~*~Disclaimer=Me no own!~*~I know, I'm bad for not finishing Remembering Me
before starting this but I will I swear especially seeing as this is only
gonna be a one chapter dealy. It's just something that sprang to mind while
I read other peoples stories-written from Hoshi's P.O.V. ~*~
Every time I see him he's always working. Enterprises resident work-a-holic Malcolm Reed. Perfectly creased and ironed uniform, hair-neat and tidy as always, shoes-clean and polished.
I'd like to consider myself one of his friends, but I don't think I can. He hides behind his iron wall-his perfect blank façade that he must put on everytime he starts his shift.
He must feel unappreciated most of the time, especially when the Captain accuses him of being paranoid when he's only trying to keep everyone safe. He's prepared to die for this crew, he's risked his life for this crew, yet he still never properly answers when you subtly try and get him to open up.
Does anybody know the real Malcolm Reed? Does he even know himself? I get the feeling after talking with his parents, sister, best friend that he doesn't. I get the feeling he's hidden behind his blank face so long, that he's lost himself.
I thought I was in love with Malcolm, but my common sense told me you love the vision he projects. I don't know the real Malcolm Reed. He has wall upon wall to keep you locked out of his heart, almost as if he thinks that friends are only made to be lost again.
Once in my head I called him my hero, but how can my hero save everyone else when he can't even save himself? Something is eating away at the depths of his soul and one day he'll crumble and fall. I hope when that day comes, I'll be there to catch him, to be there for him. But in a sense I pray that day will never come.
There's a tiny part of me that fears the Malcolm Reed that has been locked away, I wonder what happened to him to make him like he is. Although he can keep a blank face he cannot hide the pain and hurt in his ice blue eyes.
To my hero I would say, don't ever be afraid to be yourself or people will never know the true beauty inside of you. The words I rely on so much to help me, fail me as I stare into your eyes as they almost plead with me to help.
One day my hero will fall.
~*~This is just a little something I wrote you don't have to review though it would be nice if you would.~*~
Every time I see him he's always working. Enterprises resident work-a-holic Malcolm Reed. Perfectly creased and ironed uniform, hair-neat and tidy as always, shoes-clean and polished.
I'd like to consider myself one of his friends, but I don't think I can. He hides behind his iron wall-his perfect blank façade that he must put on everytime he starts his shift.
He must feel unappreciated most of the time, especially when the Captain accuses him of being paranoid when he's only trying to keep everyone safe. He's prepared to die for this crew, he's risked his life for this crew, yet he still never properly answers when you subtly try and get him to open up.
Does anybody know the real Malcolm Reed? Does he even know himself? I get the feeling after talking with his parents, sister, best friend that he doesn't. I get the feeling he's hidden behind his blank face so long, that he's lost himself.
I thought I was in love with Malcolm, but my common sense told me you love the vision he projects. I don't know the real Malcolm Reed. He has wall upon wall to keep you locked out of his heart, almost as if he thinks that friends are only made to be lost again.
Once in my head I called him my hero, but how can my hero save everyone else when he can't even save himself? Something is eating away at the depths of his soul and one day he'll crumble and fall. I hope when that day comes, I'll be there to catch him, to be there for him. But in a sense I pray that day will never come.
There's a tiny part of me that fears the Malcolm Reed that has been locked away, I wonder what happened to him to make him like he is. Although he can keep a blank face he cannot hide the pain and hurt in his ice blue eyes.
To my hero I would say, don't ever be afraid to be yourself or people will never know the true beauty inside of you. The words I rely on so much to help me, fail me as I stare into your eyes as they almost plead with me to help.
One day my hero will fall.
~*~This is just a little something I wrote you don't have to review though it would be nice if you would.~*~