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[amc-minx]

What a good friend. 😏

[impalaanddemons]

Enterprise Crowd - Christmas Special

Summary: A mission gone wrong. A landing party stranded in a snow storm. A relationship that needs some serious alone time. She is our mutinous Lieutenant Reader, part of Enterprise IT. He's her commanding chief engineer. And they're 60 inches deep in snow. Wordcount: 1500ish A/N: So.. yeah. Surprise! I’ve had this in my head for a while now. And I think it’s the perfect time to be jolly and strand two asshats on an Class K planet to sort out there stuff. Warnings: Cursing, more cursing, rocky relationship, age difference, there is so much fluff on the horizon you have no idea, i hope you’re excited as i am

A bitter cold wind tore at the sleeves of your life-support suit, ripped back the cowl of your jacket exposing your ears and eyes and nose to the freezing cold. The lace you had been absent mindedly chewing on while you tried to ignore your slowly freezing finger tips slowly turned into ice. „Fuck that Vance.“, you yelled over the howling storm and loosened your grip on the railings before you, swinging slightly in your climbing harness. „Why did no one bother to install a remote service system before?“ „Dunno.“ Vance replied and the marshmallow like silhouette you could make out in front of you seemed to shrug. „Like, you know - in fucking summer. When the fucking sun is shining. And my fingers are not fuck-„ „If I have tae here that word one more time, Y/N, I’m gonna need ta take disciplinary action.“ sounded a ruff scottish accent over your intercom. The silhouettes shoulders shivered suspiciously. „And to answer yer questions: Because the summer sun would melt yer pretty right face af.“ The silhouettes shoulders shivered more violently now and you could hear a muffled laughter over the intercom. Raising one hand you gestured over to the figure, tracing your neck slowly with your index finger as a warning. „Aye, Mr. Scott. Understood, Mr. Scott.“, you muttered. Vance made obscene gestures with his hands. „Now get the job finished, I dinnae want you two frozen to that relay.“ „Aye, Mr. Scott“, you replied, your voice flat and hopefully devoid of any mutinous emotions. Vances voice buzzed over the intercom as well in affirmation of your orders, then the intercom went silent. „Fuck you, Vance.“ you mouthed in his general direction.

Finishing work on the relay was once thing. The 400 meter climb back down in the icy cold was another. As was being basically chained to Vance during the whole ordeal. „So, Y/N“ he said, an inkling of amusement lingering in the corners of his mouth. The whole descent was painfully slow to begin with and his piercing blue eyes measuring your face didn’t help. „You and Mr. Scott.“ „Is there nothing else you wanna talk about?“ „What? Nearly half a kilometer up in the air? Tied to my beautiful co-worker in the freezing cold? Nah.“ he snickered. Everyone else you’d have head butted into oblivion given the chance and similar circumstances, but you and Vance had spent so much time together stuck in one awkward position or the other working on some absurd problem, you knew your banter was nothing to worry about. You may have hated him at times, but god if there was one person on the Enterprise you could trust, it was that idiot. Which didn’t mean you’d grace him with an answer to his incredulous question though. „Aw, c’mon. You’re the chief engineers girlfriend, ain’t ya?“ „Am not.“ you muttered in return, pursing your lips. „So…“ Vance took a deep breath and snickered. You rolled your eyes as you braced for the inevitable pun. „Did things … cool down between you too?“ You groaned in return. „I’m not gonna answer that, Vance.“ „C’mon. We’ve known each other for what? 5 years?“ You shrugged and counted the meters left to the ground and your pickup point. This was not exactly a matter you wanted to discuss with your co-worker, even if said co-worker happened to be Vance. Mr. Scott was kind and fun and a bullhead for sure. You two matched wits and temperament. But he was your superior and an established work relationship didn’t just change over night. Well. It did. Which was the whole point. You huffed, frustrated and now slightly angry. „Don’t give me that look, Y/N.“, Vance let a few centimeters of your safety rope at a time slip through his fingers, while you reattached the locking hooks. „It’s difficult, okay?“ you muttered once again and hoped your words would get lost in the storm. „It’s not. Only in your head.“ Vance waited for you to reattach the second locking hook. „He’s my boss. He’s our boss, Vance. And he’s a stubborn know-it-all.“ „Oh, I can hardly imagine you two getting along then.“ his chest vibrated with a chuckle you didn’t hear, but feel. „I’m going to kick you, Vance.“ „With your attitude at work, that’s probably a lot of make-up-sex, huh?“ „That’s it“ you growled and jerked your knee upward. Well, it was a honorable try in defense of your general dignity, but being all marshmallow-y it was more of comedic reenactment then a real fight. You swung in your ropes for a moment, Vance rocking with laughter at your feeble attempt in self defense.

