~*~Disclaimer=me no own~*~ Hahaha! I love the idea of it being a corny old
seventies shoot out movie style ending with extra helping of cheese! There
is also a small line dedicated to TLI for pointing that out! I also love
the fact that nobody pulls any punches when they're reviewing! It's great!
I'm in a really good mood 'cause its mah birthday! Woohoo! 15 now! Anyway,
I'm off task. What was I going to say? OH yeah, I has the slightest
suspicion either this chapter or the next will be the last. *Sniffs* Heh
heh heh Also you might recognise the line at the end.~*~
Malcolm threw his old tattered uniform away and quickly dressed it the clothes Drew had stolen for them.
The others would be following on soon, but he couldn't stop. Stopping wasted valuable time he just didn't have. He could hear the faint sounds of pounding feet behind him-he still didn't even dare to look. It could be one of the other lads-or it could be a guard.
Taking no chances, he doubled back on himself and twisted and turned his route. Sweat was dripping from his brow, but he still didn't stop-he had to keep going.
Trip followed on behind the scruffy blonde, he felt signs of fatigue taking over him as he ran on, cursing the man's twisting and turning route. He couldn't stop. He had a debt to settle.
*This reminds me of those really old movies* Trip thought watching the forest flash past him. *Ah hated those movies!*
Malcolm tripped and fell flat on his face, skidding across the muddy ground.
"SHIT!" he swore dragging himself back to his feet.
His pace was slowing; tiredness was taking over his motor functions. He longed to be able to stop, but mentally forced himself to keep going.
He fell again this time however not possessing the energy to get back to his feet. He was out of the forest now and into a field.
*C'mon!* Malcolm urged mentally *C'mon Andy! You're so close!*
Something happened. To Malcolm it seemed blue light was flashing across the field. It felt like he was being ripped apart.
Then nothing.
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Hoshi couldn't watch anymore, but she couldn't leave either.
Close friends of Malcolm and Trip were now requesting to come visit-to say their goodbyes.
It was a morbid situation.
*You're giving up too soon!* she wanted to scream *There's still time! Don't lose hope yet!*
Archer hadn't left sickbay since he appeared half an hour ago. Hoshi watched him carefully. The most immediate emotion was guilt.
*I suppose he feels responsible, 'cause he sent us down to that planet.* Hoshi mused. *Mind you he couldn't have known that Malcolm would start sticking his hands where they didn't belong! The stupid, stupid, stupid fool! Why? Why couldn't he just leave well alone? Just stood and watched over everything? They tell me he's intelligent for god's sake!*
Angry thoughts flowed through her mind, however soon after guilt set in for thinking such things.
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Malcolm heard slow footsteps coming from the forest.
He heard a rifle being cocked.
"Up"
He slowly got to his feet and turned.
The guard Andy had shot was in front of him. Only something was weird about him. He kept fuzzing in and out of focus being replaced by someone who looked oddly like Trip.
Trip watched in horror as the scruffy blonde kept changing into Malcolm and then back again.
*Bugger* Malcolm thought. *If Trip's situation is like mine-I'm royally screwed!*
Malcolm held out his arms, backing away inch by inch very slowly.
"I owe you a bullet" Trip heard himself say.
All Malcolm heard was German-whatever the guard/Trip said it couldn't have been good.
His finger trembled on the trigger. He took a deep breath and fired.
Andy screamed in pain as the bullet pierced his side.
Malcolm had a peculiar feeling pass over him, pain mixed with relief?
"MALCOLM!" Trip yelled.
Andy hit the floor, the guard turned and walked back into the forest.
Trip was at Malcolm's side in seconds.
"It's not possible," Malcolm whispered moving his hand from his side and watching the blood drip from his fingers. "It can't be possible, I'm not here-not really, it can't be possible."
"Malcolm, where'd it hit ya?" Trip asked anxiously.
"Trip," Malcolm muttered sinking to his knees.
"Yeah."
"I want my gravestone to read: 'Here lies Malcolm Reed and he's bloody annoyed!" Malcolm joked weakly.
"That's not funny, ya ain't gonna die!" Trip insisted.
Malcolm saw Andy crawl through the hedge. Then a look of confusion came over his face as his vision darkened.
"Bugger."
Black swallowed him whole.
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Hoshi finally admitted defeat and went to say her final goodbyes.
She felt so guilty looking at their faces; Malcolm looked like he was in a lot of pain whereas Trip looked a mixture of worry and guilt.
Then she heard it. A faint voice whisper:
"Bugger."
"Doctor!" Hoshi called racing to Malcolm's side. "I think he's waking up! Quick!"
"Hoshi?" said a voice from behind her.
