title: Maybe (songfic)
author:Keenir
summary: Malcolm and Hoshi find themselves living a day in the life of a song... (unfortunately, I can't recall the rest of the
song's lines; sorry).
disclaimer: I own neither the song (Bonnie Rait(sp?) does), nor Enterprise.
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We Stand Just A Little Too Close
Trip lowered the bar, and the lift began to move. "Thanks for saving me a spot."
"No prob." And he squirmed to the side, pushing Phlox inoffensively - he was reasonably certain it was an inoffensive gesture to the doc - and Travis. Travis, in order to avoid falling off one side, had to counter with a push to Malcolm.
And Malcolm pushed Hoshi into the closed bar.
"Do you mind?" Hoshi asked him.
"Can't help it."
Hoshi snorted. "Just watch those hands there, Kemosabe."
"Actually, the name's Reed. Malcolm Reed."
Trip muttered something about bad movie impressions.
Just when the lift was about to stop, Hoshi growled, "Those had better not be hands I feel."
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We Stare Just A Little Too Long
British eyes looked deeply into Japanese eyes in a scene that would not have been out of place in a gunslinger spaggetti Western.
Malcolm's eyebrows narrowed. Hoshi let her natural features guide her glare.
"I'm not moving," Hoshi said.
"Neither am I," Malcolm countered.
"I was here first."
" ' you think you are, in America? Land of first-come-first-serve?"
Trip got out of his chair, evil intents on his mind.
Just then, Travis darted in and grabbed the last of the fruitcake.
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Maybe They're Seeing Something We Don't
"Yeah, you did a mean one to Trip," Hoshi said. "I hear he's still
in intensive care."
"I hear he just likes Ensign Cutler giving him sponge baths." He could still remember the last time she'd given him one -- of course, he'd been recovering from extreme hypothermia at the time, so he'd been unable to enjoy it...
"So."
"So," Hoshi said back. Malcolm just waited. She cracked. "Okay,
truce?"
He would have shrugged, but one of the Commander's cheap shots'd done somethin unnatural to his collarbone. "I suppose so."
"Good," Hoshi said.
"Good?" Malcolm asked, repeating words not food.
"Yup," she said, grinning, "because you still owe me a fruitcake."
"I bloody well don't believe this," wondering if he could get a refund on a guardian angel.
"Or..."
"I'm listening."
"Well, I was just thinking..."
"I hear it happens every so often." Though not to the Captain lately.
Pretending he was being polite, "...I was wondering if you'd like to help me pick out a movie for this coming week."
"Most definately yes."
"You would?" Now Hoshi was dumbfounded, though she knew better than
to show it.
"But of course," Malcolm said, utter politeness and sincerity. Inwards, he was already planning how to make Trip and Travis suffer during the movie. Perhaps 'Bollywood Queen XVI' (he felt the first 7 were the best), or 'Crocodile Dundee XXIVIC'...
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THE END?