~*~Disclaimer=me no own~*~Well this was gonna be a one chapter thing but
then even I got confused and suddenly had a flash of inspiration while on
stage (then fell over a table in my excitement-not fun!) so here's a
continuation~*~
Archer nodded in greeting to his senior staff as he entered the Bridge. Hoshi and Travis treated him with a smile; T'Pol merely nodded her head slightly but Malcolm didn't even raise his head.
Archer noted the lack of reaction with worry, it'd been a nearly a week since he'd found his armoury officer screaming and although he hadn't heard anything since he'd noticed Malcolm was looking more exhausted by the day.
He had dark smudges beneath his eyes and seemed to be attempting to smother another yawn as he tried to focus on the information on the screen in front of him.
Archer silently made up his mind to have a few words with Malcolm later on before turning his attention to the view screen and staring at the anomaly outside.
It was beautiful. Made up of swirling purples and blues like a thin veil across space, the colours constantly changing shade. It was oddly serene and the entire crew seemed more calm and content because of it.
T'Pol had been performing tests and scans since they first found it over a week ago, she'd made progress but told Archer she needed more time to get a full picture of exactly what it was.
Malcolm flicked through the information on his screen. He'd given up trying to process it fully, he was shattered. But he didn't dare sleep for everytime he closed his eyes he could see his brothers bloody body at his feet and that damned poem by his side.
He mentally shouted at himself for being such a coward-an armoury officer afraid of his own dreams!
The shift seemed to drag on forever, finally at lunchtime he managed to find the energy to go to the Mess Hall and get another cup of coffee.
Coffee wasn't his preferred drink but it kept him awake better than tea. Trip grinned at him from a nearby table.
"Hey Mal."
Malcolm nodded in acknowledgement and sat down.
Trip frowned.
"Ya look tired," he told him.
Malcolm glared at him.
"What's the matter?" Trip asked ignoring the expression on Malcolm's face.
"Insomnia," Malcolm replied reluctantly.
"Well ya look dead on ya feet," Trip surmised staring intently at his friend. "Why don't ya see if Phlox can help?"
"I'm not that desperate," Malcolm muttered darkly.
Trip grinned.
They sat in silence for a while.
'Malcolm.........'
"What?" Malcolm asked yawning.
"I didn't say anything," said Trip looking up from his plate.
"I thought I heard someone say my name," said Malcolm staring round the room.
"Ya must being going crazy in ya old age, anyway I gotta go," said Trip quickly getting up.
"Hey! You're older than me!" Malcolm called after him looking annoyed.
* * *
He wandered down the corridor towards his quarters, yawning all the way.
'Malcolm............'
He looked back down the corridor. Empty. He shrugged it off and entered his quarters.
He could see the anomaly from his window and stared at it a moment.
'Hello Malcolm, long time no see.'
He whipped round and nearly cried out in shock, stopping himself just in time.
Malcolm was practically paralysed with fear.
'What kind of greeting's that little bro?'
~*~Please review, because now there's a true plot I know that it will get weirder before it gets clearer!~*~
Archer nodded in greeting to his senior staff as he entered the Bridge. Hoshi and Travis treated him with a smile; T'Pol merely nodded her head slightly but Malcolm didn't even raise his head.
Archer noted the lack of reaction with worry, it'd been a nearly a week since he'd found his armoury officer screaming and although he hadn't heard anything since he'd noticed Malcolm was looking more exhausted by the day.
He had dark smudges beneath his eyes and seemed to be attempting to smother another yawn as he tried to focus on the information on the screen in front of him.
Archer silently made up his mind to have a few words with Malcolm later on before turning his attention to the view screen and staring at the anomaly outside.
It was beautiful. Made up of swirling purples and blues like a thin veil across space, the colours constantly changing shade. It was oddly serene and the entire crew seemed more calm and content because of it.
T'Pol had been performing tests and scans since they first found it over a week ago, she'd made progress but told Archer she needed more time to get a full picture of exactly what it was.
Malcolm flicked through the information on his screen. He'd given up trying to process it fully, he was shattered. But he didn't dare sleep for everytime he closed his eyes he could see his brothers bloody body at his feet and that damned poem by his side.
He mentally shouted at himself for being such a coward-an armoury officer afraid of his own dreams!
The shift seemed to drag on forever, finally at lunchtime he managed to find the energy to go to the Mess Hall and get another cup of coffee.
Coffee wasn't his preferred drink but it kept him awake better than tea. Trip grinned at him from a nearby table.
"Hey Mal."
Malcolm nodded in acknowledgement and sat down.
Trip frowned.
"Ya look tired," he told him.
Malcolm glared at him.
"What's the matter?" Trip asked ignoring the expression on Malcolm's face.
"Insomnia," Malcolm replied reluctantly.
"Well ya look dead on ya feet," Trip surmised staring intently at his friend. "Why don't ya see if Phlox can help?"
"I'm not that desperate," Malcolm muttered darkly.
Trip grinned.
They sat in silence for a while.
'Malcolm.........'
"What?" Malcolm asked yawning.
"I didn't say anything," said Trip looking up from his plate.
"I thought I heard someone say my name," said Malcolm staring round the room.
"Ya must being going crazy in ya old age, anyway I gotta go," said Trip quickly getting up.
"Hey! You're older than me!" Malcolm called after him looking annoyed.
* * *
He wandered down the corridor towards his quarters, yawning all the way.
'Malcolm............'
He looked back down the corridor. Empty. He shrugged it off and entered his quarters.
He could see the anomaly from his window and stared at it a moment.
'Hello Malcolm, long time no see.'
He whipped round and nearly cried out in shock, stopping himself just in time.
Malcolm was practically paralysed with fear.
'What kind of greeting's that little bro?'
~*~Please review, because now there's a true plot I know that it will get weirder before it gets clearer!~*~