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*It's my fault, I killed them, I betrayed them, ITS MY BLOODY FAULT! I CAN'T BELIEVE I WAS SO BLOODY WEAK!*
Eyes and nose streaming, Malcolm tried to move his arm to wipe his face only to remember he was still restrained on the table or bed-whatever it was it wasn't designed for comfort.
He coughed forlornly and tried to get a good look at the room around him. This was the longest they'd left him alone.
The walls were grey with a long mirror that stretched across the wall to the right of him. There were also two chairs and there had been a trolley of instruments but this had been removed.
His throat was dry and his stomach felt empty. He tried to remember when he last had something to eat or drink.
*A Jimmy Riddle wouldn't go amiss either*
The sound of grating machinery came to his ears. Moments later the restraints slid back. Immediately he slid off the table crashing to the ground with a thud.
*OW!*
His muscles were screaming in protest at this unauthorised use after being motionless for so long. He suddenly had a massive sneezing fit.
""What did you do?"
"You mean you don't remember?"
"You told us everything, It was so simple, so easy. I honestly thought you'd have put up more of a fight."
"A quick dose of Sodium Pentothal and you told us everything-from your birth date to the last time you ate food."
"You're lying, That's not true."
"How can you be sure? You have betrayed your people Malcolm Reed, to the death of them all."
He looked up in alarm, his head spinning from side to side.
Then it started, childlike singing echoing round the room: "You killed them! They're dead and its all you fault! You were screaming out the answers before the end! You're weak Malcolm Reed! You're a coward! You betrayed your people! You signed their death sentence! You'll have to live with the guilt that you murdered all your friends and colleagues! You're a murdered Malcolm Reed! MURDERER! MURDERER! MURDERER!"
"No!" Malcolm yelled, panicking slightly. "You're lying!"
"We have proof, do you want to see? Do you want to see your friends die? Do you want to hear the screams? Why don't you watch what you've done!"
A projection appeared on the blank wall, Malcolm could clearly see Enterprise.
He squeezed his eyes tight shut and tried to blot out the sound of the explosion.
"See? I told you it would happen! I told you one day I would say jump and you would say: How high? And you did! I never fail Malcolm, never!"
"NO!" He bellowed, with sudden energy leaping to his feet grabbing one of the chairs and smashing it against the mirror with all his might.
It splintered apart in his hands but he didn't care. A crack was showing in the mirror. He threw the pieces down on the floor and began beating it with his bare hands repeating: "No!" over and over again but sounding weaker by the minute. Coughing sporadically he sank to the floor and let unconsciousness take him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Enterprise~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"When's the next gap?" Archer asked.
"In approximately 30 minutes." Replied T'Pol raising an eyebrow
"I'm ready ta go Cap'n," Trip interjected.
"I don't like sending you down alone Trip," said Archer doubtfully.
"Once Ah get the shield down Ah won't be alone," Trip assured him. "We have to try somethin'!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Planet~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"We're not getting any information from him," Dr Libran sighed. "He is proving more stubborn than I first anticipated."
"What shall we do?" asked Dr T'eyla staring through the two way mirror into the room where Malcolm was being held.
"I say we go with Plan B, infect him and send him back." Libran replied. "I hear Engineer Nights has come up with a beam that will knock out their engines. Once he is aboard the virus should spread quickly."
"How do we know it'll work?" T'eyla asked anxiously, "It's untested."
"Let him be the test subject-release the virus into the room wait a few moments then send him back." Libran instructed.
"What will you be doing?" T'eyla asked, her eyes narrowing.
"Never you mind!" Libran snapped, "You have your orders-get on with it!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Malcolm's holding room~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Malcolm blinked blearily, he felt terrible. Like death warmed up.
He tried to force his puffy eyes to focus but then sank back into the darkness of his mind as the room disappeared around him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Enterprise~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Captain, a transport has just been made to Lieutenant Reeds quarters." T'Pol stated.
They all exchanged worried glances.
"Get Phlox down there-no one goes in without some form of protection-we don't know what they've sent." Archer ordered.
* * *
The route between Malcolm's quarters and sickbay had been cleared. For the time being everyone was to remain where they were.
Phlox had confirmed Malcolm's cold virus had been mutated and ordered that no one should enter sickbay unless they were properly protected or it was an emergency.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~
Down on the planet they were waiting, it was all a matter of time.
