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Hoshi heard a clunk coming from inside the armoury as she passed the doors. Curious she poked her head through the door, there was a crewman doing something on a console in the corner, all seemed peaceful. A flash of blue caught her eye however. She peered into the corner and saw someone curled up in a ball fast asleep.
"Can I help you?" the crewman asked turning round.
"How long has he been in here?" Hoshi asked.
"Who?" asked the crewman looking confused. "I'm in here on my own."
To prove her point Hoshi walked to the corner and gently picked the sleeping boy up in her arms. He stirred and snuggled into her shoulder.
"How did he get in here?" the crewman asked amazed. "I didn't hear anyone come in!"
"It's ok, I'll take him back," Hoshi assured him, seeing how embarrassed the crewman looked.
The crewman nodded and watched them leave.
Hoshi looked down at Malcolm's sleeping form.
"Aww, he looks so cute," she breathed walking into the turbo-lift. "Phlox must be out of his mind letting him wander off like that."
She shifted his weight in her arms slightly; Malcolm stirred again and brought his arm up round her neck resting partly on his arm, partly on her shoulder. Hoshi smiled.
She carried him into sickbay and almost bumped into Phlox.
"Where did you find him?" asked Phlox looking relieved.
"In the armoury, I only saw him because I heard a noise come from inside. Otherwise I wouldn't have noticed him." Hoshi replied, handing Malcolm over to Phlox.
"Trust him to find the armoury," Phlox muttered darkly.
Hoshi grinned.
"He looks kinda cute when he's asleep," she said absentmindedly. "Heavy though, it like the moment he falls asleep he goes limp."
"Thanks for bringing him back Hoshi," said Phlox warmly, laying Malcolm down on the biobed.
Malcolm immediately curled back up into a ball again and sighed in his sleep.
"Are they ok?" asked Hoshi, catching sight of Trip asleep as well.
"They're healthy for human children, but from the point of view that they were adults this morning it's not so good, I'll need to run more tests." Phlox told her. "Thank you again for bringing him back."
Hoshi nodded, taking this as her cue to leave.
Phlox savoured the silence for a moment then went back to his data.
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"Ha! It's working!" Jac'tir announced triumphantly.
"What is?" Fayla asked yawning. "C'mon we should rest now, there's nothing we can do while the children are asleep."
"I managed to repress the older subjects........."Jac'tir began.
"Child's," Fayla corrected.
"What?" Jac'tir asked, looking slightly bemused.
"They're children not subjects," she informed him.
Jac'tir rolled his eyes.
"Fine. I managed to repress the older child's memory."
"Good,"
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"Who're ya?" a voice asked breaking Malcolm's peaceful slumber.
Malcolm jerked awake only to find himself staring into a pair of bright blue eyes.
"Malcolm," he replied politely.
"I'm Charlie," the boy announced.
Malcolm sat up and watched him.
"We met yesterday," Malcolm told him.
"I don't remember seeing ya, where are we anyway?" Trip asked frowning.
"I dunno, there's a few grown-ups wanderin' 'bout." Malcolm replied shrugging, he rubbed his eyes and yawned.
"You talk funny," Trip announced.
"Do not!" Malcolm protested, fighting back another yawn.
"You do, kinda posh," said Trip.
"I don't speak posh!" Malcolm cried indignantly. "Jus' 'cause you can't talk proper doesn't mean you can have a go at me!"
"There ain't nothin' wrong with the way I talk!" Trip exclaimed.
"What's going on here?" Phlox asked, his eyes widening.
"He says I talk funny!" a sleepy looking Malcolm told him.
"Ya do!"
"No I don't!"
"Stop fighting!" Phlox exclaimed.
They both scowled.
"You shouldn't pick on him he's only little," Phlox told Trip sternly, suddenly realising what had happened to Malcolm had now happened to Trip.
"I'm not little!"
"Ya are!"
"I'm four years old!"
"Well I'm six!"
Trip stuck his tongue out.
"Stop fighting!" Phlox ordered.
Malcolm yawned again and gave Trip a dirty look.
"Why don't you go back to sleep Malcolm?" Phlox suggested.
"'m not sleepy," Malcolm mumbled.
Phlox gently pushed him back down into a laying position. Malcolm automatically curled up into a ball and closed his eyes.
"Don't you dare wake him up!" Phlox warned Trip whose eyes were twinkling mischievously. "Now lie down and go back to sleep!"
Trip obeyed and soon sickbay was quiet once more.
