Run Of the Ship (8/8)
Title: Run of The Ship (8/8)
Fandom: Star Trek Enterprise
Rating: PG
Character: Reed, bit of Travis, Kelly, Rostov and an OFC, with some of the main cast sprinkled over it to top it off
Category: General, Humour, Action/Adventure
Spoilers: None. Could be set in season one, or after return to earth from xindi mission.
Summary: Almost the entire crew are on shore leave, a team of alien engineers are doing repairs onboard & the ever security conscious Malcolm remains onboard to oversee them. It seems his current paranoia is not ungrounded when they highjack the ship.
A/N: Not a sequel to, but in the same universe as Target Practise which introduces the OFC Crewman Angela Robertson, who Malcolm has no particular affinity for :)
Catch Up:
--PART 1--, --PART 2--, --PART 3--, --PART 4--, --PART 5--, --PART 6--, --PART 7--
Malcolm paced. Rolled his shoulders. Chewed on his nails. Ground his teeth. And paced some more.
The Doctor had kicked him out of sick bay when it became clear that he was not going to sit nor stand still. Therefore he had had to resort to pacing outside in the corridor.
It was his fault. What had he been thinking?! Leaving her alone without a weapon during the middle of a foothold situation!
Malcolm sighed and came to a halt, leant against the wall and slid down it to the floor. He was sorely tempted to close his eyes, but knew he’d fall asleep if he did.
He looked up as he heard footsteps approaching.
"Malcolm, what ya’ doin’ on tha floor?" Trip asked.
"Sitting," Malcolm replied dryly.
"Ha ha."
"The doctor kicked me out," he explained with a sigh and leant his head back.
"Why?" Trip asked, crouching down next to him.
"I was annoying him, I think," Malcolm said.
"She gonna be okay?" Trip asked.
"Think so. She lost a lot of blood, but luckily the knife missed any organs, vital ones anyway. According to Phlox that is."
"That’s good," Trip said, Malcolm ‘mmm’d’ in response. "So what are you doing here then Malcolm?" Trip asked curiously. Malcolm opened his mouth to answer, but closed it again. Why was he here? "I mean I was under the impression you guys didn’t get on that well," Trip continued.
"We don’t," Malcolm said.
"Really? Cos’ according to Travis you guys were getting pretty close earlier," Trip said with raised eyebrows and a mischievous smirk.
"Extreme exhaustion will do that to a person," Malcolm defended.
"He said you were snuggling!" Trip exclaimed in amusement.
"I can hardly control my actions while I’m unconscious!" Malcolm said defensively. Trip laughed.
"Then what are you doing here?" Trip asked again.
"I’m waiting to make sure that a crewman who was seriously injured through my negligence does not die," Malcolm responded flatly.
"It wasn’t your fault Malcolm," Trip said, sounding like he knew he was fighting a losing battle. Malcolm sighed and shook his head.
"C’mon," Trip said, standing up and offering a hand to Malcolm. "Travis told us how much sleep you’ve had over the past few days, the captain wants me to escort you to your quarters for some well deserved rest."
"But-" Malcolm tried to argue.
"No buts. I’ll let you know if anything happens," Trip said, inclining his head to the closed sickbay doors. Malcolm nodded reluctantly and let Trip pull him to his feet.
* * *
Malcolm woke up nine hours later feeling more rested than he had in days. He quickly had a shower and got dressed before he headed to the mess. When he arrived Travis and Hoshi waved him over from where they were sitting. He grabbed a sandwich, and out of habit from the last few days, a cup of black coffee.
"You’re looking rested, sir," Travis said as Malcolm sat down.
"In other words, I no longer look like shit," Malcolm translated as he blew on his coffee to cool it down before taking a sip. Hoshi laughed. "But thank you Travis, nine hours of sleep will do that for a person."
"Nine?" Hoshi asked.
"I know dreadful isn’t it?" Malcolm sighed dramatically. "Haven’t slept for that long since I was about fourteen."
