This drabble was written in response to a challenge at The Delphic Expanse Fan community. The prompt was: Shuttlepod.
Malcolm moaned in pain as he stood up, his neck aching from the shock.
"Bloody hell," he spat.
"You okay, Mal?" asked Trip.
"Fine. Except for whiplash," replied Malcolm, sitting down.
Trip stood up. "I can help."
Malcolm looked at him skeptically. "Not that Vulcan mumbo jumbo?"
Trip's fingers pressed into his neck, firmly. Sharp pain turned to dull pain turned to pleasure.
"You can thank T'Pol later," replied a grinning Trip.
