn't tell. The only thing she did know, was in this lighting it looked blood-stained, and he was giving off a crimson aura, but she found herself drawn toward his brilliant green eyes...
She shook her head. 'Snap out of it!' She told herself, kicking him, and making him let go. She was moving even faster now. The surface mere moments away...
And it all slowed down. It seemed to take a life time, when she reached her hand out to peirce the surface of contiousness, but she suceeded, and the moment her fingertips breached the surface, she felt her eyes open and woke up, drenched in cold sweat, but she hurt. The dreaming made her oblivious to the pain, so why was she so anxious to get out? The pain pounded in her ears, and she was shaking...
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(A tribute to my kitten Angel, who decided to walk over the keyboard as I was typing this.99zoi-GTkm,c jn10:08 AM 7/7/2003XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXxxssss9999999999999996|\\rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrzx don't cha just love computers who automaticly insert the time?)
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A/N: Ok, she woke up in this chapter. Soon, you will find out what the problem was, other than collapsing in that cave. Another apolagy for taking so very long, you see, I totaly forgot I had this fic up! I know, that's kinda stupid, but when I finally remembered, I had to slap myself, because I had just gotten the fifth Harry Potter book, and was completly transfixed reading it. Yet again, very sorry, PLEASE don't flame me!!!! Review *hopeful eyes*