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'Jumpy aren't we?' Matthew teased, leaning against the wall.

"Leave me alone," Malcolm begged, it came out as more of a pathetic whisper.

'Or what? You'll stare me to death?' Matthew smirked. 'God, I'm funny, I knew I should've have a career as a comedian.'

Malcolm backed onto his bed; Matthew grinned and took slow steps towards him.

The door opened revealing Trip.

"Who the hell are you?!" He demanded.

Matthew merely grinned and took a running jump into Malcolm who collapsed instantly.

Trip hit the comm.

"Tucker to sickbay, medical emergency in Lieutenant Reeds quarters!"

Malcolm blinked and instantly shrank back in shock. He was in a small boat-completely surrounded by water.

'Mally, what's the matter?' Matthew asked in a baby voice. 'Are you afwaid? Aww poor iccle Mally, you can't be afwaid now, this is nothing, just a bit of water.'

Matthew grinned at him, Malcolm stood completely frozen, not daring to move.

"Doc, what's wrong with him?" Trip asked worriedly, running a hand through his hair.

"To all intents and purposes Commander, the Lieutenant is merely asleep," Phlox replied frowning.

"But I saw the guy jump right into him," Trip protested. "There has to be something you're missing-if he's just asleep why the hell won't he wake up?"

Phlox didn't reply and instead turned back to his monitors.

Trip looked over at Malcolm, Phlox was right-he did look like he was just asleep, in fact if Trip hadn't seen-well what he'd seen-he'd assume it was something else too.

"I know what I saw," he muttered.

"What's happening?" said Archer as he came through the doors.

"Something jumped right into Malcolm," said Trip folding his arms. "The doc's instruments say he's just asleep but I saw what I saw!"

"Doctor?"

"I'm afraid, none of my instruments are picking up any abnormalities," Phlox sighed. "From a medical point of view he's asleep."

"He's not asleep!" Trip exclaimed frustrated. "I saw the guy jump right into him, I was there I saw everything!"

"What did the guy look like?" Archer asked, reality dawning on him.

Trip opened his mouth then stopped.

"Trip?" Archer prompted.

"Well, he looked like Malcolm," Trip replied honestly.

"Matthew," Archer muttered.

'I'm brilliant aren't I?' Matthew asked beaming, spreading his arms wide. 'Tell me I'm a genius.'

Malcolm remained silent, fear clawing at his very bones, rendering him speechless and unable to move.

Suddenly the boat disappeared from beneath Malcolm's feet; he made a desperate grab for nothing before plunging into the icy water. Matthew peered down at him from where he was stood on top of the water.

Malcolm resurfaced gasping, kicking his legs desperately, his mind racing.

'What's the matter Malcolm?' Matthew grinned. 'Don't you like the water?'

Malcolm's mind began to shut down, he was panicking no doubt about it-his aqua phobia was getting the better of him.

At the last moment when he thought his lungs would burst Matthew dragged him up out of the water.

'Pathetic,' he sneered. 'You call yourself a Reed?'

Malcolm coughed and spluttered, his heart racing.

"Could it be the entity outside that's causing this?" Archer wanted to know.

"It's possible, but Captain you must remember that medically speaking there is nothing wrong with him," Phlox replied sighing.

"If it is the entity, why don't we just move the ship away?" Trip suggested.

Phlox and Archer looked at each other.

"Worth a try," Archer shrugged.

He crossed the room and hit the comm.

"Archer to the Bridge."

"Go ahead Captain."

"Take us away from the entity, nice and slow."

"Yessir."

The occupants of sickbay waited with baited breath.

For a few seconds it seemed to be working then a low ongoing beep emitted from the monitor.

His heart had stopped beating.

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