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Malcolm stirred making a mental inventory of what hurt and what didn't before peeling his eyes open.
"How're you feeling Malcolm?"
"Fine," Malcolm rasped the customary response.
Archer nodded for Phlox to leave them alone for a second then leaned in closer to Malcolm.
"I saw him."
Malcolm arranged his face into what he hoped was a confused expression noting how sore his neck was.
"Your brother."
Malcolm made no move to respond, he was frozen, unable to speak or make any movement. But inwardly his mind was racing and his thoughts tripping over each other.
The Captain knows about Matthew, how can he know about Matthew? It's not possible
Archer stared at his armoury officer intently seeing the glazed over look in his eyes the odd flicker of fear passing through. He knew then that Malcolm wouldn't say another word, he thought about dredging up his brothers records to get some sort about of background about him before tackling Malcolm again but with Malcolm's brother hanging round the ship he didn't want to leave it too long without finding some form of solution to the problem.
"Malcolm?"
"Sir, my brothers dead," Malcolm rasped finally finding his voice. "You must be mistaken."
"Malcolm, I............" Archer began but stopped seeing Malcolm turn away wincing as he did so. "I'll talk to you later."
Malcolm gave the barest of nods, his eyes slowly shutting again as Archer walked out of sickbay giving a quiet frustrated sigh.
'Aww, now that wasn't very nice was it?' Matthew said quietly appearing beside him and using his arm to pin his younger brother to the biobed. 'I was just about to make my big entrance.'
Malcolm trembled slightly struggling to keep his composure.
'There's no point in crying out lil bro, they'll just think you're insane,' Matthew whispered gently, smirking slightly. 'They wouldn't be the first ones either-would they?'
"Go away," Malcolm breathed trying to keep the fear from his voice.
'But I'll never go away Mally, I'll always be here,' Matthew taunted. 'I'll always be the son Dad wanted, the favourite; I'll always be the person you killed.'
"You killed yourself," Malcolm murmured tensing as Matthews arm pressed up against him with greater force.
'True,' Matthew chuckled. 'But the game of life was hard to play and I knew I was gonna lose it anyway so I thought the only way to win was cheat and that was the only painless feat. For me anyway, causing you pain was just an added bonus.'
Malcolm made no move to response as Matthew leant in closer his face inches away from Malcolm's using his free hand he gripped Malcolm's arm tightly.
'The person who wrote that song was a wise man lil bro,' he said smiling. 'Of course he was nowhere near in the league of your poetry.'
Malcolm stiffened.
'Oh I know you don't write anymore,' Matthew continued. 'Not since you found my body with your poem beside it-nice touch don't you think? Of course it only re enforced Father's hatred of you after all you killed his favourite son and heir.'
Malcolm tried to block out his brothers words but each word stung, each evil word lodged in his brain repeating over and over.
Malcolm suddenly shifted trying to wriggle away. Matthew grabbed his arm in a vice like grip.
'I've broken your arm once Mally, I can do it again!' He hissed, shoving his brother back on the biobed. 'Just remember to watch your step, after all you just can't trust the technology these days-accidents will happen.'
With those final words he left leaving Malcolm shaking in fear.
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Malcolm stirred making a mental inventory of what hurt and what didn't before peeling his eyes open.
"How're you feeling Malcolm?"
"Fine," Malcolm rasped the customary response.
Archer nodded for Phlox to leave them alone for a second then leaned in closer to Malcolm.
"I saw him."
Malcolm arranged his face into what he hoped was a confused expression noting how sore his neck was.
"Your brother."
Malcolm made no move to respond, he was frozen, unable to speak or make any movement. But inwardly his mind was racing and his thoughts tripping over each other.
The Captain knows about Matthew, how can he know about Matthew? It's not possible
Archer stared at his armoury officer intently seeing the glazed over look in his eyes the odd flicker of fear passing through. He knew then that Malcolm wouldn't say another word, he thought about dredging up his brothers records to get some sort about of background about him before tackling Malcolm again but with Malcolm's brother hanging round the ship he didn't want to leave it too long without finding some form of solution to the problem.
"Malcolm?"
"Sir, my brothers dead," Malcolm rasped finally finding his voice. "You must be mistaken."
"Malcolm, I............" Archer began but stopped seeing Malcolm turn away wincing as he did so. "I'll talk to you later."
Malcolm gave the barest of nods, his eyes slowly shutting again as Archer walked out of sickbay giving a quiet frustrated sigh.
'Aww, now that wasn't very nice was it?' Matthew said quietly appearing beside him and using his arm to pin his younger brother to the biobed. 'I was just about to make my big entrance.'
Malcolm trembled slightly struggling to keep his composure.
'There's no point in crying out lil bro, they'll just think you're insane,' Matthew whispered gently, smirking slightly. 'They wouldn't be the first ones either-would they?'
"Go away," Malcolm breathed trying to keep the fear from his voice.
'But I'll never go away Mally, I'll always be here,' Matthew taunted. 'I'll always be the son Dad wanted, the favourite; I'll always be the person you killed.'
"You killed yourself," Malcolm murmured tensing as Matthews arm pressed up against him with greater force.
'True,' Matthew chuckled. 'But the game of life was hard to play and I knew I was gonna lose it anyway so I thought the only way to win was cheat and that was the only painless feat. For me anyway, causing you pain was just an added bonus.'
Malcolm made no move to response as Matthew leant in closer his face inches away from Malcolm's using his free hand he gripped Malcolm's arm tightly.
'The person who wrote that song was a wise man lil bro,' he said smiling. 'Of course he was nowhere near in the league of your poetry.'
Malcolm stiffened.
'Oh I know you don't write anymore,' Matthew continued. 'Not since you found my body with your poem beside it-nice touch don't you think? Of course it only re enforced Father's hatred of you after all you killed his favourite son and heir.'
Malcolm tried to block out his brothers words but each word stung, each evil word lodged in his brain repeating over and over.
Malcolm suddenly shifted trying to wriggle away. Matthew grabbed his arm in a vice like grip.
'I've broken your arm once Mally, I can do it again!' He hissed, shoving his brother back on the biobed. 'Just remember to watch your step, after all you just can't trust the technology these days-accidents will happen.'
With those final words he left leaving Malcolm shaking in fear.
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