"Fourteen?" Travis asked curiously.
"I went to a military boarding school Travis, the only time I could escape when they wouldn’t miss me was at night," he explained. "And it was the only time I was unlikely to get caught for sneaking into the girls dorms," he smirked. Travis grinned and Hoshi rolled her eyes muttering ‘men’.
"I think the doctor wants you to go and see him," Hoshi said. "For a check up."
"Wonderful."
"Commander Tucker fixed the engines a few hours ago, we should be arriving at Larackia soon," Travis told him.
"Good. I mustn’t forget to say farewell to our guests," he sneered.
"I’m sure the captain will want to talk to you when you’ve seen the doctor," Travis said.
"I’ll go when I’ve eaten," Malcolm said.
"Eager to get to sick-bay?" Travis asked smiling, Malcolm shrugged. "I hate to disappoint you but Angela was released a good few hours ago."
"Actually that news has rather lifted my spirits," Malcolm answered.
"Really?" Travis asked in disbelief.
"Yes about that, Ensign," Malcolm said sternly. "If you could refrain from spreading untrue gossip I’d appreciate it. I had to endure an entire twenty minutes of Commander Tucker’s sly glances and suggestive remarks yesterday."
"What’s that got to do with Travis or Angela?" Hoshi asked innocently, causing Travis to erupt into gales of laughter and Malcolm to glare at her.
"I think I’ll be leaving," he said curtly.
"Oh come on Lieutenant," Travis said. Malcolm scowled and leaned towards them.
"I’d appreciate if you kept your voice down, Trip isn’t comfortable with the rest of the crew knowing the nature of our relationship," he said with a straight face.
Hoshi and Travis gaped at him openly as he stood up and left the mess hall. It was only when he was outside the mess hall and the door had closed behind him that he laughed out loud gaining himself some odd glances from passing crew members.
Straightening himself up he headed down to sickbay, a small amused smile still on his face.
* * *
When he entered sickbay he stopped short.
"I was told you had been released," he said as he started walking towards her.
"I had," Robertson said. "I got bored though, so I went to help Commander Tucker in engineering, but he reported straight to the doctor! The filthy traitor," she said angrily, Malcolm smirked.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Tired, and I slept for ages as well. Phlox says it’s the blood loss, even though he fixed me up good as new it’ll take a while for me to regain my equilibrium," she explained, Malcolm nodded, he’d had his fair share of injuries to know that even if technically everything was okay, you still felt a little shook up for a while afterwards.
"Wanna’ see my scar?" she asked grinning as she lifted up the bottom of the shirt she was wearing to reveal the shiny pink scar that ran along the right hand side of her stomach. Malcolm lifted his hand and ran his finger along the scar in a feather light touch. He bit back a smirk when she shivered.
"Ahem." They both turned to see Phlox watching them.
"Doctor," Malcolm acknowledged, quickly withdrawing his hand. "Hoshi mentioned you wanted to see me?" he asked.
"Yes, just a quick check up," he said smiling broadly and glancing between them. "Please have a seat Lieutenant." Malcolm sat down on the bio-bed next to Robertson’s as Phlox ran his scanner over him. "Everything seems to be fine," he told Malcolm eventually.
"I feel fine," Malcolm responded.
"How much sleep did you get?" Phlox asked as he replaced the scanner on its tray.
"A very long nine hours," Malcolm told him.
"Good good. You’re free to go Lieutenant," he smiled.
"And me?" Robertson asked hopefully.
"I’m not sure if I can trust you to rest," Phlox said with a stern look.
"I can escort her to her quarters on my way to the bridge," Malcolm offered.
"Very well," Phlox conceded.
"Yes!" Robertson exclaimed happily as she jumped off the bed. Malcolm shook his head, smiling. "I could just kiss you Malcolm," she said as they left.
"Control yourself Ela," he said lightly as the sick-bay doors closed behind them.
