"You could have packed some water!" Malcolm moaned.

"Well I was kind of in a rush at the time, first priority was the weapons." Jennifer snapped back. We've been here half an hour, and he hasn't quit moaning!

"A lot of good that's gonna be when we die of dehydration." He grumbled.

"Oh shut up." She said and flopped down next to him.

Malcolm leaned back and rested his head on the tree he was sitting against. "Even a scanner would help, to see if that water is fit to drink." He said pointing at the lake.

"It's fine, as I've told you ten times already. I swallowed a mouthful when I went under earlier, and I'm perfectly fine!"

"Debatable." He smirked. "Ow!" Now it was her turn to smirk. I suppose I deserved that.

"Malcolm."

"What"?

"Your communicator." So he unzipped his pocket (soaking wet by now) and pulled out his communicator, sure enough it was beeping, very quietly though.

"How the hell did you hear that?" He asked her, she shrugged. Opening it he said "Reed, Captain is that you?"

"Malcolm?" His voice sounded distant and the signal was intermittent at best. Malcolm shook it and found the source of the problem when water flew out of it.

"Sorry sir, is that better?" he asked after giving it a thorough shake.

"A little." He replied, sounded slightly clearer. "Where have you been Malcolm? I've been trying to contact you for hours."

"Sorry sir, I didn't hear it, with all the water and all."

"Water?"

"Yes sir, E deck is flooded, didn't you know?"

"And you . . . ?"

"Swam through it, yes sir." He said, unable to keep the smile from his face, even if it was somewhat shaky.

"On your own?"

"No sir, I wouldn't have been able to do it without a little help. Ensign James is with me." He clarified.

"Wow Malcolm, I mean well done . . . but wait, is Trip with you?"

"No sir." Malcolm said casting a worried glance at Jennifer.

"Oh, it's just, well, we can't find him, everyone else is accounted for."

"Hang on a second sir would you?"

"Sure."

Malcolm shut the communicator. "Could the Endeavour have anything to do with this?"

"I suppose . . . "she thought "they could have transported him out."

"Why wouldn't they do the same for you?"

"I don't have my comm. unit with me, they might not've been able to get a lock."

"But surely they've lost power like Enterprise?" he asked.

"Maybe they found a way of getting power back online."

"Sounds like we could use some help from them then."

"Malcolm, you know they wouldn't -"

"But Trip would, and if he's there, then they have to follow his orders don't they?" he argued.

"I suppo -"

Malcom flipped open his communicator. "Sir."

"Yeah Malcolm."

"We have theory as to the location of Commander Tucker."

"You do?" Archer asked curiously.

"Yes sir, but it would be better to explain face to face. Where are you?"

"On the shore of the lake, port side."

"Ah, we're starboard." He paused to think. "No problem, we'll just climb under her." He said glancing at the fallen starship. "There's enough room isn't there?" he looked at Jennifer.

"Erm, yeh I s'pose, not much though, it looks pretty tight."

"We're on our way sir, I'll check in, in half an hour if we aren't already there."

"OK Malcolm, be careful."

"Yes sir. Reed out." He snapped the communicator shut. "OK Jen, lets get moving."

Sorry no Trip just yet, although they did mention him, and theorise about his whereabouts.

Anyway, thanks for you're reviews.

(btw 'Aldaron's Nahar' I realised that after I posted it that that wasn't proper english, I wrote it very early in the morning and didn't bother to proof read, i've corrected it now, and the other mistakes which you seemed to have missed [falls onto the floor in shock] so hopefully you're happy now)

Reviews please! for more, and next time it'll be longer, but the length is determind by the number of reviews, so get to it!