The BLTS Archive - Or Else Forget About It
by Regina Bellatrix (reginabellatrix@creativemachinations.com)

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Beta: shakespearspot

Archive: Yes to EntSTCommunity, Tim Ruben, and BLTS.  All others
please ask.

N.B.:  My answer to the challenge posted some time ago by Louise at
EntSTSlash, "...Reed/Tucker challenge, what can I say, these guys  are
just so yummy together :) Malcolm gets a huge case of amnesia and
doesn't remember anything,  who he is, who Trip is, who the Captain
is, etc, what the  *Enterprise* is, what Starfleet is, that he is in
Starfleet and  lives on *Enterprise*, everything is gone. Get the
lovely Lieutenant and the adorable Engineer together in any  way you
like. This can be done on *Enterprise* or on an away mission. They can
be  in an established relationship or not. H/C and lots of sex would
be essential to the challenge, of  course ;)"

The title is from the Santana/Rob Thomas song, "Smooth."   *"Give me
your heart, make it real, or else forget about it."*  ~RB

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He opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of a blonde  man
leaning over him, nostrils flared with fear.

"Oh, thank you, Gawd!  C'mon, buddy, we gotta git outta  here!"  The
man sounded odd.  Instinctively, he knew that was not  how he talked.

An energy discharge impacted the ground not far from where  they sat,
and he stared at the spot in fascination.  The blonde  started pulling
at him frantically.  He followed, allowing the other  man to drag him
over to some sort of vehicle.  Inside the conveyance  another man
waited.  This man was bigger than the blonde, with  dishwater brown
hair, and appeared to be the pilot.

The little vessel began to take off, shuddering unsteadily  as more of
those energy discharges hit the hull.  It was only then  that he found
his voice, asking the first questions that came to  mind.

"Who are you?  Where are you taking me?"

The pilot half turned his chair to face him before swinging  back to
the controls.  The blonde just goggled.

"Malcolm!  It's us!  We're takin' y' home."

"Malcolm?" he repeated.  "It that me?  Am I Malcolm?"

"Oh Gawd.  Yes, you're Malcolm."

"Who are you?  Where is home?"

"I'm Trip, that there," he pointed at the pilot, "is Cap'n  Archer.
Home is our ship, *Enterprise*."

"*Enterprise*."  He tested the name on his tongue.  It  didn't sound
familiar.  Then again, nothing did.

"Archer to *Enterprise*," said the pilot, flicking on a
communications device.

"*Enterprise* here," replied a woman's cool voice.  "Are you  alright,
Captain?"

"I'm fine.  Get ready to reel us in, and have Phlox standing  by once
we're docked.  There's something wrong with Lieutenant Reed."

"Yes, Captain."

Archer flicked the comm off, and a moment later the little  ship
jostled as the docking arm caught hold of it.  He powered down  the
engines and turned to face the other two officers.  Malcolm was
looking about with a curious expression, almost child-like.  The  open
expression made him look younger than he did when he was his  usual
intense, focused self.  Trip was wearing an expression of  commingled
shock and horror.  With them was a trace of what Jon  would have
termed despair, though he couldn't fathom why his old  friend would be
feeling such an emotion.

No matter.  In another few minutes they would be out of the  pod and
could turn Malcolm over to Phlox.  The Denobulan doctor  would fix the
lieutenant's amnesia, and they would all get on with  life.

---

"I'm afraid that there's nothing I can do, Captain."

"Say that again, Doctor."

"There is nothing physically wrong with Mister Reed," Phlox  explained
patiently.  "The blow to his head and the residual from  the energy
blast Mister Tucker said grazed the lieutenant no doubt  were what
caused his memory loss to begin with.  I've taken care of  the
physical injuries to his brain, but there's still a little  swelling
which must be allowed to subside on its own.  I'm certain  that his
memory will return as it does.  In the meantime, he should  rest."

Archer glanced over at his Armoury Officer, who was sitting  patiently
on a biobed, looking around with the same curious  expression as in
the shuttlepod.  "Would it help to have someone  show him around the
ship?  Maybe jog his memory a bit?"

"Possibly, there's no way to tell what will trigger memory.   Just
don't tire him too much.  You cannot force his memories to  return,
you can only coax them back."

"Understood, Doctor."  Archer walked over to the comm  panel.  "Archer
to Tucker."