~*~Ok! Read and review! This chapter isn't like the others I don't think, might modify at some point depending on your reaction~*~
*It's my fault, I killed them, I betrayed them, ITS MY BLOODY FAULT! I CAN'T BELIEVE I WAS SO BLOODY WEAK!*
Eyes and nose streaming, Malcolm tried to move his arm to wipe his face only to remember he was still restrained on the table or bed-whatever it was it wasn't designed for comfort.
He coughed forlornly and tried to get a good look at the room around him. This was the longest they'd left him alone.
The walls were grey with a long mirror that stretched across the wall to the right of him. There were also two chairs and there had been a trolley of instruments but this had been removed.
His throat was dry and his stomach felt empty. He tried to remember when he last had something to eat or drink.
*A Jimmy Riddle wouldn't go amiss either*
The sound of grating machinery came to his ears. Moments later the restraints slid back. Immediately he slid off the table crashing to the ground with a thud.
*OW!*
His muscles were screaming in protest at this unauthorised use after being motionless for so long. He suddenly had a massive sneezing fit.
""What did you do?"
"You mean you don't remember?"
"You told us everything, It was so simple, so easy. I honestly thought you'd have put up more of a fight."
"A quick dose of Sodium Pentothal and you told us everything-from your birth date to the last time you ate food."
"You're lying, That's not true."
"How can you be sure? You have betrayed your people Malcolm Reed, to the death of them all."
He looked up in alarm, his head spinning from side to side.
Then it started, childlike singing echoing round the room: "You killed them! They're dead and its all you fault! You were screaming out the answers before the end! You're weak Malcolm Reed! You're a coward! You betrayed your people! You signed their death sentence! You'll have to live with the guilt that you murdered all your friends and colleagues! You're a murdered Malcolm Reed! MURDERER! MURDERER! MURDERER!"
"No!" Malcolm yelled, panicking slightly. "You're lying!"
"We have proof, do you want to see? Do you want to see your friends die? Do you want to hear the screams? Why don't you watch what you've done!"
A projection appeared on the blank wall, Malcolm could clearly see Enterprise.
He squeezed his eyes tight shut and tried to blot out the sound of the explosion.
"See? I told you it would happen! I told you one day I would say jump and you would say: How high? And you did! I never fail Malcolm, never!"
"NO!" He bellowed, with sudden energy leaping to his feet grabbing one of the chairs and smashing it against the mirror with all his might.
It splintered apart in his hands but he didn't care. A crack was showing in the mirror. He threw the pieces down on the floor and began beating it with his bare hands repeating: "No!" over and over again but sounding weaker by the minute. Coughing sporadically he sank to the floor and let unconsciousness take him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Enterprise~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"When's the next gap?" Archer asked.
"In approximately 30 minutes." Replied T'Pol raising an eyebrow
"I'm ready ta go Cap'n," Trip interjected.
"I don't like sending you down alone Trip," said Archer doubtfully.
"Once Ah get the shield down Ah won't be alone," Trip assured him. "We have to try somethin'!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Planet~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"We're not getting any information from him," Dr Libran sighed. "He is proving more stubborn than I first anticipated."
"What shall we do?" asked Dr T'eyla staring through the two way mirror into the room where Malcolm was being held.
"I say we go with Plan B, infect him and send him back." Libran replied. "I hear Engineer Nights has come up with a beam that will knock out their engines. Once he is aboard the virus should spread quickly."
"How do we know it'll work?" T'eyla asked anxiously, "It's untested."
"Let him be the test subject-release the virus into the room wait a few moments then send him back." Libran instructed.
"What will you be doing?" T'eyla asked, her eyes narrowing.
"Never you mind!" Libran snapped, "You have your orders-get on with it!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Malcolm's holding room~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Malcolm blinked blearily, he felt terrible. Like death warmed up.
He tried to force his puffy eyes to focus but then sank back into the darkness of his mind as the room disappeared around him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Enterprise~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Captain, a transport has just been made to Lieutenant Reeds quarters." T'Pol stated.
They all exchanged worried glances.
"Get Phlox down there-no one goes in without some form of protection-we don't know what they've sent." Archer ordered.
* * *
The route between Malcolm's quarters and sickbay had been cleared. For the time being everyone was to remain where they were.
Phlox had confirmed Malcolm's cold virus had been mutated and ordered that no one should enter sickbay unless they were properly protected or it was an emergency.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~
Down on the planet they were waiting, it was all a matter of time.
~*~Ok! Read and review! This chapter isn't like the others I don't think, might modify at some point depending on your reaction~*~