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Jac'tir jabbed the small emerald box furiously.
"What's wrong?" asked Fayla anxiously.
"It's not working," he said, "The older one's memories will not be restrained."
"Has the smaller one had its memories restrained?" Fayla asked.
Jac'tir nodded.
"Will it harm the older one with the device malfunctioning?" Fayla asked worriedly, "Will we need to terminate that experiment?"
Jac'tir shook his head.
"Both experiments will go ahead," he announced. "You shouldn't give up so easily."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sickbay ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Malcolm hugged his knees to his chest and watched as they roused the other boy.
"Go away, sleepin'," Trip mumbled.
"Do you know where you are?" asked Archer hopefully.
"I'm on Enterprise," said Trip blearily sitting up, "Why what's wrong?"
"Malcolm's condition has deteriorated," Phlox informed him. "He's lost all memory of the past twenty-two years; he thinks he's four years old."
Trip sat up straight and looked at Malcolm.
"Trip, help him. He's probably scared," Archer implored. "Little kids are less intimidating to little kids."
Trip nodded.
"I'm hungry," he announced. "Are ya hungry Malcolm?"
Malcolm looked at him and nodded his head slightly.
"I don't know if that's wise, last time you ate most of it was spread throughout my sickbay," said Phlox smiling.
"That wasn't my fault!" Trip protested, trying-and failing-to look innocent.
Malcolm became bored with the conversation and looked away. He felt disorientated, one minute he finishing his first day of school the next he's waking up in a strange room full of strange people.
"I'm Trip," said a voice pulling him out of his thoughts. "What's ya name?"
"I'm Malcolm," he said quietly.
Trip nodded.
"Ya ok?" he asked smiling.
Malcolm nodded.
"Where are we?" he whispered.
"What's the last thing ya remember?" Trip asked, neatly dodging the question.
"I was coming out of school," Malcolm told him.
"Wait, you were at school?" Trip asked looking incredulous.
((A/N Before anybody complains, I was four when I started school and so was everyone else I know!))
Malcolm fell silent again.
Sickbay doors opened, Hoshi came in.
"Who's that?" Malcolm asked. "She's pretty."
"That's Ensign Hoshi Sato," Trip told him.
Trip didn't know what to think really, the horrible realisation that he may end up like Malcolm wasn't appealing. It was odd seeing his friend....so young and so.......helpless in a way. Still, on the funny side-if they ever returned to their normal state he could tease him about it.
"Can I help you Ensign?" Phlox's cheery tones rang out.
"I was looking for the Captain," said Hoshi, casting an eye over the two boys on the biobed.
"He left for the Mess Hall a moment ago," Phlox informed her.
Malcolm slid down off the biobed, Trip followed him.
"What're ya doing?" he hissed.
"I need the loo!" Malcolm snapped.
"Oh, over there," said Trip pointing.
Malcolm toddled off.
Trip climbed back up onto the biobed, he was bored-very bored.
He was just drifting off to sleep again when Phlox asked:
"Where's Malcolm?"
"He went to the toilet," Trip mumbled.
"He's not in the toilet," said Phlox, worriedly.
"He's gone?" Trip asked, fully awake again.
~*~Had a vision of mini Malcolm running loose around the ship, maybe I should make Trip a full kid-what d'ya reckon? It's still possible something might happen.~*~
Jac'tir jabbed the small emerald box furiously.
"What's wrong?" asked Fayla anxiously.
"It's not working," he said, "The older one's memories will not be restrained."
"Has the smaller one had its memories restrained?" Fayla asked.
Jac'tir nodded.
"Will it harm the older one with the device malfunctioning?" Fayla asked worriedly, "Will we need to terminate that experiment?"
Jac'tir shook his head.
"Both experiments will go ahead," he announced. "You shouldn't give up so easily."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sickbay ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Malcolm hugged his knees to his chest and watched as they roused the other boy.
"Go away, sleepin'," Trip mumbled.
"Do you know where you are?" asked Archer hopefully.
"I'm on Enterprise," said Trip blearily sitting up, "Why what's wrong?"
"Malcolm's condition has deteriorated," Phlox informed him. "He's lost all memory of the past twenty-two years; he thinks he's four years old."
Trip sat up straight and looked at Malcolm.
"Trip, help him. He's probably scared," Archer implored. "Little kids are less intimidating to little kids."
Trip nodded.
"I'm hungry," he announced. "Are ya hungry Malcolm?"
Malcolm looked at him and nodded his head slightly.
"I don't know if that's wise, last time you ate most of it was spread throughout my sickbay," said Phlox smiling.
"That wasn't my fault!" Trip protested, trying-and failing-to look innocent.
Malcolm became bored with the conversation and looked away. He felt disorientated, one minute he finishing his first day of school the next he's waking up in a strange room full of strange people.
"I'm Trip," said a voice pulling him out of his thoughts. "What's ya name?"
"I'm Malcolm," he said quietly.
Trip nodded.
"Ya ok?" he asked smiling.
Malcolm nodded.
"Where are we?" he whispered.
"What's the last thing ya remember?" Trip asked, neatly dodging the question.
"I was coming out of school," Malcolm told him.
"Wait, you were at school?" Trip asked looking incredulous.
((A/N Before anybody complains, I was four when I started school and so was everyone else I know!))
Malcolm fell silent again.
Sickbay doors opened, Hoshi came in.
"Who's that?" Malcolm asked. "She's pretty."
"That's Ensign Hoshi Sato," Trip told him.
Trip didn't know what to think really, the horrible realisation that he may end up like Malcolm wasn't appealing. It was odd seeing his friend....so young and so.......helpless in a way. Still, on the funny side-if they ever returned to their normal state he could tease him about it.
"Can I help you Ensign?" Phlox's cheery tones rang out.
"I was looking for the Captain," said Hoshi, casting an eye over the two boys on the biobed.
"He left for the Mess Hall a moment ago," Phlox informed her.
Malcolm slid down off the biobed, Trip followed him.
"What're ya doing?" he hissed.
"I need the loo!" Malcolm snapped.
"Oh, over there," said Trip pointing.
Malcolm toddled off.
Trip climbed back up onto the biobed, he was bored-very bored.
He was just drifting off to sleep again when Phlox asked:
"Where's Malcolm?"
"He went to the toilet," Trip mumbled.
"He's not in the toilet," said Phlox, worriedly.
"He's gone?" Trip asked, fully awake again.
~*~Had a vision of mini Malcolm running loose around the ship, maybe I should make Trip a full kid-what d'ya reckon? It's still possible something might happen.~*~