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chapter oh and TLI-I'm a history buff, unfortunately didn't have space to
take it as a GCSE subject so am very sad but that's the reasoning behind
Soldier past, soldier present.-OK back to normal, everybody loves the
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Malcolm stared at the wall coughing sporadically.
"I'm confining you to quarters from now on, I order you to get plenty of rest and drink lots of fluids." Said Phlox, pressing a hypospray to his neck. "Someone will bring your meals to you-no need to infect the rest of the crew."
*Sounds like fun-almost as fun as watching paint dry!*
Malcolm sneezed in response and gave Phlox a sour look.
"Hey Doc!" said Trip cheerily "How's he doin'?"
"Ah Commander Tucker, you're just in time to escort Mr Reed to his quarters!" said Phlox jovially.
Malcolm got unsteadily to his feet and followed Trip out of sickbay, stoutly ignoring Phlox.
"Ah thought ya looked off colour this mornin'," said Trip "Ya should've said you were sick."
"I wasn't feeling that bad." Said Malcolm sullenly.
The walk to Malcolm's quarters seemed to take forever.
*Life is like cheese, it sounds good when you say it, but crap when you taste it. This sucks!*
Trip watched while Malcolm changed into his P.J's.
"You know you can leave." Said Malcolm, sitting on his bed. "I'm not going anywhere."
((a/n Famous last words! Muhahahaha!))
"Ah just wanna make sure ya settled an' not thinkin' o' doin' any work." Said Trip, crossing his arms.
*Damn, oh well just humour him and then wait till he's gone!*
Malcolm coughed and reluctantly got into bed.
"Happy now?" he asked.
"I'll drop by later." Trip promised before leaving.
Malcolm waited a moment before getting up. He sat down at his desk and pulled out some of his paperwork from the armoury.
He worked steadily for an hour before falling asleep on the pads.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~On the planet~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Prime Minister, they refuse to bring the human down to the planet."
"Well then do what I told you!"
"But sir! What if..."
"Don't what if me! Just do it!"
"Yes sir."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Captain, a transport has been made from to the planet." T'Pol stated. "The Jennern's have just beamed Lieutenant Reed from his quarters."
"Hoshi hail the planet!" Archer ordered. "And get a team down to Malcolm's quarters!"
"They're not responding sir." Said Hoshi, her fingers flying over the controls. "Wait we're getting a transmission........well that was rude!"
"What did they say?" Archer demanded.
"Well....our equivalent of piss off-except slightly stronger." Said Hoshi blushing. "I'll try again sir."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~On the Planet~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When Malcolm rematerialised he nose dived forward and nearly knocked himself out.
((a/n think about it people he's just been sleepin' on a chair!))
Stars twinkling before his eyes he gazed at the unfamiliar ceiling.
"Take him down to the Med Bay." Said a voice.
Strong arms seized Malcolm; he struggled but was too out of it to make much difference.
A sterile metallic room came into view. Full of sharp pointy things.
*Something tells me walking isn't going to be an option after this-or having children.*
They fastened him to the table. Malcolm struggled against the restraints but to no avail.
"Don't worry," said a doctor coming towards him with a needle. "This will only hurt when you wake up."
"Oh lucky me," Malcolm muttered darkly.
~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Enterprise~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~
"Captain, the Jennerns have raised a shield-we cannot penetrate it." Said T'Pol. "At the moment we cannot attempt a rescue mission."
"Get all the senior officers together-we need some ideas." Archer ordered.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Some hours later-back on planet~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~
Malcolm blinked. Then blinked again.
*Where in the name of la-la-land am I?*
"Ah, Lieutenant! Feeling unwell I hope?" asked a jovial voice.
*Always happy-why can I never be captured by homicidal people? Sods bloody law that.*
Malcolm said nothing a mutinous look on his face.
"Don't worry-we'll return you to your ship once we're finished with you." He said smiling.
