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Lt Malcolm Reed: The Bugger Files:

Still bored.

Might go make up with Trip, apologise for laughing, leaving him with Phlox etc etc.



Trip and I are mates again, we laughed about how bored we both are then hacked into the movie file and watched all the James Bond movies-Trip was interested in the gadgets I loved the explosions and the plot lines. We both found the Bond girls highly attractive too.

About half way through the door burst open and Hoshi and Archer were stood there looking like they'd just run a marathon then mumbled some lame excuse about it being dinner time.

But I know better, they thought me and Trip were going to kill each other.

They were right too, but never underestimate the power of a James Bond movie.

I did not just say that.

Anyway, in the mess hall everybody was being very nice to me again and I was in a brilliant mood till Phlox came over and told me he needed to see me in sickbay.

Resisted the urge to tell him to fuck off after all he's only doing his job.

I wish he'd have to common decency to not look like Christmas has come early though when somebody turns up bleeding half to death or has grown an extra arm or something.

Still Phlox poked and prodded me for a bit before announcing that I'm healing nicely but I still need to hobble around on crutches and to stop walking around so much because I'm a bit wheezy.

So now Trip and I are friends again I'm not so bored.

But I still colour-coded my wardrobe.

I'm so sad.

*Sound of door chime*

Malcolm: Hoshi, what, erm, can I do for you?

Hoshi: Is this a bad time? Were you about to go to bed or something?

Malcolm: No it's alright

Hoshi: Oh never mind it can wait

Malcolm: You sure?

Hoshi: Bye Malcolm.

Malcolm: Bye Hoshi.

*door closing*

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Note to self never open door when you're in pyjamas.

She, Hoshi Sato comes to your door and you act as if you have the emotional range of a teaspoon.

You stupid wazzock!

Still, at least my quarters were fairly tidy.

But I looked like I'd been dragged through a hedge backwards.

Oh bugger.

~*~Well, normal is a state of mind I prefer to avoid so just review and humour me, lol~*~