"Tucker here.  What can I do for ya, Cap'n?"

"If you're not too busy, I'd like you to come to Sickbay,  Trip.  I've
got a little project for you."

---

"Whaddya mean, he's still got amnesia?" Trip asked with a  panicky
edge.  "Is he gonna get better?"

"Doc says he'll be fine, Trip.  It'll just take a little  while."
Archer spoke in his most reassuring voice, trying to calm  his
keyed-up friend.  "In the meantime, I want you to show him  around the
ship.  Take him to his quarters, take him to the mess for  lunch and
introduce him to people, show him the Armoury, that kind  of thing.
Hopefully, he'll start recognising things."

"Okay, I can do that."  He turned toward Malcolm's biobed  and said,
"Hey, Malcolm!  C'mere, Cap'n wants me to show you around."

Malcolm hopped down from the bed, obediently trotting over  to his
superiors.  He stopped next to the blonde, looking up at the  taller
man.  "Can we get something to eat first?  I'm starving."

"Sure thing.  J'st follow me."

Trip lead him out of Sickbay and down the corridors to the  mess hall.
Malcolm watched the crew they passed along the way  avidly, searching
for faces he recognised.  There were none.  Even  in the sea of faces
that greeted him as he and Trip entered the  mess, there was nothing,
no one who struck any chords for him.

"Food's over here."  Trip pointed at the serving cases  lining one
wall.  "J'st grab a tray and put what you want t' eat on  it.  I saw
Hoshi and Travis, we'll go sit with them."

"What should I eat?  I don't know what I like."  Malcolm bit  his lip
worriedly.

"Well, you like pasta most times.  I think Chef's made a  linguini of
some sort.  Here, here it is.  Wanna try that?"

"Sure."  He smiled in thanks as Trip deposited the plate of  linguini
on his tray.  A mug of hot tea joined it, and Trip turned  to fetch
his own meal.

"C'mon, I'll introduce you to your friends."


He was lead through the hall to a table seating a slim young  woman
with black hair and an equally young black man.  The two were
chatting amicably when Trip and Malcolm arrived.  They broke off
their conversation to greet the older men.

"Commander, Lieutenant, pull up a chair," said Travis,  flashing his
white teeth in a broad smile.

"We heard you were in Sickbay, Lieutenant.  I hope you're  alright."
Hoshi was looking at Malcolm with concern, and he looked  to Trip for
help.

"Malcolm's mostly okay."

"Mostly okay?" Hoshi repeated.

"Um, yeah.  You see, he's kinda got a bit of amnesia.  Well,  more'n a
bit really.  He doesn't remember a thing."

"Amnesia?" the two ensigns asked at once.

"Yup.  So, in light of that...  Malcolm, I'd like you to  meet some
friends of ours.  Ensigns Travis Mayweather and Hoshi  Sato."

"Pleased to meet you both."

Travis and Hoshi just goggled and exchanged a disbelieving  look.  "Oh
boy," said Travis.

"You can say that again," Hoshi responded.

---

At dinner with Travis, Hoshi, and Malcolm three days later,  Trip
scrubbed a hand over his face wearily and said, "I can't  believe that
you still can't remember anythin'.  Isn't anythin'  ringin' any bells
yet?"

"I assure you, Commander, I am finding this every bit as  frustrating
as you are, but I still cannot remember anything."

"Nothin'?  Not even a fragment of somthin'?"

Malcolm frowned in thought and said, "Well, there is one  thing..."

"What?" asked Hoshi, glaring at Trip a bit, telling him to  back off
with her expression before turning back to Malcolm with an
encouraging look.

"It's more of an emotion than anything else.  I remember an  emotion
when I'm with you."  He pointed at Trip.

"Anger or irritation, I bet," said Travis with a grin.

"No, it's..."  Malcolm huffed out a frustrated breath, as if  he
couldn't quite pin down what he was feeling.  Suddenly, he  reached
for Trip, pulling the blonde toward him and kissing him  soundly.
When he released the other man, Malcolm sat back in his  chair, a
satisfied smile lighting his features.  "*Yes*, that's it!   I love
you.  And you love me.  You make me happier than anyone else  ever
has, I remember that.  Charles Tucker the Third, I love you  with all
my heart."

