Chapter Five
Madison James was on a transport vessel from London to San Francisco. She was looking through a pad. It contained Wedding outfits for both herself and Trip, she wanted to be traditional. She had a thought, she could wear her mothers dress, it was made of silk from a planet in the next solar system. Madison sank into a dream of wearing the dress when she was a child, way too big for her then, but it would fit perfectly now. She looked like her mother and had the figure to match. It would also save her money, she didn't really want to waste money on a dress she would only wear once, the money could be saved for when Trip and herself returned to Earth.
Yes, my mothers wedding dress. I must tell Trip right now before he tries to surprise me. Madison thought as she switched on the communicator panel on the back of the seat in front of her. Normally she would skip through the new that came on automatically when the screen was switched on, and today should have been no exception because she was so eager to talk to Trip however something caught her eye. A headline, the headline. Madison read through the article that told her of the early departure of Enterprise. An alien had been found, badly hurt and was being taken back to his home world by Enterprise, ahead of schedule. Madison turned the screen off, why hadn't Trip informed him? Perhaps he did and she had left for the transport that she was on. She sank back in her seat, perhaps it's not a full crew on board. They'll come back for me and Trip, he waited for me. But what about my warp drive? Who's looking after it? She hesitated, she must get in touch with Trip. Madison turned the communicator back on and informed it to link to Trip's apartment in San Francisco; No answer. She then asked it to link to Mr and Mrs Tucker. Trip's mother answered.
"Hello?" Madison questioned when his mother came into view. "Do you know where Trip is?"
"He gone away Madi! On Enterprise, I thought you were with him?"
"No... I'm still here." Madison was close to tears. "It must have been important that they left quickly. I'll speak to you soon."
"Drop by next week, I'll make your favourite."
"Thank you Mrs Tucker. Goodbye."
Madison knocked at her old home. It's had been six months since she had seen it, the door had been painted. A little boy answered the door, he was about four years old.
"Hello." Madison bent down to greet the boy. "What's your name?" Madison looked inside the apartment, the door was not the only thing to have been painted.
"Christian. Do you want to speak to my mummy or my daddy?" Christian asked.
"Oh I'm sorry. I must have the wrong house. I'm looking for my daddy!" Madison explained putting her bag down. "Do you know where the man who used-"
"Madison." Her father raced to the door and stood in front of Christian.
"Who is she daddy?" Christian asked trying to get another look at the girl. Madison stood up uncomfortably.
"A friend of mine. Go and play Christian." Her father explained while hushing the young boy out.
"What the hell is going on dad?" Madison asked, hating being kept at the door like a salesperson. "Why wasn't I told Enterprise had left? Who's that little boy?" Madison wiped the tears that where cascading down her face.
"He's... none your business!" He stuttered. "Stop crying you're making a scene." He spat. No one could see, the street was empty.
"Why haven't you been in touch? Why did Enterprise leave without me?"
"Stop it Madison. Go away, I have a new life now!" Her father tried to close the door. She pushed it back open. "Trip told me you didn't want to know me anymore, he said you resigned and that you'd gone into hiding. I got in touch, you weren't there."
"That doesn't explain the little boy who think you're his father." Momentarily an older friend of Madison's came to the door. "Juliet? I knew it. He is yours isn't he?" Madison went to hit her father. He threw her to the floor-
Everything went black, pain was buzzing through every inch of her body. Another sharp seizing pain ran through her back-
Malcolm was awoken by the screams and weeping of Madison. She was reacting to her dream with sharp movements that where scaring Malcolm.
"Madison. Wake up, it's just a dream. Wake up!" Madison bolted awake.
"Malcolm, I'm scared." Malcolm pulled her back into his chest.
"What where you dreaming about?" He looked down at her back and his answer became apparent. "You where whipped? tortured? Why Madison?"
"I don't know. I don't know." Was all Madison could manage to say. Malcolm ran his cold fingers down her scares. "There ugly, I want them to go away. You shouldn't see them."
"It's ok. I didn't even notice. Your gorgeous, inside and out. I ..." Malcolm paused to think about what he was about to say. "I love you Madison. It's wrong that I should because you and Trip-"
"Me and Trip are finished-"
"He's still my friend and he still thinks there's hope. Besides I shouldn't have taken advantage of you. You're weak, venerable-"
"Hey, I'm not weak, I've never been venerable." Madison smiled. "Now, hug me because I'm getting cold." She relaxed into his arms and fell into a peaceful sleep. Malcolm watched her until he knew she wouldn't have a nightmare again, then wondered into his own dreamful sleep.
