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Author: Nautika
Series: ENT
Pairing: Tu/R
SPOILERS: None
Rating: PG
Parts: 1/1
Date: October 2002
Feedback: All comments are welcome and appreciated!
Archive: EntSTCommunity, and any of the other Enterprise archives, ASC*, and my site.
Disclaimer: The usual.
Notes: This is for Sara, for her indulgence and encouragement. And for Mindy, my beta, for Beta Reader's Appreciation Day 2002, because I'm sure she doesn't realize how much she's truly appreciated. I know it's late, and short, but here it is. Any remaining errors are mine!
Summary: Odd jobs working through Starfleet training.
by Nautika
Trip chuckled to himself as he perused the familiar pages of a fond magazine. He absently ran an index finger over the full-page color photo of a young man perched seductively over a now-obsolete phase cannon casing. Bedroom eyes pierced the camera, perfect lips curled in the slightest hint of a teasing smile.
Trip thumbed to the centerfold, the corners of the well-worn pages having curled up with time. A strapping young model gazed back. Again, that smallest hint of a smile, eyes holding a promise of things to come. Trip let his gaze travel over the smooth chest and shoulders, down the flat stomach - so different from his own in color and texture. The model stood with legs wide apart, arms in front of his body, hands holding a strategically placed phase pistol, pointing towards the floor.
He read the data sheet out loud:
Name: Malcolm Reed
Turn-Ons: Perfectly symmetrical explosions, shiny new weapons, and lots of targets to practice on.
Turn-Offs: Waiting, swimming, and mean people.
Trip laughed again. Malcolm stirred at his side. "Are you looking at that magazine *again*."
"Mmm hmm."
"I should never have showed you. I told you, I only modeled because my father refused to pay for my Starfleet training. Give it back and go to bed." Malcolm reached over and took the magazine away from Trip and tossed it towards the desk.
~ The next morning ~
Trip kissed Malcolm lightly on the forehead before leaving for the morning shift. Once he was sure Trip wouldn't be coming back, Malcolm dug under his mattress and settled down to look at his own favorite magazine - Engineers Extravaganza. He turned immediately to the center page and smiled at the piercing blue eyes gazing back. He ran his hand over the image and mumbled, "Bloody staples."
The End.