<USS Cervantes> (Alternative/Unused) Untitled - Embot Fixes Mallory

LOL... I wrote this not realizing that Saskia had already wrote the part for 
Mallory -- it's too bad Lar and Chase didn't have breakfast either... (yeah 
that's how bad I am about reading logs...) Anyhow, why let this one go into 
the digital vault and collect bad sectors? So here's an alternative version 
of Mallory getting healed, of course not meant to be apart of the 
storyline... Think of it more like one of those deleted scenes in the DVD 
extras on the USS Cervantes Criterion Collection Complete Season DVD Box 
Set... Enjoy!!

Glenn

(Alternative/Unused) Untitled - Embot Fixes Mallory
by Chase Mallory

Iynx was busy when Mallory returned to the Cervantes with the rest of the 
crew. The holographic emergency medical doctor tended to his wounds. It 
chided him the entire time for breaking all of the Prime Directive's 
protocols; worse, it was told that Mallory had fought one of the lizards. 
"You know better than to pick a fight with a reptile." It clicked his tongue 
and grudgingly healed him. "I should just leave you on the biobed to 
contemplate what you did down there. It was unethical." 

Mallory just grunted and stared at the ceiling listening to the machine 
dispense adages, medical facts, and motherly reprimands as if it understood a 
lick of what it was actually spouting. Some of the comments didn't even 
relate, and other times it sounded more like a sufi instructing Mallory as to 
where he should have planted his feet - that is to block an attacking set of 
talons. 

A gush of cold air washed over Mallory cooling the perspiration on his face - 
the dermal regenerator was taking it out on his system, the AI hologram was 
really taking it out on him. 

"Who the devil are you? What are you doing in my sickbay? We didn't order a 
maid.  Hey, what're you-AHH!! Don't grab me there-AHH!! That's not an off 
switch!!! EMH to sec-" The voice evaporated into digital noise.



Mallory poked his head up, but a hand pushed him back against the pillow. 
"Lay there and don't move." Embot flipped a medical tricorder open and 
examined Mallory from toe to head. She stared at him gravely, but somehow it 
appeared much more friendly than the EMH. "You have broken ribs, a puncture 
in your right side, some internal bleeding, now stopped - thank God, and 
apparently no brain." She snapped the tricorder shut. "What the fuck is wrong 
with you?"



Mallory smiled. "Good to see you again too," he said through a wince.



Embot took up the dermal regenerator, planted her hand firmly against his 
right side, and began to heal him. Mallory winced and gasped for breath. 
"Should you really be doing this? I saw how you manhandled that chicken last 
time." He coughed. 



"Lie still." 



"Just cause you have a Doctorate, doesn't make you a Doctor…"



"Shut up, Mallory!" Embot's voice actually cracked. Mallory side-glanced at 
her; Embot's blue eyes averted from his. She continued to run the regenerator 
over the wound. Chase fell silent and allowed Embot to finish. "Lay there," 
Embot told him quietly. Mallory didn't dare move. "Tell me where it hurts." 
She had cut his shirt open and probed her finger tips around his abdomen. 



Mallory winced. 



"You'll barely feel this." Mallory felt a warm ray strike his stomach and 
then a probe of some sort inserted inside of him. He winced in extreme pain 
but Embot pushed him flat against the biobed. Mallory fisted his hands; he 
breathed deep, held his breath, and exhaled. For the next hour, Embot healed 
him bone by bone, every wound. "Get up."



Mallory sat.



"It'll be painful, but you'll live."



"Thanks." 



Embot returned with a fresh uniform in a dry cleaners bag. Mallory took it 
from her and headed to one of the dressing rooms to change. It was a long 
time since he wore a standard issue Federation jumpsuit. It didn't quite feel 
right; Mallory tugged and rotated his arms. He stepped out. "My cigarettes."



"Keep off them for a while."



"How do I look?"



"Professional."



"I hate it."



"I wear my uniform." She ran her long fingers over the frilly lace on her 
low-cut bodice.



Mallory grinned. "I'll live."

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