~*~Disclaimer=I own nothing!~*~ The storyline to this is soo obvious it's
unreal! That is unless you're like me and are currently in an insomnia
induced coma-like state. Plus I'm starting with a cold! Stupid crappy minus
six billion degrees British Winters! Also I've discovered a brand new pet
hate-the McDonalds staff in Lincolnshire who pretend to look confused if
you ask for a chicken sandwich meal. Apparently if you don't say the 'Mc'
part at the beginning they don't know what you want. Hrmph. (It was one of
those situations where you're just dying to say: "I'll have a 'Mc' straw so
I can jam it in your 'Mc' eyes you 'Mc' Tosser!") Ah! The Watch Stander, I
found out straight after what a hot toddy was and mentally kicked myself
for being really ignorant! I think the connection between my eyes and my
brain had switched off. Whenever I'm sick my mum always gives me hot toddy
except her version is hot lemonade with sugar in it-it works honest!~*~
Malcolm awoke with his eyes still shut.
His head hurt. People were talking-loudly.
*Stupid people* Malcolm thought. *Stupid headache, stupid damn bloody aliens!*
"Malcolm?"
*Oh bugger off!*
"Malcolm?"
"Hmm?" He mumbled opening an eye.
It was Hoshi. Trip and Archer were stood beside her. Archer didn't look impressed.
*Damn should've stayed asleep*
"How're you feelin'" Hoshi asked kindly.
Malcolm sat bolt upright.
"I'm fine" he said "What happened?"
He sneezed, Hoshi backed off slightly.
"You collapsed" Trip informed him. "One of the guards tried to catch ya an' ended up smackin' ya round the head with his gun."
Malcolm's hand instinctively flew up to his head, he felt material.
"They insisted on bandaging your head" Hoshi told him.
She pushed him back down again.
"Try not to move Malcolm, we need to get Phlox to have a look at you" said Archer. "Why didn't you tell us you were sick?"
"I'm not sick sir" Malcolm argued.
"So ya normally collapse on away missions then?" Trip asked sarcasm evident in his voice.
*Damn you! That's just a technicality! I meant to collapse.....oh brilliant, that'll work....erm I felt slightly faint but the main reason I collapsed was because the guard hit me round the head....stupid git, if I'd have been awake I would've stuffed my phaser up wherever they have their arses!*
Malcolm said nothing and suddenly found the floor exceptionally interesting. The others walked away to the front of the shuttlepod leaving him to mull over his own thoughts.
He coughed.
*Maybe I am just a little bit of colour*
He sat up knocking the blanket off.
*I've ruined first contact, hell-I scared the aliens! What was I thinking? I could've infected their whole civilisation! I don't think they included stupidity in the job description. Archer's gonna chew me out for sure. What was I thinking? I'm the bloody security officer and I jeopardised the aliens and the away team's safety! Who knows how they could've reacted?*
He smacked his forehead in frustration, bad idea. It made it hurt.
*Slowly but surely the garden gnomes are stealing my sanity*
A picture of small garden gnomes running through a garden, stealing things from a box labelled 'Malcolm's sanity' came to mind. He laughed quietly; glad no one could see inside his head.
The shuttle docked in the shuttlebay moments later. Phlox appeared.
"Mr Reed, how did I know it would be you?"
Malcolm scowled. Phlox ran the medical tri-corder over him.
"You have flu" He announced. "And a mild concussion."
"I'm not sick" Malcolm muttered getting to his feet.
Unsteadily he followed Phlox down to sickbay.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~On the planet~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"As we suspected, the human is ill."
"Excellent, see if the Enterprise away team will pay us another visit. Insist the sick one comes with them."
"As you wish Prime-Minister."
"Prime-Minister, once the away team have returned what do you want us to do?"
"Entice the sick one away-then order the others back to their ship-use weapons if necessary."
"What if they refuse to bring the sick one Prime-Minister?"
"Distract them and beam him out. We need him. We cannot wait too long in case he recovers, it must be done soon."
