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Title: Diplomacy

Author: kageygirl

E-mail: kageygirl@gmail.com

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Fandom: Enterprise

Pairing: Tucker/Reed

Rating: PG-13

Category: Slash

Summary: There's a story behind Malcolm's little smirk, there, during 2.11 "Precious Cargo."

Spoilers: 2.11 "Precious Cargo"

Comments: This kinda took a left turn on me when I wasn't looking. But I think it ended up where it was supposed to be.

All the way back to the ship on the shuttlepod, Malcolm smirked at him.

All the way through decon, when Kaitaama wouldn't let anyone but Trip spread the gel on her, and seemed happy to spread it on him in return, Malcolm smirked at him.

He even smirked during Trip's medical examination, though he did wince in sympathy at the laceration on his shoulder blade, and the bruises on his back and head, otherwise Trip might have been a little disturbed. The smirk came back when Phlox informed Trip that he was lucky to have a very thick skull.

Kaitaama had gone off with the captain and T'Pol, probably complaining about the guest quarters on Enterprise. Trip was tired, and hungry, and he wanted a hot shower and a uniform that didn't smell of pond scum. He paused outside sickbay, unable to decide between the mess hall and his quarters, until he caught a whiff of the fetid odor coming from his jumpsuit. Quarters first. He looked too disreputable right then, and the way the rumor mill worked, the crew would soon have enough to laugh at him about without him showing up looking like he lost a wrestling match with the Swamp Thing.

Malcolm trailed after him, and Trip stared hard at him as they walked. The smirk was gone, but something in Malcolm's eyes told him it was just taking a coffee break and would be along shortly.

Malcolm didn't say anything, hadn't said anything, but Trip didn't trust that to last. He punched in the code for his quarters with more force than was necessary, and waved Malcolm in ahead of him, with as much sarcasm as he could put into the gesture. Malcolm nodded graciously, but that smirk was tugging at his lips again, and Trip folded his arms and stared at the other man as his door closed.

"All right, Malcolm—cut it out or spit it out."

Malcolm grinned and said, "I'm just constantly amazed at your inability to keep your uniform on."

Trip glared at him and turned away to gather up clean clothing, hoping Malcolm would take the hint and leave. When he didn't, Trip slammed the door of his locker and sighed. "You're just determined to think the worst of me, aren't you?"

"It did seem that the First Monarch was suitably impressed with your more obvious charms."

Trip threw the bundle of clothes onto the bed angrily. "Yeah, that's right, Malcolm. I used my kidnapping and escape to a marshy planet as an excuse to get it on with an incredibly irritating alien princess."

"You did seem awfully cozy together." By the light in his eyes, Malcolm was just teasing, but Trip was suddenly sick and tired of being caught in the wrong place at the wrong time in the wrong outfit. Hell, Malcolm had been with him on one of those occasions—if anyone should have been on his side, it should have been the armory officer.

Trip marched over to where Malcolm was leaning against the wall and narrowed his eyes at him. "No, no, you're absolutely right, Malcolm. I spent the entire time trying to get her naked. There was nothing else on my mind—certainly not getting away from our captors, or hoping Enterprise would find us, or trying to survive in the wilderness. It was all about the sex."

"Do tell." Malcolm was calm personified in the face of Trip's rising ire.

"Oh, yeah. It was kinda like this." Trip smacked both hands against the bulkhead, one on either side of Malcolm's head, and leaned in towards him. "See, after hours of wearing her down with my 'charms', and finding any excuse to strip us down to as little as possible, I pinned her up against a tree and had my wicked way with her. Is that what you want to hear?"

Malcolm looked away from him. "That's not what I meant."

"Oh, you want details?" Trip was breathing hard in his indignation. He knew he should rein in his temper, but he'd been pushed too hard too often in the past couple of days. "So, we're up against the tree. And she's looking at me nervously, and I'm getting off on that, because that's just the kind of bastard I am." Malcolm blinked at that, and looked a little sorry, but Trip was too angry to let it go that easily. "So I pressed up against her, trapped her against the tree, because I'm that kind of bastard, too." He leaned into Malcolm, pinning him against the bulkhead. Malcolm met his gaze squarely, chin up, refusing to be intimidated, and Trip had to drive the point home. "And I kissed her."

If Malcolm had looked away, even for an instant, he wouldn't have done it. But Malcolm stared him down, and Trip had to kiss him.

It was meant to be quick and defiant, to prove how ridiculous the whole thing was. Then Malcolm threaded his fingers into Trip's dirty hair, and pulled him in with a groan. Trip felt his frustration drain away, as he relaxed into that strong body and lost himself in the kiss. When he finally pulled away, Malcolm looked at him seriously, and stroked his thumbs along Trip's cheeks. "You wouldn't have done that."

"Huh?" Trip's hands had found their way to Malcolm's hips. Malcolm's uniform wasn't stiff or damp with brackish water, and Trip felt muddy and disheveled by comparison.

"You wouldn't have taken advantage of Kaitaama." Malcolm smiled at him, a real smile, and there was the trust he'd been missing. Trip felt sick about his earlier outburst.

"I'm sorry, darlin'." Trip leaned his forehead against Malcolm's and closed his eyes. "I did kiss her."

"I suspected." Trip raised his head in surprise, and Malcolm reached up to brush a stray lock of hair off his forehead. "I knew you weren't really that angry at me."

Trip searched Malcolm's face, seeing nothing but compassion. "You're not gonna rip my lungs out?"

Malcolm smothered a laugh. "What a lovely visual. No, I have plans for you later that depend on you being intact and well-oxygenated."

"I don't deserve you." Trip gathered Malcolm up into a hug.

"Probably not." Malcolm held him tightly, then wrinkled up his nose and pushed Trip away. "All right, let's get you cleaned up. You smell like a peat bog."

"Oh, so now you're tryin' to get me out of my clothes?" Trip asked with a smile as he started peeling off the soiled jumpsuit.

Malcolm grinned. "Always, Commander, always."