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Part III: Malcolm
She'll be the death of me one of these days. They'll put it on my autopsy. Cause of death: Hoshi Sato.
Knew she was going to be trouble from day one. You know the saying 'It's always the quiet ones'? That goes double for small, quiet, innocent-looking women. They always find a way to clobber you.
I should know. My sister's done it to me all my life and I still underestimate her. She once told me it was the cuteness factor. You never equate cuteness with the ability to wreak havoc on unsuspecting people.
Clang. Clang. Clang.
What the hell was that? That sound? That was my head banging on the metal ladder in resignation.
It was quite soothing, actually.
The sound of Trip's southern drawl caught my attention. Please don't be on the ladder still...
Oh, there is a god, I thought. She's not on the ladder. Maybe I could run up and get out of the shuttle bay without totally humiliating myself again. I reached the top of the ladder, just as Trip looked at Hoshi in utter confusion. Captain Archer just stood there with a hand over his mouth, eyes bouncing back and forth between Hoshi and I.
Do they court-martial you if it's justifiable homicide?
"Hey, Hoshi. Was...the...mission...okay?" Trip gave Hoshi's get-up the once over.
It didn't bother me. Really, it didn't.
Where's the reset button when you need it? It would have helped to start the day over.
"It was more exciting for some than others." She stuck her pert nose in the air and gave me a pointed look before stalking off, leaving me to deal with the inevitable fallout.
"So, Malcolm..."
Here it comes...
"Did you two have fun on the shuttle ride?" Trip gave me the wink wink, nudge nudge and suggestive eyebrow waggle of a man who thinks he's being funny...
And failing miserably.
Must. Not. Shove. Phase. Pistol. Up. Ass.
But it was tempting. So very, very tempting.
In the end, even though my face felt like it was on fire, I managed to to overcome my homicidal impulses and replied, "It was a very bumpy ride." Ignoring Trip's widening eyes I escaped to the turbolift.
Not before Captain Archer let out a bark of laughter, however.
At a court-martial I'd get off scot-free.
Once in the turbolift I gratefully sagged against a wall and ran my mind through the insane events of the day. When I got to the Hoshi minus bikini top part, I shuddered. Except it wasn't one of those Oh-good-Lord-I-saw-my-grandmother-naked types of shudders.
The 'Hoshi is my sister' concept of thinking that I had adopted at the beginning of this mission had sung, packed its bags and left the building.
I didn't know she could be such a bad girl.
I was in so much trouble...because underneath this uptight exterior, there's a bad boy that wants out.
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Part III: Malcolm
She'll be the death of me one of these days. They'll put it on my autopsy. Cause of death: Hoshi Sato.
Knew she was going to be trouble from day one. You know the saying 'It's always the quiet ones'? That goes double for small, quiet, innocent-looking women. They always find a way to clobber you.
I should know. My sister's done it to me all my life and I still underestimate her. She once told me it was the cuteness factor. You never equate cuteness with the ability to wreak havoc on unsuspecting people.
Clang. Clang. Clang.
What the hell was that? That sound? That was my head banging on the metal ladder in resignation.
It was quite soothing, actually.
The sound of Trip's southern drawl caught my attention. Please don't be on the ladder still...
Oh, there is a god, I thought. She's not on the ladder. Maybe I could run up and get out of the shuttle bay without totally humiliating myself again. I reached the top of the ladder, just as Trip looked at Hoshi in utter confusion. Captain Archer just stood there with a hand over his mouth, eyes bouncing back and forth between Hoshi and I.
Do they court-martial you if it's justifiable homicide?
"Hey, Hoshi. Was...the...mission...okay?" Trip gave Hoshi's get-up the once over.
It didn't bother me. Really, it didn't.
Where's the reset button when you need it? It would have helped to start the day over.
"It was more exciting for some than others." She stuck her pert nose in the air and gave me a pointed look before stalking off, leaving me to deal with the inevitable fallout.
"So, Malcolm..."
Here it comes...
"Did you two have fun on the shuttle ride?" Trip gave me the wink wink, nudge nudge and suggestive eyebrow waggle of a man who thinks he's being funny...
And failing miserably.
Must. Not. Shove. Phase. Pistol. Up. Ass.
But it was tempting. So very, very tempting.
In the end, even though my face felt like it was on fire, I managed to to overcome my homicidal impulses and replied, "It was a very bumpy ride." Ignoring Trip's widening eyes I escaped to the turbolift.
Not before Captain Archer let out a bark of laughter, however.
At a court-martial I'd get off scot-free.
Once in the turbolift I gratefully sagged against a wall and ran my mind through the insane events of the day. When I got to the Hoshi minus bikini top part, I shuddered. Except it wasn't one of those Oh-good-Lord-I-saw-my-grandmother-naked types of shudders.
The 'Hoshi is my sister' concept of thinking that I had adopted at the beginning of this mission had sung, packed its bags and left the building.
I didn't know she could be such a bad girl.
I was in so much trouble...because underneath this uptight exterior, there's a bad boy that wants out.
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