There were fewer cases of insomnia to report. Shifts were running smoothly throughout the entire ship. The people were getting along again. "Morale has risen to 90% since Christmas, and by my estimate the only people with a low morale is the senior staff." Hugh stopped for a moment for the facts to settle in. "It is common knowledge that when the command staff is having a good time the rest of the crew have a good time. A happy Captain equals a happy crew, and a happy crew equals a higher level of productivity." Hugh watched as the group began to realize what he was saying.
"So your saying that we should always have smiles on and sugarcoat the severity of this mission?" Malcolm wasn't understanding what was being asked of him. 'Am I supposed to smile and say that "we are being shot at, but don't worry!?" What is he driving at?' "No, no you misunderstood me. What I'm saying is that you guys have to make the rest of the crew think that the mission isn't going to fail. That we're closer to finding the weapon. Know what I mean?" "I believe so..." "Great! So with no more to say I must leave—""What do you mean leave? The meeting hasn't finished." "I am not a Starfleet officer so when you are called to present something, don't you leave when your done?" "Don't you consider yourself a member of the crew?"
"Captain there are lots of things about me none of you understand, and that is scaring you. I have secrets that would make you flinch when I'm finished telling them. I'm learnt the hard way how some cultures have low tolerances for the unknown." "What do ya mean?" "Trip this isn't the first time I've been defrosted. I've been defrosted about en times. In that time I've been subjected to some excessive forms of punishment for not being able to explain myself properly. Do you know what they did to me? Do you?
Some tried to get me drunk hoping that by loosening my tongue I'd tell them. Some tried physical abuse; did you ever see me without a long sleeve shirt on? No, probably not 'cause of all the scaring on my back and arms. I've been beaten, electrocuted, I've even had people who played around with my entire nervous system. I've been cut, slashed you name it! You know what the worst was though? The worst was being raped! I would be raped day or night at the pleasure of the crew! As I predicted you all flinched, even you T'Pol." Hugh left, leaving again a very stunned group of people.
"I think this qualifies as the information you wanted to know, but now you know it you wish you didn't." Hoshi was the first to say something about what Hugh had told them. "I believe the question we must ask ourselves is what are we going to do with the information we have." T'Pol had known that there was a deal of things disturbing him, she could sense it from him when they would meditate in her quarters." "I think the solution should be obvious! He has to release a great deal of emotions that he has bottled up inside. To be frozen and your brain having nothing better to do—""We get the picture Malcolm." "So how do we help him?"

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After Hugh left the Bridge he made his way to the Mess Hall in silent tears. He wasn't proud of what he had just done, and was probably going to regret it. Once he realized that the Mess Hall was empty, he went for a huge mug of hot chocolate. 'The only thing that could ever comfort me.' Sipping the hot chocolate he looked back to all the beatings and the never ending abuse. 'Some of the species that unfroze me were nice. Others were monsters. The only reason that I'm being treated nice here is because I'm human too. If I was any different they probably wouldn't have unfrozen me, but if I was they would be continuously interrogated.' Hugh just sat there in the far corner... alone.
Hugh continued to sit there for the rest of the day. Never moving or adjusting himself. All through lunch and supper, he didn't even notice happened. He had forgotten about the hot chocolate that had now gone cold. The tears were the only things that changed with him. Tears kept running down his face, but he never took the time to wipe them away. The pain that he had buried was beginning to surface. Slow at first then faster and faster, until Hugh was overwhelmed with emotions and memories; all of which led up to and during his time in space.

*Flashback*

"Hugh the Canadian government wants to send cryogenically frozen people into space. If ever the human population was decimated there would be a group of people to start it back up." "Is it only Canadians going up?" "No, all Commonwealth countries will send up two males and two females. It will look like regular shuttle missions and no one will be the wiser. If there is a war. It will probably end the entire human species. What followed was months of preparation to be cryogenically frozen. The last thing he remembers is seeing his parents wave him good bye. 'Why did I go? What makes me special enough to be saved? 'Cause in the end they didn't do me a favor.'
As Hugh was in space the Third World War was in full blow. Then suddenly his pod came to life and he began to fly out into space, with no one there to save him. 'Weird of all the places I end up, I find humans.' The first time he was woken up, the aliens that woke him up were very demanding to have information. They were the first to begin beating him; looking for answers he didn't have. It even cam to a point where he wanted to die. 'God I hate waking up and thinking I'm gonna be beaten.'
Hugh knew what made him "special" to governmental officials. He knew that it was his "gift" that got him lost in space. The aliens that tried to examine him couldn't find anything wrong with him, nothing to make him "special", so what did they do? They asked all the questions he couldn't answer. He paid the price too.

*End Flashback*

A/N: ok so I'm doing this for myself.... Just like talking to myself...yes talking to myself....