Here we go! lol. Reviews are still welcome! And writers block is still annoying..

Crewmen McDonald, Stevens, and Forest looked in awe at their ship's guests. Chef stood behind them in amazement. All the crew who were in the cafeteria were staring. The Scazlif were almost like human toddlers. Touching, sniffing, licking, pulling a face and not licking their food. The crewmen who had experience with toddlers told the other crewmen stories of their challenges with the smaller human beings. Some of the Scazlif who were sat nearby listened in and asked questions about those 'Scoundrals' and 'small devils'. T'Pol, who had to share a table with a group of other crewmen because humans are curious creatures and she didn't want to use the captain's mess, looked up from her book and gave the Vulcan look of curiosity. Most new species, who had the privilege of comfortably mingling with the crew in the cafeteria, didn't behave as strange as the Scazlif but then again these were strange new worlds. Even for T'Pol. Ensign Larsson, who was sat at the same table as T'Pol, soon pointed something out. Noticing that one of the Scazlif aren't behaving as the others.

"I don't know if it's my hypersensitivity picking up something so small like this but compared with everyone else they act so strange. And as they look like the Suliban... I hope you don't mind Commander..." Larsson descretly talked to T'Pol. T'Pol nodded. She understood. Her paranoia was similar to the humans. And Ensign Larsson was able to pick up minor changes and differences in almost all circumstances so it is a logical risk to trust her. As T'Pol and Larsson 'studied' the odd Scazlif, the other humans slowly picked up that there was something wrong. And soon their suspicions came true. One of the security officers was called to the com. T'Pol's hearing could just about pick up Phlox's concerned voice on the other end. That crewman called a few more crewmen to help him and the five of them disappeared through the door. T'Pol moves her attention back to the conserning guest. They were now not hiding the fact that their attitude had changed. It had changed as if they had seen a ghost.

Meanwhile, in the medbay, Phlox and three out of the five security officers were trying to restrain Tango down. They were having difficulty. They were all surprised. But they all kept going. Tango included. Phlox had told the other two, who were medically trained to a certain degree, to prepare seditives for Tango. Then it turned into just one of them preparing the seditives and the other checking on Malcom and Trip. Something that surprised all six of them was the fact that the teenager was able to break through the restraints moments before Phlox administrated the seditives. The seditives that kicked in milliseconds before one of the crewmen was about to be kicked in his lower waist... He was still kicked in the lower waist but had a close call with the crown jewels.

Back in the cafeteria, suddenly one of them let out an ear-splitting shrieking and everyone stopped what they were doing to cover their ears. Two remaining security officers moved one of their hands to their holsters. They were the two assigned by Commander Reed, without either T'Pol or Captain Archer's permission - or knowledge - to watch over the Scazlif. Ensign McKenzie, who was in normal "civvy" clothing and sat close to the guilty Scazlif, hurriedly took off her cardigan and forcefully threw it at them. T'Pol and the two security stood up, almost in a panic, as the ringing stopped. McKenzie verbally "ripped into" them. T'Pol didn't fully understand the saying before but now she did. She also now understood the Scottish reputation. Both of them equally terrifying when used in the manner McKenzie was using. The Scazlif were obviously terrified. T'Pol had been at the receiving end of a few human outbursts before and she knows the feeling of hearing one, of this intensity, for the first time. And as the room dropped into silence, McKenzie walked over to pick up her cardigan and back to her seat. And the moment she sat back down, a thud was heard from one of the Scazlif. They had fainted. And all the other Scazlif moved away from them like oil and water. A few moments later, that Scazlif was carried into medbay with T'Pol, the two security, and Zalki. Phlox and the other security were on their third round of sedating Tango. Something was definitely up. As T'Pol looked over to Officer Crown Jewels, who unfortunately was kicked, Archer came scurrying in.

"What happened?" He looked uneasy. And rightfully so as T'Pol looked over to Phlox and saw that he too was expressing similar emotions.

As the incident with the Scazlif was explained, Archer slowly made his way to Tango. He could see that the restraints had been broken and hastily tied back together. And as the boy had the top of his uniform taken off leaving him in a vest, he could also see bruising starting to develop on his shoulders from where the crew had to hold him down.

Archer didn't know it at the time but when Phlox and T'Pol looked his way, asking something, he snapped back to reality and realised he was holding Tango's hand. He tried his best to subtly remove his hand but he knew that his two best friends saw it. He wasn't sure about the crew but there was a chance they saw it too. He doesn't normally do this. What was going on with him?

After speaking with Zalki about their fellow crewmate's behaviour and seeing if it's normal or if they now pose a threat to the Enterprise's crew, a noise was heard from the other end of the medbay. From one of the beds.

"Doc?" It was Tango.

All four of them walked over to the boy's bedside and when Tango saw Zalki his eyes went as wide as a dear in the headlights of a car. Phlox asked Zalki to take a step back, knowing what was going to happen if Tango could still see him. T'Pol kept looking at Tango as Archer looked back and forth between Phlox and Tango. Phlox moved his focus back to his patient:

"Tango, do you know where you are?"