„Lieutenant Y/L/N, Lieutenant Scofield! Report to the bridge, have you encountered problems on your way down?“ that was Kirks smooth baritone over the intercom and you wondered how long the bridge had been listening in. Too long probably. That was another thing: the prying of Mr. Scotts fellow commanding officers. Captain Kirks smirking and Doctor McCoy always finding a reason to do your examinations personally. The sly dog. You tried to death glare Vance with little effect and answered for the both of you since he was biting into his glove to contain his laughter. „Everything’s fine, Captain.“ „The wind has picked up by exactly 20m/s for the past five minutes and atmospheric interferences will make a transport back impossible within the next 15 minutes, Lieutenants. I advise you to head back as soon as possible.“ „Right, Sir. We’re already on our way.“ As the wind picked up speed, so did the two of you.

„Three minutes and 15 seconds remaining until the window for transporter activity is shut for the next couple of hours.“ Mr. Spocks sonorous voice pierced the silence on the bridge. The captain was leaning back in his chair, one arm resting comfortably on the console of his captains chair while listening to his vulcan officers assessment.

Bones was standing to his left side, arms crossed in front of him and tapping his foot impatiently on the floor. He did so unconsciously, it was one of his little habits whenever a landing party was confronted with potential problems. Kirk smiled all to himself, cherishing the things he noticed about his crew that others might’ve missed. „3 minutes.“ „We’re on the ground.“ the Lieutenants voice cracked over the intercomm, the signal was getting worse by the minute. Were it not for the miracle work of Mr. Scott - on a normal ship they’d have already been stranded down there until the storm would’ve passed. „We’re approaching the pickup point now.“ Lieutenant Vances voice cut through the bridge now. „2 minutes and 45 seconds.“ the Vulcan said calmly. „Stand by for transport in 30 seconds.“ that was Mr. Scotts voice now, also over the intercom as he insisted on overseeing the transport himself. „Shit.“ Kirks eyebrow quirked ever so slightly and he exchanged a glance with Bones. „We forgot the diagnostics tricorder.“ „Forget it, Lieutenant, we’ll pick it up later. Go to the pickup point.“ „We can’t run diagnostics on the relay without it. I’m gonna fetch it.“ „2 minutes.“ the Vulcan turned around in his seat for a half glance at his captain. „Yer absolutely not, Lieutenant. Get on the pickup point right now.“ Seconds passed in silence. Again. „Mr. Scofield ready for pickup.“ „Y/N get yer feet on there NOW.“ Mr. Scott was fuming. Kirk could practically see him, his fingers flying over the console of the transporter. „One minute.“ „Y/N has reached the relay, Sir. She’s running, Sir.“ „Oh, she better is.“ „Mr. Scott. You will not have time to energize the transporter system a second time. by my calculations …“ „Yes, Mr. Spock, I know.“ Mr. Scotts voice sounded more distant now, as if he’d stepped back from the console. Kirk pushed a button on his chair. „Mr. Scott, report please.“ „I’ll transport Mr. Scofield to the Enterprise.“ „25 seconds remaining.“ Someone said something over the planetary intercomm, but the  signal was too mangled to make anything out. „Lieutenant Uhura.“ Kirk stated simply, nodding over to his communications officer. She responded with a curt nod and an „Aye“ and got to work. „I’m planetside, getting my engineer.“ said the voice of Mr. Scott again. „5 seconds.“ And then he energized the transporter signal.

„Well.“ muttered Doctor McCoy, stepping slightly forward. „If their temper isn’t going to trigger a global warming event down there, nothing else will.“

Chekov and Sulu both chuckled at the notion. Kirks lips turned into an amused half smile. „I’ll have a look at Mr. Scofield, Jim.“ he then said and turned his back to the bridge. „Mr. Spock. Please calculate when we’ll be able to transport again. Mrs. Uhura please inform me as soon as you’ve extracted some information from that last transmission.“

„Are you mad?“ you yelled over the howling storm, staring at the chief engineer standing there only in his uniform. „Oh ye really think that’s the right way to start this conversation, lass?“

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