Author: Lady Starblade -- [email protected]
Rating: G
Pairing: T/R
Category: Drabbles
Spoilers: Nope
Warnings: Nope
Archive: Entslash; Anyone else, if ya want it, take it. Just let me know where.
Feedback: <in best Roger Rabbit voice> Pppppleeeease!
Disclaimer: Hahaha.....I don't own 'em, Paramount does. And someone's making a lot of money off of Enterprise, but not me, and not with this fic.
Author's Note: I'm working on four different fics this evening, and a pair of bunnies hopped up to join them. Killed them pretty quick with a couple of drabbles. But they'll probably be back and in greater numbers. <sigh>
Summary: Malcolm's afraid to ask. A pair of drabbles.
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I have never been so terrified in my life.
Strange that I should be so scared of the one person that I have always felt safe with. The thought that I'm afraid of the man I love doesn't sit well with me.
Trip's laughing at something, completely unaware of what is about to happen. That is, if I don't lose my nerve. I take a deep breath and leap.
"Trip?" I feel every part of me coil--from fear or anticipation?
"Yeah?" Those impossibly blue eyes look at me, and I know I'm out of time.
"Will you marry me?"
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I've never seen Malcolm look so scared before.
Even after all the time we've been together, I think he's still afraid that one day I'm gonna wake up, say "What was I thinking?" and walk away from him.
Sometimes that's charming. Most of the time, it's irritating. Right now, I just wanna grab him by the shoulders and shake him until that look goes away.
Then I realize he just asked me something.
He wants to marry me. I feel the biggest grin of my life split my face.
"Of course I'll marry you, darlin'."
He doesn't look scared anymore.
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~200
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