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'He looked at the ground. "Look at me boy!" his father yelled. He raised his head knowing what would come next. It was the same each time. His father would have a bad day, come home find the tiniest speck of dust on his door frame or something and he would be punished. He was never hit round the face though-people would ask questions. He braced himself, letting his fathers yells wash over him. He father brought his fist back.'
Malcolm woke with a start, trembling. Sickbay was quiet. He could hear Doctor Phlox pottering around in the corner somewhere, he tried to recall what had woken him. He vaguely remembered a face and a fist. His head felt like it was splitting. He closed his eyes and made to try and sleep again, but something stopped him. He suddenly realize.he was afraid-terrified even. He didn't want that dream to replay.
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"Captain Archer!" exclaimed the Talkiran on the viewscreen.
"Ambassador Lonte, have you made any progress on the attack on my crewman and your Ambassador?" Archer asked trying to sound as civil as possible.
"Ah, well as of yet no progress has been made." Ambassador Lonte trailed off. "How is Lieutenant Reed?"
"He's recovering in Sickbay" Archer replied guardedly
"Does he remember anything?" Lonte asked eagerly. "The attacker?"
"He doesn't remember much of anything" Archer replied.
An odd expression passed across Lontes face, whatever he was he hid it quickly and he smiled. "Well as long as he remembers soon" He said, his voice dripping with false sincerity.
"Ambassador you're not suggesting Malcolm attacked the Ambassador are you?" Archer asked his eyes narrowing.
"Well if you ask me its all a bit convenient." Lonte replied harshly "First you appearing, then the attack with the only sole witness forgetting everything, I'm beginning to think this has all been a conspiracy against the Talkiran government!"
"So your saying Malcolm slashed himself with a knife and beat himself to a pulp?" Archer asked trying not to lose his temper. "Just so he could murder your Ambassador?"
Lontes face left the viewscreen. "They've ended the transmission sir" Said Hoshi.
Archer sighed. "So its true then"said Hoshi "Malcolm's got amnesia?" Archer nodded.
"T'Pol you have the bridge" He said charging into the turbo lift.
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Trip stared at the data pad in his hand. He couldn't concentrate. All he kept replaying through his head was when Malcolm awoke, disorientated and confused. Not knowing or recognizing anything.
"Not even me" He muttered.
He'd never seen Malcolm like that before-never so.vunerable. Malcolm was always there, the strong cynical, sarcastic Brit, who you felt like murdering half the time. The Malcolm he knew was gone, replaced by a frightened young man with no idea what was happening to him.
Trip sipped his stone cold coffee and shuddered. He tried to imagine what it would be like knowing you could walk past your attacker in the street and you wouldn't recognize him in the slightest.
"Ah know ya in there somewhere Mal' "He whispered "We just gotta find ya agen tha's all"
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Malcolm stared at the ceiling. He felt numb. The pain had gone so there was nothing distracting him from the fact there was nothing in his head. He hadn't even known what he looked like before he went to the bathroom and stared into the mirror. Even then it could have been a complete stranger staring back at him.
He knew that sickbay wasn't his favourite place to be, and he had a lot of mixed up feelings associated with places and names that he couldn't pin point. He'd remembered one thing though. He now knew the man in his nightmare was his father-but this revelation didn't comfort him in the slightest-in fact. It terrified him.
He wondered where home was. He wondered what it'd look like, if it had any pictures on the wall.
'Did I even keep a diary?' He thought misrebly 'That might explain a few things. Or do I not live here? Are all my things somewhere else? Mind you I don't even know how or why I was attacked so maybe, I'm just an evil bastard who everyone wants to kill. Or maybe I'm a suicidal maniac who wanted to die but the others stopped me.'
He heard sickbay doors open. "Malcolm! How're you feeling?" asked a voice.
Malcolm tried to place the voice, he came up a blank. "Im fine" he replied politely.
"Malcolm do you remember me?" the voice asked.
"No" Malcolm admitted.
"Good, and you never will" he heard the voice whisper. Malcolm tensed up.
"Relax Malcolm, the Doctor just asked me to update your pain medication" said the voice soothingly.
Malcolm instantly tried to move but the owner of the voice slammed his arm down over Malcolms face.
"Now this wont hurt a bit-in fact in about ten minutes you wont feel a thing" said the voice quietly.
Malcolm felt something cold hard and metallic being pressed to his neck. He winced as it hissed. The voice released him. Malcolm heard him leave, he tried to move-he couldn't. His eyes fell shut-the machine behind him began emitting a low beep.
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Archer stormed into Sickbay. Doctor Phlox was bending over Malcolm, machines were beeping frantically.
"Doctor, whats happening?" Archer demanded.
"He's dying captain" Doctor Phlox replied.
"Help him then!" Archer exclaimed shocked.
"I'm trying! Theres some unknown pathogen in his system, its shutting him down slowly." Said Doctor Phlox "I'm trying to isolate it now"
Archer watched on helpless as his armory slowly began losing his fight with life on the table in front of him.
