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@outsiderofenterprise liked for some domestic shit
Malcolm groaned at the brightness of the sunshine filtering in through the blinds and he sighed. He reached up and pulled them closed, snuggling up closer to J, who was currently residing on the outside portion of the bed. “Why did you move so far away from me?” He asked, voice still husky from sleep as he pulled J closer to him and the wall on the other side of the bed. “It’s too early to go anywhere.”
Oh my, oh my, I should have known when he said to me on the phone: "You do not know me very well, but I would never hurt a fly." Then he aimed at my chest with love in his eye. I said he aimed at my chest with love in his eye.
a gift for @starraised and @outsiderofenterprise for our crackship of Hayes/Reed/Trip because I got attached to them way too fast || from this song with the pronouns changed
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“A pup told me you used to have a horrendous moustache. Maybe you’d like to explain it?” Maybe some pictures too.
@outsiderofenterprise gets a garbage fish-boy ( because angry MACOs and Armoury officers in hormonal probably horny teen bodies )
Away missions were nice and all, but Malcolm couldn’t wait to get beamed back to ship. The science team had come back earlier in the shuttlepod with their collectings, so he and Hayes were just set to beam back. Malcolm was ready to just sink down into his bed and read for a long time, hopefully until he fell asleep. He smiled a bit as he felt the transporter beam him up.
A sigh passed his lips when he felt his feet on the transporter pad, but something didn’t feel right, his clothes felt baggier than they had before. He looked down and saw a body he hadn’t seen in many years --- that of his teenage years. “Oh, this is wond-wonderful!” He snapped sarcastically, covering his mouth when he realised his stutter was back. “Sh-shit.” He looked at Hayes and noticed the same had happened to him. At least he wasn’t alone in this torture. “Hah!” He snickered at the sight of a gangly teenage Hayes and smiled a bit. “You l-look like a-an idiot.” His voice cracked while he was speaking and he flushed red, now he looked like an idiot too.
@outsiderofenterprise gets a starter cos I'm trash for wings Dark grey wings stretched from his back and out into the armoury behind him. He'd been busy between away missions and his wings were all messy, the feathers sticking out in all direction and that they were ruffled beyond fixing quickly. Malcolm wrapped his wings around his body and started slowly adjusting the feathers so they fit along his body better, carefully adjusting each one. If anything, the main cause of his stress had been far from work. He pressed his lips together and thought about what he had been told over and over again. That he should stop being so aggressive next to Hayes and just go for it, what it meant he was still unsure of. Trip had told him it was actually admitting his feelings for the other man, others had told him he had to start getting along with Hayes, but he was just confused about his feelings for the kite-winged man. So there he sat, thinking and slowly fixing his feathers one by one.
Okay, real talk though: if the transporters on ENT caused genetic, physical, and mental problems for people like Archer and Reed in the books as well as Emory Erickson’s son in Daedalus then is it possible that the shot that injured Hayes didn’t really kill him, instead it was the transporter and he just couldn’t survive the transporter’s mix up?
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Malcolm threw a phase pistol to Hayes with a smirk. “Ready, Major?” He teased, pulling up a simulation on his station. “We’ve played your games, now you play mine,” it wasn’t going to be easy, but he was sure the MACO could do it with no problem.
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Malcolm tapped at J’s PADD as Awena spoke. “I think he took it, bloody shark,” he smiled teasingly, looking under the desk, wondering if one of the kids took it. “I thought he was off today as well. Why’d the Brass come get him?”
