Mal The Knife
A little something for Halloween; contains slash relationship.
T/R, PG-13, AU
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Trip Tucker peeked his head around the corner of the kitchen in their apartment; Malcolm and he were assigned to the research facility for Engineering at Starfleet for several months until the refit of the Enterprise was completed. Both men had been working on upgrades of essential systems and the engineering facilities were implementing their improvements into the ship's systems.
The chief engineer of the Enterprise got a glimpse of the table where the Englishman was going to do his 'deed'. Everything was covered in plastic drop cloths so that the mess would be minimized, and a full set of knives was laid out for use – large butcher knife, a couple different sizes of paring knives - and a couple of scooping implements. There was a bowl for the innards - Malcolm was fond of cleaning them off, adding Worchester sauce and salt, then baking until done. Trip himself wasn't too fond of the result – it was too strongly seasoned, the taste harsh and strong . . . But this was Malcolm's 'baby', and the Southerner let him enjoy himself.
Suddenly Trip got an idea and retired to his office, intent on retrieving his camera. He knew that once Malcolm began, he would be totally focused on the task. The pictures should be good, and he could kid his partner about the results.
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It was time for Trip to make his move – to quietly position himself and collect the evidence.
Malcolm stood above his victim, having marked out the areas to be cut into – as usual he aimed for the complicated – strived for 'a work of art'. He picked up the butcher knife, held it in his hand, fondling the grip.
Trip took his first picture. The look on Malcolm's face was classic – almost 'homicidal maniac quality', and the armory officer stabbed downward through the top. He made a circle, so as to allow entry to the inside – a necessary first stop – and pulled the top off.
Tendrils of flesh were attached to the top, but Reed didn't pay them much attention and made quick work of cleaning the tatters from the circle. He then buried his right arm deep into the body, grabbing the reproductive organs and pulled, depositing them in the bowl. Again and again he gleaned the cavity until all the innards that he wanted were removed. Malcolm placed them aside and picked up a scoop.
Quickly with economy of motion, he scraped the body cavity clean, and neat, preparing it for the final part of the process. Malcolm picked up a paring knife – long and thin – and plunged it into the orange flesh following the pattern he had preordained. Using the shortest knife he flicked the chunks of the loosened matter out from the pattern.
The Jack O 'Lantern was now complete.
Only then did Malcolm notice that Trip had been taking pictures – he smirked at the man who said, "Darlin', you are so dangerous with that knife. Glad I'm not that pumpkin."
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