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'He looked at the ground. "Look at me boy!" his father yelled. He raised his head knowing what would come next. It was the same each time. His father would have a bad day, come home find the tiniest speck of dust on his door frame or something and he would be punished. He was never hit round the face though-people would ask questions. He braced himself, letting his fathers yells wash over him. He father brought his fist back.'
Malcolm woke with a start, trembling. Sickbay was quiet. He could hear Doctor Phlox pottering around in the corner somewhere, he tried to recall what had woken him. He vaguely remembered a face and a fist. His head felt like it was splitting. He closed his eyes and made to try and sleep again, but something stopped him. He suddenly realize.he was afraid-terrified even. He didn't want that dream to replay.
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"Captain Archer!" exclaimed the Talkiran on the viewscreen.
"Ambassador Lonte, have you made any progress on the attack on my crewman and your Ambassador?" Archer asked trying to sound as civil as possible.
"Ah, well as of yet no progress has been made." Ambassador Lonte trailed off. "How is Lieutenant Reed?"
"He's recovering in Sickbay" Archer replied guardedly
"Does he remember anything?" Lonte asked eagerly. "The attacker?"
"He doesn't remember much of anything" Archer replied.
An odd expression passed across Lontes face, whatever he was he hid it quickly and he smiled. "Well as long as he remembers soon" He said, his voice dripping with false sincerity.
"Ambassador you're not suggesting Malcolm attacked the Ambassador are you?" Archer asked his eyes narrowing.
"Well if you ask me its all a bit convenient." Lonte replied harshly "First you appearing, then the attack with the only sole witness forgetting everything, I'm beginning to think this has all been a conspiracy against the Talkiran government!"
"So your saying Malcolm slashed himself with a knife and beat himself to a pulp?" Archer asked trying not to lose his temper. "Just so he could murder your Ambassador?"
Lontes face left the viewscreen. "They've ended the transmission sir" Said Hoshi.
Archer sighed. "So its true then"said Hoshi "Malcolm's got amnesia?" Archer nodded.
"T'Pol you have the bridge" He said charging into the turbo lift.
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Trip stared at the data pad in his hand. He couldn't concentrate. All he kept replaying through his head was when Malcolm awoke, disorientated and confused. Not knowing or recognizing anything.
"Not even me" He muttered.
He'd never seen Malcolm like that before-never so.vunerable. Malcolm was always there, the strong cynical, sarcastic Brit, who you felt like murdering half the time. The Malcolm he knew was gone, replaced by a frightened young man with no idea what was happening to him.
Trip sipped his stone cold coffee and shuddered. He tried to imagine what it would be like knowing you could walk past your attacker in the street and you wouldn't recognize him in the slightest.
"Ah know ya in there somewhere Mal' "He whispered "We just gotta find ya agen tha's all"
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Malcolm stared at the ceiling. He felt numb. The pain had gone so there was nothing distracting him from the fact there was nothing in his head. He hadn't even known what he looked like before he went to the bathroom and stared into the mirror. Even then it could have been a complete stranger staring back at him.
He knew that sickbay wasn't his favourite place to be, and he had a lot of mixed up feelings associated with places and names that he couldn't pin point. He'd remembered one thing though. He now knew the man in his nightmare was his father-but this revelation didn't comfort him in the slightest-in fact. It terrified him.
He wondered where home was. He wondered what it'd look like, if it had any pictures on the wall.
'Did I even keep a diary?' He thought misrebly 'That might explain a few things. Or do I not live here? Are all my things somewhere else? Mind you I don't even know how or why I was attacked so maybe, I'm just an evil bastard who everyone wants to kill. Or maybe I'm a suicidal maniac who wanted to die but the others stopped me.'
He heard sickbay doors open. "Malcolm! How're you feeling?" asked a voice.
Malcolm tried to place the voice, he came up a blank. "Im fine" he replied politely.
"Malcolm do you remember me?" the voice asked.
"No" Malcolm admitted.
"Good, and you never will" he heard the voice whisper. Malcolm tensed up.
"Relax Malcolm, the Doctor just asked me to update your pain medication" said the voice soothingly.
Malcolm instantly tried to move but the owner of the voice slammed his arm down over Malcolms face.
"Now this wont hurt a bit-in fact in about ten minutes you wont feel a thing" said the voice quietly.
Malcolm felt something cold hard and metallic being pressed to his neck. He winced as it hissed. The voice released him. Malcolm heard him leave, he tried to move-he couldn't. His eyes fell shut-the machine behind him began emitting a low beep.
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Archer stormed into Sickbay. Doctor Phlox was bending over Malcolm, machines were beeping frantically.
"Doctor, whats happening?" Archer demanded.
"He's dying captain" Doctor Phlox replied.
"Help him then!" Archer exclaimed shocked.
"I'm trying! Theres some unknown pathogen in his system, its shutting him down slowly." Said Doctor Phlox "I'm trying to isolate it now"
Archer watched on helpless as his armory slowly began losing his fight with life on the table in front of him.
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