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weresilver · 5 years ago

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Tarsus IV aka Olduvai

(So much shit under the cut. I should just write the fic.)

You know those random ideas that just... Invade your thoughts? Well, let’s go. I started this one week ago, and just now came back to this.

First of all, disclaimer: I have seen a fic in AO3, I’ve since lost it, where the author made Tarsus IV a settlement on Mars eons before humans really existed. Jim was one of the surviving Martians.

This is sort of, but not really like that. Vaguely like that. This is more of uh... “What if Tarsus IV was Olduvai?”

Olduvai is the fourth of Tarsus colonies on Mars;

One of the other three is also research, although specifically Energy Research (Tarsus II aka Argent) and the other two are residential colonies (Tarsus I aka Lazarus, and Tarsus III aka Titan);

Yes, John Grimm still quite hates it, and yes, he’s a marine;

Yes, Samantha Grimm spent the last ten years up there, since the twins were 18;

Everything happens mostly the same? But instead of taking the Ark back to Earth, the mutants break out of the facility and start advancing towards the other colonies. What is the atmosphere again? The mutants don’t need to breathe, not exactly;

The ones remaining are Sarge, Reaper, and Destroyer, so they suit up, each going to a different colony (With the Praetor Suit?), killing off whatever mutant they do find along the way;

Tarsus I received the name of Lazarus after the biblical character and meant a second chance for humans. A second home. The original Ark was discovered there and led to the other end in Nevada. A transportation system was created by the responsible engineer, based on the Ark, and is the most common method of traveling between the colonies, although suits were also created to allow travel outside the contained environments of the colonies.

Tarsus II was the first research facility, established after UAC’s discovery of an element/compound (or both) not too different from silver, but a far better energy conduit than anything on Earth. The facility was named Argent after the French word for silver, silver coin, etc.

Tarsus III was the second residential colony, far larger than Lazarus, and it received the name Titan due to such fact. it still isn’t as populated as Lazarus, but it certainly could, and likely would surpass it.

Tarsus IV was established after a scan starting from Argent discovered the remnants of what seemed to be buildings in a gorge not too different from the one in Tanzania and as such was named after the location, Olduvai, but the initial diggings destabilized the area and, in 2036, a landslide killed its two head researchers and almost took their two children as well.

A well-known, albeit secretive physicist is the head of the Argent facility. He’s known simply as Spock. People gave up trying to get his real name at that point (20 something years old? Maybe still a Vulcan, who knows, that could still work);

J.T. Kirk is a 13-year-old boy living in Lazarus with his father George, a shuttle pilot between Mars and Earth. His mother is still on Earth for the time being;

Pavel Chekov, 5 years old, is in Titan with his family.

Nyota Uhura, 11 years old, is also in Titan, the other residential colony and wants to participate in the archeological research in Olduvai.

Hikaru Sulu, 17, is training to be a pilot (under Geroge? Possibly);

Montgomery Scott, in his early thirties (??), is the chief engineer for the entirety of Tarsus colonies. This poor man has a lot of work;

(oh god I almost equated Scotty to Pinky, god no, thanks but no thanks)

Sarge went to Lazarus, Destroyer to Argent and Reaper to Titan;

Needless to say, Reaper is the first to question Sarge’s orders of simply clearing out the residential colonies, no matter who they find there;

He cleared Tarsus III of mutants and searched for survivors, finding Hikaru, Nyota, and Pavel;

He contacts Spock and sends the kids over to Argent through the internal transport system;

Spock is needless to say not “happy” ("does he even emote?"), but thankfully Hikaru is there and he’s actually good with kids;

(11-yo Uhura still sticks to Spock anyway, but she’s okay and a damn smart kid)

Reaps try to contact the other two, as well as Sam still in Olduvai. She’s the only one to respond, so he tells her to go to Argent, as it’s still apparently safe;

He starts to make his way to Argent, the closest colony to Titan, and he finds that the mutants already broke in;

