Star Trek Imagines (Reader-Inserts) Part Two

Ent. Malcolm Reed - The Way I See You

A/N: chevyp15 requested this - enjoy!

You entered the armoury, PADD in hand, and you scanned the room for Malcolm. Once you spotted him scanning a set of phase pistols, you made your way over.

"Hey," you said as you approached. "Trip wanted me to give you this." You held out the PADD.

Malcolm smiled softly and took it. "Took him long enough. I've been asking for these analyses for days."

"He told me to tell you he's sorry they took so long," you said.

Malcolm huffed in a soft laugh. "Of course he did. Well, thank him for me when you see him."

You nodded. "How's it going here?"

"Not bad," he replied. "Just making sure all of these weapons are working properly."

"I'll let you get back to it then."

"Y/N," he said as you turned away. "Are we still on for tonight?"

You frowned, but put on a smile when you turned back to him. "I think so, but I may need to work late."

He nodded, a slight frown pulling at his lips. "All right. Just let me know."

You nodded and left before he could talk about it anymore.

That evening, you were in your quarters trying to figure out what to wear for your date with Malcolm. With all of your work done, you didn't have an excuse to cancel. You stared at yourself in the mirror and frowned. You didn't feel as though your outfit complemented your body. Though, it was rare that you felt complemented by your clothes.

You pulled off your clothes and tried on a different potential outfit. You still felt insecure, but less so than you had in any of the other options. You sighed in frustration and ran a hand through your hair.

Your doorbell rang and you frowned. You went and opened the door, revealing Malcolm standing there with flowers in his hands.

"Is it 1900 already?" you asked.

He nodded, brow furrowing. "If you're not ready, there's no rush. The movie doesn't start until 1930."

"I'm sorry," you said. "I lost track of time. I was trying to figure out what to wear."

"It's all right," he said. "You know I think you look lovely in anything."

You smiled slightly. "I know."

"Here," he said, handing you the flowers. "These are for you."

Your smile widened. You took them from him. "Thank you, they're beautiful. Come on in while I find something to put them in."

Malcolm stepped into your quarters and you searched through things for a vase.

"I see you and your closet had a disagreement," Malcolm mused, seeing all of the clothes thrown across the room.

You smiled sheepishly. "Just a little."

"Well, what you have on looks lovely on you," he said.

You smiled your thanks and went into the bathroom to fill the vase with water. You then placed the vase with the flowers on your desk.

"I mean it, Y/N," Malcolm said, moving to stand beside you. "I think you look stunning, as always. I wish you could see yourself as I see you."

You shrugged meekly. "I know. I wish that too. But right now, I just... can't. Maybe one day."

He took your hands and looked at you with a gentle gaze. "Until that day comes, I'm here to remind you every day how amazing you look, even if you don't believe me."

You smiled, giving his hands a small squeeze. "Thank you. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm so grateful to have you in my life."

Malcolm kissed your forehead. "I love you."

"I love you, too." You leaned up and kissed his lips softly.

Malcolm cupped your face in his hand and smiled. "If you're ready to go, we should make our way to the messhall. We want to get good seats for the movie."

You extended a hand towards your door. "After you."

Malcolm took your hand and led you out.