Tango nodded, his gaze looking as if it was fixed on Phlox.

"Tango, I need a verbal response. Can you do that?"

"Yeah, yeah.." Tango stammered a response.

"Do you know where you are?"

Tango attempted to sit up bit the restraints were in the way, he grunted as he laid back down: "Enterprise, Medbay.."

"Good. How are you feeling?"

"Terrible."

"Understandable. Am I okay to remove the restraints?"

"Up to you Doc. It looks like you've put me in them for a reason."

"Do you think you'll be lashing out any time soon?"

"I don't know. I don't even remember how I got here."

Archer looked back at T'Pol and Phlox. T'Pol kept her neutral expression and Phlox gave a calming smile. His gaze automatically snapped to the light green shape edging towards them, Zalki. The fabric of the restraints could be heard tightening as Tango's body moved instinctively. The security officers stepped forward as Phlox and T'Pol slowly moved back. Archer, who wasn't experienced, didn't understand why they were moving and looked back at Tango. Tango looked like he was ready to fight. But he also looked scared. And Archer understood, a bit. Tango's expression reminded him of the time when he had fought back to bullies. And that wasn't fun...

"I believe that it'll be safer if we keep them on, hmm?" Phlox looked to everyone, acknowledging the disturbance caused by Zalki. He smiled at the four of them and then went to check on his other patients, hoping that they had a chance of waking up.

Archer looks at Tango's hands again and back up.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

"Erm, getting up off the weapons console, everything going black, and the feeling of falling. I don't remember anything else except coming round here..." Tango looks down at his wrists, "In restraints... Wow, I must have been fun if I broke the restraints."

As Tango study's the restraints, Zalki spoke up: "Are you sure you don't remember anything?"

Tango looks up, "Yeah... Why'd you ask?"

"Just.. curious."

"The human mind is a wonderful thing. I may not remember anything right now but I might later on or even years later."

If the Scazlif's face showed emotions, it would likely show some sort of surprise as they stood there, motionless, for almost a good minute without saying anything. Tango couldn't help but chuckle as he rests his head back down, the strain on his neck getting bad. T'Pol looked at Archer. Archer looked at T'Pol. They both looked confused. And as they both looked back at Zalki and Tango, they saw a death staring contest. And Zalki was winning. As Phlox made his way back over, the restraints were heard to be tightening again. It took Archer only a second to look back at Tango and see his upper half rip off the restraints and lunge at Zalki in even faster time. The human teenager managed to collide with the Scazlif both of them dropping to the medbay floor. Zalki made no sound. Tango on the other hand:

"Why?! Why won't you let us help?!" He screamed before T'Pol vulcan neck pinched him.

The senior staff looked at eachother in shock as the teen flopped onto the floor beside Zalki.

"Well, we need to upgrade our restraints..." One of the security could be hear mumbling from the stunned silence.

Zalki gracefully stood up and looked around.

"I apologise for our crewman's behaviour. As you can see, he is not in the correct state of mind." T'Pol was the one who broke the second bout of silence.

The second Scazlif appeared by T'Pol's side having woke up when Tango was knocked out.

"I don't understand, he has a strong mind. Why would he break so easily?" T'Pol's hearing picked up the mumble from the other Scazlif; surprising her but of course she doesn't show it or maybe she does as she looks at them with wide eyes the dots connecting in her head. She snaps her head to Phlox's direction.

"Have the other woken up?"

"Unfortunately not. They aren't even showing signs of waking which is concerning."

"Phlox, have you done a head scan on Tango?"

"Yes."

"Have you done one whilst he was unconscious?"

"Of course."

"May I see it?"

Phlox hesitated. T'Pol knew it was because of Doctor-Patient confidentiality, something that the Doctor had to follow. But...

"Of course..." He led T'Pol to a monitor.

T'Pol confirmed her suspicions and sternly talked with Phlox as Archer and three other crewmen moved Tango back onto the medical bed. Concern and even regret was flooding over Archer. His emotions were getting too strong the more he looked at the teenager. This was concerning. He's never felt this way to anyone before. Not even Tango. His gaze caught Zalki. And his human senses kicked into overdrive. Zalki was a threat. A threat he didn't know why. The same feeling was coming from the other Scazlif as he looks at them. The only other time be was scared for his was whenever the Suliban were on his ship and the fact that the Scazlif look like the Suliban was adding to the nerves. Archer knew he couldn't hold the panic back in his voice as he ordered security to escort the Scazlif to their quarters. All of them. He played it off for safety conserns; trying to turn it to their safety, of course. His crew knew that if their Captain was panicking then... Well, what was worse than bad?

One security officer had stayed behind, to help if necessary. And they had to help because when Archer walked over to T'Pol, passing the visually still unconscious Tango on the floor, the teen grabbed his Captain's ankle without warning. The security officer almost shot out of fear. That's the last time they let Commander Trip talk them into watching a horror movie.

Archer froze.

