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"So?" Denny asked impatiently. "Have I screwed up the world as we know it?"
"Well, you definitely changed it," Daniels replied peering at his screen. "Oh that won't go down well...................that works.......................that'll help......................interesting........."
"What?!" Malcolm exclaimed trying to see the screen. "What is it?"
Daniels ignored him and continued reading the information on the screen.
"Well isn't this just fantastic?" Denny snapped. "Here's a novel idea for ya-tell us what has changed!"
"Can't do that," Daniels replied simply. "But I can at least do something that will help you once you get back because yes the attack on the Intrepid did happen and yes another ship is currently searching for survivors especially you two."
The expression on Malcolm's face was unreadable as he watched Daniels closely, waiting for what he would do next. Denny subconsciously changed her stance as her father stiffened slightly.
"You ready to go back home?" Daniels asked opening a small box.
"Yes."
What Daniels did next was too fast for them to react. Too late Malcolm realise what had happened once a dart had whizzed past him straight into Denny's arm, she shot him a confused look before collapsing to the ground. Seconds later he joined her.
00000000000000 The future 0000000000000
Malcolm awoke but found he was unable to fully open his eyes. He wondered momentarily why his head felt like somebody had landed a starship on it; his mind was spinning, random thoughts and images coming to mind causing him to feel extremely disorientated.
"Captain Reed? Can you hear me?" a faraway voice asked.
He made some incoherent sound then strained his ears to try and hear what was going on around him.
"No offence Doc, but I think he needs someone familiar ta talk to him."
"Be my guest Captain."
"Mal, it's me-open ya eyes buddy," the voice commanded gently.
He realise he knew that voice but he couldn't remember where-thinking was so hard. He tried once more to open his eyes, finally managing to lift the heavy lids only to see a pair of blue eyes staring down at him.
He tried to say something but no sound came out.
"Don't worry Mal, ya got hit pretty bad, it took a while ta find ya. But the Doc says you'll be ok."
Malcolm strained his memory but only one image came out.
"Denny?" he rasped weakly.
"She ain't woken up yet but she's fine-Hoshi's with the boys."
His words didn't quite register and he was suddenly overcome with great tiredness. He nodded slightly to know he'd been listening before closing his eyes again.
0000000 His Dream ((a/n more of a series of flashbacks as he's sleeping kinda thing)) 00000000
Malcolm opened his eyes to find himself stood on the Bridge of the Intrepid, as he looked round he could see the devastation of the attack but he could also see himself stood in the centre of the bridge. The turbo lift doors opened and his daughter ran out.
"Dad!" Adrienne yelled,
"Denny! Get the hell off this ship now!" Malcolm ordered, horror struck. "Go! Get out of here!"
"Not without you!" Denny cried.
Malcolm made his decision in that split second; he turned to the remaining officers on the bridge.
"Everybody leave now!" He ordered.
Malcolm found himself dragged along with the memory.
'This isn't what happened,' he thought.
Everyone raced down from the bridge and through the decks to the nearest escape pod.
"Hurry! Keep moving! We haven't got much time!" He urged from the rear, pushing forward the stumbling officer ahead of him.
The scene faded out to be replaced by a new one, one further back. It was at Christmas, just a few months before the attack on the Intrepid. Malcolm found himself in his bedroom watching as his two sons ran in. He watched himself get rudely awoken by them.
'My boys died during an attack,' he thought staring at them. 'Could this be what Denny changed? But how?'
"Daddy! Wake up!" his son yelled bouncing up and down on the bed.
"Yeah mummy!" his brother chimed in. "PRESENTS!!!"
"Boys, its 5:30 in the morning," Malcolm groaned, blearily peering at his alarm clock.
"Go back to bed," Hoshi murmured, rolling over. "Too early......"
"Aww! It's not too early!" they protested in unison.
"We can't go see what Santa's brought you till your sister's awake," Malcolm told them yawning.
The boys immediately leapt off the bed yelling:
"DENNY!!!!! WAKE UP!!!!"
"Jonas! Jonathan! Leave your sister alone!" Malcolm called just before they left the room.
The room faded once more this time another memory surfaced, a much older one, he was in sickbay. His sons lying on separate biobeds, Denny and Hoshi at their sides, the Doctor in the middle of a communication with other medical staff milling round.
'This I remember,' Malcolm thought grimly. 'This is when they told us their injuries were too severe. To say our goodbyes.'
"This is my fault," he said, pacing up and down.
"Dad, you couldn't have known what would happen," Denny tried.
"I'm their father I should be able to protect them!" Malcolm exclaimed furiously.
"Malcolm sit down!" Hoshi snapped, tears threatening to fall. "You are not helping our sons!"
