A car door slammed outside the house. Malcolm and Reese didn't hear it, as they were shouting at each other.
"Hulk Hogan is infinitesimally better than The Rock!" Malcolm shouted.
"No way! The Rock could beat the tar out of Hogan!" Reese shouted. The two glared at each other, grunted, and lunged. They were choking each other on the floor when Lois, Hal, and Dewey came in.
Almost instantly, Lois' face turned bright red, "WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU TWO?!" She screamed, "WE CAN'T LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR FIVE MINUTES WITHOUT YOU TRYING TO BEAT THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS OUT OF EACH OTHER!"
"He started it!" Malcolm and Reese spat in unison, angrily pointing at the other, not taking their eye's off their mother.
"What was all this about?" Hal asked.
"Reese thinks that The Rock can beat Hulk Hogan." Malcolm replied abruptly.
"Well, that's just crazy! Nobody can beat Hogan." Hal replied, nonchalantly.
"That's not fair! You're taking his side again!" Reese shouted, agitated.
"I am not. Now go pick up that mess you made."
"I ma—" Reese started, before he began to disappear in a green glow.
"What the hell—?" Malcolm stated, as the rest of the family disappeared in the same green glow.
* * * *
Things flashed in front of Malcolm's eyes. Most of it was green. He felt he was washed in the glow for an eternity, but in fact was there for less than a fraction of a second. His living room had vanished in the green glow, and now, fading into view was a large black and gray room. A man in a black suit with a yellow line atop it stood at a console furiously pressing keys. Finally, the green glow faded from sight.
["What the hell happened?"] Malcolm bobbed on his feet. His eyes rolled back and his head.
The last thing he heard before he passed out was, "Transporter room one to sickbay. Medical Emergency!"
* * * *
Reese awoke before the rest of his family. He blinked in the strange light and color of the room. A balding man in a black suit with a blue line across the top leaned over him.
"Ah. You're awake. How are you feeling?" The man asked.
"Where am I?" Reese asked.
"You're aboard the Federation Starship Voyager. You're in sickbay. I am the chief medical officer. How are you feeling?" The man asked again.
Reese sat up and went to put his hand on the man's shoulder "Like I was hit by a—" Reese said, before falling off the biobed he was on. The hold he had on the man didn't seem to help. "What's your problem? Why'd you drop me?"
The man sighed, "I am a hologram. A projection of light and force fields."
Reese stood up, "You're not real?"
"No, I am… would you stop that?" The man said. Reese had started passing his hand through the man.
"Why?"
"Because it's very annoying!"
"But you're not real."
"That's no reason to treat me as such!" Reese ignored the man and continued to punch the incorporeal man. The man sighed again, grabbed a cylinder shaped object, pressed it to Reese's neck, and pressed a button. He passed out again, and the man heaved him back on the biobed. The man then grabbed a box shaped device and began to pass it over the five unconscious people.
The man gasped and tapped the badge on his chest. "Sickbay to Janeway. You may want to see this."
A disembodied voice answered the balding man, "On my way, Janeway out."