And he may or may not be panicking, he just sent three kids and his sister into this place with also god knows how many scientists in it;

Way too many were actually killed, but even more turned, so he locates Destroyer and starts working on clearing the place of mutants;

Destroyer ends up dying all the same too (Maybe I’ll figure out a way to keep him alive? I like him a lot)

The events in Argent lead him to get the C24 injected all the same;

Reaper still has to locate Sarge, so he finishes what he started, locates Sam and Spock (and therefore the kids) and leaves for Lazarus after he’s sure they’ll be safe;

Sam is relieved that her very ill-thought-out plan didn’t end up turning her brother (and really condemning Earth in the process);

Nearly as soon as he arrives, a very startled, dirty Scotty jumps out of cover, with an Argent plasma weapon in hand, not even really relaxing after seeing it’s another person and not a mutant;

After convincing him that he’s not a threat to him (and checking his neck - as well as being checked by Scotty), he has Scotty give him a layout of the colony;

The Scotsman then warns him that another marine had come in, ordering him to seal the colony off and saying that he would clean out the place;

Scotty was a bit wary of Sarge, he didn’t “look right in the head”;

And rather than stay put (and alone), Scotty tags along Reaper, with the goal of reaching the transporter;

Doesn’t take long for the two to find a clearly shocked JT, protecting a five-year-old kid.

(Y’all didn’t think I’d forget Kevin Riley, did you?? With this, we have 9 survivors... ;D)

Too many bodies, as the other colonies had, but there is also a lot more of structural destruction from the BFG;

Reaps has Scotty take the two kids to the transporter while he deals with Sarge and whatever mutant is left;

(If I were to write this, and you know I will, this feels like a good place to have that first-person sequence...)

Their encounter and this last battle occur mostly the same...

... Except a very tired, angry and desperate 13-year-old James Tiberius Kirk is the one to fire the final shot against Sarge, with the gun he stole while Scotty was distracted.

The two eventually make their way to the transporter, and back in Argent, three out of the five oldest people in there are ready to scold him for running off, but John doesn’t let them.

“You didn’t have to do any of that, you know?”

“Yeah well, I felt like doing it.”

“And you just do things without thinking of consequences?” The kid nods. John laughs. “Thanks, kid.”

They have to return to Lazarus to access the Ark, but Scotty says he can just modify the transporter system to be used for longer distances. He did develop the system, he can make ‘her’ do what needs to be done.

Ten years pass. Spock looks the same, Sam notes as she sits down beside him. He notes the same about her, but he is interrupted before he can say her name. She introduces herself as Christine Chapel, this time. They make small talk until another person sits by Spock’s other side.

John Grimm also looks just the same as he did on Mars. He introduces himself as Leonard McCoy, doctor, with a small smile. The fact that neither of them seems to have aged doesn’t escape Spock. They ask about the others fairly quickly.

Hikaru did become a pilot, and Pavel, still glued to his side, became a bit of a genius child and is on his way to becoming a navigator.

Nyota still has a great interest in archeology, but her focus shifted into linguistics very quickly. Spock has been tutoring her on certain relevant topics.

Scotty has been working as an engineer for the global government in its early unification process and has since taken Riley in as sort of an adoptive child.

JT - now introducing himself as James, sometimes Jim - has just signed up into the space program, wanting to go out to space proper this time, further than Mars. Spock’s not sure how he managed to find that desire.

“Kid just does things without thinking of consequences," John- Leonard notes. “But it’s a good thing we signed up as well, someone’s gotta keep an eye on him.”

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Sweet mother of Jesus this is gigantic. Imma just tag whoever may enjoy this.

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samingtonwilson · 7 years ago

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Return - Part 1 - Jim Kirk

Summary: takes place during sequences of star trek beyond; the last few years of episodic space travel have been taxing on jim as his heart remains with you and the abronath remains with him. a trade-off is imminent, however, when he spots you and someone else spots the artifact. (series following loot; no real reason to read it, though)

Warnings: language, lil angsty

A/N: finally! i missed reader from loot so much and i’m so excited to write that character again! the story is going to be like star trek beyond but with a VERY large addition. so! should be good, should be long. we’ll see! (i’ve tagged those of you i used to tag for loot just in case!) peace out

It was a long time in the making— two years and three months, to be precise.

