Mal Goes Ahh!
Title: Mal Goes Ahh!
Author: Zoë [email protected]
Pairing: Tucker/Reed PG13
Disclaimer: Not mine, please don’t sue.
Feedback: If you feel this piece warrants it, yes please
Archive: Again, if you wish it, EntSTSlash, WWOMB, MEG, ReedsArmoury
Summary: Sweet fluff written for Mahlia, who is having a bad day! It aint nothing heavy, in fact it's so light, it may even just float away! Unbeta’d, so all the many (no doubt) mistakes are all mine! If anyone can think of a proper title…LOL
The note just read “Observation Lounge,
2100hours, tonight.” Malcolm didn’t recognize the writing or the paper, but he
did understand the message.
But who was it, asking for his presence, and why? He had no idea
and only 9 hours to go before he was due there. With all the work in the
armoury, he knew he wouldn’t have time to attempt to track down the culprit.
So he didn’t bother, he just buckled down to his work, content to bury himself
deep into the phase pistols and let his mind wander.
He never even heard the door open, never heard the soft footsteps
taken, and jumped as the voice spoke. “Hey, Malcolm, whatcha doing?”
“Bloody hell, Commander. I was miles away.” He glared at his
superior officer.
“Sorry, I think I realised that when you jumped 2 foot in the
air.”
Malcolm ran a grubby hand over his face. “It’s okay, I apologise,
I should have been taking more notice of where I was, and who was entering.”
He held up the phase pistol for Trip to look at. “Phase pistols.” he said
unnecessarily.
Trip grinned. “Er, yeah, I can see they’re phase pistols. What
you doin’ with them?”
“Mending them, what do you think I’m doing with them?” Grinning
at his friend, Malcolm lowered the pistols and stood up. “Is there anything
else I can help you with, Trip?”
“Nope, guess not.” He had a very sheepish look on his face, and
Malcolm was suspicious. “See ya, Mal.”
Malcolm watched the commander walk back out of the armoury,
wondering at the nonsense that had just passed for conversation. Shrugging it
off, despite still feeling wary, he returned to his work.
Work finished for the day, he handed over to his second in
command, and strolled back to his quarters, ready for a hot shower. Opening
the door, he made his way through, and stood stock-still.
There, on his computer desk, was a huge slice of pineapple cake.
The aroma tempted his taste buds, and made his mouth water. He made the
decision to eat it before he had his shower, and that done, sat down and
started in on it.
It was, quite simply, the best ever pineapple cake he’d ever
tasted, and, swirling his fingers around the plate to ensure he got all the butter
cream, he was a little sad that he’d eaten it all.
Licking his lips, he wondered where it had appeared from. But his
tired brain refused to function properly, so he cast it aside for the moment,
and went to shower.
The hot water blazed down over his body, rinsing away the stresses
and strains of the day, the soapy lime-scented gel perking him up, and ridding
him of the fatigue that had enclosed him. He took his time, enjoying the feel
and heat of the shower.
Finally feeling human again, he dried himself off, using one of
his large fluffy white towels to chase the droplets away.
As he moved back into his room, he spared a glance for the
chronometer. 2045 hours. Jeez, he thought, didn’t realise I had been in there
for that long.
“What to wear, that is the question…” Malcolm spoke out loud as he
opened his closet. Finding some soft dark blue trousers, and a lighter blue
short-sleeved shirt, he was positive that they would do. Smart yet casual.
He dressed quickly, then left the comfort of his room for the
unknown. The anticipation he had felt on finding the note returned. He slowed
his steps and pondered on what he would find.
Malcolm was a naturally suspicious man by nature, and this was, he
felt, something out of the ordinary. However, being as he was on Enterprise,
it didn’t really worry him. His curiosity overrode any other feeling he felt.
Arriving at the Lounge, he paused briefly, before entering. He
strode into a dim room, lit only by candles placed strategically around the
room. “Candles? But they aren’t allowed…are they?” The random thought
entered his brain.
Silently, he moved further into the room. As he did, he felt
something underfoot, and, glancing down, found the room strewn with red rose
petals.
Curiouser and curiouser, he reflected. Raising his head, he saw,
at the far end of the room, another figure, standing by the huge windows.
Malcolm couldn’t quite make out any features, so he moved closer, crunching his
way over the petals.
As he moved nearer, the other figure turned and smiled at him.
“Malcolm, so glad you could come.”
“Why me? What did I do right?” Malcolm’s face lit up with a soft
smile. “How did I deserve this…” his hand moved to encompass the room.
“You were just yourself. I figured you needed a small treat, a
token of our esteem. And I wanted to be the one to give it you. I…I hope you
don’t mind?” The voice tailed off, waiting for a sign from Malcolm.
“No…no, I don’t mind. It’s wonderful. I love it. Thank you.”
As Malcolm reached the other person, he raised his hand and gentle
caressed the blond locks.
“I suppose you were the one responsible for that wonderful cake in
my room too?”
“I was. I had Hoshi and chef help me bake it. And the rest of
the cake, I have here.”
“Oh Trip, this is just gorgeous. I’ll have to find some way to
thank you.”
Trip just grinned, and, pulling the smaller man towards him,
lowered his head and took Malcolm’s lips in a searing kiss.
“I don’t need thanking, just need you…”