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slashthedrabble Apr. 30th, 2005 01:36 am)
shosen.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Apr. 30th, 2005 01:36 am)Fandom: Enterprise
Pairing: Malcolm/Trip
Notes: This was written rather quickly, since I didn't have much time, but still wanted to get a drabble in this week.
The Universal Translator had to be on the fritz again. It was having trouble with the old woman, shaman, according to Hoshi, who mumbled more than spoke, but even what it could make out couldn’t possible right. She had gone up to Trip, taken one of the tools out of his kit, and walked away without ever talking to him. Then she had grabbed Malcolm by the arm, murmuring all the while, with the translator catching “opposites”, “attraction”, and “destiny,” which was when Malcolm gave up on the thing. They were supposed to “play nice” according to the Captain, so he just went with it when the old woman took him into her heavily decorated tent, and sat him on one side of a circle drawn in sand on the floor. He almost balked when she took his phase pistol, but so far everyone here was friendly, and the safety was on.
He sat politely as she chanted, drew a symbol in oil on his forehead, and tied the tool and phase pistol together with leather, decorating both with beads and feathers. When she was done, she presented the odd parcel to him, and ushered him out of the tent. He was too curious about her parting words, and the happy satisfied look in her eyes, so he gave in and looked at the translator again.
“My blessings on your union.”
She was already in the tent when he turned around to protest. Not that it mattered, given the communication difficulties they’d been having since arriving. Instead, he looked at the items in his hand, telling himself he didn’t believe in magic, but he pulled them apart quickly. He just wish he knew if he was doing so because he was afraid the charm would work, or that it wouldn’t.
Pairing: Malcolm/Trip
Notes: This was written rather quickly, since I didn't have much time, but still wanted to get a drabble in this week.
The Universal Translator had to be on the fritz again. It was having trouble with the old woman, shaman, according to Hoshi, who mumbled more than spoke, but even what it could make out couldn’t possible right. She had gone up to Trip, taken one of the tools out of his kit, and walked away without ever talking to him. Then she had grabbed Malcolm by the arm, murmuring all the while, with the translator catching “opposites”, “attraction”, and “destiny,” which was when Malcolm gave up on the thing. They were supposed to “play nice” according to the Captain, so he just went with it when the old woman took him into her heavily decorated tent, and sat him on one side of a circle drawn in sand on the floor. He almost balked when she took his phase pistol, but so far everyone here was friendly, and the safety was on.
He sat politely as she chanted, drew a symbol in oil on his forehead, and tied the tool and phase pistol together with leather, decorating both with beads and feathers. When she was done, she presented the odd parcel to him, and ushered him out of the tent. He was too curious about her parting words, and the happy satisfied look in her eyes, so he gave in and looked at the translator again.
“My blessings on your union.”
She was already in the tent when he turned around to protest. Not that it mattered, given the communication difficulties they’d been having since arriving. Instead, he looked at the items in his hand, telling himself he didn’t believe in magic, but he pulled them apart quickly. He just wish he knew if he was doing so because he was afraid the charm would work, or that it wouldn’t.
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