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Archer suppressed a yawn and sighed. His head was throbbing painfully, he'd just retaken the ship with the help of the crew and now quite frankly he was knackered. So to hear his two senior officers had regressed even further was the perfect end to a crappy day.
Sickbay was a hive of activity; Phlox was running backwards and forwards trying to treat all the casualties.
He caught sight of T'Pol with a baby crying at full bore in her arms-well she was holding it at arms length with a raised eyebrow, a little blonde haired toddler was at her feet.
He made his way over to her and took Malcolm from her-for a second he thought he saw a look of relief pass across her face as the crying infant was taken from her.
He quietened Malcolm down trying not to think of the fact he was nursing a baby who had two days ago been a fully grown man.
"Hi!" Trip exclaimed waving.
Archer smiled and sat down beside him feeling his bones crack as he did so.
"How have they been T'Pol?" he asked.
Trip stared at Malcolm and reached out and prodded him. Malcolm gurgled looking faintly annoyed.
"Like infants," was her reply accompanied by another raised eyebrow.
"Phlox had chance to look at them properly yet?" Archer asked.
"I do not know, I arrived moments ago with an injured crewman," T'Pol replied. "The Doctor handed me the baby and went to tend the injured."
Archer sighed and looked at Malcolm and Trip.
Trip grinned sweetly; he was an angelic looking toddler and had a butter- wouldn't-melt-in-his-mouth expression on his face. He looked to be about three, maybe two.
Malcolm blinked; he looked at least nine months to a year old and gurgled away to himself quite happily.
Archer had a sudden horrible thought and regarded them both suspiciously.
"I hope you're potty trained."
Malcolm babbled something in baby talk.
Phlox came over.
"Are you alright Captain?" he asked concerned.
"I'm fine-you don't happen to have any diapers do you?" Archer asked eyeing Malcolm warily who appeared to be looking very thoughtful.
"Hoshi has gone to find some," Phlox told him. "She should return any moment now."
"Need wee!" Trip announced gleefully.
"Sub-Commander please could you take Trip to the latrine?" Archer asked politely.
T'Pol regarded him closely with an ice cold gaze, before wordlessly taking Trip's arm and directing him to the toilet.
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"I think we should reveal ourselves," said Fayla staring at the broken control pad and sighing. "Reverse the devices' effects."
"Oh yeah, perfect timing. 'Hello we're from another planet and guess what?!? We made your officers children!' I can see that going down like a ton of lead bricks," Jac'tir snapped.
"This is stupid," Fayla moaned.
"Look, I don't question the rules I just follow them," said Jac'tir. "The rules clearly state no contact until sufficient data has been gathered. Plus I don't particularly want to die today-lets wait till I've fixed the controls and then do.............something."
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"Hoshi! Thank God!" Archer exclaimed seeing his communications officer appear. "Err.............can you change him?"
Hoshi nodded and took Malcolm from Archer who suddenly decided now would be a great time to go see Phlox.
Malcolm gave her a gummy smile and she could just see a tooth at the bottom.
"It's alright for you," Hoshi told him. "You're not the one having to put a diaper on a senior officer!"
He giggled and Hoshi took a deep breath.
"It's been years since I did this, last time I had to change a diaper I was 18," she said. "I never knew how much these uniforms were like baby grows, they're not made for easy access are they? Mind you I don't suppose whoever designed them thought about babies at the time."
Once she managed to free him of his uniform she put a nappy on him pretty quickly. Only have Malcolm screw up his face before gurgling happily and talking to her.
"You did that on purpose," she said slightly annoyed. "If you weren't so cute I'd make you do it yourself!"
When she'd done it a second time she stopped and stared at him a moment. He rolled over and crawled towards her.
"This is really weird," she commented. "If I ever had kids I hope they'd be a cute as you.................."
Her voice dropped to a barely audible whisper.
"I hope they'd be ours."
Malcolm gave her another gummy smile.
T'Pol reappeared with Trip. She had a blank expression on her face but Trip looked very pleased with himself.
Hoshi couldn't resist grinning.
T'Pol gave a quick look back at Phlox and Archer who were deep in discussion before making her mind up that the logical option would be to do a complete systems diagnostic and left quickly.
Trip sat down beside Hoshi and leaned his head on her shoulder.
"You sleepy?" she asked, giving a quick glance at Malcolm who was sucking on his fingers.
"No," Trip told her. "'M not sleepy."