***
Read the --EPILOGUE--
Fandom: Star Trek Enterprise
Rating: PG
Character: Reed, bit of Travis, Kelly, Rostov and an OFC, with some of the main cast sprinkled over it to top it off
Category: General, Humour, Action/Adventure
Spoilers: None. Could be set in season one, or after return to earth from xindi mission.
Summary: Almost the entire crew are on shore leave, a team of alien engineers are doing repairs onboard & the ever security conscious Malcolm remains onboard to oversee them. It seems his current paranoia is not ungrounded when they highjack the ship.
A/N: Not a sequel to, but in the same universe as Target Practise which introduces the OFC Crewman Angela Robertson, who Malcolm has no particular affinity for :)
Catch Up:
--PART 1--, --PART 2--, --PART 3--, --PART 4--, --PART 5--, --PART 6--, --PART 7--
Malcolm paced. Rolled his shoulders. Chewed on his nails. Ground his teeth. And paced some more.
The Doctor had kicked him out of sick bay when it became clear that he was not going to sit nor stand still. Therefore he had had to resort to pacing outside in the corridor.
It was his fault. What had he been thinking?! Leaving her alone without a weapon during the middle of a foothold situation!
Malcolm sighed and came to a halt, leant against the wall and slid down it to the floor. He was sorely tempted to close his eyes, but knew he’d fall asleep if he did.
He looked up as he heard footsteps approaching.
"Malcolm, what ya’ doin’ on tha floor?" Trip asked.
"Sitting," Malcolm replied dryly.
"Ha ha."
"The doctor kicked me out," he explained with a sigh and leant his head back.
"Why?" Trip asked, crouching down next to him.
"I was annoying him, I think," Malcolm said.
"She gonna be okay?" Trip asked.
"Think so. She lost a lot of blood, but luckily the knife missed any organs, vital ones anyway. According to Phlox that is."
"That’s good," Trip said, Malcolm ‘mmm’d’ in response. "So what are you doing here then Malcolm?" Trip asked curiously. Malcolm opened his mouth to answer, but closed it again. Why was he here? "I mean I was under the impression you guys didn’t get on that well," Trip continued.
"We don’t," Malcolm said.
"Really? Cos’ according to Travis you guys were getting pretty close earlier," Trip said with raised eyebrows and a mischievous smirk.
"Extreme exhaustion will do that to a person," Malcolm defended.
"He said you were snuggling!" Trip exclaimed in amusement.
"I can hardly control my actions while I’m unconscious!" Malcolm said defensively. Trip laughed.
"Then what are you doing here?" Trip asked again.
"I’m waiting to make sure that a crewman who was seriously injured through my negligence does not die," Malcolm responded flatly.
"It wasn’t your fault Malcolm," Trip said, sounding like he knew he was fighting a losing battle. Malcolm sighed and shook his head.
"C’mon," Trip said, standing up and offering a hand to Malcolm. "Travis told us how much sleep you’ve had over the past few days, the captain wants me to escort you to your quarters for some well deserved rest."
"But-" Malcolm tried to argue.
"No buts. I’ll let you know if anything happens," Trip said, inclining his head to the closed sickbay doors. Malcolm nodded reluctantly and let Trip pull him to his feet.
* * *
Malcolm woke up nine hours later feeling more rested than he had in days. He quickly had a shower and got dressed before he headed to the mess. When he arrived Travis and Hoshi waved him over from where they were sitting. He grabbed a sandwich, and out of habit from the last few days, a cup of black coffee.
"You’re looking rested, sir," Travis said as Malcolm sat down.
"In other words, I no longer look like shit," Malcolm translated as he blew on his coffee to cool it down before taking a sip. Hoshi laughed. "But thank you Travis, nine hours of sleep will do that for a person."
"Nine?" Hoshi asked.
"I know dreadful isn’t it?" Malcolm sighed dramatically. "Haven’t slept for that long since I was about fourteen."