T'Pol froze.

Phlox yelled "STOP!" in a panic.

No one expected a human to come around from a Vulcan neck pinch within five minutes. The average is around ten but even that depends on the person.

Archer looked down, slowly. He could see a dazed Tango leaning on his side, looking up at Phlox. Archer slowly started to slide his foot away from Tango and out of his grip. The dazed teen got the hint and let go, rolling back onto his back with a complaining moan. Archer made his way over to T'Pol as Phlox tended to Tango. Archer still had his face of confusion and concern.

"T'Pol?"

"I don't understand."

Archer gives T'Pol a look. A look of give me anything, I'll take anything other than you don't understand. And as if she had read his mind, TPol responds:

"I do have a hypothesis though."

Archer looked back at Tango, who was now being restrained - again - on the bed, and then at Trip, and Malcom. His adult crew had not even flinched.

"Go on..." He turns back to T'Pol.

Malcolm and Trip met on their way to the Scazlif ship. The armoury officer got the engineering officer up to speed about the scan of the ship.

"Rector leak?! Are you sure...?!" Trip gave his 'are you kidding me' face. The scrunched up face that he would normally make whenever he had to come over to the armoury to fix something.

"Well, that's the readings that we got."

"Wait, 'we'?"

"Tango and I."

Trip shook his head. He still didn't trust Tango. Even if the boy had been on the ship for a while now and had proved that he was able to work as a crewmate rather than a passenger.

"Trip..." Malcolm tried to reassure his friend but got told to stop by a wave of a hand.

"Knowing you... You would've double checked to make sure. And I trust you, Malcom, so let's just get this over and done with." Trip continued with a tired sigh. Malcolm had caught him nearing the end of his shift and as Trip had been sleeping more - more like a human rather than an nocturnal creature - his pattern would be disturbed now and it was definitely on Trips mind.

"Where's their chief engineer anyway? I want some who knows the engine tell me what's wrong before I go tampering with anything."

"I've asked them to wait for us at the airlock."

"What do you think of these... people anyway?" Malcom looks conserned at Trip's question.

"Is it because they look like the Suliban? Trip, the Suliban haven't come out of hiding. And if they were to then we'll be the first to know."

"Who knows, Mal. These guys just creep me out."

Their conversation quietened down as they turned the corner and approached the air lock. They were the only species there. Malcolm checked the other corridors and still no one was there. They both sighed.

"Well, maybe they're inside?" Trip was getting impatient.

"Are you sure we should go inside? We at least need someone else on this side just in case we get stuck on the other side of the airlock."

Trip sighed. He didn't have the time for Malcom's objections or the patience. Which was strange. Because he would normally put up with the health and safety nerd. Because he was his friend and that's what friends do. So why was he getting so irritated?

"Fine. Go and get Forest or Willis. I'm sure one of them aren't busy." Trip almost spat out the words. Malcolm was taken aback and looked at him with a surprised look but said nothing. Malcom's facial expressions normally spoke more than a thousand words.

Trip soon realised the way that he responded to Malcolm and sighed, rubbing his eyes. He was about to apologise but Malcom had already left the room. Probably out of need to follow an order - everyone on the ship knows about his relationship with his family and formed a pact never to bring it up - or because he's upset. Malcolm was taking his time and Trip was getting even more fed up. He had been sat outside the airlock for the past 30, 40, 50 minutes and just wanted to get this over and done with. So Trip stood up and started the process of activating the airlock. At least they'll be on this side of the ship if something goes wrong and surely they're on their way by now. And as Trip was just crossing over to the airlock, he heard his name. He heard his name as clear as if they were right beside him. It sounded like Malcom but Malcolm wasn't here. It can't be any sort of hallucination because Phlox cleared the air of the Scazlif ship as supportable for Human life. He started getting dizzy as he heard a thud and a commotion of voices. Trips vision blurred as he lost his balance. He kept hearing Malcom's voice as clear as day but he could hardly hear the navy blue blur's voice, which had approached him during the commotion. It was just muffled noises. He tries to lean against the frame of the airlock but misses and starts to fall. The muffled voices were louder as if they were in shock or screaming but Trip couldn't understand. He kept falling, everything fading into black, and helpless to stop it. Everything stayed black. Trip hated the black. It reminded him of everytime he couldn't fall asleep. He hated it mainly because memories of his sister would surface and ruin any chances of him falling asleep at all. Trip tried to fight it. Fight it with all he could. But he couldn't. Why? Why couldn't he? He soon realised that he could feel things. Someone checking his pulse, someone failing to pick him up, someone succeeding to pick him up. No, two people picking him up. He could feel his body. That fueled Trips determination. He struggles against the darkness that fights him, trying to kick and scream. But nothing works. Nothing. Is this how Malcom feels when he looks like he wants to punch someone's face in but is bound by Star Fleet rules of command?

Trip keeps fighting though. Fueled by the thought that he battle brother would be doing the same. He kept trying to kick out, SCREAM, MOVE ANYTHING!