My Star Trek One-Shots

Hoshi Sato/Malcolm Reed - Can You Translate Love? Part 1

Hoshi strode down the hallway, heading straight for the weapons locker. Malcolm was most likely there. He pretty much always was.

The doors slid open as she stepped in. A quick glance around revealed that Malcolm was standing near a weapons locker, talking to one of the weapon specialists that worked underneath him.

Hoshi marched over to him and waited for Malcolm to finish with the crewman before immediately jumping on him. She took the few steps to him and grabbed his arm. Malcolm looked down at the arm and followed it up to Hoshi's face.

"Where were you last night?" Hoshi whispered, a harsh tone evident in her voice.

"In here, working. And then I worked out," Malcolm replied.

"We had a date last night, Malcolm, and you didn't show up!" Hoshi exclaimed, still whispering.

A look crossed Malcolm's face as it suddenly dawned on him.

"I'm so sorry, Hoshi, I didn't mean-" Malcolm started.

"I don't want to hear it, Lt Reed," Hoshi said, whipping around, her hair brushing his face. She marched off, fuming that he had forgotten their date.

"Hoshi, wait!" Malcolm called after her, chasing after her. The chase lasted for a few minutes before Malcolm caught up to Hoshi and grabbed her arm. He turned her around and pulled her to him. Their faces were inches apart. His pupils were dilated and desire shown.

"Hoshi, I'm sorry I missed our date. I was busy yesterday and it slipped my mind. I'll make it up to you, okay? How about tonight, my quarters?" Malcolm asked, his voice husky and deep.

Hoshi stared at him for a few seconds, her mouth open, before closing it and meeting Malcolm's gaze.

"Mess hall, 7:30. Sound good?" Hoshi asked.

"Sounds good. I won't be late, I promise," Malcolm said, giving her an apologetic look.

"You better not be," Hoshi said, yanking her arm from his grip and walking away. Malcolm felt sorry and was hoping to make it up to her.