So this is an idea that I have had since I first watched Terra Nova. I wrote this ages ago, but I was never happy with it. After waiting for several months, I have decided that it is time to just post this. It's very short and I'm still not happy with it, but the idea still amuses me, so hopefully it will amuse you too. Basically, this came about because I just thought the storyline with the Malcolmus Pterosauri or, as I like to call them, the cockblocking birds, could have done with some improvements, specifically improvements involving a slightly insane Malcolm. In short, this fic is just to share the image that I have of Malcolm saying a specific line with you all. It's not some great literary work, just the product of my strange mind.
Disclaimer: I don't own Terra Nova or any of the characters.
Malcolm sat up in his hideout in the trees outside of Terra Nova. He waited, keeping an eye on the colony with his binoculars. Well technically not all of the colony, just one house in particular: the Shannon's house. He had not been impressed when he found out that Elizabeth's husband had snuck his way into Terra Nova. Malcolm was the reason that Elizabeth had been recruited in the first place and he had not planned for the added complication of her husband. It was safe to say that things were not playing out the way that he had hoped they would.
Malcolm watched through his binoculars, seeing that Jim and Elizabeth were walking into the bedroom. Malcolm didn't like where this was heading. He knew that he had to act now. He turned to look at the birds that littered the branches next to him. They were his own little flock of Malcolmus Pterosauri, a name he had given to the birds when he had discovered them while OTG one day. He looked over to the birds. They seemed to wait for his orders, eager for him to tell them their task. They were his own little winged helpers, willing to help him with anything.
"Fly, my pretties! Fly!" Malcolm ordered, waving his hands and sending the birds flying towards Terra Nova, straight towards the Shannons.
He cackled madly, watching as Jim walked out, trying to shoo the birds away. A few birds stayed on the fence, occupying Jim while the other birds flew back to Malcolm, satisfied that the job was complete. One of the Malcolmus Pterosauri rested on Malcom's hand and looked up at him fondly. Malcolm gently stroked the bird's head, rewarding it for a job well done. They had done it. Together they had succeeded. Malcolm knew that he would always be able to count of his Malcolmus Pterosauri to do his dirty business.