Jim wanted to rid the Enterprise of the artifact as soon as he was alerted of its presence on the starship. He wanted to launch it into open space and watch it freeze up, watch it drift away from his life— hopefully with any memory pertaining to it.

But planetary emergencies, more pressing peace negotiations, and other Federation business caused the artifact to drift from priorities. It was logged in the archives and remained there— neutralized as much as can be and collecting whatever dust could cling to the protective case.

As more time passed, Jim found himself increasingly hesitant to set course to Teenax and finally pull the Abronath from the depths of the ship.

Not because time had led to an increased attachment to the damn thing, but rather because he wasn’t as mentally prepared, as filled with anger as he once was. Facing the issues that caused the last two years and three months of space travel to stretch on like taffy in episodes that melted and oozed together was a daunting task— a task the slump-shouldered Captain didn’t think he could handle anymore.

So as he stood and spoke before the Teenaxi Delegation gingerly clutching the case he avoided meeting the gaze of at all costs, he could see and feel his own exhaustion, his own reluctance.

He thought right then that he actually might have grown attached to it. Though it sat in the archives and was long-forgotten by the crew, it had become a source of comfort for him. After all, loving was so short but forgetting was so long and on the self-indulgent days that led forgetting to seem like an impossible chore, the artifact was a trace of you.

The artifact served as a reminder that he couldn’t feel his heart beating in his chest because it was somewhere far away— lying beside the perpetrator, beside someone who was likely unaware of its presence. He didn’t know its precise location, didn’t know what condition it was in, but he knew you still had it— as much as he wished that wasn’t true, as much as he’d tried otherwise.

Jim stared at the creatures perched several stories above him, seated all around him so he stood in the middle like the circus performer he likened himself to. Their rough skin was grooved and dented to form spikes and wide features that were contorted in anger and suspected dissatisfaction as they leaned forward, extremely muscular arms holding them against the barrier while they clung onto it with curved, sharp claws.

Jim swallowed, stood up straighter, and began the introduction Spock had written, “My name is James Tiberius Kirk of the United Federation of Planets. I am appearing before you as a neutral representative of the Fibonan Republic. I bring you a message of goodwill and present to you, esteemed members of the Teenaxi Delegation, a gift from the Fibonan High Council with the highest regard.”

Jim’s voice sounded machine-generated even to himself— he wanted to roll his eyes at it but instead pulled the ends of the case, the lid coming open to reveal the round artifact.

The Teenaxi stared. The creature Jim focused majority of his drony spiel upon leaned further— he carried a scepter so Jim thought focusing on him was a safe bet. “What’s wrong with it?” a curious, deep echo-like voice resonated through the stone room.

Want a list? Jim thought to himself as he held back a snort. He sounded exhausted as he asked, “Uh, excuse me?”

“Why don’t they want it anymore?”

“Uh, well, this was once a piece of an ancient weapon and now they offer it as a symbol of— of peace,” the irony hadn’t hit him until now and he suppressed the heaviest of sighs. His tongue darted out to wet his lips instead. “In the Fibonan culture, to surrender a weapon is an offer of truce,” he was going off-script and could smell the bullshit rolling off his tongue.

“How did they come by it?”

“They told me they acquired it a long time ago.” And then it was stolen, stolen again, almost destroyed our ship, and here we are.

“So they stole it then?”

He almost snorted again. “No, they, um— well, I don’t know.”

“You don’t know the Fibonans like we do.” That caused sufficient clamor— the creatures beside the central one began shifting in a defensive fashion.

