A/N: Thanks for all the reviews i've had so far. they've really helped. Well done on the premonition by the way!


Commander Tucker and myself walked into the quarters of none other than Malcolm Reed. The guy with all the allergies you could possibly think of. The guy who is so fixated on his dear Armoury he hardly has the time to socialize.
My captor placed me on the floor soon as the door closed. I could try and make a quick exit when the engineer did

"How can I help you Commander?" I heard him say.

"Porthos wants a walk. I haven't got time to walk him…could ya…?" Trip left off. I hoped the lieutenant would say 'no, absolutely not. Go and find someone else Sir' but no he had to say:

"Of course Sir" He said with a smile.

Hate him. Absolutely hate him. I really don't get him sometimes. How Jon can stand I have yet to wonder. He has allergies to several things I either can't pronounce or even remember and yet her still walks me. Hello! Someone call Dr. Phlox, something is wrong with this guy.

Trip left and I tried to make a get-a-way but that son of a gun, reed grabbed me before I could leave. Just great. I wondered if he would give me cheese answering to a rumbling stomach.

I looked up at him and turned to him once he let me go. I cocked my head at him. he got the message. Oh, looky do, he's not so thick after all. He started to rummage into a cabinet on the wall. I barked, hardly being able to hold my excitement at the prospect of getting cheese.

Cheese is what I live for, apart from Jon. He's been there for me a long, long time. Since I was a pup, I think. Anyway! Back to the cheese! Crumbly, cheddar cheese I savored. My mouth drooling at the thought.

He removed his hands from the cabinet empty. Empty? They shouldn't be empty; they should have cheese in them! Stupid human but then I thought he isn't my owner so why would he have cheese.

"Sorry Porthos. I don't have anything" He looked at me. I cocked my head once more at him. I tried to smile but precisely at that moment I drooled. Reed went crazy, trying his best to scold me. He went to the bathroom and fetched a towel. I have to admit he is a very efficient cleaner.

I decided to have some well-earned fun and ran to his bed. Damn. He saw me and made for me before I could reach the bed. But he missed and I jumped upon his back and then onto his neat bed. Ha! Not so neat now!

"Porthos!" he cried as he struggled to get up. I laughed within myself. I was very pleased.

He managed to get up in the end and looked at me with a stern expression on his face.

"That's it! No cheese for you now!"

Bit late for that now isn't it Reed? I do enjoy making fun of things and ruining Lt. Reed's perfectionism in tidiness. I looked at the bathroom and saw white regulation style towels hanging on a rail on the wall. I jumped off the bed, strode over there and pull them down save one, which I found difficult to muster.

I barked at him in glee. Hopefully Reed would get the notion to let me out the door. He didn't though so I ran between his feet and he fell once more in the hopes of catching me. I hid.

"Porthos! Here. Now!" He ordered. What's good in that? I'm not part of Starfleet and Regs.

I barked once more.


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