Trip's eyes were open and he stared at her blearily.
"How did Ah get here? Where's Malcolm? Is he alright? He got shot, he's bleedin'" Trip burbled worriedly.
Hoshi hugged him tightly. Leaving Trip with a bemused look.
"Ah'm happy ta see ya too Hoshi, but what's goin' on?" He asked yawning.
She moved so she could see both Trip and Malcolm and waited anxiously while Phlox checked them both over.
Malcolm's eyes snapped open.
"BLOODY HELL!" he yelled nearly falling off the biobed. "O Jesus, that hurts!
"Where does it hurt?" Doctor Phlox asked immediately running scans over them.
"My side, I got shot-what's going on?" Malcolm asked.
Doctor Phlox moved aside Malcolm's uniform to take a closer look at his side.
"That's odd," He murmured.
"What?" Trip asked watching.
Doctor Phlox showed them the large ugly bruise on his side.
"It's just a bruise, but it definitely wasn't there when Mr Reed was brought in." He said.
After nearly two hours of people coming into to see them, Doctor Phlox finally managed to shoo everybody out of sickbay and tried in vain to get Trip and Malcolm to rest.
"Hey, you shot me!" Malcolm exclaimed after a moment's silence.
"Ah didn't shoot ya! Max did! Anyway you shot me first!" Trip said defensively feeling guilty.
"Who's Max when he's at home?" Malcolm demanded. "I didn't shoot you Andy did!"
"The guy who shot ya!" Trip stated "Who's Andy?"
"Don't try and deny it Trip-you shot me."
It took a moment for Trip to realise Malcolm was just winding him up.
"Ya big baby! Anybody would've thought I'd killed ya the way you're going on!" Trip joked. "All ya got was a lil bruise!"
"Little?!?!?!?!?!" asked Malcolm in disbelief. "It's bloody huge!"
~*~Ok, I've definitely decided to add on an epilogue just too nicely round it off. I want you too review and I want to know if you have any outstanding questions that can be sold..... (Sold? I mean solved!) Solved next chapter! Eep, PE has frozen my brain! Just to bore you to tears I can tell you I was playing hockey this afternoon-it was raining, windy annnndd! Foggy! Plus our schools girls PE kit is a delightful bottle green pleated skirt with a yellow polo shirt, green football socks (with a gorgeous designer amber trim at the top! Can't forget that!) Bottle green nylon knickershorts that could double for parachutes and to top it all off a bright green sweatshirt that is as much use as a chocolate fireguard! Right ok *Ignores everybody's stares* I blame it on the gnomes! (Hint: read A Simple Cold)~*~
Malcolm threw his old tattered uniform away and quickly dressed it the clothes Drew had stolen for them.
The others would be following on soon, but he couldn't stop. Stopping wasted valuable time he just didn't have. He could hear the faint sounds of pounding feet behind him-he still didn't even dare to look. It could be one of the other lads-or it could be a guard.
Taking no chances, he doubled back on himself and twisted and turned his route. Sweat was dripping from his brow, but he still didn't stop-he had to keep going.
Trip followed on behind the scruffy blonde, he felt signs of fatigue taking over him as he ran on, cursing the man's twisting and turning route. He couldn't stop. He had a debt to settle.
*This reminds me of those really old movies* Trip thought watching the forest flash past him. *Ah hated those movies!*
Malcolm tripped and fell flat on his face, skidding across the muddy ground.
"SHIT!" he swore dragging himself back to his feet.
His pace was slowing; tiredness was taking over his motor functions. He longed to be able to stop, but mentally forced himself to keep going.
He fell again this time however not possessing the energy to get back to his feet. He was out of the forest now and into a field.
*C'mon!* Malcolm urged mentally *C'mon Andy! You're so close!*
Something happened. To Malcolm it seemed blue light was flashing across the field. It felt like he was being ripped apart.
Then nothing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~15 minutes and counting ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~
Hoshi couldn't watch anymore, but she couldn't leave either.
Close friends of Malcolm and Trip were now requesting to come visit-to say their goodbyes.
It was a morbid situation.
*You're giving up too soon!* she wanted to scream *There's still time! Don't lose hope yet!*
Archer hadn't left sickbay since he appeared half an hour ago. Hoshi watched him carefully. The most immediate emotion was guilt.
*I suppose he feels responsible, 'cause he sent us down to that planet.* Hoshi mused. *Mind you he couldn't have known that Malcolm would start sticking his hands where they didn't belong! The stupid, stupid, stupid fool! Why? Why couldn't he just leave well alone? Just stood and watched over everything? They tell me he's intelligent for god's sake!*
Angry thoughts flowed through her mind, however soon after guilt set in for thinking such things.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~
Malcolm heard slow footsteps coming from the forest.
