Part V: Malcolm
I will never look at a phase pistol the same way again. Damn her!
I tried not to look as she sashayed herself out of the mess hall, hips swinging, legs strutting. It was hard--that is as in DIFFICULT--not to stare when there was so much to stare at. So many stare-able things. Oh dear Lord, have mercy...bouncy things.
"Goooolly, Malcolm. I've never seen ya so red before," Trip said with that irritating smirk on his face as he sat his tray down in front of my table.
One of these days. One of these days.
"Must have been some ride, Lieutenant," he said with a toothy grin.
One of the things about being an armory officer, you learn things that other people don't even realize can be learned. Such as how to strangle a man without actually killing him. I refrained myself from cracking my knuckles. Somehow I doubt Captain Archer would like it very much if I attacked his chief engineer in the mess hall.
It would be bad for crew morale.
I glared at him and got up to leave.
"Leaving so soon? Oh, that's right, it's Hoshi's day off." The man laughed and patted me on the back, making me wonder if he really needed both arms to maintain the warp engine.
"I'm going to the armory," I growled, "I work there, remember?"
Trip nodded agreeably before leaning over to whisper, "And no one's going to know if you just happen to drop by a certain off-duty communications officer's cabin on your way there. Don't worry. I won't tell if you don't."
Then the man giggled. It was the only thing that kept me from throttling him. Must get away from giggling man.
I exited the mess hall as quickly as my legs could take me, and wondered if the day could possibly get any worse. After all, it was only 0700.
I stepped through the doors of the armory and breathed a sigh of relief. Work, sweet work. Work would be my sanctuary from Trip's giggling and Hoshi's bouncy bits. Hoshi's bouncy bits?! That was wrong, Malcolm, so very very wrong.
However, with any luck I would be able to put those…parts out of my mind and get to work. Yes, just put those parts out of my mind and do an honest day's work. Then I turned and saw the half open weapons locker.
Phase pistols…
Well, it was a nice try anyway.
*****
TBC
I will never look at a phase pistol the same way again. Damn her!
I tried not to look as she sashayed herself out of the mess hall, hips swinging, legs strutting. It was hard--that is as in DIFFICULT--not to stare when there was so much to stare at. So many stare-able things. Oh dear Lord, have mercy...bouncy things.
"Goooolly, Malcolm. I've never seen ya so red before," Trip said with that irritating smirk on his face as he sat his tray down in front of my table.
One of these days. One of these days.
"Must have been some ride, Lieutenant," he said with a toothy grin.
One of the things about being an armory officer, you learn things that other people don't even realize can be learned. Such as how to strangle a man without actually killing him. I refrained myself from cracking my knuckles. Somehow I doubt Captain Archer would like it very much if I attacked his chief engineer in the mess hall.
It would be bad for crew morale.
I glared at him and got up to leave.
"Leaving so soon? Oh, that's right, it's Hoshi's day off." The man laughed and patted me on the back, making me wonder if he really needed both arms to maintain the warp engine.
"I'm going to the armory," I growled, "I work there, remember?"
Trip nodded agreeably before leaning over to whisper, "And no one's going to know if you just happen to drop by a certain off-duty communications officer's cabin on your way there. Don't worry. I won't tell if you don't."
Then the man giggled. It was the only thing that kept me from throttling him. Must get away from giggling man.
I exited the mess hall as quickly as my legs could take me, and wondered if the day could possibly get any worse. After all, it was only 0700.
I stepped through the doors of the armory and breathed a sigh of relief. Work, sweet work. Work would be my sanctuary from Trip's giggling and Hoshi's bouncy bits. Hoshi's bouncy bits?! That was wrong, Malcolm, so very very wrong.
However, with any luck I would be able to put those…parts out of my mind and get to work. Yes, just put those parts out of my mind and do an honest day's work. Then I turned and saw the half open weapons locker.
Phase pistols…
Well, it was a nice try anyway.
*****
TBC