~*~Disclaimer=me no own! ~*~I apologise for not updating this recently but
things have gone from crazy to crazier! Blame it on school-it's Carol
Concert time and this year I'm doing a reading, singing and playing in the
band so it's rehearse, rehearse, rehearse! Anyway Phaser Lady! How can you
say I'm evil? Or that I hate Malcolm?! I don't hate Malcolm! He's my
favourite character! I just enjoy seeing him squirm! It's the sadist in me!
Plus the name of the school-I have no idea if that's where he lived ok?~*~
"Captain?" Hannah tried, seeing if she could move any part of her body.
Her ribs hurt and so did her arm. She peered at it through the dust; it had a rather large bump sticking out the side.
"Great, just what I need." She muttered annoyed.
Her eyes darted from side to side seeking out Archer.
"Captain? Captain Archer can you hear me?" She called worriedly, coughing madly for a second.
In the dusty gloom, she saw Archer's motionless form lying nearby. She painfully crawled over to him.
"Captain? It's me Doctor Tarry, can you hear me?" She repeated shaking his shoulder gently.
No response.
"C'mon sir....Jonathan?" she tried. "Open your eyes Jon."
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"It's Ok to cry," Hoshi told him, sitting beside him and putting her arm round his shoulders.
"No it's not," He mumbled bowing his head. "It won't change anything."
Hoshi was seeing Malcolm in a different way, she'd never seen him close to tears before and it almost scared her-her knight in shining armour had a chink in his defences after all.
"It might make you feel better?" she said gently.
She was met by silence.
A tell-tale tear fell onto the carpet.
Hoshi found her own eyes welling up as she thought about Archer; they held each other as silent grief overcame them.
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Hannah knew that Archer was unconscious and probably wouldn't wake up for a while, she had attempted first aid and now was reduced to just talking to thin air.
"When I was five years old my dad and my brother Robert were killed in an accident. It never really sank in I suppose until I was about twelve I always thought that they would come back. Me mum reckons that was when I decided to become a Doctor.
We only moved away from Yorkshire 'cause me mum got a new job. I didn't want to move, I left all me mates behind. Admittedly they were as mad as a bag of badgers but that's not the point.
North Kesteven Secondary School. It was a specialist school ya know for the Performing Arts-not that Malcolm ever went in for performing arts-or sport for that matter-that was another of the schools specialities. It was my first day there, a girl called Amy was showing me round my god, she had a ten foot pole so far up her arse I'm surprised she could even walk straight!
I hated her-I hated the fact she was snobby and had a following of worshippers-the popular crowd with not a single brain cell between them. I think one of their best comebacks was:
'You think you're so cool-but you're not!'
Oh please.
When I asked who Malcolm was she insulted him, then in a very loud whisper told me not to go near him. So I marched right up to him said hello and from then on I embarked on a mission to get to know him-took a while-my god did it take a while.
My mum always talked about space travel. I think she liked the idea of being able to travel through space but preferred someone else to do it.
She nearly had a fit when I got the job on Enterprise. She came round- eventually.
It just seems so unfair that only a few hours after I get here the shit hits the fan an I end up facing death inside a smelly, dusty, uncomfortable rock filled cave with a broken arm, probably broken ribs-this talking isn't doing them much good but I don't care.
Normally when I'm nervous I sing a lot or hum. The Vulcan's got very irritated with me when I first came aboard because I kept humming I think their exact words were:
"Could you please refrain from singing, it is an illogical use of your voice."
What in the hell? A simple 'Shut up you English moron!' would have sufficed."
She heard quiet sniggering.
"Captain? How long have you been awake?" She asked beginning to check him over.
"Since you were talking about the girls at school with no brain cells. "Came the rasped reply.
"Where does it hurt?" Hannah asked coughing.
"Are you alright?" Archer asked
"I'm fine." Hannah lied. "You didn't answer my question."
"My shoulder," Archer replied.
Hannah examined it carefully.
"Dislocated," she muttered. "Great."
She looked into Archers eyes.
"This is gonna hurt," she told him. "Just grit ya teeth."
She took up his arm, placed her foot on his torso and pulled.
Archer cried out.
"Bleedin' hell!" Hannah yelled.
There was a sickening crunch as it rolled back into place. Hannah fell back clutching her arm, coughing and panting.
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Nothing.
Numb.
He's stood alone
In a crowded place
He's stood alone
The shadows hide his face.
But he has to be strong, it's his job, no tears can be shed for the dead.
Just gotta make it through the next 24 hours, then it'll become easier.
Just gotta dig deep and be strong.
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"Yep, we're definitely up shit creek without a paddle." Hannah commented leaning against the wall.
Archer gave a dry laugh.
"We gotta stay close-keep warm." said Hannah, moving so Archer was leaning on her.
"Can I just ask you something?"
"What sir?"
"Why did you start singing?"
"Force of habit-I always sing when I'm nervous-or talk. Apparently I have conversations with people in my sleep, or laugh, or sing, or giggle. I never shut up me."
"Well it worked."
"It's a skill-I'm just fantastic."
"Are you ok?"
"Just dandy. Everything's perfect, this is exactly how I wanted to spend my day..........sorry sir-too gobby for my own good, just ignore me."
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"Phlox to Reed"
"Reed here, go ahead Doctor."
"I think you should come down here."