He heard a rifle being cocked.
"Up"
He slowly got to his feet and turned.
The guard Andy had shot was in front of him. Only something was weird about him. He kept fuzzing in and out of focus being replaced by someone who looked oddly like Trip.
Trip watched in horror as the scruffy blonde kept changing into Malcolm and then back again.
*Bugger* Malcolm thought. *If Trip's situation is like mine-I'm royally screwed!*
Malcolm held out his arms, backing away inch by inch very slowly.
"I owe you a bullet" Trip heard himself say.
All Malcolm heard was German-whatever the guard/Trip said it couldn't have been good.
His finger trembled on the trigger. He took a deep breath and fired.
Andy screamed in pain as the bullet pierced his side.
Malcolm had a peculiar feeling pass over him, pain mixed with relief?
"MALCOLM!" Trip yelled.
Andy hit the floor, the guard turned and walked back into the forest.
Trip was at Malcolm's side in seconds.
"It's not possible," Malcolm whispered moving his hand from his side and watching the blood drip from his fingers. "It can't be possible, I'm not here-not really, it can't be possible."
"Malcolm, where'd it hit ya?" Trip asked anxiously.
"Trip," Malcolm muttered sinking to his knees.
"Yeah."
"I want my gravestone to read: 'Here lies Malcolm Reed and he's bloody annoyed!" Malcolm joked weakly.
"That's not funny, ya ain't gonna die!" Trip insisted.
Malcolm saw Andy crawl through the hedge. Then a look of confusion came over his face as his vision darkened.
"Bugger."
Black swallowed him whole.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hoshi finally admitted defeat and went to say her final goodbyes.
She felt so guilty looking at their faces; Malcolm looked like he was in a lot of pain whereas Trip looked a mixture of worry and guilt.
Then she heard it. A faint voice whisper:
"Bugger."
"Doctor!" Hoshi called racing to Malcolm's side. "I think he's waking up! Quick!"
"Hoshi?" said a voice from behind her.
Trip's eyes were open and he stared at her blearily.
"How did Ah get here? Where's Malcolm? Is he alright? He got shot, he's bleedin'" Trip burbled worriedly.
Hoshi hugged him tightly. Leaving Trip with a bemused look.
"Ah'm happy ta see ya too Hoshi, but what's goin' on?" He asked yawning.
She moved so she could see both Trip and Malcolm and waited anxiously while Phlox checked them both over.
Malcolm's eyes snapped open.
"BLOODY HELL!" he yelled nearly falling off the biobed. "O Jesus, that hurts!
"Where does it hurt?" Doctor Phlox asked immediately running scans over them.
"My side, I got shot-what's going on?" Malcolm asked.
Doctor Phlox moved aside Malcolm's uniform to take a closer look at his side.
"That's odd," He murmured.
"What?" Trip asked watching.
Doctor Phlox showed them the large ugly bruise on his side.
"It's just a bruise, but it definitely wasn't there when Mr Reed was brought in." He said.
After nearly two hours of people coming into to see them, Doctor Phlox finally managed to shoo everybody out of sickbay and tried in vain to get Trip and Malcolm to rest.
"Hey, you shot me!" Malcolm exclaimed after a moment's silence.
"Ah didn't shoot ya! Max did! Anyway you shot me first!" Trip said defensively feeling guilty.
"Who's Max when he's at home?" Malcolm demanded. "I didn't shoot you Andy did!"
"The guy who shot ya!" Trip stated "Who's Andy?"
"Don't try and deny it Trip-you shot me."
It took a moment for Trip to realise Malcolm was just winding him up.
"Ya big baby! Anybody would've thought I'd killed ya the way you're going on!" Trip joked. "All ya got was a lil bruise!"
"Little?!?!?!?!?!" asked Malcolm in disbelief. "It's bloody huge!"
~*~Ok, I've definitely decided to add on an epilogue just too nicely round it off. I want you too review and I want to know if you have any outstanding questions that can be sold..... (Sold? I mean solved!) Solved next chapter! Eep, PE has frozen my brain! Just to bore you to tears I can tell you I was playing hockey this afternoon-it was raining, windy annnndd! Foggy! Plus our schools girls PE kit is a delightful bottle green pleated skirt with a yellow polo shirt, green football socks (with a gorgeous designer amber trim at the top! Can't forget that!) Bottle green nylon knickershorts that could double for parachutes and to top it all off a bright green sweatshirt that is as much use as a chocolate fireguard! Right ok *Ignores everybody's stares* I blame it on the gnomes! (Hint: read A Simple Cold)~*~