000 Disclaimer, I own absolutely nothing 000 Here it is people, the conclusion, its been a long road, getting from there (the beginning) to here (the end), and I have to say this is probably the strangest thing I've ever written so far.

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Three Months Later

Malcolm surveyed his surroundings; it was only what was to be expected. Starfleet had reacted badly to the report of Malcolm's traumatic experience with the alien entity. They had removed him from the Enterprise, ignoring the crew's fight to keep him, and had placed him in psychiatric care.

"Do you know why you're here?" The Doctor asked kindly.

"Because an alien entity infiltrated my head and made me think he was my dead brother before starting to torture me," Malcolm replied in monotone.

The Doctor noted something down on her clipboard. "Is…" She checked her notes again. "Matthew here now?"

"The alien is," Malcolm replied softly. "He's always here; he's studying us you see."

He felt momentarily surprised at the amount of information simply tripping off his tongue. He guessed it had something to do with the drugs they kept giving him every time 'Matthew' appeared again.

Not that the drugs helped of course. They simply locked him within the confines of his mind, alone with 'Matthew' again.

"He's studying us?" The Doctor asked, breaking his sluggish train of thought.

Malcolm nodded. "He can't feel emotions, unless he takes on our form and uses someone's memories."

"Can I see him?" The Doctor asked, a patronising edge creeping into her voice.

Malcolm laughed. "You have read the report haven't you? You do know that the entity is real and not a figment of my imagination, don't you?"

The Doctor smiled slightly, and fixed her dispassionate gaze on him. "I've read the report, Malcolm."

"I'm not crazy," Malcolm stated firmly.

The Doctor noted something down and said mildly, "I never said you were crazy."

Malcolm sighed and closed his eyes. "If you don't think I'm crazy, then why was I dumped in a Psychiatric Hospital?"

"Starfleet is just trying to ensure you get help to deal with…what happened," said the Doctor smoothly.

Malcolm opened his eyes. "Starfleet is just trying to ensure that I don't make them look bad by going insane."

The Doctor rose to her feet. "I think that's enough for today Malcolm, I will see you again soon."

"Very nice to be misunderstood by you," Malcolm muttered sarcastically before giving her a jaunty wave.

From her expression he half expected her to pat his head before leaving, but she refrained and the nurse led Malcolm back to his room.

He stared at the walls remembering the elation he had felt after winning a tiny victory against 'Matthew' winning a small slice of freedom.

He let his vision unfocus and the grey walls became a grey blur. After all that effort, all the fighting, all the pain, where had it left him?

Hidden away in some unknown Psychiatric Hospital, where screams in the night were dealt with by sedation. Ignored by Starfleet because he was a liability, dangerous to the lives of the crew he served with, dangerous to others.

And, according to the notes the Doctor had been taking, possibly suicidal.

But then, as 'Matthew' appeared in the room Malcolm found himself thinking she might be right, on the last point.

And, in a little grey room in a Psychiatric Hospital, Malcolm Reed slowly resigned himself to screams in the night.

000 Ok, I have some people to thank for reviewing the last chapter:

Hovis (Thanks, I guess it did get a little repetitive, but then again, the alien entity never stopped torturing him did it:P)

Tata (It was strange wasn't it! lol, I totally never meant it to turn out how it did, it was meant to be just a one shot originally!)

Scifi-warper (Hee hee, all things must come to an end, my friend)

GoddessAnjanee (The crew believed him, it was just starfleet that didn't)

Buggles568 (Nope, no peace for poor Malcolm, I'm afraid )

Oh, and before I forget, feel free to review this chapter too! 000