AN: What can I say? I wanted to write something else, but this came out. It came as much as a surprise to me as to you. Enjoy!
Annoying technologic junk.
"The man stepped closer, not showing the uncomfortable feeling that was building up in his stomach. Had he finally met his equal? But the man wasn't a normal man, no! T'was an armory officer! He was not willing to be beaten so easily by outgrown annoying piece of technologic junk, so the Brit gave all that he had left in him. He worked fast and was almost done, when the same monster of a computer decided it did not want to be realigned by the petit Starfleet officer. It attacked in the only way possible at the time; A shock of electricity shot through the Brit's arm. Clearly there was now a winner. Revenge was all the small armory officer wanted as he was hauled back to sickbay, his hair still sticking up and-"
"TRIP!"
Enterprise's chief engineer looked up at the glaring face of the same ship's security officer. Victory Trip smirked. He had finally managed to get Malcolm to react.
When he had first found the man sitting stiffly at one of the tables, one hand in layers of bandage, the other attacking his food and a sulk firmly in place, Trip had wondered what had happened this time. But Malcolm seemed determined not to talk about it.
"So you wanna tell me what happened now?" Trip asked when the Lieutenant had gone back at brutally stabbing his food.
"Well certainly not that." Malcolm answered, looking back up. Trip raised an eyebrow as if to say 'Oh yeah?' The commander raised his cup of coffee to take a sip.
"Besides, I'm not small." Malcolm stated firmly and Trip choked on his coffee, laughing.
"AND-" He continued, not missing the look on his friend's face. 'I would never have such a ridiculous 'battle' with a simple computer."
"Ah, come on. You've gotta admit, it would be pretty cool!" Trip defended his story-telling skills. Malcolm only raised his eyebrows.
"Ah know that look." Trip said, pointing his finger towards his companion. "Have you been taking lessons from T'pol?"
"Taking lessons for what, may I ask, Commander?" Came a voice from behind the Chief engineer. Malcolm had trouble controlling his laughter when a look of horror flashed across Trip's face.
"Well, er..You know.." Trip started, turning around to face T'pol. Malcolm enjoyed a few more seconds of the scene enfolding in front of him as Trip tried to search for an excuse, before getting up.
"If you'll excuse me, T'pol, Commander. The armory is waiting." T'pol nodded at him, but Trip shot him a look that said 'I am so getting you for this later'.
' Sorry buddy, but I'm not getting involved in this.' Malcolm thought, and shrugged at his friend's face. He turned and left the table, feeling a bit sorry that he would miss the spectacular show that would soon enfold in the mess. He wondered who would win, and decided that he would ask Trip about it later. Even if he knew that the most he would get were some glares. But for now, he had more important things to do...
While he had been sitting in the mess hall plotting- er, eatinghe had gotten a most brilliant idea. Even if I say so, myself. Malcolm grinned and stepped into the armory.
He nodded at a passing member and after that his eyes immediately fell on the outgrown annoying piece of technologic junk at the back against the wall.
Sweet, sweet revenge. Malcolm thought, as he approached the computer. I am going to realign you. Even if it's the last thing I do!
Fin.
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