Jim shifted on his feet a little. He held the artifact up a bit and finally glanced down at it. His stomach flipped. “That’s very true. Your excellency, this gift—”

“They’re a crowd of untrustworthy thieves,” he leaned forward more, his volume was growing, the clamoring was increasing, “who want to see us murdered in our own beds—”

“This beloved,” he could have thrown up at that, “artifact is a symbol of trust,” he could have doubled over at that, “and peace—”

“They want to chop us into pieces and roast us over a fire!” he was shouting now, slamming his hands against the barrier so it shook under a weight Jim couldn’t even imagine.

Jim, tired, shook his head disbelievingly and scowled, stating matter-of-factly, “I don’t think that’s true.”

The creature shook before Jim, practically whining out, “And eat us.”

Jim shut his eyes as he rolled them, incredulous. “What?”

The creature, before Jim knew it, tucked in on himself and rolled down the extensive walls. Tumbling down easily, he untucked as he landed before Jim.

Watching in fear and amusement, Jim raised his arms to block himself as if his ineffectual fight-stand would defend him against creatures that looked and sounded so strong and—

His mouth fell open and he tilted his head as the Teenaxi leader roared— the voice no longer echoed, the muscles no longer looked large.

The creature was the size of a common Earth pomeranian. Jim could have laughed.

But, before a single laugh could leave his lips, the creature leaped and latched itself to Jim’s shoulders, pulling him back as sharp nails dug into his command yellow tunic. Jim swung his arms back, trying to rid himself of the pesky thing and maybe bonk the creature in the head with the artifact.

It was to no avail, however, and, incomprehensibly, each creature hiding in the alcoves of the high-above seating area rolled down the walls and latched themselves onto Jim. He grunted and groaned as he attempted to shake them off— but to, once again, no avail.

“Scotty!” Jim shouted into his communicator, his now disheveled hair was scattered before his eyes. “Get me out of here!”

“That was quick!” the Scottish voice quipped in amused surprise.

“Scotty!” Jim shouted once more, screaming out as he watched another Teenaxi scurry towards him and leap atop his shoulders to smother his breathing.

“There’s quite a bit of surface interference, sir.”

Jim groaned in frustration and ran towards a less populated portion of the room, kicking a few small-dog-sized creatures away and lunged towards the corner of the room. He fell and screamed, “Scotty!” before the familiar weightlessness and gold rings surrounded him.

When he appeared onto the transporter pad of the Enterprise, two Teenaxis clung to him— one around his shoulders that tried to dig sharp nails into his face and another around his leg. He was finally able to shake them off along with his boot, sighing and picking up the strewn shoe with more force than necessary.

He took defeated, exhausted steps towards his chief engineer, sighing. “I ripped my shirt again.”

Scotty, unable to offer the mess of a man the slightest bit of a genuine smile, asked, “How’d it go?”

Jim walked through the Enterprise, hair sticking up on all ends, as he held his boot in one hand and the artifact in the other. A part of him, a larger part than he was willing to admit, was satisfied that you hadn’t left the ship— or rather, the artifact hadn’t left the ship.

He glanced down at it as he marched through the cavernous corridors with lights bright enough to force his eyes into an exhausted squint. He hoped his shabby appearance would ward off any conversation with the crew and what crewmembers weren’t warded off by his torn uniform and scathed forehead were eventually sent away by the large scowl over his lips.

Jim groaned inwardly as he spotted the two men in blue shirts headed in his direction, one wielding a tricorder and the other wielding a haircut he hoped would be abolished on New Vulcan. He turned a corner and sighed as the two followed, flanking him on either side.

“Captain, did you manage to broker a treaty with the Teenaxi?” Spock asked on Jim’s right. The half-Vulcan’s tone suggested he already knew the answer.

Jim cleared his throat silently. “Uh,” he stretched as he limped on his uneven footing and tried not to focus on the mechanical whirring to his left, “let’s just say I came up short.”

He held up his boot. “Will you log that and put it in the vault, Spock?” Upon noticing that it was his shoe, Jim sighed. He tossed Spock the Abronath as he’d originally intended. “Thank you.”