As soon as Trip has boarded Enterprise he headed straight for sickbay, where Madison could not be found. Phlox told him that Malcolm had taken her to his quarters until T'Pol informed him of her accommodation. Trip decided to talk to Malcolm before finding out where she was.
Trip opened Malcolm's door to find Madison asleep on her back on the bed. Malcolm must be on duty? Trip thought. He wondered if he should stay and watch her until she woke up. Stepping forward, the door closed with a pneumatic hiss. Madison stirred and turned on her side. A third arm wrapped itself over Madison's figure and Trip's blood ran cold.
Malcolm realising there was someone else in the room opened his eyes with a dart. Oh my god! Malcolm's eyes adjusted to the dim light, it's Trip.
"I can explain-"
"Don't even bother." Trip stormed out. Malcolm jumped over Madison to follow him, pulling on a jumpsuit over his bare body.
"Trip, wait." Malcolm found him two decks up.
"You're my best friend, and you screwed me over." Trip stopped dead in his tracks.
"Well technically it was her that I-" Trip never let him finish sentence. He'd kicked him to the floor with one swift movement. "I've done nothing wrong Trip."
"She's my wife-" Trip shouted. Malcolm starred him out. "She's mine."
"No she's not and that's your problem... She doesn't love you anymore. And that's our problem, you didn't tell me. Not that you loved her, but that she even existed. Best friends, you don't keep the girl of your dreams away from your best friend. He didn't realise she was out of bounds." Malcolm got up.
"I came into your room and told you-"
"That's another problem, I don't like you barging in my room." Malcolm glared at him. "It's my space-"
"Would you have told me? If I hadn't have come in; would you have told me that you'd slept with my wife-" At this point Malcolm had had enough. He gave Trip a left hook. "And what was that for?" Trip demanded.
"She's not your wife."
"We where to be married!" Trip nursed his jaw.
"Correct. Where."
"Are!"
(I'M UNSURE WHERE I'M GOING FROM HERE. I HAVE THE NEXT TWO CHAPTERS WRITTEN BUT THEY'RE NOT RIGHT.)
Madison James was on a transport vessel from London to San Francisco. She was looking through a pad. It contained Wedding outfits for both herself and Trip, she wanted to be traditional. She had a thought, she could wear her mothers dress, it was made of silk from a planet in the next solar system. Madison sank into a dream of wearing the dress when she was a child, way too big for her then, but it would fit perfectly now. She looked like her mother and had the figure to match. It would also save her money, she didn't really want to waste money on a dress she would only wear once, the money could be saved for when Trip and herself returned to Earth.
Yes, my mothers wedding dress. I must tell Trip right now before he tries to surprise me. Madison thought as she switched on the communicator panel on the back of the seat in front of her. Normally she would skip through the new that came on automatically when the screen was switched on, and today should have been no exception because she was so eager to talk to Trip however something caught her eye. A headline, the headline. Madison read through the article that told her of the early departure of Enterprise. An alien had been found, badly hurt and was being taken back to his home world by Enterprise, ahead of schedule. Madison turned the screen off, why hadn't Trip informed him? Perhaps he did and she had left for the transport that she was on. She sank back in her seat, perhaps it's not a full crew on board. They'll come back for me and Trip, he waited for me. But what about my warp drive? Who's looking after it? She hesitated, she must get in touch with Trip. Madison turned the communicator back on and informed it to link to Trip's apartment in San Francisco; No answer. She then asked it to link to Mr and Mrs Tucker. Trip's mother answered.
"Hello?" Madison questioned when his mother came into view. "Do you know where Trip is?"
"He gone away Madi! On Enterprise, I thought you were with him?"
"No... I'm still here." Madison was close to tears. "It must have been important that they left quickly. I'll speak to you soon."
"Drop by next week, I'll make your favourite."
"Thank you Mrs Tucker. Goodbye."
Madison knocked at her old home. It's had been six months since she had seen it, the door had been painted. A little boy answered the door, he was about four years old.
"Hello." Madison bent down to greet the boy. "What's your name?" Madison looked inside the apartment, the door was not the only thing to have been painted.
"Christian. Do you want to speak to my mummy or my daddy?" Christian asked.
