Malcolm's Bad Day
TITLE:- Malcolm’s Bad Day
Author:- Zoë [email protected]
Pairing:- Tucker/Reed
Rating:- PG13
Disclaimer:- Not mine, Paramount’s. Im
a skint nurse, please don’t sue!
Archive:- If it’s wanted, then EntSTSlash, MEG, ReedsArmory, wherever!!
Feedback:- Yes pretty please
Beta:- Unbeta’d – all mistakes my own
Summary:- A short, sappy, sweet fic.
Authors Note:- Just a little fic for Louise who wanted some sweet Tucker/Reed fic! Does this ring a
bell, Louise?? 12. International Moment of Frustration Scream Day
Malcolm was
having a bad day. So bad he was almost ready to rip someone’s head off. In
fact, he thought to himself, the next person to walk through the armoury door,
and ask him yet again what he was doing hiding in here, would be slapped. Soundly.
Sighing loudly, he set his
mind back on the task before him. Several days earlier, a couple of his phase
pistols had acted up, luckily just during a training exercise. Unfortunately,
he still hadn’t found out what was wrong with them, and his frustration was
increasing. So much so, he had dismissed all his officers for the day and was
holed up with the pistols, alone, in his armoury.
He’d opened them, stripped
them down, rebuilt them, several times and still he couldn’t find anything
amiss with them. He stood up and paced backwards and forwards. Suddenly, he
exploded.
“You fucking, shitting
bastards! What the fuck is wrong with you?”
As he paced away from the
door, screaming and yelling, he missed the gentle swish that heralded a
visitor. Scrubbing a dirty hand across his face and through his hair, he also
missed the wistful look as the visitor looked across to him.
A gentle coughing startled
Malcolm and he spun around, to find Trip standing there, with a sparkle in his
eyes, and an amused expression on his face.
“Whatcha doing down here,
Malcolm?”
“Arrrghhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!” came
back the answer, and Trip was surprised to see a very irritated armoury officer
stalking across the floor to him, clenching and unclenching his fists, and
gritting his teeth. Almost involuntary, Trip took several steps backwards.
“Errr, Malcolm? Did I say
something wrong?”
“Say something wrong? SAY
SOMETHING WRONG? I told myself, the next person to walk through my armoury
door and ask me THE SAME STUPID QUESTION would get hmprhhhhhh”
Trip had heard enough and
stopped the yelling with one sweet, simple, passionate kiss. He grabbed hold
of Malcolm’s waist and pulled him in tight, still exploring the hot, sweet
mouth of his lover.
Malcolm melted. If he had
been chocolate, he would have been in a puddle on the floor. He clasped one
hand behind Trip’s neck and ran the other hand through the silky soft hair.
“Hmmm, that was…delicious.”
He murmured against the sensual mouth.
Trip lifted Malcolm’s chin
until he could look him in the eye. Sympathetically, he asked, “Had a bad day,
Mal?”
Blushing, Malcolm realized
what he’d been about to do to his lover before Trip had stopped him.
“Trip. I’m sorry, love.
It’s just…yes, I had a bad day.” He glanced towards the floor, then, just like
sunshine after a rainy day, he gave a dazzling smile up towards his lover.
“Not now, though, not now!”