Leonard took that brief silence and Spock’s exit down a connecting corridor as his opportunity to speak. “Jim, you look like crap.”

“Thank you, Bones.”

“You got that little vein poppin’ out of your temple again. You okay?” Though his tone suggested a lighthearted joke, Leonard really wanted to know.

As he’d bore witness to his friend’s experiences over the previous three years in space, he knew what the recent two years and three months had done. He knew how taxing they were on Jim and he knew how taxing they must have been on you— he didn’t dare tell Jim that, though.

In Jim’s eyes, Leonard was solely on his side while Leonard still held your friendship as close to him as he could. He knew how happy you’d made Jim, he knew how you made space look exciting to the Captain again, and he knew how much he, himself, valued you.

You two continued to share contact in the routine transmissions and holocalls, sharing the details of your week with one another while he tipped a glass of bourbon to you and you tipped a bottle of water at him. You never divulged the gory details of your heart’s condition to him but he could see your features change whenever he mentioned Jim.

Just yesterday, he told you liked your shorter hair and you scowled.

When he mentioned that Jim was finally taking the Abronath to Teenax with the intention of never seeing it again, he saw you shift a little. He knew you, and Jim for that matter, had attached part of your identity to the artifact and saw its departure as your official departure from the ship for good. He almost laughed when he realized that final departure came two years after you physically left.

“Never better!” Jim answered with that dry edge to his voice. “Just another day in the fleet.”

Leonard let a corner of his lips quirk up sarcastically. “You sure about that, kid? You’ve looked better.”

They rounded the hall and Jim shook his head. “How many times are you going to tell me how bad I look? I don’t think I’ll be able to look into a mirror for a year now.”

“You say that like you haven’t been avoidin’ every reflective surface you come across.”

“You think I get hair like this without looking in a mirror?”

Leonard looked at the messy blonde hair that shot up on one side and was fluffed on the other. “Hair like that? Yes.”

Jim sighed once more and Leonard almost asked if he was being paid to do that. Instead, the doctor continued to follow Jim through the halls. “Bummed we’ve still got that atrocity on board?”

“Spock? No, I’ve warmed up to him.”

Leonard snorted. “You know what I’m talking about.”

Jim’s smooth steps faltered for a moment— a moment he thought Leonard wouldn’t catch. He thought wrong. “Do I?”

“Jim, —”

“It’s been two years, Bones. I’ve— I’ve moved on.”

Leonard stopped and watched his friend walk on, calling out, “Decide which one of us you’re tryin’ to convince, then come find me.”

part 2

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kaitymccoy123 · 7 years ago

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Upside Down

Intro: Hello and welcome to Kaity’s heart in post form. If you need me, I am currently 600 kilometers deep in the Scotty trashcan, with no sign of escape (not that I want to). So please enjoy all my feelings out in the open.

Here is the entirety of my Scotty x reader fic, feel free to read it all at once, or in parts listed below.

Pairing: Scotty x reader (and best friend!Jim Kirk)

Word Count: 7,955 (holy moly)

Warnings: totally 100% fake engineering everything, (I was too lazy to actually come up with proper terms so I just made up words), eventual injury, swears.

Summary: So basically the starting point for this fic was Scotty x reader who loves engineering as much as he does. So that’s where I went with this fic. You are second-in-command engineer and Scotty one day ends up being in charge, much to your chagrin. You butt heads. Scotty gets hurt. Feelings get hurt (mostly my own). Welcome to my trashcan.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

-Enjoy!-

“So you’re saying you would never have sex with me.”

“James Tiberius Kirk if you were the last person on earth I would copulate with a turtle before I even considered you.” You deadpanned, strapping your tool belt to your hips as you got ready to leave and turned to the frowning Captain who was leaning against the door frame.

“Really funny.” Jim griped sarcastically, and you sauntered up to him, swinging your hips in just the right way, and you saw his eyes fall and he shook his head.

“It’s only funny because it’s true, