~*~disclaimer:Me not own this-AT ALL!!!! (~*~ Anyhoo first try at writing
an Enterprise fic, so bear with me!~*~
He couldn't shout or run fast enough. He cursed ever having to leave his phaser behind. He watched in horror as the Talkiran Ambassador slumped forward dripping blood (or what he assumed was blood) all over the floor. His assailant, glared at him. He was determined to get him-what he hadn't realised was the ambassadors assailant had concealed a knife in his hand. Things began happening quickly. They broke into a furious fight. His blood started mingling with that of the Ambassadors. The assailant stamped on his ankle, he cried out as it broke. As the room began blending into darkness he could've sworn he heard voices crying: "Malcolm!"
Head-pounding he awoke. "Hey Mal!How're ya feelin'?" a blonde haired man asked.
'Mal? Who on earths Mal?' Malcolm thought blearily 'Hang on, what happened? Why does my head hurt? In fact why do I hurt all over? Bloody hell! Whats my name? I don't know my name! Oh Christ!'
"Mal?" asked the man "You feelin' ok?"
"Who are you?" Malcolm whispered. The man looked like he'd been slapped, for a second Malcolm felt like he was familiar, that he trusted him but as soon as he tried to remember the memory slipped away into the foggy darkness.
"Mal, its me Trip, don't ya remember?" the man asked worriedly. Malcolm shook his head and immediately wished he hadn't.
"Doc!"Trip called. Another person appeared.
"Whats the problem?" He asked cheerfully. "Ah Lieutenant Reed! You're awake!"
"He doesn't know who ah am!" Trip exclaimed.
'Think! These might not be friends,' Malcolm thought wildly 'So you're at the mercy of complete strangers.I think and you don't know anything. Bloody hell! Maybe it's a nightmare, I'll just close my eyes and when I open them I'll know exactly who I am'
"How are you feeling?" asked the 'Doc'.
"What happened to me?" Malcolm whispered. "Why am I here? Why does everything hurt? Who are you? Who is he? In fact..WHO AM I?" He sat bolt upright wishing his head didn't hurt so and realising that moving caused pain-a lot of pain.
"Please try not to move, your bones are still healing" said the 'Doc' pushing him back down.
"I can't stay here!" said Malcolm his voice rising in panic. "I don't know who you are! I don't know where I am but I sure as hell know I don't wanna be here! For all I know you could be my enemies!"
"Mal' calm down! Its me Trip ya friend! I promise ya!" Trip exclaimed trying to hide the hurt look that flashed across his face. Malcolm looked into Trips eyes, he didn't see anger or hate he saw concern and worry.
"Whats my name?" He repeated, more calm now.
"Malcolm Stuart Reed" Trip replied monotone.
'Well I guess that explains the Mal' he thought 'Kinda rings a bell I suppose, maybe Im just losing it, Im probably a psyco in real life only now I don't remember'
Malcolm looked up at the people around him. He suddenly felt very tired, and a sharp pain returned to his stomach.
"Perhaps you should rest" Doctor Phlox suggested gently. Malcolm closed his eyes in response. He'd only ever felt this alone once before-if only he could remember it...
~*~Ok this is the first chapter-now revised! Thanks to advice from mah reviewers!-let me know if you like it!Please review!!!!~*~
He couldn't shout or run fast enough. He cursed ever having to leave his phaser behind. He watched in horror as the Talkiran Ambassador slumped forward dripping blood (or what he assumed was blood) all over the floor. His assailant, glared at him. He was determined to get him-what he hadn't realised was the ambassadors assailant had concealed a knife in his hand. Things began happening quickly. They broke into a furious fight. His blood started mingling with that of the Ambassadors. The assailant stamped on his ankle, he cried out as it broke. As the room began blending into darkness he could've sworn he heard voices crying: "Malcolm!"
Head-pounding he awoke. "Hey Mal!How're ya feelin'?" a blonde haired man asked.
'Mal? Who on earths Mal?' Malcolm thought blearily 'Hang on, what happened? Why does my head hurt? In fact why do I hurt all over? Bloody hell! Whats my name? I don't know my name! Oh Christ!'
"Mal?" asked the man "You feelin' ok?"
"Who are you?" Malcolm whispered. The man looked like he'd been slapped, for a second Malcolm felt like he was familiar, that he trusted him but as soon as he tried to remember the memory slipped away into the foggy darkness.
"Mal, its me Trip, don't ya remember?" the man asked worriedly. Malcolm shook his head and immediately wished he hadn't.
"Doc!"Trip called. Another person appeared.
"Whats the problem?" He asked cheerfully. "Ah Lieutenant Reed! You're awake!"
"He doesn't know who ah am!" Trip exclaimed.
'Think! These might not be friends,' Malcolm thought wildly 'So you're at the mercy of complete strangers.I think and you don't know anything. Bloody hell! Maybe it's a nightmare, I'll just close my eyes and when I open them I'll know exactly who I am'
"How are you feeling?" asked the 'Doc'.
"What happened to me?" Malcolm whispered. "Why am I here? Why does everything hurt? Who are you? Who is he? In fact..WHO AM I?" He sat bolt upright wishing his head didn't hurt so and realising that moving caused pain-a lot of pain.
"Please try not to move, your bones are still healing" said the 'Doc' pushing him back down.
"I can't stay here!" said Malcolm his voice rising in panic. "I don't know who you are! I don't know where I am but I sure as hell know I don't wanna be here! For all I know you could be my enemies!"
"Mal' calm down! Its me Trip ya friend! I promise ya!" Trip exclaimed trying to hide the hurt look that flashed across his face. Malcolm looked into Trips eyes, he didn't see anger or hate he saw concern and worry.
"Whats my name?" He repeated, more calm now.
"Malcolm Stuart Reed" Trip replied monotone.
'Well I guess that explains the Mal' he thought 'Kinda rings a bell I suppose, maybe Im just losing it, Im probably a psyco in real life only now I don't remember'
Malcolm looked up at the people around him. He suddenly felt very tired, and a sharp pain returned to his stomach.
"Perhaps you should rest" Doctor Phlox suggested gently. Malcolm closed his eyes in response. He'd only ever felt this alone once before-if only he could remember it...
~*~Ok this is the first chapter-now revised! Thanks to advice from mah reviewers!-let me know if you like it!Please review!!!!~*~