*So there is a light at the end of every tunnel-just gotta pray it's not a train.*
~*~Short again-Bad me! Anyway Merry Christmas to everybody and please review!~*~
Malcolm stared at the wall coughing sporadically.
"I'm confining you to quarters from now on, I order you to get plenty of rest and drink lots of fluids." Said Phlox, pressing a hypospray to his neck. "Someone will bring your meals to you-no need to infect the rest of the crew."
*Sounds like fun-almost as fun as watching paint dry!*
Malcolm sneezed in response and gave Phlox a sour look.
"Hey Doc!" said Trip cheerily "How's he doin'?"
"Ah Commander Tucker, you're just in time to escort Mr Reed to his quarters!" said Phlox jovially.
Malcolm got unsteadily to his feet and followed Trip out of sickbay, stoutly ignoring Phlox.
"Ah thought ya looked off colour this mornin'," said Trip "Ya should've said you were sick."
"I wasn't feeling that bad." Said Malcolm sullenly.
The walk to Malcolm's quarters seemed to take forever.
*Life is like cheese, it sounds good when you say it, but crap when you taste it. This sucks!*
Trip watched while Malcolm changed into his P.J's.
"You know you can leave." Said Malcolm, sitting on his bed. "I'm not going anywhere."
((a/n Famous last words! Muhahahaha!))
"Ah just wanna make sure ya settled an' not thinkin' o' doin' any work." Said Trip, crossing his arms.
*Damn, oh well just humour him and then wait till he's gone!*
Malcolm coughed and reluctantly got into bed.
"Happy now?" he asked.
"I'll drop by later." Trip promised before leaving.
Malcolm waited a moment before getting up. He sat down at his desk and pulled out some of his paperwork from the armoury.
He worked steadily for an hour before falling asleep on the pads.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~On the planet~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Prime Minister, they refuse to bring the human down to the planet."
"Well then do what I told you!"
"But sir! What if..."
"Don't what if me! Just do it!"
"Yes sir."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Captain, a transport has been made from to the planet." T'Pol stated. "The Jennern's have just beamed Lieutenant Reed from his quarters."
"Hoshi hail the planet!" Archer ordered. "And get a team down to Malcolm's quarters!"
"They're not responding sir." Said Hoshi, her fingers flying over the controls. "Wait we're getting a transmission........well that was rude!"
"What did they say?" Archer demanded.
"Well....our equivalent of piss off-except slightly stronger." Said Hoshi blushing. "I'll try again sir."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~On the Planet~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When Malcolm rematerialised he nose dived forward and nearly knocked himself out.
((a/n think about it people he's just been sleepin' on a chair!))
Stars twinkling before his eyes he gazed at the unfamiliar ceiling.
"Take him down to the Med Bay." Said a voice.
Strong arms seized Malcolm; he struggled but was too out of it to make much difference.
A sterile metallic room came into view. Full of sharp pointy things.
*Something tells me walking isn't going to be an option after this-or having children.*
They fastened him to the table. Malcolm struggled against the restraints but to no avail.
"Don't worry," said a doctor coming towards him with a needle. "This will only hurt when you wake up."
"Oh lucky me," Malcolm muttered darkly.
~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Enterprise~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~
"Captain, the Jennerns have raised a shield-we cannot penetrate it." Said T'Pol. "At the moment we cannot attempt a rescue mission."
"Get all the senior officers together-we need some ideas." Archer ordered.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Some hours later-back on planet~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~
Malcolm blinked. Then blinked again.
*Where in the name of la-la-land am I?*
"Ah, Lieutenant! Feeling unwell I hope?" asked a jovial voice.
*Always happy-why can I never be captured by homicidal people? Sods bloody law that.*
Malcolm said nothing a mutinous look on his face.
"Don't worry-we'll return you to your ship once we're finished with you." He said smiling.
*So there is a light at the end of every tunnel-just gotta pray it's not a train.*
~*~Short again-Bad me! Anyway Merry Christmas to everybody and please review!~*~