"Captain Reed?"
Malcolm turned and came face to face with the ship's Doctor.
"Enterprise has made contact-their doctor has a new procedure, it could save your sons," he told him.
'Enterprise?' He thought wildly 'No, Trip died, the Enterprise was destroyed, how is this all possible?'
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When he awoke, he instinctively rolled over and saw his daughter on the biobed next to him. She looked slightly worse for wear but seemed to be fine. He on the other hand was deeply confused. The dream had left his head buzzing.
The place was buzzing with quiet activity; the attack on the intrepid had left them with many casualties. He could see Trip discussing something with the Doctors-he could hardly believe that he was still alive. Thinking about the consequences of time-travel made his head spin and eventually he gave up.
Sickbay doors opened and Hoshi walked in with Jonas and Jonathan, she nodded to Trip before walking over to where her husband and daughter lay.
"You're awake," she said relieved. She leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss. "You've been out for two days, Trip called to say you'd woken up."
She paused a moment, taking a deep breath obviously trying to control her emotions.
"There's someone to see you," she said finally, tenderly stroking his hair. "They've been pestering me to visit you ever since they found the escape pod."
Malcolm smiled again.
"Boys, go gentle," Hoshi warned her sons.
"Hey Daddy," Jonas whispered.
"Hey boys," he rasped, finally finding his voice. "You ok?"
They both nodded.
"Are you 'n' Denny coming home soon?" Jonathan asked quietly. "You've been asleep ages."
"Mummy got cross when they couldn't find you," Jonas told him.
"She called Uncle Trip..........." Jonathan began hesitantly.
"And some of the officers........"Jonas continued.
"Stupid.............bastards," they said in unison, their voices barely even a whisper. "She was really mad."
"Even madder than when we broke the 'sequencer thingy," said Jonas in awe.
"I think you've tired daddy out enough now," said Hoshi from behind them.
Jonas and Jonathan both leant over and gave Malcolm a hug.
"Bye daddy!"
The boys disappeared from view.
"Dad?" Denny rasped coming to. Her head was spinning, she remembered things differently to what she had done before and was more than a little confused. "Did we make it back?"
"Yeah," Malcolm replied, watching as she fell asleep again.
Hoshi gave him a questioning look.
"Long story," he told her quietly.
00000 Please review-still need thoughts, not completely happy with this chapter. 0000000
"So?" Denny asked impatiently. "Have I screwed up the world as we know it?"
"Well, you definitely changed it," Daniels replied peering at his screen. "Oh that won't go down well...................that works.......................that'll help......................interesting........."
"What?!" Malcolm exclaimed trying to see the screen. "What is it?"
Daniels ignored him and continued reading the information on the screen.
"Well isn't this just fantastic?" Denny snapped. "Here's a novel idea for ya-tell us what has changed!"
"Can't do that," Daniels replied simply. "But I can at least do something that will help you once you get back because yes the attack on the Intrepid did happen and yes another ship is currently searching for survivors especially you two."
The expression on Malcolm's face was unreadable as he watched Daniels closely, waiting for what he would do next. Denny subconsciously changed her stance as her father stiffened slightly.
"You ready to go back home?" Daniels asked opening a small box.
"Yes."
What Daniels did next was too fast for them to react. Too late Malcolm realise what had happened once a dart had whizzed past him straight into Denny's arm, she shot him a confused look before collapsing to the ground. Seconds later he joined her.
00000000000000 The future 0000000000000
Malcolm awoke but found he was unable to fully open his eyes. He wondered momentarily why his head felt like somebody had landed a starship on it; his mind was spinning, random thoughts and images coming to mind causing him to feel extremely disorientated.
"Captain Reed? Can you hear me?" a faraway voice asked.
He made some incoherent sound then strained his ears to try and hear what was going on around him.
"No offence Doc, but I think he needs someone familiar ta talk to him."
"Be my guest Captain."
"Mal, it's me-open ya eyes buddy," the voice commanded gently.
He realise he knew that voice but he couldn't remember where-thinking was so hard. He tried once more to open his eyes, finally managing to lift the heavy lids only to see a pair of blue eyes staring down at him.
He tried to say something but no sound came out.
"Don't worry Mal, ya got hit pretty bad, it took a while ta find ya. But the Doc says you'll be ok."
Malcolm strained his memory but only one image came out.
"Denny?" he rasped weakly.
"She ain't woken up yet but she's fine-Hoshi's with the boys."
His words didn't quite register and he was suddenly overcome with great tiredness. He nodded slightly to know he'd been listening before closing his eyes again.
