Hi!
LL back again
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Wish I did, but nope. I don't.
This just came to me the other night when I couldn't sleep. It's just something small, and a one off. It just bugged me until I wrote it.
Enjoy.
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Hoshi picked up her tray and scanned the mess hall. She spotted a slight, dark haired figure in the corner, his table covered in data PADDs, and she headed over.
"Malcolm? Malcolm?" He was so lost in his own world that he didn't hear her.
Hoshi smiled mischievously.
"Sweetie?"
His head jerked up at that, but he grinned when he saw who it was and indicated for her to sit down. She accepted his invitation, and moved over a pile of PADDs to unload her tray. Malcolm was picking at a bowl of pineapple ice-cream while he scanned whatever was written on one of his PADD.
"How was your day?" he asked her, finally putting it down to look at Hoshi.
"Same old, same old. You?"
"Well, I was in the armoury for a while. Ensign Michaels and I serviced all the plasma rifles and phase pistols, and then I went to engineering. Lieutenant Rostov and ..."
Hoshi let him talk on, the techno-babble going way over her head. Even though she saw him every day, Hoshi took the time to study him. His bright blue eyes were framed by dark lashes that women would kill for. His hair was in need of a cut, and was getting a little curly.
He was so handsome. Smart too. His father would be so proud of him. Unfortunately, his father had died four years before from an allergic reaction to an insect bite. His death had hit Malcolm hard. One of the last things he had done though was to tell his son how much he loved him, and how proud he was of him. Hoshi knew that Malcolm carried that with him always.
A blush spread across his cheeks when he caught her staring.
"What? What is it? Do I have ice-cream on my face or something?"
"No, no. I was just thinking. Your father would be so proud of you."
"Do you really think so?"
"Honey, I know so. He loved you so much, and I know that you worshipped the ground he walked on. He was so proud of you."
His smile lit up the room, and Hoshi felt her heart squeeze with love. It was amazing how much she loved, him, and would kill to protect him without hesitation.
"Malcolm," she said, pushing away her half-finished meal, "I have an idea. It's obvious that you're not too enamored with your desert."
"That's the truth. Seems chef has gone on strike for a while," he grinned at her.
"Can you keep a secret?" she asked in a conspiratorial whisper.
"Always."
"Well, the last time we were on Earth, my mom gave me a stash of real Belgian chocolate for this trip. She said to save it for a rainy day, but since it doesn't rain in space, I think she'd approve."
"Wait, wait. There's been chocolate in our quarters for the last five months, and I never found it? How is that possible? Where did you put it?"
"Ah, now that would be telling."
"Mean!"
"I know, I know. You want some?"
"It's a date."
"Come on then," Hoshi said, pushing back her chair, and standing up. "We have some calories to ingest."
"Coming Mom," Malcolm said, standing and gathering up his PADD's.
Captain Hoshi Sato-Reed put her arm around her fifteen year old son's shoulders, and together, she and Malcolm Reed the Second walked home.
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R&R please!
Lieutenantslady