"Fourteen?" Travis asked curiously.
"I went to a military boarding school Travis, the only time I could escape when they wouldn’t miss me was at night," he explained. "And it was the only time I was unlikely to get caught for sneaking into the girls dorms," he smirked. Travis grinned and Hoshi rolled her eyes muttering ‘men’.
"I think the doctor wants you to go and see him," Hoshi said. "For a check up."
"Wonderful."
"Commander Tucker fixed the engines a few hours ago, we should be arriving at Larackia soon," Travis told him.
"Good. I mustn’t forget to say farewell to our guests," he sneered.
"I’m sure the captain will want to talk to you when you’ve seen the doctor," Travis said.
"I’ll go when I’ve eaten," Malcolm said.
"Eager to get to sick-bay?" Travis asked smiling, Malcolm shrugged. "I hate to disappoint you but Angela was released a good few hours ago."
"Actually that news has rather lifted my spirits," Malcolm answered.
"Really?" Travis asked in disbelief.
"Yes about that, Ensign," Malcolm said sternly. "If you could refrain from spreading untrue gossip I’d appreciate it. I had to endure an entire twenty minutes of Commander Tucker’s sly glances and suggestive remarks yesterday."
"What’s that got to do with Travis or Angela?" Hoshi asked innocently, causing Travis to erupt into gales of laughter and Malcolm to glare at her.
"I think I’ll be leaving," he said curtly.
"Oh come on Lieutenant," Travis said. Malcolm scowled and leaned towards them.
"I’d appreciate if you kept your voice down, Trip isn’t comfortable with the rest of the crew knowing the nature of our relationship," he said with a straight face.
Hoshi and Travis gaped at him openly as he stood up and left the mess hall. It was only when he was outside the mess hall and the door had closed behind him that he laughed out loud gaining himself some odd glances from passing crew members.
Straightening himself up he headed down to sickbay, a small amused smile still on his face.
* * *
When he entered sickbay he stopped short.
"I was told you had been released," he said as he started walking towards her.
"I had," Robertson said. "I got bored though, so I went to help Commander Tucker in engineering, but he reported straight to the doctor! The filthy traitor," she said angrily, Malcolm smirked.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Tired, and I slept for ages as well. Phlox says it’s the blood loss, even though he fixed me up good as new it’ll take a while for me to regain my equilibrium," she explained, Malcolm nodded, he’d had his fair share of injuries to know that even if technically everything was okay, you still felt a little shook up for a while afterwards.
"Wanna’ see my scar?" she asked grinning as she lifted up the bottom of the shirt she was wearing to reveal the shiny pink scar that ran along the right hand side of her stomach. Malcolm lifted his hand and ran his finger along the scar in a feather light touch. He bit back a smirk when she shivered.
"Ahem." They both turned to see Phlox watching them.
"Doctor," Malcolm acknowledged, quickly withdrawing his hand. "Hoshi mentioned you wanted to see me?" he asked.
"Yes, just a quick check up," he said smiling broadly and glancing between them. "Please have a seat Lieutenant." Malcolm sat down on the bio-bed next to Robertson’s as Phlox ran his scanner over him. "Everything seems to be fine," he told Malcolm eventually.
"I feel fine," Malcolm responded.
"How much sleep did you get?" Phlox asked as he replaced the scanner on its tray.
"A very long nine hours," Malcolm told him.
"Good good. You’re free to go Lieutenant," he smiled.
"And me?" Robertson asked hopefully.
"I’m not sure if I can trust you to rest," Phlox said with a stern look.
"I can escort her to her quarters on my way to the bridge," Malcolm offered.
"Very well," Phlox conceded.
"Yes!" Robertson exclaimed happily as she jumped off the bed. Malcolm shook his head, smiling. "I could just kiss you Malcolm," she said as they left.
"Control yourself Ela," he said lightly as the sick-bay doors closed behind them.
***
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