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@bullofamenti youre my sibling now and i Will kill a scrub-ass s/n/a/k/e for u without hesitation or mercy

Malcolm kept his eyes down, staring at the boots of his uniform. His hands gripped the cot in the brig, his stomach churning nervously as Jon entered the room. This wouldn’t end well, he thought, Jon must hate me. He’ll want me gone. Want me dead. His eyes looked up for half a second before going back down to his boots. “Jonathan...”

                 “Archer. Jonathan Archer.” He’s stumbling over his words a bit,                   which is -- well, strange for him. But so is the scenario, he                   reckons, so it’s not the worst thing in the world. “CAPTAIN Archer.                   It is... an honor to meet you.”                                 //  starter for @warpborn​ !      

“Captain.” Was that… surprise in her voice? Not enough for a human to pick up on, but she could feel it in her every movement. A single eyebrow arch was T’Pol’s version of physical disbelief. She shoved her PADD behind her back—perhaps too quickly for a Vulcan—and let the other eyebrow raise in an invitation to speak. “May I help you?”

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“More stories, Grandpa!” The little boy clapped his hands excitedly and seemed no way tired to go to sleep anytime soon, “More! More!”

His laugh was soft and nothing anyone else would hear, not even his best friends. He let his guard down around Jonathan and it showed. “Just take your time, Jonathan, we’ll get there,” he traced the other man’s jawline with a smile and just closed his eyes.