#entrmtau

Stupid engineering and their stupid lack of escape shuttles, goddamn, not that he was going to complain for running all the way to the ‘nearest’ exit that had been opened he wasn’t tired at all when he stepped into the hallway, but really. More efficiency, yes, it was necessary. He was outside, finally, and with no time to spare. More running then. With his COMM tucked away and his tail flicking behind him, he was on his way, and he’d be with Angela and everyone else soon enough.

A piercing scream that sent a shiver down his spine. The scent of macaroni and cheese and milk. Joanna.

Instincts kicked in rapidly. Claws and teeth bared, he growled in warning to whoever dared elicit such noises from the little one, he saw red and only red and his feet were taking him faster than what he ever thought possible. Only Joanna’s life was important. Only hers until his COMM went off, reminding him of the person whom he had kissed, whom he had watched movies almost every night and who had made him laugh more times and also reminded him that not all where selfish and rotten and that there was more than running away and having a heart of stone.

But hadn’t Joanna done the same, though?

The answer was what had him freezing in his spot, essential seconds fading away quickly, and each one that disappeared had him closer to falling to his knees and yelling until his throat could no longer function, punch the floor or the walls until his hands were nothing but broken bone.

M’Tau wished and prayed to the gods that he had never, ever, joined Starfleet. Wished that as a cub, he had been spared of the pain that would forever go hand in hand with the rest of his fucking life. “I’m coming,” he croaked hoarsely, all his strength crumbled long ago. “I’m coming for you, okay.”

Well, the screen was enormous. So that was good, he guessed.

Angela had mentioned her fondness for movies while they were talking the night before, so he thought why the fuck not, I’m gonna give this thing a try, and that is how M’Tau sat in front of a huge ass screen in one of a conference rooms that was not being used (and would be empty for at least three hours, which gave them perfect time to watch this strange movie) with half his body sprawled on a seat, and the other leaning against Angela. His duties for the day were done, he'd successfully managed to go through the day without slamming someone against the wall, good day, definitely, good mood. He thought it would be a perfect opportunity to just plant one on her lips, but… this was actually very interesting.

The fish was looking for his son in one of Earth’s oceans, and this movie was old as fuck, there were animals in there that he knew had been extinct for decades now, but nevertheless it was interesting because how were they gonna find that fish that was tiny as hell? It wasn't even in the sea, it was in a damn fish tank, which was over land. So yeah, maybe he was a bit too enthralled with it, and unable to tear his eyes away. Especially with the crabs. He liked the crabs. But he would never admit it.

"You say this is considered a classic?" he asked when the blue fish began singing. God, that was awful. He flattened his ears a bit. Then again, he knew nothing of films except that some had violence and sex and this was most definitely not one of those films. Angela looked happy, so he said nothing. Until then.

Ah fuck, he was going to have to apologize to Jonathan. Though, being honest with himself, that would probably not take away the fact that he had bitten him. His reaction was a mystery that M’Tau would have to solve, preferably as soon as possible.

Also, he saw, as soon as he sat up, the sick being taken care of, and several bitten cradling their bandaged wounds. Yeah, he remembered what had happened alright. Good thing he had been unconscious, otherwise things might have gotten more than ugly. There was no one around him. No nurse, no doc, cool. The IV could be easily ripped away, and that’s what he did, he didn’t need those fancy machines and medicines and shit.