~*~Please review! It's always helpful! Next chapter I'm thinking tantrums and danger and creepy aliens-sound good?~*~
Hoshi heard a clunk coming from inside the armoury as she passed the doors. Curious she poked her head through the door, there was a crewman doing something on a console in the corner, all seemed peaceful. A flash of blue caught her eye however. She peered into the corner and saw someone curled up in a ball fast asleep.
"Can I help you?" the crewman asked turning round.
"How long has he been in here?" Hoshi asked.
"Who?" asked the crewman looking confused. "I'm in here on my own."
To prove her point Hoshi walked to the corner and gently picked the sleeping boy up in her arms. He stirred and snuggled into her shoulder.
"How did he get in here?" the crewman asked amazed. "I didn't hear anyone come in!"
"It's ok, I'll take him back," Hoshi assured him, seeing how embarrassed the crewman looked.
The crewman nodded and watched them leave.
Hoshi looked down at Malcolm's sleeping form.
"Aww, he looks so cute," she breathed walking into the turbo-lift. "Phlox must be out of his mind letting him wander off like that."
She shifted his weight in her arms slightly; Malcolm stirred again and brought his arm up round her neck resting partly on his arm, partly on her shoulder. Hoshi smiled.
She carried him into sickbay and almost bumped into Phlox.
"Where did you find him?" asked Phlox looking relieved.
"In the armoury, I only saw him because I heard a noise come from inside. Otherwise I wouldn't have noticed him." Hoshi replied, handing Malcolm over to Phlox.
"Trust him to find the armoury," Phlox muttered darkly.
Hoshi grinned.
"He looks kinda cute when he's asleep," she said absentmindedly. "Heavy though, it like the moment he falls asleep he goes limp."
"Thanks for bringing him back Hoshi," said Phlox warmly, laying Malcolm down on the biobed.
Malcolm immediately curled back up into a ball again and sighed in his sleep.
"Are they ok?" asked Hoshi, catching sight of Trip asleep as well.
"They're healthy for human children, but from the point of view that they were adults this morning it's not so good, I'll need to run more tests." Phlox told her. "Thank you again for bringing him back."
Hoshi nodded, taking this as her cue to leave.
Phlox savoured the silence for a moment then went back to his data.
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"Ha! It's working!" Jac'tir announced triumphantly.
"What is?" Fayla asked yawning. "C'mon we should rest now, there's nothing we can do while the children are asleep."
"I managed to repress the older subjects........."Jac'tir began.
"Child's," Fayla corrected.
"What?" Jac'tir asked, looking slightly bemused.
"They're children not subjects," she informed him.
Jac'tir rolled his eyes.
"Fine. I managed to repress the older child's memory."
"Good,"
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"Who're ya?" a voice asked breaking Malcolm's peaceful slumber.
Malcolm jerked awake only to find himself staring into a pair of bright blue eyes.
"Malcolm," he replied politely.
"I'm Charlie," the boy announced.
Malcolm sat up and watched him.
"We met yesterday," Malcolm told him.
"I don't remember seeing ya, where are we anyway?" Trip asked frowning.
"I dunno, there's a few grown-ups wanderin' 'bout." Malcolm replied shrugging, he rubbed his eyes and yawned.
"You talk funny," Trip announced.
"Do not!" Malcolm protested, fighting back another yawn.
"You do, kinda posh," said Trip.
"I don't speak posh!" Malcolm cried indignantly. "Jus' 'cause you can't talk proper doesn't mean you can have a go at me!"
"There ain't nothin' wrong with the way I talk!" Trip exclaimed.
"What's going on here?" Phlox asked, his eyes widening.
"He says I talk funny!" a sleepy looking Malcolm told him.
"Ya do!"
"No I don't!"
"Stop fighting!" Phlox exclaimed.
They both scowled.
"You shouldn't pick on him he's only little," Phlox told Trip sternly, suddenly realising what had happened to Malcolm had now happened to Trip.
"I'm not little!"
"Ya are!"
"I'm four years old!"
"Well I'm six!"
Trip stuck his tongue out.
"Stop fighting!" Phlox ordered.
Malcolm yawned again and gave Trip a dirty look.
"Why don't you go back to sleep Malcolm?" Phlox suggested.
"'m not sleepy," Malcolm mumbled.
Phlox gently pushed him back down into a laying position. Malcolm automatically curled up into a ball and closed his eyes.
"Don't you dare wake him up!" Phlox warned Trip whose eyes were twinkling mischievously. "Now lie down and go back to sleep!"
Trip obeyed and soon sickbay was quiet once more.
~*~Please review! It's always helpful! Next chapter I'm thinking tantrums and danger and creepy aliens-sound good?~*~