Title: 'Tis the Season
Author: Joules Mer
Author's e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org
Author's URL: http://jmenterprise.popullus.net
Date: Completed Dec. 20, 2004
Archive: Everyone else ask first.
Fandom: Star Trek Enterprise
Summary: Christmas fluff
Disclaimer: Enterprise is the property of Paramount. Characters
just borrowed for a bit of seasonal fun. No profit was, or will
be, made by this story.
"Have you seen
"Yeah." Confusion at the question and the pointed
look that accompanied it was plain as she said, "We were both on the
bridge this morning."
He leaned over the table. "Did you notice anything?"
"Should I have? I was pretty wrapped up translating
the Arkadi database."
Travis shifted in his seat. "Well, lately it seems
like... Wait, he just came in. Okay, see for yourself."
Travis and Hoshi both tried to watch without looking like
they were watching. Malcolm paused on his way to the drink dispenser
to greet a crewman from sciences, smiling broadly as they exchanged a few
words. He got a drink and wandered over to the food cabinets, treating
a female crewman to an elaborate "after you" gesture and a smile before selecting
a plate for himself. There was a spring in his step as he headed to
the door and when he entered the corridor his lips puckered as if he might
Travis grinned at Hoshi's wide eyes. "Now do you
see what I mean?"
Hoshi shook her head slowly as if to clear it. After
a moment she managed to offer, "Maybe he's caught the holiday spirit."
Travis raised a skeptical eyebrow. "The holiday
spirit? Malcolm? Last year he buried himself in work in the armoury
claiming that everyone being on stand down gave him more elbow room to reconfigure
the torpedo launchers."
"Well..." Hoshi still looked slightly dazed.
"Either that or he's been taken over by an alien entity."
Travis fiddled with the handle of his coffee mug as he
contemplated his friend's behaviour. "I don't know which is more likely."
Malcolm juggled holding his mug and plate as he punched
in a door code. The door slid open and his smile broadened when he
discovered that he wasn't alone. He set his food down and stalked over
to the desk, grabbing the chair and sliding it back as he spun it around.
He indicated the plate of cake with two forks. "Happy one week anniversary."
A mirthful gaze assessed him. "Is that smile ever
going to leave your face?"
Malcolm leaned down to plant a kiss on his lover's lips.
"Not with you around."