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Malcolm watched as the scenery whipped past the window.

Now here's a weird moment for you. I'm going home.

Not to Enterprise but a home I apparently brought with my 'wife'. Amazing. Even more amazing is the fact my father helped me buy it.

My father hasn't given me anything since I was 18. Do I have a good relationship with my father? I don't doubt I do here, a job in the Navy, three sons; I've got everything my father always pushed me to have.

Everything seems to perfect.

Nothing can be this perfect it's just not right. Now I know this isn't real.

Or at least I'm 50 percent sure.

He looked up expectantly as they pulled into a driveway, he grinned. The name of the house was 'Little Britain'.

"In all the years we've been here you smile everytime you see that," Emma commented smiling.

The doors were flung open and Joe and Eddie scrambled out leaving Sam alone in the back.

"I'll get him," Malcolm offered.

Emma nodded and unlocked the door.

When Sam saw Malcolm he held out his arms and waited to be picked up patiently.

Malcolm paused a moment to look at the baby in his arms. Sam had scrunched his face up.

"Emma," he called, quickly moving into the house. "Here you go." He gave her a winning smile and passed Sam to her.

"It wouldn't kill you to change his nappy you know!" Emma called after him.

"Yes but you're so good at it," he replied.

The kid might be cute but there's no way I'm doing waste disposal.

"Dad!" Joe called. "Come play! We need you to be keeper."

"Aren't you two tired yet?" Malcolm called back. "We haven't even been back five minutes and you two already want to play?

"Yes!" came the unanimous response.

Malcolm walked through the house letting his feet take him where he needed to go and not giving himself a chance to look at anything.

He found himself in the back garden. Joe and Eddie seized hold of his arms and dragged him towards the small goal net at the bottom of the garden.

"Boys, I'm tired," he tried, laughing.

"Aww c'mon Dad!"

The boys grabbed a filthy football that looked as though its original colour was white but it was hard to tell.

Who taught them sports?

They go to school idiot.

Still why am I playing?

Mind you, doesn't look like I actually have to do much except stand here while they tackle each other.

I never thought I'd be doing this.

The ball came hurtling towards him, Malcolm stretched out a hand to grab it but it sailed past his fingers and into the waiting net.

I never did like being in goal.

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"They're all settled down now," said Emma coming back into the room. "I'm gonna go take a bath."

Malcolm nodded in acknowledgement and waited till she was gone.

He got up and took a long look round the room he was in. Opening a cupboard in the corner he found a thick photo album.

This will help..........or at least I think it will.

At the start of the album was a wedding photo. He was holding onto Emma and they were both looking into each others eyes and laughing. However although she had on the traditional white wedding dress he was wearing Navy dress uniform.

Not exactly what I would choose to wear on my wedding day.

Turning the page he came across photo's of a baby.

Got to be Joe, he's the older one isn't he?

Cute little thing.

It was hard for him looking through the album. It showed him pictures of what his life was like here, he looked so happy in the photos.

But then, everyone always looks happy in photos.

A photo fell out the album and onto his lap as he lifted the album in preparation to put it back in the cupboard. It was a much older photo than the others; it was of him wearing the navy dress uniform again but at a much younger age. He was staring out at the camera completely expressionless with his father at his side.

You can put the man in water but you can't take the aquaphobia out the man. Good to know some things don't change.

He went out the room and into a small study next door. He accessed the library and did a search for any documents concerning the Enterprise.

A short list of headlines appeared.

The Space Flight Program

The crew of the Enterprise

A tribute to the Enterprise

Wow, what a lot of information. I could've sworn there was more than this originally.

He accessed the final document on the list and scanned it quickly.

The first mission into Space led by Captain Jonathan Archer came to a tragic end yesterday when the ship was destroyed. Starfleet as of yet has given no reason for this disaster, whether it was technical fault or done by another ship but they have confirmed there were no surviviors.........

He read on with morbid fascination.

This is wrong, this is all wrong. They aren't dead, they can't be dead. We didn't go like this; we carried on with our mission! We weren't destroyed, we weren't destroyed!

He shut it down quickly and left the room.

Malcolm found himself in the kitchen and quickly poured himself a glass of water, drinking it all in one go.

This isn't where I belong, this isn't real, it can't be real.

He set down his glass and slowly made his way up the stairs and went into what he presumed was his bedroom, he sat on the end of the bed and stared at the sky blue walls for a long, long time.

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