~*~Disclaimer=me own sod all!~*~ OK I haven't finished true colours yet but
I'll just writing them both at the same time 'cause this idea won't leave
me alone! Oh and just to let you know, during the time period of this story
British military pronounced Lieutenant Leftenant. Also this story was not
meant to offend anyone please don't take anything personally!~*~
Malcolm stared at the stone tablet with interest, Hoshi was at his feet trying to translate the inscription upon it. Trip was doing....something but he couldn't work out what it was. It involved kicking a computer console in the building they'd found. Malcolm very much doubted that kicking a computer that was nearly 20 years old would work but he left him to it.
He noticed an indent at the top of the tablet. He rubbed the gathering dust away, it was circular in shape and seemed to glow slightly at his touch. Intrigued he prodded it again, nothing. He laid his whole hand flat on it, this time it definitely glowed beneath his fingers. Malcolm tried to pull his hand away-it seemed to be stuck fast. He tugged at it and tried throwing his body weight in the opposite direction, this accomplished nothing except making his arm throb painfully.
"Mal, what're ya doin'?" Trip asked grinning.
"My hand's stuck" Malcolm replied through gritted teeth.
"What d'ya mean it's stuck?" Trip asked
"I mean my hand will not come away from this stone tablet" Malcolm replied furiously tugging on it again.
The stone tablet was beginning to glow brighter under his fingers. Trip tried to pull him away.
Hoshi pulled back on Malcolm's shoulders while Trip tried to prise Malcolm's fingers off the tablet.
By this point the light became blinding, there was a loud bang as Trip and Malcolm were flung against the wall opposite landing in a heap on the floor.
Hoshi was by their side in seconds shaking her head to try and get rid of the light spots dancing in front of her eyes.
"Trip? Malcolm? Wake up" She said worriedly checking their pulses. "C'mon guys, wake up!"
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Malcolm forced his eyes open and found himself staring down the barrel of a rifle.
"So you're awake" someone else drawled. "Beginning to think you'd snuffed it"
"What? Where?" was all Malcolm managed in return, his voice sounded alien to him.
"You got captured mate-they're taking us back with 'em. Poor sod-you ain't lookin' too good." He replied calmly.
Malcolm just groaned.
He wondered why everything hurt, why his voice didn't sound like normal, why his head hurt so much he could barely see and why he had a rifle pointed at his head. He stared down at his hands, noting with some surprise that crimson blood was evident on his palms.
"Whats your name fly-boy?" he asked.
*Fly-Boy?* Malcolm wondered.
"Flight Leftenant Andrew Redding" he replied automatically.
*Who on earth? Did I just say that?* He thought blearily.
"Major Hadden" said the man.
Malcolm felt more than a little confused. His eyes closed and his mind fell into unconsciousness.
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Trip groaned. His gut hurt and his head hurt.
"Shush now you're ok" said a female voice.
Instantly his eyes snapped open.
"What?" He asked weakly "What happened?"
"One of the enemy shot you while you were trying to capture him" said the woman gently.
"Sh. Shot me?" Trip asked feeling confused.
"One of the British, don't worry the others got him." Said the woman. "You'll be alright soon."
Trip took in his surroundings, he was in a dingy white building, there were other men laying in beds around him.
*Its some kinda hospital* he thought tiredly. *How the hell did I get here?*
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"They both appear to be in a coma, I'm afraid whatever did this to them did an excellent job" said Doctor Phlox sadly. "However they both keep changing their facial expressions, which could be a good sign"
"Keep working on a cure" said Archer staring at his two officers
They both looked slightly surreal laying as stiff as a board on the bio beds. Trip looked confused, Malcolm looked slightly. Afraid? Archer had never really seen pronounced fear on the younger mans face, he usually kept it hidden away. It chilled him to the core thinking of what could be in their dreams.
Hoshi stared at the translation she was working on, she felt absolutely certain that this somehow held the key-if only she could crack it! Everytime she tried however the image of Malcolm and Trip laid in an unconscious heap on the stone floor popped into her head shattering her concentration.
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"What's he doing in 'ere? 'E should be with the medics surely!" a faraway voice exclaimed.
"I ain't got a clue Alfie, but the word offa Jim is he got a guard-shot him in the gut." Said another "Wasn't looking too good either-right pale."
