Title: Bloody Computers
Author: Joules Mer
Author's e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org
Author's URL: http://jmenterprise.popullus.net
Date: Dec. 1, 2003
Archive: Only with permission.
Fandom: Star Trek Enterprise
Summary: A listsib was having computer trouble so this was written.
Disclaimer: Enterprise is the property of Paramount. No profit was made,
no copyright infringement is intended
"What?" The voice was genuinely dumbfounded. There
were a couple of clicks and then a slightly louder, slightly angry, "What?"
There was frantic clicking as the keyboard was tapped mercilessly, "What!"
Trip cringed at the rage that was evident in the tone. "Oh bloody hell I
don't believe this!"
Trip gently set his padd down and climbed off of the bunk,
walking over to stand next to his lover. Malcolm was staring at the dark
screen of his computer monitor, his hands clenched into tight fists. "What's
Malcolm scowled darkly at the blank screen before turning to
look up at Trip. "What do you think is up?" He waved his hand at the
offending technology, "This bloody useless machine turned itself off and took
my reports with it." He spun back in his chair and stabbed a key to punctuate
his next words, "And. I. Can't. Turn. It. Back. On!"
"Hmmm." Trip leaned over and ineffectually punched the
same key several times before scratching his head, "I dunno, Mal."
"I can't start over. I spent so long on them."
Malcolm practically howled in exasperation.
Trip gently kneaded Malcolm's shoulders, "Oh darlin' I'm sorry."
Malcolm slumped in his chair and Trip gave him a few moments before he continued,
"How about we go grab something to eat?"
"I'm not hungry." The sulky tone reminded Trip of the
last time Malcolm had been sick.
"Well I am. How about we go get a snack and then head
over to my quarters. Perhaps I can find a way to cheer you up."
Malcolm perked up slightly at that, "Cheer me up?"
Trip leaned down and planted a quick kiss on the top of Malcolm's
"And in your quarters. I refuse to be held accountable
for my actions if I spend a minute longer in the presence of this abominable machine."
"You can even stay the night."
Malcolm definitely perked up a bit more, "Well, I suppose that
would be acceptable." He managed a weak smile as Trip pulled him out of
his chair and to his feet. He cast one last dirty look at his desk before
resolutely turning his back on it.
Trip slung an arm around Malcolm's shoulders as he guided the
other man to the door. Maybe later he'd gather his courage and tell Malcolm
that he'd rigged the console to save and shut down after it registered over two
hours of work. Trip shuddered as he remembered how the veins had stood out
on Malcolm's neck and forehead. Maybe much later.