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[originalredshirt]

So you're trying again and you've got somewhere in mind to send me. I can't say that I'm too pleased about this development. There are people I need to get back to on Enterprise or else who knows what sort of trouble may occur in my absence.

And I'm well aware of the point in which you're pulling me from. I doubt there's any time that's worse for me than being locked in the brig for treason by the captain.

...That is not an invitation to see if you can find something worse.

Comments

because DW reminded me this journal exists recently.

[pettythief]

Come on, Mal, you of all people can't be saying there's no possible worse option.

oh my god why that account

[originalredshirt]

I was trying to be optimistic. [yeah, right] I could have listed off all of the moments where I nearly died, my friends nearly died, some mix of the two, the moment where I thought my best friend was killed, or even the alternate timeline where all of humanity was hunted down and killed. Would that have been better, Christopher?

would you rather deal with the catboy or canonhopper? really now.

[pettythief]

Better? No. More Mal-like? Most definitely.

maybe. no, as long as he doesn't talk about relationship issues

[originalredshirt]

I'll remember that for the next time you comment on my pessimism.

[translation: Mal will doom and gloom at you forever, Chris.]

don't jinx yourself, Mal.

[pettythief]

Yeah, no, you don't need to change habits on my account. I was just commenting.

So, you're... on a spaceship?

[keepurshirtonlt]

....

....

you were locked in the brig for what?

[originalredshirt]

[Okay, he wasn't expecting having to explain all that nonsense to Trip.]

Well, it was more of a misunderstanding than anything else, but the captain believed it was treason at the time.

[keepurshirtonlt]

[Yeah well, Jon hadn't expected to explain how they got home to Trip either.]

How in the hell would the Cap'n ever suspect you of treason? That don't make any sense!

[originalredshirt]

[Trip, stop making things complicated for the adults.]

It was a complicated situation. Phlox had been kidnapped so that he could cure a plague spreading through the Klingon Empire. I had been ordered to slow down Enterprise's search. Captain Archer was unaware of the reason behind the kidnapping nor did he know of my orders. He wasn't very pleased when he found out that I had tampered with the clues that could have been used to find Phlox and even more so when he learned that I had been order to do so and keep quiet of my involvement.

[keepurshirtonlt]

[pffft, this is Trip you are talking about. Why would he do that?]

Orders from who?

You aren't a Klingon spy are you?

[What the hell happened after they got home?]

[captainarcher]

[sigh]

[keepurshirtonlt]

What else haven't you told me ?!

[captainarcher]

[attempting levity] Well...I mentioned that Hoshi and T'Pol got married, right?

[keepurshirtonlt]

Ha. Ha.

Come on Cap'n. What else?

[aggrandize]

Tsk, tsk. You should know better than to poke the sleeping muns, Sir.

[originalredshirt]

[And now Malcolm's going to lineface because you.]

In this case, I wasn't the one doing the poking, Ensign.

[aggrandize]

[ Is that any way to think about your 2IC, Malcolm? ]

With all due respect, Sir, you did practically dare her to come up with something worse. I don't think there's anywhere that would count that as not poking.

[originalredshirt]

[It is when his 2IC is a pain in the ass like Chris.]

She has yet to take it as a sign to come up with something worse than she all ready has. When she does, I'll count it as poking.

[aggrandize]

[ Poor Malcolm never gets a break. ]

I guess that's why you're chief of security, Sir.

[keepurshirtonlt]

I'm oddly complied to add that I didn't do it either!

[aggrandize]

Commander?

Are we having a Not It contest now?

yoo hoo

[captainarcher]

We sorted it all out, Malcolm.

well hello there

[originalredshirt]

I know, sir, and it won't happen again.

[He will forever beat himself up over this.]

XD how you doin'?

[captainarcher]

[....a measuring look at you]

[I'm still angry]

[but you've done your time, both in the brig and emotionally]

[and the look on your face goes a long way towards helping, too]

[so there's a small amount of amused affection in my voice]

Malcolm. Breathe.

[originalredshirt]

[Malcolm takes that as an order and starts to take in a breath until his mind catches up to his body and he attempts to stop, but fails in doing so, breathing out a soft sigh instead.]

Sorry, sir.