"Oh I'm sorry. I must have the wrong house. I'm looking for my daddy!" Madison explained putting her bag down. "Do you know where the man who used-"
"Madison." Her father raced to the door and stood in front of Christian.
"Who is she daddy?" Christian asked trying to get another look at the girl. Madison stood up uncomfortably.
"A friend of mine. Go and play Christian." Her father explained while hushing the young boy out.
"What the hell is going on dad?" Madison asked, hating being kept at the door like a salesperson. "Why wasn't I told Enterprise had left? Who's that little boy?" Madison wiped the tears that where cascading down her face.
"He's... none your business!" He stuttered. "Stop crying you're making a scene." He spat. No one could see, the street was empty.
"Why haven't you been in touch? Why did Enterprise leave without me?"
"Stop it Madison. Go away, I have a new life now!" Her father tried to close the door. She pushed it back open. "Trip told me you didn't want to know me anymore, he said you resigned and that you'd gone into hiding. I got in touch, you weren't there."
"That doesn't explain the little boy who think you're his father." Momentarily an older friend of Madison's came to the door. "Juliet? I knew it. He is yours isn't he?" Madison went to hit her father. He threw her to the floor-
Everything went black, pain was buzzing through every inch of her body. Another sharp seizing pain ran through her back-
Malcolm was awoken by the screams and weeping of Madison. She was reacting to her dream with sharp movements that where scaring Malcolm.
"Madison. Wake up, it's just a dream. Wake up!" Madison bolted awake.
"Malcolm, I'm scared." Malcolm pulled her back into his chest.
"What where you dreaming about?" He looked down at her back and his answer became apparent. "You where whipped? tortured? Why Madison?"
"I don't know. I don't know." Was all Madison could manage to say. Malcolm ran his cold fingers down her scares. "There ugly, I want them to go away. You shouldn't see them."
"It's ok. I didn't even notice. Your gorgeous, inside and out. I ..." Malcolm paused to think about what he was about to say. "I love you Madison. It's wrong that I should because you and Trip-"
"Me and Trip are finished-"
"He's still my friend and he still thinks there's hope. Besides I shouldn't have taken advantage of you. You're weak, venerable-"
"Hey, I'm not weak, I've never been venerable." Madison smiled. "Now, hug me because I'm getting cold." She relaxed into his arms and fell into a peaceful sleep. Malcolm watched her until he knew she wouldn't have a nightmare again, then wondered into his own dreamful sleep.
As soon as Trip has boarded Enterprise he headed straight for sickbay, where Madison could not be found. Phlox told him that Malcolm had taken her to his quarters until T'Pol informed him of her accommodation. Trip decided to talk to Malcolm before finding out where she was.
Trip opened Malcolm's door to find Madison asleep on her back on the bed. Malcolm must be on duty? Trip thought. He wondered if he should stay and watch her until she woke up. Stepping forward, the door closed with a pneumatic hiss. Madison stirred and turned on her side. A third arm wrapped itself over Madison's figure and Trip's blood ran cold.
Malcolm realising there was someone else in the room opened his eyes with a dart. Oh my god! Malcolm's eyes adjusted to the dim light, it's Trip.
"I can explain-"
"Don't even bother." Trip stormed out. Malcolm jumped over Madison to follow him, pulling on a jumpsuit over his bare body.
"Trip, wait." Malcolm found him two decks up.
"You're my best friend, and you screwed me over." Trip stopped dead in his tracks.
"Well technically it was her that I-" Trip never let him finish sentence. He'd kicked him to the floor with one swift movement. "I've done nothing wrong Trip."
"She's my wife-" Trip shouted. Malcolm starred him out. "She's mine."
"No she's not and that's your problem... She doesn't love you anymore. And that's our problem, you didn't tell me. Not that you loved her, but that she even existed. Best friends, you don't keep the girl of your dreams away from your best friend. He didn't realise she was out of bounds." Malcolm got up.
"I came into your room and told you-"
"That's another problem, I don't like you barging in my room." Malcolm glared at him. "It's my space-"
"Would you have told me? If I hadn't have come in; would you have told me that you'd slept with my wife-" At this point Malcolm had had enough. He gave Trip a left hook. "And what was that for?" Trip demanded.
"She's not your wife."
"We where to be married!" Trip nursed his jaw.
"Correct. Where."
"Are!"
(I'M UNSURE WHERE I'M GOING FROM HERE. I HAVE THE NEXT TWO CHAPTERS WRITTEN BUT THEY'RE NOT RIGHT.)