"Done At Last"
Author: Kathy Rose
Summary: Malcolm wonders if Trip was
coming on to him, and winds up with even more to think about.
don't own any of these characters; somebody with a lot more clout does. And
there's no way I'm making any money.
Engineer In The Armory
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Malcolm finished putting away the last of his tools, heaving a sigh as he did
so. It had been the longest stretch he had ever spent without a break in the
It had been worth it, though. The torpedo launchers were back on line, and
Enterprise could once again defend itself.
He wouldn't have been able to get it done if it hadn't been for Trip. The
chief engineer had helped with the repairs in the armory, despite the fact that
his beloved Warp 5 engine had been severely damaged in the attack.
Malcolm had been pleasantly surprised by Trip's arrival so soon after asking
for his assistance. What he hadn't been prepared for was Trip's outrageous
behavior. When Trip started spouting innuendos one after the other, he wasn't
sure if the engineer was kidding around or was testing the waters, so to speak.
At the time, only the need to have the weapons back online as quickly as
possible had kept him from questioning Trip about his behavior -- or decking
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Trip packing up his tools. He
sighed again, remembering Trip's remark about having the right tool and his
friend's pointed glance at his crotch. Maybe Trip was so tired he'd been unaware
of what he was saying. They'd both had an incredibly long day.
"'Bout ready to call it a night?" Trip asked as he closed up his tool
"Yes, but I think it's morning now," Malcolm replied.
Trip chuckled. "Come on, then. I'll buy you a cup of coffee."
"Coffee? Won't that keep you awake?"
"Nah. Not when I'm this tired. Piece of pie with a cup of coffee and I'll
have just enough energy to get back to my cabin and hit the sack."
Malcolm would rather have been by himself to unwind, but the growling of his
stomach overruled any protest he could have made. The attack on Enterprise had
occurred in the morning, ship's time, and the subsequent cleanup and repairs had
taken the rest of the day. With a start he realized he had gone the whole time
without eating a thing.
Together they left the armory and rode the turbolift up to the mess hall
deck. At this time of night there was only one person in the mess, a crewman
restocking the food cabinet from which the crew could help themselves outside
regular meal hours.
Trip made a beeline for the cabinet. "Ah-ha. Must be my lucky night. There's
one slice of pecan pie left."
Malcolm picked out a roast beef sandwich and went to get a glass of water
from the dispenser. Trip followed him and got his coffee, then the two sat at
the closest table.
Neither spoke as they began to eat. As he took a bite of his sandwich,
Malcolm watched Trip cut a piece of pie with the edge of his fork, then put it
in his mouth, savoring the flavor before he began to chew. When Trip closed his
eyes and an expression of bliss transformed his face, Malcolm choked on his
Trip's eyes popped open. "Ya OK there, Malcolm?"
Malcolm nodded, holding one hand to his chest as he coughed. When he stopped
coughing, he took a drink of water. Over the rim of the glass, he saw Trip
looking at him, but the engineer didn't say anything.
"I want to thank you for coming down to the armory so soon," Malcolm said. "I
couldn't have gotten all that done without you."
"That's what I'm here for," Trip replied easily.
The men went back to eating in silence, and Malcolm finished his sandwich
while Trip still had half a piece of pie left. The food had restored Malcolm's
spirits, and he felt an urge to tease his his friend.
Gazing at the half-eaten slice of pie through narrowed eyes, Malcolm said,
"You said you prefer to do things slow, but that's ridiculous."
"Ah, Malcolm, Malcolm," Trip chided him. "Some things in life are meant to be
savored. I've made an art out of it."
"Is that so?" he asked with a quirk of his eyebrow, a hint of laughter in his
"Yeah. That's so." Trip met his gaze levelly and, without looking at what he
was doing, placed another forkful of pie in his mouth. One pecan, however, fell
off the fork, and wound up on Trip's chin.
Malcolm burst out laughing, but his throat hadn't totally recovered from his
coughing spell, and he began to cough again. Trip hastily swallowed the piece of
pie and reached across the table to grab Malcolm's glass of water and thrust it
into his hand.
"Take it easy there," he advised.
Malcolm raised the glass to his mouth and managed to down some water. The
coughing spell subsided, and Malcolm felt a wave of weariness wash over him.
"It's been a long day. I've got to get some rest," he said, pushing back from
the table. "See you in the morning, or should I say later today?"
"I'll walk back with ya," Trip said.
The men were silent as they made their way out of the mess hall and down the
corridor to the turbolift. Once inside, Trip pressed the button for their deck.
As the lift began to move, Malcolm found that, despite his exhaustion, his mind
was going back to earlier in the day when... OK, he thought, be honest. Trip had
been flirting with him.
To his surprise, Malcolm realized he wasn't offended. He'd never had that
type of relationship with a man. Hadn't actually thought about it, really. But
for some reason, Trip made him think about it...and wonder what it would be
Or maybe he was just more tired than he realized and his mind was playing
tricks on him. Whatever. He was too tired to care about anything right now but
finding his bed and going to sleep. When the turbolift stopped and the door slid
open, he stepped out first.
Malcolm's cabin was closest to the turbolift, and he turned to say "good
night" to Trip, only to find the engineer's face mere inches from his. His words
caught in his throat.
Trip was leaning toward him, a look of purpose in his half-closed eyes.
Malcolm was too stunned to move, even as Trip gently touched his lips in a
The engineer leaned back, a half smile on his face. "See ya in the morning,"
he said, then resumed walking down the corridor to his cabin.
Malcolm watched as Trip entered his quarters without so much as a backward
glance. In a daze, he realized he was still standing in the middle of the
corridor. He turned and entered his own cabin knowing that, despite his
exhaustion, it was going to be some time before he could sleep.
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Enjoying the series just bout to read nxt part
Aawwww, so sweet. Lovely.