"I think 'e's wakin' up!"
~*~Reviews very welcome! I know this might seem a little confusing at first but all will become clear soon!!!!!~*~
Malcolm stared at the stone tablet with interest, Hoshi was at his feet trying to translate the inscription upon it. Trip was doing....something but he couldn't work out what it was. It involved kicking a computer console in the building they'd found. Malcolm very much doubted that kicking a computer that was nearly 20 years old would work but he left him to it.
He noticed an indent at the top of the tablet. He rubbed the gathering dust away, it was circular in shape and seemed to glow slightly at his touch. Intrigued he prodded it again, nothing. He laid his whole hand flat on it, this time it definitely glowed beneath his fingers. Malcolm tried to pull his hand away-it seemed to be stuck fast. He tugged at it and tried throwing his body weight in the opposite direction, this accomplished nothing except making his arm throb painfully.
"Mal, what're ya doin'?" Trip asked grinning.
"My hand's stuck" Malcolm replied through gritted teeth.
"What d'ya mean it's stuck?" Trip asked
"I mean my hand will not come away from this stone tablet" Malcolm replied furiously tugging on it again.
The stone tablet was beginning to glow brighter under his fingers. Trip tried to pull him away.
Hoshi pulled back on Malcolm's shoulders while Trip tried to prise Malcolm's fingers off the tablet.
By this point the light became blinding, there was a loud bang as Trip and Malcolm were flung against the wall opposite landing in a heap on the floor.
Hoshi was by their side in seconds shaking her head to try and get rid of the light spots dancing in front of her eyes.
"Trip? Malcolm? Wake up" She said worriedly checking their pulses. "C'mon guys, wake up!"
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Malcolm forced his eyes open and found himself staring down the barrel of a rifle.
"So you're awake" someone else drawled. "Beginning to think you'd snuffed it"
"What? Where?" was all Malcolm managed in return, his voice sounded alien to him.
"You got captured mate-they're taking us back with 'em. Poor sod-you ain't lookin' too good." He replied calmly.
Malcolm just groaned.
He wondered why everything hurt, why his voice didn't sound like normal, why his head hurt so much he could barely see and why he had a rifle pointed at his head. He stared down at his hands, noting with some surprise that crimson blood was evident on his palms.
"Whats your name fly-boy?" he asked.
*Fly-Boy?* Malcolm wondered.
"Flight Leftenant Andrew Redding" he replied automatically.
*Who on earth? Did I just say that?* He thought blearily.
"Major Hadden" said the man.
Malcolm felt more than a little confused. His eyes closed and his mind fell into unconsciousness.
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Trip groaned. His gut hurt and his head hurt.
"Shush now you're ok" said a female voice.
Instantly his eyes snapped open.
"What?" He asked weakly "What happened?"
"One of the enemy shot you while you were trying to capture him" said the woman gently.
"Sh. Shot me?" Trip asked feeling confused.
"One of the British, don't worry the others got him." Said the woman. "You'll be alright soon."
Trip took in his surroundings, he was in a dingy white building, there were other men laying in beds around him.
*Its some kinda hospital* he thought tiredly. *How the hell did I get here?*
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"They both appear to be in a coma, I'm afraid whatever did this to them did an excellent job" said Doctor Phlox sadly. "However they both keep changing their facial expressions, which could be a good sign"
"Keep working on a cure" said Archer staring at his two officers
They both looked slightly surreal laying as stiff as a board on the bio beds. Trip looked confused, Malcolm looked slightly. Afraid? Archer had never really seen pronounced fear on the younger mans face, he usually kept it hidden away. It chilled him to the core thinking of what could be in their dreams.
Hoshi stared at the translation she was working on, she felt absolutely certain that this somehow held the key-if only she could crack it! Everytime she tried however the image of Malcolm and Trip laid in an unconscious heap on the stone floor popped into her head shattering her concentration.
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"What's he doing in 'ere? 'E should be with the medics surely!" a faraway voice exclaimed.
"I ain't got a clue Alfie, but the word offa Jim is he got a guard-shot him in the gut." Said another "Wasn't looking too good either-right pale."
"I think 'e's wakin' up!"
~*~Reviews very welcome! I know this might seem a little confusing at first but all will become clear soon!!!!!~*~