0000 Disclaimer=me no own 0000 So many reviews!!! Thanks to everyone who
reviewed 'cause you made my day!! In this chapter our poor lil guys are
gonna get into even more trouble (y'know just to liven things up a bit) And
before I forget a dummy is what Americans would call a.........pacifier I
believe, hey you're lucky I managed to call it a dummy, I had to read it
through and check I hadn't written doe-dee (long story) 0000
Archer sighed, it'd now been six hours since they started the procedure and a very cranky six year old was scowling at him from the biobed. Jac'tir and Fayla weren't doing much of anything, just sat side by side occasionally hitting each other and having quiet arguments. Phlox was pouring over various scans he'd taken occasionally muttering some medical technobabble that e didn't understand.
"I wanna go home!" Trip said mutinously, crossing his arms and looking thoroughly annoyed.
"I'm sorry but you can't," Archer repeated for what felt like the hundredth time. "You're ill and you need to stay here for the time being."
"Not sick," Trip muttered, but the tremble that ran through his body betrayed him.
"It'll just be for a little while longer," Archer assured him.
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T'Pol watched Malcolm, one eyebrow raised. Changing his nappy had been................an experience, something she wasn't in a hurry to repeat. Of course she hadn't objected to him falling asleep again straight afterwards, that is until a few moments ago when he woke again.
Malcolm was now being fed by Hoshi who'd managed to take about an hour in changing her uniform. Well, she was trying to feed him, so far most of the food was spread round his face as Malcolm had tried to feed himself and refusing to eat anything now Hoshi had taken the spoon off him.
"Um..........here comes the choo-choo train!" she tried making train noises as the spoon zoomed towards Malcolm's mouth.
He remained unimpressed.
"Not a train boy eh?" Hoshi asked. Then a burst of inspiration hit her. "Here comes the torpedo!"
Then miraculously, whether he was impressed with Hoshi's torpedo sounds or not he opened his mouth.
Relieved Hoshi tried to pull the spoon out again, unfortunately Malcolm had now decided he liked the spoon in his mouth and was unwilling to relinquish it.
"I bet your mother loved you," Hoshi muttered darkly, finally unhooking the spoon from his gums.
Malcolm looked up at her and burbled something.
"Yes, you like baby mush don't you!" Hoshi cooed, finding herself unable to remain angry at him.
She looked up only to find the rest of the bridge crew staring at her.
"Anyone else wanna try?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.
They all immediately looked away.
"Thought as much," she mumbled, turning her attention back to Malcolm. Who'd dunked his hand in the unwatched food and was gleefully sucking on it.
"Ok, have it your way," she sighed, finally giving in.
Malcolm innocently sucked his hand and watched her.
Once he'd finished mashing food into his face Hoshi grabbed hold of him (albeit somewhat reluctantly now he was head to toe in baby food).
"Sub-Commander............."She began. To her surprise T'Pol nodded almost immediately.
Feeling slightly smug as she ended her shift early Hoshi carried Malcolm off the bridge and down to her quarters.
Dumping the baby bag on the floor, she walked into the bathroom and grabbed a flannel.
"C'mere you," she said wiping his face over. He screwed his face up and tried to fend her off but didn't succeed.
"Urgh, look at the state of your clothes," she sighed. She took his clothes off and sat him down on her bed. "You stay here; I'll just find you a t- shirt or something."
Keeping one eye on him she moved across her room and opened her wardrobe. She took her eye off him for a second to pull a t-shirt out, but when she turned back Malcolm was gone.
"Malcolm?" she called, worriedly, immediately diving down and checking the floor, under her bed-anywhere she could think of.
"Bridge to Sato"
"Go ahead"
"We detected a transporter beam out from your quarters."
"Malcolm's been taken."
0000000 Please review, yes I'm horrible leaving it like that but you know some aliens just don't like giving up.....................0000000
Archer sighed, it'd now been six hours since they started the procedure and a very cranky six year old was scowling at him from the biobed. Jac'tir and Fayla weren't doing much of anything, just sat side by side occasionally hitting each other and having quiet arguments. Phlox was pouring over various scans he'd taken occasionally muttering some medical technobabble that e didn't understand.
"I wanna go home!" Trip said mutinously, crossing his arms and looking thoroughly annoyed.
"I'm sorry but you can't," Archer repeated for what felt like the hundredth time. "You're ill and you need to stay here for the time being."
"Not sick," Trip muttered, but the tremble that ran through his body betrayed him.
"It'll just be for a little while longer," Archer assured him.
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T'Pol watched Malcolm, one eyebrow raised. Changing his nappy had been................an experience, something she wasn't in a hurry to repeat. Of course she hadn't objected to him falling asleep again straight afterwards, that is until a few moments ago when he woke again.
Malcolm was now being fed by Hoshi who'd managed to take about an hour in changing her uniform. Well, she was trying to feed him, so far most of the food was spread round his face as Malcolm had tried to feed himself and refusing to eat anything now Hoshi had taken the spoon off him.
"Um..........here comes the choo-choo train!" she tried making train noises as the spoon zoomed towards Malcolm's mouth.
He remained unimpressed.
"Not a train boy eh?" Hoshi asked. Then a burst of inspiration hit her. "Here comes the torpedo!"
Then miraculously, whether he was impressed with Hoshi's torpedo sounds or not he opened his mouth.
Relieved Hoshi tried to pull the spoon out again, unfortunately Malcolm had now decided he liked the spoon in his mouth and was unwilling to relinquish it.
"I bet your mother loved you," Hoshi muttered darkly, finally unhooking the spoon from his gums.
Malcolm looked up at her and burbled something.
"Yes, you like baby mush don't you!" Hoshi cooed, finding herself unable to remain angry at him.
She looked up only to find the rest of the bridge crew staring at her.
"Anyone else wanna try?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.
They all immediately looked away.
"Thought as much," she mumbled, turning her attention back to Malcolm. Who'd dunked his hand in the unwatched food and was gleefully sucking on it.
"Ok, have it your way," she sighed, finally giving in.
Malcolm innocently sucked his hand and watched her.
Once he'd finished mashing food into his face Hoshi grabbed hold of him (albeit somewhat reluctantly now he was head to toe in baby food).
"Sub-Commander............."She began. To her surprise T'Pol nodded almost immediately.
Feeling slightly smug as she ended her shift early Hoshi carried Malcolm off the bridge and down to her quarters.
Dumping the baby bag on the floor, she walked into the bathroom and grabbed a flannel.
"C'mere you," she said wiping his face over. He screwed his face up and tried to fend her off but didn't succeed.
"Urgh, look at the state of your clothes," she sighed. She took his clothes off and sat him down on her bed. "You stay here; I'll just find you a t- shirt or something."
Keeping one eye on him she moved across her room and opened her wardrobe. She took her eye off him for a second to pull a t-shirt out, but when she turned back Malcolm was gone.
"Malcolm?" she called, worriedly, immediately diving down and checking the floor, under her bed-anywhere she could think of.
"Bridge to Sato"
"Go ahead"
"We detected a transporter beam out from your quarters."
"Malcolm's been taken."
0000000 Please review, yes I'm horrible leaving it like that but you know some aliens just don't like giving up.....................0000000