*in bathroom, drying hair*

man, who knew those conduits were so damn dirty

*hears main door open and shut*

Michael?

*walks out, still towelling hair, sees Michael dressed in his sweats, his own hair a little damp*

Ready for this?

*walks over to the bed, picks up and hands Michael a garment bag and a box*

need a hand getting dressed?

*finishes the last of his data analysis on the Xindi weapons facility ( Read more... )

[from here]*stands braced against the wall of the shower as Michael strokes the washcloth down his limbs and back up his spine ( Read more... )

*stretched out under the main console*

Hopefully I won't get bawled out for rewiring a console on the fly like this....but I'll take it if it means Malcolm is here to give it to me

*reaches out with his left hand and begins patting the ground, looking for the datapad he has which has the correct schematics he needs...

After this....

*pounds the punching bag*

*muttering*

fucking boyfriends...

*thud thud* *kick* *thud thwap*

*mutters, mimicking*
'I'm not some cheap whore that coddles you when you are in a lousy mood.' Yeah fucking RIGHT

*keeps pounding on the bag in time to the pounding in his head*

*looks at a tool*

Right

*puts it away*

Okay

*looks at the probe*

Better not touch that just in case the Lieutenant wants it.

*looks around the armoury*

I think that's everything then

*tilts head til neck joints crack*

How many years in school and command training, and the best assistance I can offer is to clean up after its over.

I am so ( Read more... )

( Personal Log. )

*still curled around Michael*

*wakes slowly*

Shit. Time to go on shift.

*kisses Michael's forehead*

*Michael stirs, but does not wake*

He needs his rest anyway

*Rises and dresses*

*Turns on monitor*

Love,
At work. Be off at noon. You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you. Shall we try again to see the doctor today?

hugs
S.*

Previously, on Treksoap...

...and now...

*comes in through the door to their quarters*

*Stephen finally releases Michael and sits on the edge of the bed*

*rubs his still-wet face with his hands*

*thinks* I can't believe what I said to Michael...Michael!

*looks up, still amazed and a little stunned*

He stayed...despite it all, he stayed

*looks at the chrono*

past midnight, shit. And I said I'd start working again tomorrow, in beta shift...I'm gonna be wrecked before I get there.

this is ridiculous

*tosses off sheets, pulls on tracksuit, and heads for the door, sans shoes*

Maybe I can walk it off