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Summary: Malcolm experiences the unexpected.
Authors Notes: This is story two in "The Unexpected" series
which basically deals with some of the things Malcolm never expected
when he signed on to Enterprise. You might also like to know that
each story contains Australian spelling along with spoilers for
seasons 2, 3 and 4.
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Thanks: To Mareel for checking this over for me.
The small Xindi ship had been filled to capacity when we had taken
off, now all I could think was there were far too many empty seats
for the return journey.
I glance down at the silent communicator in my hand and then over
at the vacant space beside where Hoshi is seated, recalling the
captains last words to her, to us all. He had said not to worry -
that he had no intentions of dying here. There had been no reason to
doubt what we had been told. Unlike before, this was not a suicide
mission. There was something wrong though. It was taking too long.
Lifting my gaze I follow Hoshi's line of sight to the open view
screen. From where I am sitting the Xindi sphere appears as it had
when we first located it, silent and deadly. A weapon of mass
destruction created for one purpose, to annihilate the human race.
It is difficult to comprehend the level of fear and hatred necessary
to inspire such a device, although I know that the Xindi are not the
first race to take such steps to insure what they perceive is their
own survival. Earth's own history was riddled with similar attempts,
I remind myself.
Still, it is with a growing sense of helplessness that I search
the view for signs of change and a sickening horror that I watch as a
sudden flash of light appears without warning on the far right of the
As is expected the first explosion is closely followed by a series
of others, a chain reaction caused by the charges we had
strategically placed around the main structure.
It all seems unreal, not possible and yet as the explosions grow
in intensity and the first wave hits us, rocking the small ship and
its crew, I know it is. Nothing imagined or contrived could hurt this
much, or cause this much pain.
Another shockwave hits us even before we can recover from the
first and I raise my communicator in one last desperate attempt to
make contact, but I already know it's too late, that there was no
more we could do - that we can't stay here. As planned the weapon is
being destroyed, taking anyone still left on board with it.
I nod, acknowledging the unspoken question and lower my
I am forced to hold Hoshi's wrists and try to remain seated as the
transport takes off. I don't expect her to be so strong, or to come
at me with so much venom. Not after everything she's been through,
what I know the reptilians did to her. Strength isn't about size
however, it's about passion, and in this case, heart break coupled
with unadulterated rage.
"No," she screams. "We can't leave. We have to wait for the
I wish I could do as she asks, and that I had her luxury for tears
right now, but we have neither the time nor the shielding to stay and
mourn the man who had given his life to save humanity - the man I
loved, but never told.
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