Chapter Thirteen
By: Kryptonite
" Alex, what's wrong." Alex didn't answer as Malcolm trailed after her. " Answer me!" He practically cried the order.
Alex whirled to face him, forcing him to stumble into her. " I'll tell you later. I have to do something first." Leaving him there she quietly made her way to sick bay.
" How'd they find me?" She asked no one in particular.
" Is there something I can help you with?" Dr. Phlox asked politely.
" Can I borrow a scanner and a knife?"
" May I ask why?" Pursing her lips, Alex answered.
" No. It's a private matter. I'll try not to spill blood on your floor."
Frowning, Dr. Phlox handed over what Alex had asked for. An hour later, Dr. Phlox heard a sharp intake of breath and went to investigate.
" What happened?" He asked upon seeing Alex bandaging her upper left arm.
Looking up, she smiled warmly. " Do I look different to you?" Phlox was confused at the question but preceded to look the alien up and down in order to answer it.
" Yes. What did you do?" She held up a small computer chip.
" It's exactly as I thought it would be. Excuse me." She hopped off the table and started humming on her way out the door.
" Well, that was different." Shrugging, the doctor went back to feeding his numerous specimens. ***
" Sir. I think I can help."
" Huh?" Archer was confused by the fact that not only had Alex asked to speak with him in person but she wasn't making any sense.
" You want to go after the Hocarans and see if they can 'fix' Malcolm. I think I can help you do that."
" Why do you want to?" Understanding now what she was talking about but not why.
Alex looked at the ground and then back up. " Malcolm didn't ask for the change. If there is a way to change him back, then he should be allowed that chance. Don't you think, sir?"
" Yes, actually I do. All right. Go tell Travis the coordinates. And don't forget to let Malcolm in on this." Nodding from the door, Alex stepped out of the room.
" I hope something goes right." ***
" Ready?" Alex had taken two people with her on this mission. It would have been better had it only been her who came but Captain Archer had insisted. At a nod, Alex counted down from three.
The door opened without creaking and didn't give anything away as Alex slipped into the intelligence room. One guy set up a watch at the door while the other went through the file cabinets.
" Password: Omega Alpha Niner... Jenobian... Transformation... Catalyst... Antidote... Alright, I got it." The three left after looking both ways down the hallway. ***
" It's gonna have a couple of nasty side effects."
" Such as?"
" Vomiting, dizziness, inability to walk for a couple of days."
" So basically he'll be confined to his bed for a week or so."
" Yeah."
" What about you?"
" I can't use it, sir. It'll kill me."
" What?"
" I've been in this stage too long. This is gonna make Malcolm feel like someone continuously socked him in the stomach with brass knuckles or something. He won't be able to keep solid food down for about a week. Not to mention he'll be sensitive to light and noise."
" So he's basically going to have one hell of a hangover?"
" Yes, sir."
" Did you ask him if he wanted this?"
" I was hoping you would sir."
" Why?"
" I'm afraid of his answer." With that, she turned to leave before Captain Archer could ask anything else.
By: Kryptonite
" Alex, what's wrong." Alex didn't answer as Malcolm trailed after her. " Answer me!" He practically cried the order.
Alex whirled to face him, forcing him to stumble into her. " I'll tell you later. I have to do something first." Leaving him there she quietly made her way to sick bay.
" How'd they find me?" She asked no one in particular.
" Is there something I can help you with?" Dr. Phlox asked politely.
" Can I borrow a scanner and a knife?"
" May I ask why?" Pursing her lips, Alex answered.
" No. It's a private matter. I'll try not to spill blood on your floor."
Frowning, Dr. Phlox handed over what Alex had asked for. An hour later, Dr. Phlox heard a sharp intake of breath and went to investigate.
" What happened?" He asked upon seeing Alex bandaging her upper left arm.
Looking up, she smiled warmly. " Do I look different to you?" Phlox was confused at the question but preceded to look the alien up and down in order to answer it.
" Yes. What did you do?" She held up a small computer chip.
" It's exactly as I thought it would be. Excuse me." She hopped off the table and started humming on her way out the door.
" Well, that was different." Shrugging, the doctor went back to feeding his numerous specimens. ***
" Sir. I think I can help."
" Huh?" Archer was confused by the fact that not only had Alex asked to speak with him in person but she wasn't making any sense.
" You want to go after the Hocarans and see if they can 'fix' Malcolm. I think I can help you do that."
" Why do you want to?" Understanding now what she was talking about but not why.
Alex looked at the ground and then back up. " Malcolm didn't ask for the change. If there is a way to change him back, then he should be allowed that chance. Don't you think, sir?"
" Yes, actually I do. All right. Go tell Travis the coordinates. And don't forget to let Malcolm in on this." Nodding from the door, Alex stepped out of the room.
" I hope something goes right." ***
" Ready?" Alex had taken two people with her on this mission. It would have been better had it only been her who came but Captain Archer had insisted. At a nod, Alex counted down from three.
The door opened without creaking and didn't give anything away as Alex slipped into the intelligence room. One guy set up a watch at the door while the other went through the file cabinets.
" Password: Omega Alpha Niner... Jenobian... Transformation... Catalyst... Antidote... Alright, I got it." The three left after looking both ways down the hallway. ***
" It's gonna have a couple of nasty side effects."
" Such as?"
" Vomiting, dizziness, inability to walk for a couple of days."
" So basically he'll be confined to his bed for a week or so."
" Yeah."
" What about you?"
" I can't use it, sir. It'll kill me."
" What?"
" I've been in this stage too long. This is gonna make Malcolm feel like someone continuously socked him in the stomach with brass knuckles or something. He won't be able to keep solid food down for about a week. Not to mention he'll be sensitive to light and noise."
" So he's basically going to have one hell of a hangover?"
" Yes, sir."
" Did you ask him if he wanted this?"
" I was hoping you would sir."
" Why?"
" I'm afraid of his answer." With that, she turned to leave before Captain Archer could ask anything else.