It Could Happen
By Like A Stone
Summary: The highly impropable, totally illogical, spatial anomical tragedy of Malcolm Reed and Charles Tucker. But it could happen.
Disclaimer: fjdakl;dfjdoaphkqlnrm;qw0;c qjkdgf[ajl;cj./ qmql;mklcu0opkl;'m Dedicated to whoever plays Chef. I love you.
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"That away mission wasn't too bad," Trip said, turning his bare back to Malcolm.
Malcolm spread the blue decon gel completely across his right palm, "Yeah. I mean we didn't meet any transexuals, no one got mugged, no one got pregnant, and the ship was still here when we got back."
"That puts it somewhere in the top 3, huh? Oh, by the way, Mal, did you remember to bring your communicator back?" Trip looked over his shoulder and smiled at Malcolm's glare.
"Think you're funny, huh? After 2 weeks of sharing a room with you, I won't mind some time alone," Malcolm finished covering Trip's back in blue, "Turn around."
"Well, at least I won't have to listen to you talk in your sleep - it's a damn good thing the sub-commander didn't hear the things that you were saying about her."
"Well, at least I don't snore."
"Hey! I don't snore."
"You walk in your sleep too."
"You grind your teeth."
Malcolm handed the can of gel to Trip and turned his own bare back to his friend, "Well then, it's a damn good thing I get to sleep ALONE tonight."
"You said it."
Just then the ship shook unexpectedly. Trip reflexively grabbed Malcolm's torso as they fell to the floor.
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"Damn, spatial anomalies," Archer mumbled under his breath, "Report."
"All decks suffered no damage - except for decon," said a monotone T'pol.
The commlink buzzed.
"Phlox to the Captain."
"Archer here."
"Um.. You may want to come down here to sickbay. We have a rather interesting predicament."
"What is it?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, sir."
- - - - - - - - - - - - TBC. Yes, I know where this is headed. No, this is not slash.
Summary: The highly impropable, totally illogical, spatial anomical tragedy of Malcolm Reed and Charles Tucker. But it could happen.
Disclaimer: fjdakl;dfjdoaphkqlnrm;qw0;c qjkdgf[ajl;cj./ qmql;mklcu0opkl;'m Dedicated to whoever plays Chef. I love you.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"That away mission wasn't too bad," Trip said, turning his bare back to Malcolm.
Malcolm spread the blue decon gel completely across his right palm, "Yeah. I mean we didn't meet any transexuals, no one got mugged, no one got pregnant, and the ship was still here when we got back."
"That puts it somewhere in the top 3, huh? Oh, by the way, Mal, did you remember to bring your communicator back?" Trip looked over his shoulder and smiled at Malcolm's glare.
"Think you're funny, huh? After 2 weeks of sharing a room with you, I won't mind some time alone," Malcolm finished covering Trip's back in blue, "Turn around."
"Well, at least I won't have to listen to you talk in your sleep - it's a damn good thing the sub-commander didn't hear the things that you were saying about her."
"Well, at least I don't snore."
"Hey! I don't snore."
"You walk in your sleep too."
"You grind your teeth."
Malcolm handed the can of gel to Trip and turned his own bare back to his friend, "Well then, it's a damn good thing I get to sleep ALONE tonight."
"You said it."
Just then the ship shook unexpectedly. Trip reflexively grabbed Malcolm's torso as they fell to the floor.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Damn, spatial anomalies," Archer mumbled under his breath, "Report."
"All decks suffered no damage - except for decon," said a monotone T'pol.
The commlink buzzed.
"Phlox to the Captain."
"Archer here."
"Um.. You may want to come down here to sickbay. We have a rather interesting predicament."
"What is it?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, sir."
- - - - - - - - - - - - TBC. Yes, I know where this is headed. No, this is not slash.