Disclaimer=me no own130 reviews!!! faints Love you people so much!!!!!!!!!!! Lets see now.................oh yeah mini Mal will not possess a dummy.................unfortunately and yes Fayla and Jac'tir are hopelessly incompetent (but that makes it more fun! Lol) OH yeah and sorry about the fact its taken me donkeys years to update it's cause I got a lead role in the school musical and there's been loads of rehearsals n stuff :D

"Done."

"You sure?"

"Yes.................."

"You don't sound very confident."

"All I need to do is stitch the skin up."

"It's a horrible colour, I would die if my skin were that colour!"

"They're all this colour, part from a couple of them maybe their species are supposed to be those colours."

"Aww look! His eyes are blue."

"How do you know?"

"Because they're open."

Fayla and Jac'tir exchanged horrified glances.

"DOCTOR PHLOX!!!" They yelled simultaneously.

Phlox was at their side in an instant.

Trip started to cry-loudly.

"He shouldn't be awake!" Fayla exclaimed trying to keep Trips head still as Jac'tir did the last few stitches.

Phlox quickly prepared another hypospray and pressed it into Trips neck. Nothing happened.

"Why is nothing happening?" Jac'tir asked worriedly. "That's supposed to make him sleep isn't it?"

"I don't know why it's not working," Phlox replied frowning, trying to calm Trip down. "He shouldn't even be awake in the first place."

"Maybe they have to be awake?" Fayla suggested shifting uncomfortably. "Maybe it's just a side affect of the manual override?"

Their gaze turned to Jac'tir who seemed to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Trip started screaming louder than ever and sobbing his little heart out. His head hurt, he ached all over, all he really wanted was his mum and he didn't know who these strange people were or why they were arguing.

"Well?" Fayla asked pointedly.

"Is there anything we can do?" Phlox asked, desperately trying to stem Trips sobs. "It's alright don't cry, it's ok."

"I don't know."

"What d'ya mean ya don't know?!?" Fayla screeched.

"THE GUY I DID IT ON WAS ALREADY DEAD!!!!! THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED TO ME BEFORE ALRIGHT?!?!" Jac'tir yelled finally.

"Are you saying there's nothing we can do?" Phlox asked, resisting the urge to strangle them both.

Jac'tir nodded.

Phlox sighed, Trip had now dissolved into hiccups scrubbing at his eyes with balled up fists.

"It shouldn't be that bad till he has his spurt," Fayla offered. "After all that's when he grows most isn't it?"

"Spurt?"

"When he becomes adult."

"Ah, I see, till that time he won't suffer?"

"Shouldn't do," Jac'tir lied shrugging.

Trip rested his head against Phlox's shoulder snuffling and shooting the two aliens wary glances, the occasional tear running down his face from the pain in his head and the strange tickling sensation running up and down his body.

Phlox walked over to the comm.

"Sickbay to Captain Archer."

"Archer here."

"We have a development Captain."

"What kind of development?"

"Apparently sedatives have no effect once the procedure has begun."

"You mean Trips awake?"

"I'm afraid so Captain. The next 52 hours aren't going to be pleasant for him."

"I'll be there in a few minutes. Archer out."

Phlox glanced down at the small boy in his arms who appeared to be looking very sorry for himself.

"Hurts," Trip whined pitifully.

"Your head?" Phlox asked gently.

Trip nodded.

"Now that I can help with," said Phlox a smile back on his face once more.

He set Trip back down on the biobed and cast a glance over to Fayla and Jac'tir who were having a whispered argument culminating in Fayla swatting Jac'tir round the head and shooting him a reproachful glance.

"If I die I'm blaming you!" she hissed.

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Hoshi stared down at the sleeping boy in her arms, she had wanted to get close to Malcolm for so long but this wasn't exactly what she intended. It'd been hard enough changing his nappy earlier but she had a feeling Malcolm had been dumped on her till Phlox and the alien smurfs (as she'd christened them) were ready to start his procedure. Now though after hearing Archer's conversation with Phlox she was worried about what would happen.

The alien smurfs didn't exactly install her with much confidence.

Malcolm sighed in his sleep and snuggled into her more, still sucking on his fingers. Hoshi briefly wondered if he'd had a dummy as a baby and for a split second she wondered if she had children would they have a dummy.

Then all thoughts of motherhood went out her mind as Malcolm woke up, threw up and started crying at the top of his lungs. Hoshi cast a look around.

"Sub-Commander, I need to go clean up, can you watch him?"

She quickly handed the bawling Malcolm to T'Pol and scarpered. She wondered about the possibly disciplinary measures she might face when she'd cleaned the baby vomit off her uniform.

Then the more evil part of her thought of T'Pol trying to stop Malcolm crying and suddenly even though the smell of vomit was rising from her uniform and passing crewmembers were giving her odd looks, she smiled.

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It was an unhappy bunch of people that greeted Archer in Sickbay. Little Trip looked especially miserable but when he saw Archer something clicked in the back of his mind and he knew this was someone he trusted. He held up his arms for Archer to pick him up and leaned against him sticking his tongue out at Fayla and Jac'tir. He shivered involuntarily and gave a small cry of pain as the tickling sensation running up and down his body suddenly got stronger.

So whaddya think????