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really seeing as I'd hit writers block!!~*~
Denny sat down with her food feeling uncomfortable as everybody's eyes seem to rest on her. Malcolm gave her a reassuring smile.
"Ok?" he asked softly.
She nodded and gave him a brief smile before returning her gaze to her tray.
~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~
Denny walked towards the biobed.
"Captain, you've got a visitor," said Doctor Rimmer smiling.
"Hey Denny," said Malcolm quietly.
"Dad do you purposely go out to get yourself killed or is it just a hobby?" Denny asked trying to lighten the mood slightly.
"Ok?" he asked softly.
She nodded and gave him a brief smile.
"Ok?" she asked.
"Can't complain," Malcolm replied smiling.
"We thought we lost you," she said her face falling.
"Don't be silly, I have no plans of kicking the bucket anytime soon," said Malcolm trying to smile.
"You nearly died," she pointed out.
"Don't exaggerate, I didn't nearly die!" Malcolm lied. "Just got a bit tatty round the edges."
~~~~~~~~~~Normal~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"A bit tatty round the edges," she murmured.
"What?" asked Malcolm looking up.
"Doesn't matter," she replied quickly.
Malcolm watched her closely, she reminded him of someone and it was on the very tip of his tongue but he couldn't quite place it. He thought about asking her but decided against it.
"What will happen to me?" she asked finally.
Malcolm stared at her.
"You're my daughter, you're my responsibility," he replied.
"You make it sound like I'm someone you have to guard," she said sounding ever so slightly offended.
"You know I don't mean it like that," he told her, frowning.
"Don't you? Me being here changes the timeline doesn't it?" she demanded.
Malcolm shrugged.
"Well, if I stay here, you might never get it together with mum and have me in which case I'll cease to exist-won't I?" she asked.
Malcolm was at a loss for words.
"And even if you do get together with mum and have me, where will the me now fit in? I won't, it'll be too awkward," she ended.
"We'll just cross that bridge when we come to it," said Malcolm, looking at Trip with a definite 'help me!' expression.
"I'll just end up doing a bloody Back to the Future thing and disappear or have to live alongside myself-which will be feckin' weird! Bit of a bugger don't ya think?!" she exclaimed.
((a/n If you haven't seen Back to the Future you don't watch enough films!!!!!!))
"Language," Malcolm reprimanded her, automatically.
"I learnt from the best," she replied scowling.
Trip let out a short bark of laughter which he quickly hid when both Reeds turned to look at him identical expressions on their faces.
"You know what, I'm not hungry," said Denny.
"You've barely touched your food," Trip said, staring at her tray.
"Well, travelling back 17 years through time kinda makes ya lose your appetite don't ya think?" she asked sarcasm evident in her voice.
"She's definitely your daughter," Trip whispered. "Cutting to the last,"
~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~
"Remind me again daughter of mine why you saw fit to punch him?" her mother demanded arms folded.
"He started it," Denny replied mutinously.
"Oh you had to break his nose in three places then?" she asked, shooting murderous glances at Malcolm, who was trying to look innocent. "I knew it was a bad idea you teaching her self defence."
"He started it!" Denny exclaimed. "He was trying to feel me up!"
"What?!" Malcolm exploded.
"Malcolm, calm down," said his wife, grabbing his arm. "It doesn't excuse what you did young lady!"
"If he'd gotten any further I'd have done more than broken his nose," said Denny furiously.
"She is definitely your daughter!" her mother exclaimed throwing her hands up. "You talk to her!"
~*~Please review, kinda confusing I know but hey-makes life fun!~*~
Denny sat down with her food feeling uncomfortable as everybody's eyes seem to rest on her. Malcolm gave her a reassuring smile.
"Ok?" he asked softly.
She nodded and gave him a brief smile before returning her gaze to her tray.
~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~
Denny walked towards the biobed.
"Captain, you've got a visitor," said Doctor Rimmer smiling.
"Hey Denny," said Malcolm quietly.
"Dad do you purposely go out to get yourself killed or is it just a hobby?" Denny asked trying to lighten the mood slightly.
"Ok?" he asked softly.
She nodded and gave him a brief smile.
"Ok?" she asked.
"Can't complain," Malcolm replied smiling.
"We thought we lost you," she said her face falling.
"Don't be silly, I have no plans of kicking the bucket anytime soon," said Malcolm trying to smile.
"You nearly died," she pointed out.
"Don't exaggerate, I didn't nearly die!" Malcolm lied. "Just got a bit tatty round the edges."
~~~~~~~~~~Normal~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"A bit tatty round the edges," she murmured.
"What?" asked Malcolm looking up.
"Doesn't matter," she replied quickly.
Malcolm watched her closely, she reminded him of someone and it was on the very tip of his tongue but he couldn't quite place it. He thought about asking her but decided against it.
"What will happen to me?" she asked finally.
Malcolm stared at her.
"You're my daughter, you're my responsibility," he replied.
"You make it sound like I'm someone you have to guard," she said sounding ever so slightly offended.
"You know I don't mean it like that," he told her, frowning.
"Don't you? Me being here changes the timeline doesn't it?" she demanded.
Malcolm shrugged.
"Well, if I stay here, you might never get it together with mum and have me in which case I'll cease to exist-won't I?" she asked.
Malcolm was at a loss for words.
"And even if you do get together with mum and have me, where will the me now fit in? I won't, it'll be too awkward," she ended.
"We'll just cross that bridge when we come to it," said Malcolm, looking at Trip with a definite 'help me!' expression.
"I'll just end up doing a bloody Back to the Future thing and disappear or have to live alongside myself-which will be feckin' weird! Bit of a bugger don't ya think?!" she exclaimed.
((a/n If you haven't seen Back to the Future you don't watch enough films!!!!!!))
"Language," Malcolm reprimanded her, automatically.
"I learnt from the best," she replied scowling.
Trip let out a short bark of laughter which he quickly hid when both Reeds turned to look at him identical expressions on their faces.
"You know what, I'm not hungry," said Denny.
"You've barely touched your food," Trip said, staring at her tray.
"Well, travelling back 17 years through time kinda makes ya lose your appetite don't ya think?" she asked sarcasm evident in her voice.
"She's definitely your daughter," Trip whispered. "Cutting to the last,"
~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~
"Remind me again daughter of mine why you saw fit to punch him?" her mother demanded arms folded.
"He started it," Denny replied mutinously.
"Oh you had to break his nose in three places then?" she asked, shooting murderous glances at Malcolm, who was trying to look innocent. "I knew it was a bad idea you teaching her self defence."
"He started it!" Denny exclaimed. "He was trying to feel me up!"
"What?!" Malcolm exploded.
"Malcolm, calm down," said his wife, grabbing his arm. "It doesn't excuse what you did young lady!"
"If he'd gotten any further I'd have done more than broken his nose," said Denny furiously.
"She is definitely your daughter!" her mother exclaimed throwing her hands up. "You talk to her!"
~*~Please review, kinda confusing I know but hey-makes life fun!~*~