Title: Chocolate Covered Valentines
Author: Joules Mer
Disclaimer: Enterprise is the property of Paramount. No profit was made,
no copyright infringement is intended.
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A/N: Happy Birthday Louise!
"Valentine's Day." Malcolm huffed as he made his way down the
corridor, side stepping a pair of ensigns holding hands. In truth, he used to
enjoy Valentine's Day, but not this year. This year, he'd blown it completely.
It had happened yesterday with what started out as a harmless game of poker with
his three closest friends on the ship.
"...and I raise you two." Trip tossed the chips to the
centre of the table and Malcolm withheld a snort as best he could. Trip's
"bluffing" seemed to work on Travis and Hoshi, but to Malcolm the man could be
an open book.
Travis tossed in his own chips and the idle conversation that
usually accompanied their poker games had started up again. "Hey, look over
there." Three heads slowly turned and gazed into the far corner of the mess
hall where two of the stellar cartographers were sharing a cozy dinner.
"Is it just me or has there been a lot of that lately?"
"I think so Hoshi," Trip stretched in his chair, "It seems
like every couple on the ship has gone public in time for Valentine's."
"Something you want to tell us, Trip?" Travis' eyes glittered
Trip slumped in his seat, "Oh Gawd I wish, Trav."
"Oh poor Trip, not getting any action, huh? Not with
your magnetic personality?"
"It repels every human in sight! Creepy aliens though..."
Trip flushed and sank deeper into his chair. Hoshi could be a wicked tease
when she wanted to.
"Yeah, well, I don't see you with a date at movie night."
She just snorted at him. Trip was so clearly on the defensive his words
didn't carry any weight.
"What about you, Malcolm? Been getting any lately?"
Malcolm made a face of mock despair, "Sadly no, my friend."
Hoshi giggled and asked that fateful question, "But who would
you go out with if you could? Anyone in particular?"
Malcolm called on his reserves of stoicism, "Can't think of
"Blush! Blush! Look at him go!"
Malcolm cursed his fair complexion and gregarious southerners
in general. "I'm telling you..."
"He's getting redder!" Trip positively crowed with delight
as Malcolm glowered at his friends.
"So who is it, Malcolm?" Malcolm gaped at Travis.
Don't ask me that, Travis. Oh please don't ask me that. There was
one person on the ship that he was attracted to. Said person was also straight
and seated at this very table.
"Yeah, Malcolm, don't make us guess." Hoshi was getting
caught up in the question as well. When Malcolm didn't speak she continued,
"Is it Cutler?"
Malcolm breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head.
Of course, they were just going to list a bunch of women. He could just
deny liking each one until they gave up. "Hess?" Malcolm allowed himself
to smile and shook his head at Travis' query. This was actually rather fun.
"No." The names were coming fast and furious from all
directions so Malcolm kept up as best he could.
"Oh I know, T'Pol?"
"No!" Malcolm gave a scandalized glare at Trip.
"But I thought you liked her..."
"NO!" He injected enough force to shut Trip up completely.
"Oh come on Malcolm, tell us." Hoshi injected more than
a touch of whine into her voice.
Malcolm grinned smugly, "No."
"Aw come on, Mal." The engineer's voce was distinctly
whiney as well, "At least give us a clue."
"Fine. You're completely off target."
"What! How can we be completely off?" Travis looked
truly puzzled, "They're all nice people."
Malcolm snorted, "And they're all women."
The silence was deafening. Malcolm felt his heart leap
into his throat as he looked at the stunned faces of his friends. It was
Hoshi who finally broke the silence, "You're gay?"
Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound, "Pretty much."
"But," Travis stuttered, "But I thought you went to Risa
with Trip so you could pick up women."
Malcolm shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "Em, about that..."
All eyes slowly swung to face Trip who looked like he was going
to either pass out or explode at any moment. Aware of Travis and Hoshi's
gaze he managed to stutter, "I thought we were picking up women too."
Malcolm winced at Trip's frown, "Sorry?"
"Mal I..." Trip trailed off and Malcolm decided he wanted
to leave. Now.
He pushed back his chair and stood, "I've got to go."
His clipped tones were the epitome of military formality, "I have to calibrate
the forward targeting scanners."
He heard Travis give a strangled, "Malcolm." as he turned,
but that didn't stop him from quickly leaving the room.
Malcolm shook off the memory as best he could. It had
haunted him all of last night and all day today. So far, he'd managed to
avoid Travis, Hosh, and Trip, but it was only a matter of time before he was stuck
working with them on something. He consulted the padd he carried.
"18:00 dinner, 19:00 music/dancing in the aft observation lounge, 19:30 chef's
chocolate making workshop, 20:00 movie begins, 22:45 fresh cookies served in mess
hall..." The entire ship seemed to be in the Valentine's Day spirit, openly
encouraged by the captain no less. In a sense Malcolm could understand completely,
everyone had been running themselves ragged lately and the break was much deserved
(and much needed as well). He checked the chronometer, 19:45, well past
the dinner rush. Malcolm decided he'd chance a visit to the mess hall as
Trip had probably left by now.
