"I never want to do that again."
Malcolm laughed. "It wasn't that bad."
"No no, not bad at all, I just hyperventilated when we got stuck." Malcolm laughed again. "We should have gone over the top." She said sulkily.
"It would have taken twice as long that way." She gave him a death stare and he laughed again.
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"Captain." Archer turned to face T'Pol who had just entered the make shift command area. "Lieutenant Reed and Ensign James are approaching." He nodded in response and followed her outside.
He looked towards his fallen ship and spotted his two officers walking towards them. Ensign James looked rather annoyed, and Malcolm was grinning about something. When he spotted his commanding officer however, he wiped the smile off his face.
"Captain, Sub-Commander." He paused and scowled slightly. "Doctor." Surprised, Archer turned round to see Phlox standing just behind them, smiling jovially at them all.
"Malcolm, Ensign, good to see you."
"You too sir." he said.
"I'll cut to the chase, you said you had an idea to where Trip is?" Archer asked. He watched as Malcolm cast an uneasy glance towards Ensign James, which she returned.
"Yes sir." he said finally "But it's, a long story." He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to continue when Phlox interrupted him.
"I'm sure that it is Lieutenant, but I'm sure it could wait a few minutes while I see to that nose."
Malcolm frowned. "Doctor I really don't think-" But Phlox cut him off again.
"It doesn't look broken, but I'm sure you'd appreciate something to ease the pain, and I'd like to take a look at that head injury too Ensign." He added, wiping the smirk off her face.
"It's nothing Doc, I'm fine."
"I'm afraid I won't take no for an answer." He answered cheerfully.
"Sure Doctor, lead the way." Malcolm relented..
Malcolm sat watching Phlox clean Jen's head wound, every few seconds she winced in pain and tried to shove him away. He'd already been seen to, and the captain had been keen to hear what he had to say, but Malcolm wanted to wait for Jennifer, after all she could tell the captain a lot more than he could.
The captain himself was standing next to Malcolm's bio-bed tapping his foot impatiently. Malcolm was finding it increasingly irritating. It was when he started drumming his fingers on the bio-bed that Malcolm snapped.
"Sir!" he practically shouted.
"Lieutenant please, keep your voice down." The Doctor said. He'd finally finished cleaning and sutering Jennifer's wound.
"I'm sorry am I disturbing your other patients?" he said darkly.
"As a matter of fact you are Malcolm, so don't take out your nasty change of mood on us." Jennifer told him.
"Oh I'm ever so sorry." he said sweetly.
"The hell with you." He heard her mutter.
"Ahem, if you are quite done can we get back to the subject at hand." The captain's patience had clearly run out.
"Right." Jennifer sad, and began rummaging round in the front pocket of her uniform. "Maybe Ensign Sato should join us?" she asked.
"Why?" Malcolm asked her curiously.
"Well I'm sure she wants her memories back too." She said, and pulled out three hypo-sprays.
"Oh, okay, chuck one here then."
He caught it with ease and brought it to his neck, when the Doctor swooped down and wrenched it out of his hand.
"Hey!"
"I'm sorry Lieutenant but we have no idea what is in these." He said sternly.
"You're right, I need to confess, they're filled with poison, I've been meaning to do away with him for a while now and this seemed an easy way to do it." Jennifer said sarcastically. Malcolm laughed.
"Just scan it." He said. "You'll see there's nothing that's going to hurt us." The Doctor raised his scanner and ran it over the hypo.
"Very well." He said and gave it back to Malcolm.
Jennifer got up and walked over to the captain, handing him one too. He eyed it and her suspiciously.
"I'll go first." Malcolm said, and without waiting for an argument pressed to hypo-spray to his neck. It was cold, and he shivered slightly. He blinked rapidly. Not feeling any different he looked to Jennifer who had sat down next to him on the bio-bed. "I don't think it - whoa."
It was one the strangest experiences he'd ever had. A wave of dizziness engulfed him and his head pounded. But as suddenly as it had come it went again. He had expected to be inundated with flashes of memories, but nothing happened.
Thinking it was a waste of time and it hadn't worked, he remembered back to when he, Hoshi, and the Captain had been flying back down to the surface of Serena in the shuttlepodpod. Angrily thinking that he would never regain the memories they'd stolen from him, he was shocked to find that his memories continued. To landing on the surface, searching the club, listening to Jennifer sing, arguing with Jennifer and Trip, the captain and Hoshi finding them, trudging to an unknown cave, Jennifer and Trip revealing what they were up to, trading with those aliens, waking up in sick-bay.
It worked! He smiled to himself then at Jennifer. "You should sing more often." He said to her. She smiled.
"It worked then?" she asked him, he nodded.
"Your turn sir." He said to the Captain. "You might want to sit down though."
Malcolm watched as the captain went through the same thing he had moments before, wondering what he'd make of the new information.
He watched as the Captain's face fell. He looked up straight into Malcolm's eyes. Malcolm shifted his eyes away, feeling decisively guilty under his gaze.
Malcolm turned to face the door when he heard someone enter. His eyes met with those of Crewman Smith. He gave her one of his more intimidating stares before shifting backwards slightly so the young Crewman could see the stitches on Jennifer's head.
"Captain." She said nervously. "A small vessel is approaching."
"A what?"
"A small vessel." Malcolm said. He noticed the corners of Jennifer's mouth twitch out of the corner of his eye.
"Thank you Malcolm." Archer said coldly. Getting up from the chair he'd sat in, he followed Crewman Smith outside. Malcolm got up to follow and heard Jennifer jump off the bed and trudge along slowly behind him.
When they got outside he recognised the ship, which had now landed a few metres away, straight away. As they approached the hatch opened and a man stepped out. Blonde haired, quite tall, medium build, wearing a black uniform with red trim he smiled jovially when he saw those waiting for him.
Sub-Commander T'Pol, who was standing next to the captain who seemed stunned into silence, was the first to speak. "Commander Tucker?"
"Actually T'Pol, it's Captain Tucker, of the Resistance ship the Endeavor."
There you go, there's some Trip for you!
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