#satoreed

Another crack fic. This one's not done, but is being updated regularly!

"Oh, shut up, you big baby," she snapped. "I told you I'm not taking any chances. It's the visor, or a blindfold under the helmet and earplugs in your ears, and then you won't hear me, either." He grumbled a bit, then subsided. She made sense. "Fine. If that's what's needed. I can appreciate a decent level of paranoia." "Good." He felt her getting back onto the bike, and put his arms around her again, this time deliberately sliding his hands across her waist and legs, just to be annoying. She sighed. "I take it that's meant to indicate how helpless you are without vision, and how you need tactile direction instead." "Yes," he said simply.  "This time I am rolling my eyes," she stated, but he detected a note of grudging amusement. "Idiotic Brit."  "That's Captain idiotic Brit to you," he deadpanned, and swore he heard a smothered snort before she restarted the bike and drove off. 

Secret agent shenanigans ftw! Also a metric fuck-ton of action, angst, and dubious science. And explosions. Hey, it's Malcolm, after all!

My first real action fic; loved writing it, because natural disasters are my jam!

“Close the hatch!” he yelled, already at the flight console and starting up the shuttle’s systems as she wrestled with the door controls, overriding the system and pulling the heavy door closed manually before securing the latches. Just as the hatch thunked into place, the magma tube Hoshi had discovered erupted. With an earth-shattering roar, the cave was obliterated, a shockwave racing up the hill and ash pouring into the sky. If they’d been outside, the pyroclastic cloud would have killed them in seconds, Malcolm knew. As it was, it sounded like a 16-inch battleship gun had gone off right next to the shuttlepod.

Outrun

And its three E-rated sequels (one not written by me).

“Now," he said, his tone that of a man on the edge, "in the one day we have known each other, have I done anything I have said I wouldn’t do?” She refused to answer, so he shook her a little. “Have I?”  She had the temerity to hiss at him like a very angry cat, so, fast losing his patience, he growled back at her. She glared at him, not giving an inch, and bared her teeth. He bared his in turn and growled again, deep in his chest.

The Little Shit™ energy is strong with these two!

My first and main Enterprise OTP. I know the biggest ships are Tucker/Reed and T'Pol/Hoshi but hey, it's been 20 years (give or take) of shipping so sue me.