Disclaimer: I do not own Enterprise, Jonathon Archer, Malcolm Reed, Charles
Tucker, or Travis Mayweather. Darn it.
Author's Note: Hello again! Here is some pointless fluff. Enjoy!
She Smiled
Malcolm Reed was lonely. He had been working in the armory for five straight hours. Working not with people, but with some torpedoes, cold metallic torpedoes that wouldn't even align properly. You would think that after all the time and effort that he had invested in this relationship they would lovingly submit to his desires.
Oh bloody hell, am I actually implying that I am in a relationship with these damn torpedoes . . .?
Yes, yes you are Malcolm. I think I'll get a drink now. Indeed a drink will do very nicely.
Running his hand through his brown tufts of hair, Malcolm began his journey through the dimly lit corridors to the mess hall. The past couple months had been hard on everybody. The destruction of the Xindi weapon was a much more somber mission than the original, much more. Yet, Malcolm couldn't help indulging his sorrows. He had felt so alone lately. Mind you he was used to being alone, but now more than ever he felt suffocated by isolation.
Oh well, I am a Starfleet officer. I can handle it. Besides it's not like I haven't ever been alone before.
There was scarcely anyone in the mess hall when he entered. Just a few officers scattered here and there were drinking coffee and such, not anyone he knew well. Malcolm trudged over to the food replicator and ordered him a big tall glass of refreshing pineapple juice, yes pineapple juice.
"Been a long day Malcolm?" came an angelic voice behind him.
Malcolm swiveled around in surprise to see none other than Ensign Hoshi Sato standing with hands clasped behind her back and her luscious eyes peering amiably straight at him.
"Oh, yes, yes it has been. Thank you for asking." Malcolm stammered.
She smiled.
He wasn't lonely anymore.
Author's Note: Any advice that you could give me would be fabulous. Reviewers get free tickets to Disney World!
Author's Note: Hello again! Here is some pointless fluff. Enjoy!
She Smiled
Malcolm Reed was lonely. He had been working in the armory for five straight hours. Working not with people, but with some torpedoes, cold metallic torpedoes that wouldn't even align properly. You would think that after all the time and effort that he had invested in this relationship they would lovingly submit to his desires.
Oh bloody hell, am I actually implying that I am in a relationship with these damn torpedoes . . .?
Yes, yes you are Malcolm. I think I'll get a drink now. Indeed a drink will do very nicely.
Running his hand through his brown tufts of hair, Malcolm began his journey through the dimly lit corridors to the mess hall. The past couple months had been hard on everybody. The destruction of the Xindi weapon was a much more somber mission than the original, much more. Yet, Malcolm couldn't help indulging his sorrows. He had felt so alone lately. Mind you he was used to being alone, but now more than ever he felt suffocated by isolation.
Oh well, I am a Starfleet officer. I can handle it. Besides it's not like I haven't ever been alone before.
There was scarcely anyone in the mess hall when he entered. Just a few officers scattered here and there were drinking coffee and such, not anyone he knew well. Malcolm trudged over to the food replicator and ordered him a big tall glass of refreshing pineapple juice, yes pineapple juice.
"Been a long day Malcolm?" came an angelic voice behind him.
Malcolm swiveled around in surprise to see none other than Ensign Hoshi Sato standing with hands clasped behind her back and her luscious eyes peering amiably straight at him.
"Oh, yes, yes it has been. Thank you for asking." Malcolm stammered.
She smiled.
He wasn't lonely anymore.
Author's Note: Any advice that you could give me would be fabulous. Reviewers get free tickets to Disney World!