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Archer suppressed a yawn and sighed. His head was throbbing painfully, he'd just retaken the ship with the help of the crew and now quite frankly he was knackered. So to hear his two senior officers had regressed even further was the perfect end to a crappy day.
Sickbay was a hive of activity; Phlox was running backwards and forwards trying to treat all the casualties.
He caught sight of T'Pol with a baby crying at full bore in her arms-well she was holding it at arms length with a raised eyebrow, a little blonde haired toddler was at her feet.
He made his way over to her and took Malcolm from her-for a second he thought he saw a look of relief pass across her face as the crying infant was taken from her.
He quietened Malcolm down trying not to think of the fact he was nursing a baby who had two days ago been a fully grown man.
"Hi!" Trip exclaimed waving.
Archer smiled and sat down beside him feeling his bones crack as he did so.
"How have they been T'Pol?" he asked.
Trip stared at Malcolm and reached out and prodded him. Malcolm gurgled looking faintly annoyed.
"Like infants," was her reply accompanied by another raised eyebrow.
"Phlox had chance to look at them properly yet?" Archer asked.
"I do not know, I arrived moments ago with an injured crewman," T'Pol replied. "The Doctor handed me the baby and went to tend the injured."
Archer sighed and looked at Malcolm and Trip.
Trip grinned sweetly; he was an angelic looking toddler and had a butter- wouldn't-melt-in-his-mouth expression on his face. He looked to be about three, maybe two.
Malcolm blinked; he looked at least nine months to a year old and gurgled away to himself quite happily.
Archer had a sudden horrible thought and regarded them both suspiciously.
"I hope you're potty trained."
Malcolm babbled something in baby talk.
Phlox came over.
"Are you alright Captain?" he asked concerned.
"I'm fine-you don't happen to have any diapers do you?" Archer asked eyeing Malcolm warily who appeared to be looking very thoughtful.
"Hoshi has gone to find some," Phlox told him. "She should return any moment now."
"Need wee!" Trip announced gleefully.
"Sub-Commander please could you take Trip to the latrine?" Archer asked politely.
T'Pol regarded him closely with an ice cold gaze, before wordlessly taking Trip's arm and directing him to the toilet.
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"I think we should reveal ourselves," said Fayla staring at the broken control pad and sighing. "Reverse the devices' effects."
"Oh yeah, perfect timing. 'Hello we're from another planet and guess what?!? We made your officers children!' I can see that going down like a ton of lead bricks," Jac'tir snapped.
"This is stupid," Fayla moaned.
"Look, I don't question the rules I just follow them," said Jac'tir. "The rules clearly state no contact until sufficient data has been gathered. Plus I don't particularly want to die today-lets wait till I've fixed the controls and then do.............something."
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"Hoshi! Thank God!" Archer exclaimed seeing his communications officer appear. "Err.............can you change him?"
Hoshi nodded and took Malcolm from Archer who suddenly decided now would be a great time to go see Phlox.
Malcolm gave her a gummy smile and she could just see a tooth at the bottom.
"It's alright for you," Hoshi told him. "You're not the one having to put a diaper on a senior officer!"
He giggled and Hoshi took a deep breath.
"It's been years since I did this, last time I had to change a diaper I was 18," she said. "I never knew how much these uniforms were like baby grows, they're not made for easy access are they? Mind you I don't suppose whoever designed them thought about babies at the time."
Once she managed to free him of his uniform she put a nappy on him pretty quickly. Only have Malcolm screw up his face before gurgling happily and talking to her.
"You did that on purpose," she said slightly annoyed. "If you weren't so cute I'd make you do it yourself!"
When she'd done it a second time she stopped and stared at him a moment. He rolled over and crawled towards her.
"This is really weird," she commented. "If I ever had kids I hope they'd be a cute as you.................."
Her voice dropped to a barely audible whisper.
"I hope they'd be ours."
Malcolm gave her another gummy smile.
T'Pol reappeared with Trip. She had a blank expression on her face but Trip looked very pleased with himself.
Hoshi couldn't resist grinning.
T'Pol gave a quick look back at Phlox and Archer who were deep in discussion before making her mind up that the logical option would be to do a complete systems diagnostic and left quickly.
Trip sat down beside Hoshi and leaned his head on her shoulder.
"You sleepy?" she asked, giving a quick glance at Malcolm who was sucking on his fingers.
"No," Trip told her. "'M not sleepy."
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