0000000 His Dream ((a/n more of a series of flashbacks as he's sleeping kinda thing)) 00000000
Malcolm opened his eyes to find himself stood on the Bridge of the Intrepid, as he looked round he could see the devastation of the attack but he could also see himself stood in the centre of the bridge. The turbo lift doors opened and his daughter ran out.
"Dad!" Adrienne yelled,
"Denny! Get the hell off this ship now!" Malcolm ordered, horror struck. "Go! Get out of here!"
"Not without you!" Denny cried.
Malcolm made his decision in that split second; he turned to the remaining officers on the bridge.
"Everybody leave now!" He ordered.
Malcolm found himself dragged along with the memory.
'This isn't what happened,' he thought.
Everyone raced down from the bridge and through the decks to the nearest escape pod.
"Hurry! Keep moving! We haven't got much time!" He urged from the rear, pushing forward the stumbling officer ahead of him.
The scene faded out to be replaced by a new one, one further back. It was at Christmas, just a few months before the attack on the Intrepid. Malcolm found himself in his bedroom watching as his two sons ran in. He watched himself get rudely awoken by them.
'My boys died during an attack,' he thought staring at them. 'Could this be what Denny changed? But how?'
"Daddy! Wake up!" his son yelled bouncing up and down on the bed.
"Yeah mummy!" his brother chimed in. "PRESENTS!!!"
"Boys, its 5:30 in the morning," Malcolm groaned, blearily peering at his alarm clock.
"Go back to bed," Hoshi murmured, rolling over. "Too early......"
"Aww! It's not too early!" they protested in unison.
"We can't go see what Santa's brought you till your sister's awake," Malcolm told them yawning.
The boys immediately leapt off the bed yelling:
"DENNY!!!!! WAKE UP!!!!"
"Jonas! Jonathan! Leave your sister alone!" Malcolm called just before they left the room.
The room faded once more this time another memory surfaced, a much older one, he was in sickbay. His sons lying on separate biobeds, Denny and Hoshi at their sides, the Doctor in the middle of a communication with other medical staff milling round.
'This I remember,' Malcolm thought grimly. 'This is when they told us their injuries were too severe. To say our goodbyes.'
"This is my fault," he said, pacing up and down.
"Dad, you couldn't have known what would happen," Denny tried.
"I'm their father I should be able to protect them!" Malcolm exclaimed furiously.
"Malcolm sit down!" Hoshi snapped, tears threatening to fall. "You are not helping our sons!"
"Captain Reed?"
Malcolm turned and came face to face with the ship's Doctor.
"Enterprise has made contact-their doctor has a new procedure, it could save your sons," he told him.
'Enterprise?' He thought wildly 'No, Trip died, the Enterprise was destroyed, how is this all possible?'
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When he awoke, he instinctively rolled over and saw his daughter on the biobed next to him. She looked slightly worse for wear but seemed to be fine. He on the other hand was deeply confused. The dream had left his head buzzing.
The place was buzzing with quiet activity; the attack on the intrepid had left them with many casualties. He could see Trip discussing something with the Doctors-he could hardly believe that he was still alive. Thinking about the consequences of time-travel made his head spin and eventually he gave up.
Sickbay doors opened and Hoshi walked in with Jonas and Jonathan, she nodded to Trip before walking over to where her husband and daughter lay.
"You're awake," she said relieved. She leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss. "You've been out for two days, Trip called to say you'd woken up."
She paused a moment, taking a deep breath obviously trying to control her emotions.
"There's someone to see you," she said finally, tenderly stroking his hair. "They've been pestering me to visit you ever since they found the escape pod."
Malcolm smiled again.
"Boys, go gentle," Hoshi warned her sons.
"Hey Daddy," Jonas whispered.
"Hey boys," he rasped, finally finding his voice. "You ok?"
They both nodded.
"Are you 'n' Denny coming home soon?" Jonathan asked quietly. "You've been asleep ages."
"Mummy got cross when they couldn't find you," Jonas told him.
"She called Uncle Trip..........." Jonathan began hesitantly.
"And some of the officers........"Jonas continued.
"Stupid.............bastards," they said in unison, their voices barely even a whisper. "She was really mad."
"Even madder than when we broke the 'sequencer thingy," said Jonas in awe.
"I think you've tired daddy out enough now," said Hoshi from behind them.
Jonas and Jonathan both leant over and gave Malcolm a hug.
"Bye daddy!"
The boys disappeared from view.
"Dad?" Denny rasped coming to. Her head was spinning, she remembered things differently to what she had done before and was more than a little confused. "Did we make it back?"
"Yeah," Malcolm replied, watching as she fell asleep again.
Hoshi gave him a questioning look.
"Long story," he told her quietly.
00000 Please review-still need thoughts, not completely happy with this chapter. 0000000