Trip was blushing at Malcolm's outburst, Travis and Hoshi  were
staring at the pair with their mouths hanging open, and heads  were
beginning to turn all around the room.  Finally, Hoshi blurted  out,
"You two are lovers?!  Since when?"

Trip blushed harder and muttered, "Been about four months, I  guess."

"Four months!  Why didn't you tell us?"  Hoshi was indignant  now.

"He," Trip pointed accusingly at Malcolm, "wanted to keep  things
discreet.  Course that's all shot to hell now."

"You could have told *me*," said Malcolm with a peeved  expression.

"I didn't want to push ya.  Figured it'd be better if you  remembered
on your own.  Didn't figure on it takin' three days, or  you blurtin'
it out in the middle of the mess hall!"

"Well, pardon me!  I'm sorry it took so long to remember.   I'm sorry
I was so pleased at finally remembering that I became  affectionate in
public.  Obviously, I have failed to live up to your  standards."
Malcolm shoved his chair away from the table, angry,  standing to
leave.  "Never understood why you wanted me anyway."

There was real hurt in the Englishman's voice, and Trip was  reminded
of the first time Malcolm had uttered words to that effect.


*Trip woke slowly, luxuriating in the warmth of his bed, the  feel of
the sheets against his bare skin.  He reached out a hand,  seeking out
the body of the man he'd made love to the night before,  the man he
loved.  He found nothing.  The man was gone, and he was  alone.*

*Hurt, anger, and confusion swirled inside him as he lay there.  A
one night stand.  That's all it had been.  He'd thought it was more
than that.  He'd thought it was love.*

*A noise from the bathroom startled him from his thoughts.   He looked
up to see Lieutenant Malcolm Reed step out into the room.   The man
was fully clothed already, and looked like a deer caught in  the
headlights as soon as he saw Trip was awake and looking at him.*

*"Whatcha doin' up an' dressed so early, Mal?"*

*"Um...  I ... I was going to head back to my quarters.  I  don't
belong here."*

*Trip frowned at the man's words.  Malcolm seemed ...  upset.  He
seemed intent on turning what had occurred into a one  night stand.
Trip had the sudden conviction that it wasn't  necessarily what
Malcolm wanted.  He knew it wasn't what he himself  wanted.*

*"Don't belong here?  I should think that anybody I say  belongs here
does.  They're my quarters after all."*

*"Why would you want me here?  I don't understand why you  would want
me."*

Then, Trip had given Malcolm the only answer he could: that  he loved
him.  Now, he did the same.


"Damn it, Malcolm!"  He stood, grabbing ahold of the smaller  man and
yanking him around to face him, not caring if everyone on  the ship
was watching.  "I love you, that's why!  Told ya that  before."  Trip
crushed the dark haired man to him, stopping any  argument by stilling
his lips with a kiss.  Malcolm tensed for a  moment, and Trip half
expected to get a jab in his ribs for his  trouble, but the other man
suddenly melted into him.

In the next moment, the kiss was returned full force.  Trip  felt like
it could have gone on forever, but the sound of someone  conspicuously
clearing his throat brought them up short.

"Well, *that* certainly explains a few things."  Archer's  voice,
dripping with amusement, cut through Trip's pleasant  haze.  "Couldn't
you have waited until you were in private?"

Trip turned to look at his old friend and shook his head  firmly.
"Nope.  Had damage control t' do.  Couldn't wait."  He felt  a warm
pressure against his side and looked down to where Malcolm  was
burrowing against him.  The dark haired Brit had wrapped an arm
around his waist, resting his head on his shoulder.  He looked so
relaxed and happy, Trip couldn't help but smile.  Whatever it was
that made Malcolm so defensive and reticent most of the time was  gone
with the bulk of his memory.  He felt vaguely ashamed at the  tiny
wish that the rest of Malcolm's memory wouldn't return, just so  that
this sweet, open version of his lover would remain.

"So ... is this a new development or is Malcolm's memory  returning?
Considering your initial panic at his amnesia, Trip, I'm  betting on
returning memory."

"I'm remembering a little bit," said Malcolm.  "Being  dragged around
by Trip for three days has jogged a few things loose."

"Like this attraction?"

"Love, Sir.  It's definitely love."

