000 Disclaimer, I own nothing 000 Ok, huge thanks and apologies to everyone. I know this hasn't been updated in a while but thats been due to my GCSE's (which still aren't finished yet but I thought I'd take a break from 'revising' to write this chapter) So massive thanks to everyone who reviewed. I hope you all like this chapter as there's only one left to come after this, and that will hopefully be stuck up soon. Anyway, read on! 000

The ship suddenly shuddered, throwing everyone off balance. Archer smacked the comm. with his palm. "Bridge. What the hell is going on?"

"The being appears to have taken control of the helm," said T'Pol's voice calmly. "We are unable to move."

Archer glanced back at his frozen officer. Malcolm simply stared at a space on the wall; there was nothing to suggest he recognised where he was or who he was with. He just sat and stared.

Matthew materialised in the room and threw Trip out of his way. Trip slammed into the wall and slid down.

Archer lunged for him, but Matthew was too quick and a well aimed punch sent the Captain flying.

'Malcolm!' Matthew yelled furiously. 'What the hell have you done to me?'

Malcolm didn't reply his gaze still fixed on the wall; he didn't even look up as Matthew proceeded to attack everyone in the room screaming his name over and over.

'Answer me!' Matthew booted Archer's ribcage and bounced his head off a nearby biobed. 'I'll kill them all! Answer me! Malcolm, what the hell did you do to me?'

Trip dived for Matthew. "Leave him alone!" He and Matthew went sprawling to the ground. "What? Not gonna go see-through this time?" Trip punched him and felt Matthew's nose crunch beneath his fist.

Matthew let out a cry of rage and threw Trip off him, knocking the engineer unconscious. For the first time Malcolm moved. His head swivelled towards Matthew and he started to laugh. Matthew stormed over, roughly grabbing hold of Malcolm and shaking him.

'What did you do?' He screamed. 'I can't do it anymore! I can't access anyone's mind except yours! What have you done to me? What have you done to me!'

Malcolm kept laughing and Matthew released him, glaring down at Malcolm disgusted. Matthew back-handed Malcolm across the face, Malcolm tumbled over the side of the biobed.

'Undo it now!' Matthew commanded, throwing Malcolm back onto the biobed. 'Undo whatever the hell you did to me now! Do it now or I'll kill them all!'

Malcolm stopped laughing and Matthew watched with satisfaction as Malcolm's gaze flickered over to his friends. Malcolm returned his gaze to Matthew's face. "Not if they kill you first." Like an avenging angel Archer rose up and brought a large object down on Matthew's head.

'Oh…' was all Matthew managed before he disappeared.

The ship lurched violently. Malcolm grabbed hold of Archer as he stumbled forward nearly falling over again himself. Archer pushed himself up and turned round as the ship stilled. He smacked the comm. "Bridge. Report."

"We have regained full helm control; Ensign Mayweather is moving the ship away."

Archer sighed with relief, resting his head on the wall a moment before turning back to help sort out the injured. Malcolm resumed staring at the wall, hugging his knees to his chest. Matthew was gone, he couldn't believe it, he wouldn't believe it, not until they were a million light-years away and even then, he still wouldn't believe it.

People milled around the room, treating all the injuries Matthew had inflicted, Malcolm let them work without question or argument. It was his fault all this had happened. It was his fault; the alien took the memory of Matthew from his mind and used that memory to wreak havoc on the crew. His colleagues…his friends had all suffered injury because of him.

When everyone had left his side to see to the others Malcolm leapt up and ran from the room. He didn't know where he was going, but he kept running. He passed crewmembers, but no one reacted quickly enough to stop him. Eventually he ended up back at his quarters, immediately he sealed the door and locked it with every combination he knew.

He slid down the door, ending in a crumpled heap on the floor. Hot tears pricked the inside of his eyes but he didn't bother to wipe them away. An old nursery rhyme floated into his head and he recited it softly:

"Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,

And all the King's horses,

And all the King's men,

Couldn't put Humpty together again."

He stared out the window and wondered just how long it would take for them to get through. A sudden urge to write overtook him and he reached for one of the empty pads on the desk. He almost laughed, thinking how everyone would react if they knew he wrote poetry-used to write poetry-and whatever else came into his head. He wondered what they would say if they knew everything, whether they'd judged him like so many had before.

A wave of guilt crashed through him as he remembered what he'd done. He'd put the ship in danger, an image of his brother had harmed many of his colleagues and all this had come from his memories. It had all originated with him.

The alien entity had learnt fear, malice and anger from him.

He threw the pad aside guiltily and rose to his feet, out the corner of his eye he could see his razor glinting enticingly in the bathroom.

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