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"Home sweet home," said Trip opening the door to Malcolm's quarters.
He helped Malcolm inside.
"Feels good to be out of sickbay," said Malcolm grinning.
"Are ya aware your quarters are unnaturally tidy?" Trip asked.
"A cluttered place leads to a cluttered mind," Malcolm quoted sinking back on his bed.
"Organised people are just too lazy ta look for stuff," Trip proclaimed.
Malcolm gave him a quizzical glance.
"What? It worked on mah momma when I was a boy," Trip protested.
"Funny, my mum just stopped coming in my room when she made my bed and found...........nevermind," Malcolm stopped himself blushing.
Trip burst out laughing.
"Anyway, the Doc says ya aren't allowed in the armoury for about a week, so if ya go there I'll get ya security team ta take ya back," Trip told him.
Malcolm kept his expression neutral and merely stared at him.
"Why do I suddenly not trust ya?" asked Trip suspiciously.
"I have no idea," he replied. "But I promise I'll be a good boy and stay put."
"I'll see ya later, I got some repairs ta make," said Trip before leaving.
Malcolm sighed and stared at the ceiling. He pulled out a pad and began reading through it seeing where he'd got to with his latest pet project.
The door chime rang.
"Come in," he called.
The door opened and Hoshi came in.
"Hi Malcolm, Trip told me you'd been released to your quarters," she said. "I just came to see how you were and if you needed anything."
"I'm.........."He was about to say fine, but stopped himself. "Better, thank you. I should be back on light duty in about a week."
Hoshi smiled.
"You can sit down if you want," he said motioning to the chair.
"Everybody misses you," she said suddenly. "It's been........strange without you."
Malcolm blinked and felt his cheeks going red.
"Thanks."
"We don't notice you when you're there but we do when you're not."
Malcolm didn't quite know what to say.
"Erm, thank you-I think."
There was a long silence.
"Could you pass me that pillow please?" Malcolm asked politely.
"What did your last slave die of?" Hoshi teased.
"Backchat," said Malcolm automatically.
He suddenly realised what he said but then saw Hoshi was laughing and smiled in relief.
She tossed him the pillow.
"You seem more yourself anyway," she said. "Get better soon-we need you."
She got up.
"Well I should be going, bye Malcolm," she said.
"G'bye Hoshi," Malcolm replied.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~One week later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Malcolm stared at himself in the mirror.
His face had a pinched unhealthy look of somebody who had been ill for some time and was just getting over it.
He sighed and straightened his uniform.
In the mess hall he met, Hoshi, Trip and Travis.
((a/n OMG! Actually have a line with Travis' name in! *faints*))
"Hey Mal," Trip greeted him.
He cast an eye over Malcolm's tray.
"Hungry?" he asked.
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day," Malcolm quoted. "Plus for some reason I'm starving!"
The others grinned.
"Good to have ya back Mal," said Trip.
Malcolm half smiled.
*Well, I got through this with almost all my marbles intact, but next time my friend Mr Phase Pistol is coming with me everywhere!*
~*~All done! Please review!!~*~
"Home sweet home," said Trip opening the door to Malcolm's quarters.
He helped Malcolm inside.
"Feels good to be out of sickbay," said Malcolm grinning.
"Are ya aware your quarters are unnaturally tidy?" Trip asked.
"A cluttered place leads to a cluttered mind," Malcolm quoted sinking back on his bed.
"Organised people are just too lazy ta look for stuff," Trip proclaimed.
Malcolm gave him a quizzical glance.
"What? It worked on mah momma when I was a boy," Trip protested.
"Funny, my mum just stopped coming in my room when she made my bed and found...........nevermind," Malcolm stopped himself blushing.
Trip burst out laughing.
"Anyway, the Doc says ya aren't allowed in the armoury for about a week, so if ya go there I'll get ya security team ta take ya back," Trip told him.
Malcolm kept his expression neutral and merely stared at him.
"Why do I suddenly not trust ya?" asked Trip suspiciously.
"I have no idea," he replied. "But I promise I'll be a good boy and stay put."
"I'll see ya later, I got some repairs ta make," said Trip before leaving.
Malcolm sighed and stared at the ceiling. He pulled out a pad and began reading through it seeing where he'd got to with his latest pet project.
The door chime rang.
"Come in," he called.
The door opened and Hoshi came in.
"Hi Malcolm, Trip told me you'd been released to your quarters," she said. "I just came to see how you were and if you needed anything."
"I'm.........."He was about to say fine, but stopped himself. "Better, thank you. I should be back on light duty in about a week."
Hoshi smiled.
"You can sit down if you want," he said motioning to the chair.
"Everybody misses you," she said suddenly. "It's been........strange without you."
Malcolm blinked and felt his cheeks going red.
"Thanks."
"We don't notice you when you're there but we do when you're not."
Malcolm didn't quite know what to say.
"Erm, thank you-I think."
There was a long silence.
"Could you pass me that pillow please?" Malcolm asked politely.
"What did your last slave die of?" Hoshi teased.
"Backchat," said Malcolm automatically.
He suddenly realised what he said but then saw Hoshi was laughing and smiled in relief.
She tossed him the pillow.
"You seem more yourself anyway," she said. "Get better soon-we need you."
She got up.
"Well I should be going, bye Malcolm," she said.
"G'bye Hoshi," Malcolm replied.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~One week later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Malcolm stared at himself in the mirror.
His face had a pinched unhealthy look of somebody who had been ill for some time and was just getting over it.
He sighed and straightened his uniform.
In the mess hall he met, Hoshi, Trip and Travis.
((a/n OMG! Actually have a line with Travis' name in! *faints*))
"Hey Mal," Trip greeted him.
He cast an eye over Malcolm's tray.
"Hungry?" he asked.
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day," Malcolm quoted. "Plus for some reason I'm starving!"
The others grinned.
"Good to have ya back Mal," said Trip.
Malcolm half smiled.
*Well, I got through this with almost all my marbles intact, but next time my friend Mr Phase Pistol is coming with me everywhere!*
~*~All done! Please review!!~*~