Trip slid one arm around Malcolm, stroking his cheek with  his other
hand.  He looked up at Archer, grinning at the befuddled  expression
on the man's face.  "You look confused, Cap'n."

"Just trying to wrap my mind around this," he made a motion
encompassing the two men.  "I really had no idea."

"That had been our original intent."

"But not anymore?"

"Guess not."

Archer shook his head, giving the pair a half smile.  "I  guess I'll
leave you two to it.  Try and jog a few more memories  loose, will
you?  I'd like to have my Armoury Officer back soon."

"Aye, aye, Cap'n."

---

"Jog your memory, Cap'n said."

"I don't ... oh yes, right there ... quite think this is  what he had
in mind."

"You objectin'?"

"No, not at all."

"All right then."  The nude engineer returned his attention  to the
hard, equally nude body of the man he was straddling,  delicately
nibbling on an earlobe.  One hand stroked Malcolm's back  while the
other wrapped around their twin erections, holding the  lengths
together.  "This ring any bells?"

"Can't say it does, oh, but it feels good."

Trip started a pumping motion with his hand, squeezing  gently.  "How
'bout this?"  His breath tickled at Malcolm's ear, and  he was
delighted by the shudder that ran through his lover's body at  the
stimuli.

"Oh Trip..."

The blonde grinned and latched onto the Brit's neck, sucking  and
licking at the pulsing jugular vein.  The hand on Malcolm's back
wandered lower, fingers teasing at the cleft of his buttocks.  With  a
breathy moan, Malcolm thrust up into Trip's other hand, drawing a
moan from the Southerner as well as their phalluses rubbed against
one another in the tight space of Trip's fist.

Releasing their cocks, Trip coaxed Malcolm into lying back  on the
bed.  He snatched up the lubricant he had conveniently left  on his
pillow and sat back on his haunches.  Malcolm whimpered in
disappointment and then gasped in anticipation a moment later, as
Trip set his feet on the bed, heels touching his ass and placed so
that his thighs were spread.

"That was the introduction.  Time for part one of your  refresher
course."

"Part onooohhhh..."  Malcolm's words turned into a pleasure  filled
groan as Trip slipped one slick digit into him.  After the  second
finger dipped inside him, Malcolm quickly lost count,  squirming in
his desire to draw the digits deeper into his body.   Little mewls and
gasps escaped him when Trip lowered his head to  lick and nibble along
his shaft.  Unfortunately, the clever mouth  didn't stay for very
long, withdrawing along with the fingers after  a few moments.

The fingers, at least, were replaced immediately.  Trip's  cock filled
him at an agonisingly slow rate, the mushroom shaped  head popping
through his sphincter and pushing forward a centimetre  per gasping
breath.  When Trip was fully seated in him, he paused  for a moment,
leaning down to claim a kiss, then pulled back out at  the same slow
pace.

In and out.  In and out, all at the same controlled pace.   Malcolm
thought he was going to go insane.  When he managed to crack  his eyes
open, he was treated to the sight of Trip, brow furrowed in
concentration and neck cording popping as he struggled to maintain
his careful motion.  The man was beautiful, sweat running down his
face, hair mussed.  He was also surprising, because in the next
moment, Trip had pulled all of the way out of Malcolm, sprawling  next
to him on the bed.

"End part one.  Move on to part two."

"Part two?"  This time Malcolm got the words out, though he  rather
wished he hadn't been allowed to, aching with frustrated  desire as he
was.

"Fuck me," replied Trip, spreading his legs and handing the  lube to
Malcolm.  "Hard."

Malcolm didn't need to be told twice.  He snatched the  lubricant away
from Trip.  A large glob went directly onto his  penis, and he spread
it over his shaft.  Adding another dollop to  his slick fingers, he
began to stretch out his lover.  Grinning  ferally, he rubbed a finger
across Trip's prostate, and his cock  jumped at the Southerner's
gratified moans.  Four fingers in,  Malcolm decided he couldn't take
it any longer and removed the  digits, sheathing himself in Trip with
one hard thrust.

"Oh, yes, Malcolm!"  The exclamation burst from Trip's  throat, and
the engineer squirmed beneath him, egging him on.

In an only semi-conscious effort to proceed in a manner  utterly the
opposite of Trip's earlier slow, sensual attack, Malcolm  pulled back
quickly, leaving only the head of his penis embedded in  his lover,
and thrust back in hard.  Balls slapping rhythmically  against Trip's
ass, he quickened his pace, all control vanishing in  the face of the
encouraging noises emanating from the blonde man.

