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"Fucking hell!" Malcolm yelled as he was thrown into the front of the turbo- lift and heard a nasty crunching noise from his nose. "Shit." He said turning round and sinking to the floor, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

When he'd recovered and allowed his eyes to adjust to the darkness, he opened the hatch at the bottom of the turbo-lift and climbed down. He only had one deck to climb so he gritted his teeth and started to climb down the ladder.

When he reached the deck where the armoury resided he cursed again. The doors were shut, obviously. Looking around for anything he could use and finding nothing he kicked the ladder angrily. He smiled slightly as he realised he had loosened the rung of the ladder. He kicked it again and it buckled, he wrenched it off. Lodging it in the groove where the door met the wall he pushed the metal bar with all his body weight and cheered triumphantly when the door opened slightly. Throwing the broken ladder rung aside he heaved the door open and began down the corridor to the armoury.

Although his eyes had adjusted the darkness was rather eerie. As was the silence, not only from the lack of people he realised, but the engines were now silent. He smiled as he remembered one of Trip's frequently repeated phrases. "Without those vibrations, something just don't feel right." He made a mental note not to let Trip found out he felt the same way.

He stopped sharply when he heard a noise from further down the hall. Well standing still isn't going to tell you what it was. And so he cautiously edged his way up the corridor, wishing he had a phase pistol, hell even the broken ladder rung would do. As he walked further he noticed the ship was listing slightly.

Standing outside the door to the Armoury he scanned the area again, with his eyes. He reached to the panel to open the door, but his hand stopped in mid-reach. It couldn't be, they were inside a starship. There it was again. Even more cautiously he moved further down the corridor, and stopped dead when his worst fear was confirmed. His entire body tensed as he looked down to see water lapping at his boots.

Breath quickening and becoming increasingly shallow, he stumbled backwards and punched the panel next to the Armoury door. But it didn't open. Obviously. Use your brain Reed, you just spent half an hour prising open one door, of course it won't open.

He desperately looked around to find something, anything to open the door with, when the door opened. Not on it's own he realised, when he saw the handle of the weapons locker in Jennifer's hand, hanging loosely at her side.

He took a step closer to her, looking up sharply she raised a phase pistol to his head. Then realising who it was broke into a smile and pulled him to her in a hug. Without really thinking he hugged her back, holding her tightly to him burying his face in her hair.

She pulled back, but didn't let go, resting her hands on his shoulders, while his sat on her waist. "Not that I'm complaining or anything, but why are you here?" she asked him.

"I came down when I heard they left you behind, just wait until I get my hands on them, leaving you behind like that, you could of . . ." he trailed off and pulled her to him again.

"Malcolm," she said into his shoulder, and then pulled away to face him again "I'm fine, I don't even know what's going on, I assume we crashed? I only woke up when I hit the side of the tube."

"Woke up?" he asked.

"Er, yeh." She pulled away uncomfortably.

"Jen?"

"Well, you know I get claustrophobic, well it wasn't so bad when you were there, but when you went I got all dizzy and-"

"You passed out? Oh my God Jen!" it was then he noticed the cut on her head, from where her unconscious body had obviously smacked into the jeffrey's tube when they'd hit

"It's OK I'm fine!" She said stepping back further. But he stepped after her and pulled back the hair that had stuck to the congealed blood on the wound.

"Jen-" He began.

"Malcolm, we don't have time for this." He briefly considered saying something else but knew there was no use arguing with her. "As you're here you can carry some of this." She indicated to the two containers with straps fitted to them inside the doorway and the two rifles and phase pistol on top. Before he knew what was happening she'd slung a case and rifle over his shoulders and holstered the pistol on his hip. "We've got to get out of here." She said and looked to her left, the direction of the water, Malcolm noticed.

"We can't go that way, it's flooded." He said quickly. She looked at him, eyes full of concern.

"Malcolm, we have to get out as soon as we can, and the nearest hatch to the outside is that way." She indicated with a nod of her head.

"Yeh, but . . .we . . . I . ."

"It's OK Mal, it's not that deep, really, I checked, we're only on the edge of the lake."

"How could you check?"

"Well," she hesitated.

"Yes?"

"The other ship? It's the Endeavour."

"No."

"Yes, I dropped Chris a line, he wasn't in such a good mood, but I told him about the situation, and he ran a few scans, we're just on the edge of a small lake, no deep water." She smiled at the look on his face. "Really, I wouldn't want to go either if it wasn't the truth."

"O, OK." He said. She took a few steps forward, but Malcolm still couldn't move. He watched her take out a torch and shine it down the hall. He wished she hadn't.

The angle at which the ship was resting meant the water had pooled in the corners and the corridors to the side of the ship. Which was exactly the direction they were going. Even worse the further down the corridor he looked the deeper the water got. He shuddered involuntarily. He could feel the cold seeping into him already, and they weren't even in the water yet.

Jumping slightly at the warmth of her touch Malcolm looked down to see Jennifer's hand, yet again, wrapping itself round his. Her warmth seemed to seep through him, and he gave her a slight nod to show her he was ready. Not letting go of his hand, she led them through the water logged ship.
And so another chapter ends, what do you think? Hit the button and tell me!

(A/N. Someone said it would've been better to do the last chapter from Malcom's POV, I thought about it but decided not to crowd it up with Malcolm's thought's, it just seemed better that way, so I won't be changing it.)

Review now please, or Malcolm might just drown . . . mwa ha ha ha ha!