Fear the Monkey!
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First Line Meme What Everyone's SO Over, Damn You, Leah
Enterprise:
When Trip was little and a storm blew in off the Gulf of Mexico, he liked to sit at the window and press his nose against the wire screen to watch the rain pound down.
Malcolm gritted his teeth as Phlox explored the wound on his back.
"Would you look at that? It's extraordinary."
A hand reached out, wrapped around his upper arm, and yanked him into a darkened alley.
Three of Starfleet's finest trooped merrily along a corridor of the flagship of the fleet, until one of them slowed to a stop and looked around uncertainly.
"I told you we would get in trouble."
There's nothing like a quiet night in my quarters.
All the way back to the ship on the shuttlepod, Malcolm smirked at him.
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Dear Penthouse, I never thought this would happen to me!
My hand shakes a little as I tap in the engineering override code to open Malcolm's door.
"It looks like the problem is in the power transfer conduits."
Liz Cutler rested her head against one of the mess hall tables.
"Are you all right, Commander? You look a little flushed."
"Breathe, Malcolm."
I've been conferring with my engineers, working on a plan to shore up the areas where we've lost the hull plating, when the captain calls me.
I shift a little on the bunk, trying to find a comfortable position for my leg.
Trip saw nothing but white.
Malcolm caught Trip's hand as he reached out, wrapping his fingers around the other man's and returning the pressure, strong and steady.
For once, trade negotiations had gone almost ridiculously well for the crew of the *Enterprise*.
Atlantis:
"Brunette, huh?"
Sheppard turned the corner just in time to see a small, dark-haired woman with an Indian flag patch on her arm slap Rodney McKay across the face and walk away.
Sheppard finally found him in the desalination control room.
"Your numbers are off."
"Why are we here, again?"
Rodney's not a nice person.
McKay hurried through his post-mission unpacking, anxious for a snack and a cup of coffee.
Five minutes.
Rodney is used to wanting what he can't have.
Carson Beckett liked to kiss Rodney while they had sex.
I was somehow convinced that more of them were dialogue...
Oh, and I'm hating Leah with a fiery passion for other, unrelated reasons right now, for the record. She knows why. Damn tiny Canadians.
Tomorrow is our work Halloween party! Which would be great, except I'm helping coordinate it. No pressure...