In the end, his orgasm hit him like an epiphany.  He pumped  his seed
into his lover's pulsing body, collapsing on top of the man  and
blacking out almost immediately.

---

Malcolm awoke, hopelessly tangled with Trip and  uncomfortably aware
that he desperately needed a shower.  Said  shower was definitely in
order, he decided, to wash Trip's semi- dried cum off of him.  After
that, breakfast and a bit of catching  up on the phase rifle project
he had going in the Armoury before  heading to the bridge for his
shift were in order.

Then it hit him.  The Armoury, the bridge, his project ...  he
remembered.  Everything.

With an excited yelp, he squirmed until he was able to plant  a firm
kiss on Trip's lips.  The engineer roused, sleepily returning  the
kiss.

"Now that's what Ah call a wake-up call," Trip drawled,  blinking
sleep from his eyes, when Malcolm pulled back.

"Trip, I remember!  I remember it all, our first kiss, the  project I
was working on in the Armoury, my tenth birthday ...  everything!  You
are incredible."

"Not sure I c'n really take credit, but thanks."

"You are so very welcome."  Malcolm kissed Trip again,  laughing at
the blonde's pouting expression when he pulled away,  climbing out of
the bed.

"Where'd ya think you're goin'?"

"I thought we might celebrate the return of my memory with a  hot
shower."

Trip grinned and waggled his eyebrows at Malcolm, saying, "A  hot
shower, or a *hot* shower?"

"That is entirely *up* to you, lover."

"Ah think Ah c'n *rise* t' the occasion."

"Do.  Do."


Ten minutes later, laughter reverberated in Trip's shower.   The two
men lathered each other up, stealing kisses and darting as  far away
as the confines of the shower stall would allow to avoid  being
caught.  Finally, Malcolm pinned Trip up against the wall  kissing him
fiercely and taking his partially aroused manhood in one  soapy hand.

"Gawd, I love it when you get all aggressive on me."

"I know."  Malcolm lowered his mouth to Trip's nipples,  pulling one
between his teeth, nipping and suckling at the hard  nub.  He kept up
a steady pumping motion on Trip's cock, alternating  the pressure as
his hand roamed from base to head and back again.   In a matter of
moments, Malcolm had turned Trip into an incoherent,  writhing bundle
of blind need.

It was an incredible turn-on.  The subordinate on duty,  Malcolm found
the control he wielded over Trip in the privacy of  their quarters to
be intensely erotic.  Trip, in turn, seemed to  thoroughly enjoy
letting Malcolm take over.

Just now, Malcolm was exerting that control.  He held Trip  against
the shower wall, keeping him pinned down with one well  placed hand,
not allowing him to thrust up into the hand caressing  his hard
member.  Trip was sobbing out his desire, making little  hiccuping
noises that could have been requests for Malcolm to move  faster, to
press harder.  Malcolm ignored the attempted pleas.  He  would give
Trip more when he was ready, not before.

When he decided that Trip's nipples had been milked for all  they were
worth, Malcolm let go the man's erection.  One hand on  either hip, he
nipped his way down the blonde's torso until he was  on his knees in
front of him.  Restraining the bucking of Trip's  hips, Malcolm sucked
his cock into his mouth, all in one swift  motion.  He moved back up
the shaft, scraping his teeth lightly over  the sensitive organ in a
corkscrew pattern.  Another hard suck, and  most of the organ's length
was back in his mouth.

He managed to repeat the sequence four times before Trip's  endurance
ended.  With a jerk and a shout, Trip came.  Still working  the
pulsing cock with his mouth, Malcolm swallowed most of the cum,  a
little dribbling out and washing away in the warm stream of water.

Trip's knees gave out at that point, and Malcolm carefully  guided him
to the shower floor, cradling and kissing him until he  recovered from
his grey-out.  Topaz blue eyes opened after a moment  or two, and Trip
smiled up at Malcolm sweetly.

"Wow.  Good t' have y' back, lover."

"Good to be back."

Trip raked his eyes over Malcolm's naked form, taking note  of the
man's prominent erection.  "How 'bout you let me take care of  this
for you?"  He wrapped a hand around the hard, hot shaft,  stroking the
purple head with his thumb.