The doors swished open and he made his way to the food cupboards
as quickly as possible. He just wanted to grab something that he could eat
in his quarters. He was almost at his destination when a raucous burst of
laughter caught his attention. He froze to the spot and slowly turned his
head. Trip was seated some distance away with a tray of half shaped truffles
in front of him, surrounded by female crewmembers. Malcolm recognized Hoshi
and Crewman Kelley as the group burst into laughter again. Malcolm felt
their laughter stab into his heart and cursed his carelessness yesterday.
Trip's reaction had been completely different from Travis and Hoshi's. They
had just been surprised, but unbothered, friends. There had been something
else dancing in Trip's wide eyes. Just Malcolm's luck that his friend was
homophobic. That was the only conclusion that he could draw from it.
Of course, he'd never be able to ask Trip point blank about it. Homophobia
was pretty much gone these days. The taboo against it was so strong, besides,
it was an allegation that could keep Trip from being promoted. Heck it could
drum him out of the fleet.
Malcolm broke out of his reverie and was stunned to see Trip
staring directly at him. Malcolm's eyes widened at the intensity of Trip's
gaze and he abruptly turned away to escape it.
There was a thump followed by an "Ooops. Oh Lieutenant!
I'm so sorry." Malcolm felt a warm wetness running down his face.
Stunned, he looked down and found the front of his uniform covered in a viscous
brown substance. He raised his eyes and was confronted by the apologetic
face of Ensign Cook who was clutching the remains of a bowl of melted chocolate
in his hands. Someone barked out a laugh from across the room and it was
only a second before the entire mess dissolved into helpless laughter.
"It's okay, Ensign. It was an accident." Malcolm
wheeled around and left the room. The laughter of his crewmates ringing
in his ears.
"Malcolm!" Malcolm ignored the call and kept walking.
"Hey Mal, wait up." The man behind him began to jog, his footfalls echoing
in the corridor. It was a only a few seconds before he overtook the smaller
man. Malcolm felt a hand grasp his shoulder, "Hey, Mal. You okay?"
He hand forced him to turn which he did reluctantly.
When he slowly raised his eyes he was amazed to find only concern in Trip's eyes.
"I'm fine. Just a bit sticky. Thank you Commander." He moved
to turn away, but the hand forced him back again.
"Commander? C'mon, Mal, I thought we were friends."
Malcolm blinked in surprise, "Friends?"
Trip frowned, "Yeah Malcolm. We go on shore leave together,
we work on projects together, we play poker together, we chat at 0200 in the mess
when we can't sleep, we work out together. You know, friends."
Malcolm breathed a sigh of relief, "You still want to be friends,
after, you know..."
Trip's brow furrowed, "Of course, Malcolm."
Malcolm felt himself fill with relief, "Oh. I thought
I might have buggered it up, or something."
"Naw, Mal. That wouldn't screw up our friendship."
Trip watched in fascination as Malcolm seemed to flush at his choice of words.
Everything suddenly made sense. "Who do you like, Malcolm?" Malcolm
stared intently at Trip, but the man seemed to have finally mastered his poker
face. When Malcolm didn't reply, Trip continued, "'Cause I got to thinking
and..." He trailed off and scrubbed a hand through his hair before he continued,
"It seems it might be me."
Malcolm felt his heart stop. Trip knew. Malcolm
licked his lips nervously before, on impulse, he jumped in with both feet.
It couldn't get much worse anyhow. Perhaps he'd be able to salvage the friendship
afterwards, "I do like you. A great deal."
Trip let out an explosive huff of breath before Malcolm was
amazed to see a slow smile light up Trip's features, "Really? 'Cause, there's
something only Jon and my family know about me." Malcolm felt his heart
start again, "I'm bi."
"Bi." The word was a mere whisper from Malcolm.
Trip shifted nervously, "And I kinda like you too."
"You like me." A matching smile alighted on Malcolm's
features. "You really like me?"
"I really, really, really like you." Trip's infectious
grin became even wider. "So I was wondering..."
Trip leaned in close and gentry trailed his tongue over a patch
of dark chocolate that was stuck to Malcolm's chin before whispering in the other
man's ear, "I was wondering if you'd like some help cleaning up because you look
good enough to eat." Trip moved and, in the corridor, captured Malcolm's
lips in their first kiss together.
Malcolm stiffened at first, hyper aware of their surroundings,
before he decided that this was Trip. He was in love. And he couldn't
care less who found out. Malcolm kissed back fervently, reaching up and
cupping the back of Trip's neck with his hands.
They eventually parted and Trip was overjoyed to see a happy
gleam in Malcolm's eye, "That would be lovely."
Trip reached down and took Malcolm's slightly sticky hand,
guiding the other man to his quarters. "Happy Valentine's Day, Malcolm."
"Happy Valentine's Day, Trip."