"On my way."
~*~Ok very short chapter-am very bad! But so much stuff has been happening- I started writing this on Monday and it's now Friday and school broke up on Wednesday do it just goes to show loadsa things going on-all reviews are helpful-if ya don't tell me I'll never learn!~*~
"Captain?" Hannah tried, seeing if she could move any part of her body.
Her ribs hurt and so did her arm. She peered at it through the dust; it had a rather large bump sticking out the side.
"Great, just what I need." She muttered annoyed.
Her eyes darted from side to side seeking out Archer.
"Captain? Captain Archer can you hear me?" She called worriedly, coughing madly for a second.
In the dusty gloom, she saw Archer's motionless form lying nearby. She painfully crawled over to him.
"Captain? It's me Doctor Tarry, can you hear me?" She repeated shaking his shoulder gently.
No response.
"C'mon sir....Jonathan?" she tried. "Open your eyes Jon."
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"It's Ok to cry," Hoshi told him, sitting beside him and putting her arm round his shoulders.
"No it's not," He mumbled bowing his head. "It won't change anything."
Hoshi was seeing Malcolm in a different way, she'd never seen him close to tears before and it almost scared her-her knight in shining armour had a chink in his defences after all.
"It might make you feel better?" she said gently.
She was met by silence.
A tell-tale tear fell onto the carpet.
Hoshi found her own eyes welling up as she thought about Archer; they held each other as silent grief overcame them.
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Hannah knew that Archer was unconscious and probably wouldn't wake up for a while, she had attempted first aid and now was reduced to just talking to thin air.
"When I was five years old my dad and my brother Robert were killed in an accident. It never really sank in I suppose until I was about twelve I always thought that they would come back. Me mum reckons that was when I decided to become a Doctor.
We only moved away from Yorkshire 'cause me mum got a new job. I didn't want to move, I left all me mates behind. Admittedly they were as mad as a bag of badgers but that's not the point.
North Kesteven Secondary School. It was a specialist school ya know for the Performing Arts-not that Malcolm ever went in for performing arts-or sport for that matter-that was another of the schools specialities. It was my first day there, a girl called Amy was showing me round my god, she had a ten foot pole so far up her arse I'm surprised she could even walk straight!
I hated her-I hated the fact she was snobby and had a following of worshippers-the popular crowd with not a single brain cell between them. I think one of their best comebacks was:
'You think you're so cool-but you're not!'
Oh please.
When I asked who Malcolm was she insulted him, then in a very loud whisper told me not to go near him. So I marched right up to him said hello and from then on I embarked on a mission to get to know him-took a while-my god did it take a while.
My mum always talked about space travel. I think she liked the idea of being able to travel through space but preferred someone else to do it.
She nearly had a fit when I got the job on Enterprise. She came round- eventually.
It just seems so unfair that only a few hours after I get here the shit hits the fan an I end up facing death inside a smelly, dusty, uncomfortable rock filled cave with a broken arm, probably broken ribs-this talking isn't doing them much good but I don't care.
Normally when I'm nervous I sing a lot or hum. The Vulcan's got very irritated with me when I first came aboard because I kept humming I think their exact words were:
"Could you please refrain from singing, it is an illogical use of your voice."
What in the hell? A simple 'Shut up you English moron!' would have sufficed."
She heard quiet sniggering.
"Captain? How long have you been awake?" She asked beginning to check him over.
"Since you were talking about the girls at school with no brain cells. "Came the rasped reply.
"Where does it hurt?" Hannah asked coughing.
"Are you alright?" Archer asked
"I'm fine." Hannah lied. "You didn't answer my question."
"My shoulder," Archer replied.
Hannah examined it carefully.
"Dislocated," she muttered. "Great."
She looked into Archers eyes.
"This is gonna hurt," she told him. "Just grit ya teeth."
She took up his arm, placed her foot on his torso and pulled.
Archer cried out.
"Bleedin' hell!" Hannah yelled.
There was a sickening crunch as it rolled back into place. Hannah fell back clutching her arm, coughing and panting.
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Nothing.
Numb.
He's stood alone
In a crowded place
He's stood alone
The shadows hide his face.
But he has to be strong, it's his job, no tears can be shed for the dead.
Just gotta make it through the next 24 hours, then it'll become easier.
Just gotta dig deep and be strong.
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"Yep, we're definitely up shit creek without a paddle." Hannah commented leaning against the wall.
Archer gave a dry laugh.
"We gotta stay close-keep warm." said Hannah, moving so Archer was leaning on her.
"Can I just ask you something?"
"What sir?"
"Why did you start singing?"
"Force of habit-I always sing when I'm nervous-or talk. Apparently I have conversations with people in my sleep, or laugh, or sing, or giggle. I never shut up me."
"Well it worked."
"It's a skill-I'm just fantastic."
"Are you ok?"
"Just dandy. Everything's perfect, this is exactly how I wanted to spend my day..........sorry sir-too gobby for my own good, just ignore me."
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"Phlox to Reed"
"Reed here, go ahead Doctor."
"I think you should come down here."
"On my way."
~*~Ok very short chapter-am very bad! But so much stuff has been happening- I started writing this on Monday and it's now Friday and school broke up on Wednesday do it just goes to show loadsa things going on-all reviews are helpful-if ya don't tell me I'll never learn!~*~