Malcolm shuddered and breathed out, "Be.  My.  Guest."

"I will, thank you."  Trip leaned in for a kiss, slowly  exploring the
familiar mouth with his tongue while he pumped his  lover's organ with
his hand.  He felt more than heard Malcolm  moaning into his mouth.
The vibrations from the sound ran up his  tongue, setting his brain
afire.

Trip never wanted it to end, but Malcolm was tightly wound,  and
wasn't long before he was coming in Trip's hand.  Swallowing
Malcolm's exclamation of release as he had the man's earlier moans,
Trip felt he'd never been more connected to his love than he was at
his moment.

"Oh Trip, that was ... wonderful.  Thank you."

Trip smiled at Malcolm, planting a tender kiss on his lips  and
murmuring, "You're welcome."  Wrapping his arms around the  smaller
man, he rose to his feet, pulling Malcolm up with him.  One  hand
darted out to turn the water off, and he kissed the Brit again,
gently sucking at his lower lip before letting go.

"Not that I'm complaining, mind you," said Malcolm with an  easy
smile, "but why the sudden fascination with my lips?  I can't  recall
you ever being so ... kissy faced before."

"Kissy faced?"  Malcolm just shrugged in reply, and Trip  answered,
"I'm j'st feelin' the need to reconnect, you know?  To  show you how
much I love you.  Besides," he grinned lopsidedly, "I  like your lips.
And your tongue.  You have a very clever tongue,  Mal.  Do you have
any idea how distractin' those tongue and lips of  yours are when
we're on duty?"

"What are you talking about, you silly man?"

"You're alw's wettin' your lips.  Very distractin'.  Makes  me wanna
go up to you and do this."  Trip took Malcolm's face in his  hands,
stroking over the high cheekbones, running the tips of his  fingers
along the rim of delicate ears and down along the strong  jaw.  He
tilted the chin up and, ever so slowly, leaned down,  placing a sweet
kiss on the pink lips.

"Oh."  Malcolm was looking up at Trip with an expression of  pure,
unabashed love on his face.  Even with the amnesia still  holding a
tight grip on most of Malcolm's memories, Trip had never  seen such an
open expression from his lover.  It awed him.

"C'mon, Mal.  Let's get dry 'n dressed, Cap'n's gonna want  his
Armoury Officer back.  Phlox'll prob'ly wanna look you over  first
though.  Can't wait to see the look on his face when you tell  him
what finally brought your memory back."

The comment earned him a pinch on the ribs.

"You know the doc's gonna ask."

"Yes, but you didn't have to look so gleeful about it."

"You want me to tell him?"

"No!  You'll just add ... detail to make it more  embarrassing.  I'll
tell him myself, thank you."  Malcolm stepped  from the shower,
tossing a towel to Trip as the engineer followed  him out.

Back in the main room of Trip's quarters, Malcolm pulled the  spare
uniform he kept there from Trip's closet, snatching clean  socks and
underwear from his lover's drawers.

"Despite our rather lengthy shower," said Malcolm, watching  Trip
begin to collect his own uniform, "we should have plenty of  time for
a nice breakfast before we're due on duty.  I think I shall  simply
surprise the captain by being at my station when he arrives  on the
bridge this morning."

"What about Phlox?"

"He never said that I should see him before reporting for  duty.  If
he calls for me, or the captain tells me to go, I will,  but I'd just
as soon avoid it for as long as possible."

Trip gave his lover an exasperated look as he zipped up his  uniform.
"That's my Mal, stubborn cuss to the end."

Malcolm stepped over and kissed Trip.  "That's why you love  me."

The blonde grumbled non-committally in return, but did it  with a
smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.  "C'mon.   Breakfast is
waitin'."

"Yes, Sir," said Malcolm playfully.  A shy smile and he  added,
"Considering the events of our last visit to the mess hall,  do you
suppose it'd be alright if I held your hand on the way?"

Trip grinned broadly at the Englishman.  "Well I don't see  why not."
He picked up Malcolm's hand with his own, twining their  fingers
together.

Malcolm stepped from Trip's quarters, hand-in-hand with the  man he
loved, memory returned, and ready to face anything the galaxy  had to
throw at him.

---

The End