The BLTS Archive - Ship Tales
Where We Belong
by Artemis (ArtemisOK@aol.com)

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Disclaimer: CBS-Paramount owns Star Trek. No infringement
intended, no money being made.

Feedback: Will write for feedback

Beta:  No beta I ran out of time. All mistakes are my own.

Author's Note: Tales of the Ship for Roadstergal

Archiving: My Place and ASC, ASCEML

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The Halloween party was in full swing when Malcolm popped
into the gym. He told himself that he had to make an
appearance for propriety's sake, and then he saw Major
Hayes.

The good major was poured into a black cat suit open to the
navel with an orange chiffon scarf around his neck. It
matched the mousse he had in his carefully coifed hair. 

He approached and asked, "May I have this dance?"

Steven Hayes took in Lt. Reed at a glance.  His costume was
old-style Royal Navy dress whites. 

"Yes," he lisped as Malcolm led him onto the dance floor.

//He can dance! // they thought at once.  They caught each
other's eyes and laughed.  Their hips ground together. 

"Is that a phaser in your pocket or you glad to see me?"
Reed purred.

"Yes." Hayes replied with a lift of his eyebrow.  It felt
good to be in Reed's arms.  It was heaven to be here like
this. 

The next number was a polka. MACO Sally Ryde asked her boss
for a dance.

Reed headed for the door.  He looked back at Steve.  He
wasn't ready for this night to end.  So, he tucked his hat
under his arm and marched back. He tapped Steve on the
shoulder.

Major Hayes turned with a huge smile on his painted lips. 
Sally backed away, her hands in good natured surrender.

As "Up Where We Belong", played Malcolm carried Steve out of
the gym to the cheers and whistles of the crew.

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The End