"What do you plan to do with the sick one?"
"Use the virus within him and mutate it to use it as a biological weapon against our enemies and possibly to take down Enterprise and the rest of her crew. I could use another ship to add to my collection."
"Yes sir, but what if......?"
"No more questions! I have every contingency provided for; now get out of my sight. You have your orders."
"Sorry Prime-Minister, I'll get on it right away."
~*~Please review! I know-very bad me for another short chapter-they'll get longer! Honest!~*~
Malcolm awoke with his eyes still shut.
His head hurt. People were talking-loudly.
*Stupid people* Malcolm thought. *Stupid headache, stupid damn bloody aliens!*
"Malcolm?"
*Oh bugger off!*
"Malcolm?"
"Hmm?" He mumbled opening an eye.
It was Hoshi. Trip and Archer were stood beside her. Archer didn't look impressed.
*Damn should've stayed asleep*
"How're you feelin'" Hoshi asked kindly.
Malcolm sat bolt upright.
"I'm fine" he said "What happened?"
He sneezed, Hoshi backed off slightly.
"You collapsed" Trip informed him. "One of the guards tried to catch ya an' ended up smackin' ya round the head with his gun."
Malcolm's hand instinctively flew up to his head, he felt material.
"They insisted on bandaging your head" Hoshi told him.
She pushed him back down again.
"Try not to move Malcolm, we need to get Phlox to have a look at you" said Archer. "Why didn't you tell us you were sick?"
"I'm not sick sir" Malcolm argued.
"So ya normally collapse on away missions then?" Trip asked sarcasm evident in his voice.
*Damn you! That's just a technicality! I meant to collapse.....oh brilliant, that'll work....erm I felt slightly faint but the main reason I collapsed was because the guard hit me round the head....stupid git, if I'd have been awake I would've stuffed my phaser up wherever they have their arses!*
Malcolm said nothing and suddenly found the floor exceptionally interesting. The others walked away to the front of the shuttlepod leaving him to mull over his own thoughts.
He coughed.
*Maybe I am just a little bit of colour*
He sat up knocking the blanket off.
*I've ruined first contact, hell-I scared the aliens! What was I thinking? I could've infected their whole civilisation! I don't think they included stupidity in the job description. Archer's gonna chew me out for sure. What was I thinking? I'm the bloody security officer and I jeopardised the aliens and the away team's safety! Who knows how they could've reacted?*
He smacked his forehead in frustration, bad idea. It made it hurt.
*Slowly but surely the garden gnomes are stealing my sanity*
A picture of small garden gnomes running through a garden, stealing things from a box labelled 'Malcolm's sanity' came to mind. He laughed quietly; glad no one could see inside his head.
The shuttle docked in the shuttlebay moments later. Phlox appeared.
"Mr Reed, how did I know it would be you?"
Malcolm scowled. Phlox ran the medical tri-corder over him.
"You have flu" He announced. "And a mild concussion."
"I'm not sick" Malcolm muttered getting to his feet.
Unsteadily he followed Phlox down to sickbay.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~On the planet~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"As we suspected, the human is ill."
"Excellent, see if the Enterprise away team will pay us another visit. Insist the sick one comes with them."
"As you wish Prime-Minister."
"Prime-Minister, once the away team have returned what do you want us to do?"
"Entice the sick one away-then order the others back to their ship-use weapons if necessary."
"What if they refuse to bring the sick one Prime-Minister?"
"Distract them and beam him out. We need him. We cannot wait too long in case he recovers, it must be done soon."
"What do you plan to do with the sick one?"
"Use the virus within him and mutate it to use it as a biological weapon against our enemies and possibly to take down Enterprise and the rest of her crew. I could use another ship to add to my collection."
"Yes sir, but what if......?"
"No more questions! I have every contingency provided for; now get out of my sight. You have your orders."
"Sorry Prime-Minister, I'll get on it right away."
~*~Please review! I know-very bad me for another short chapter-they'll get longer! Honest!~*~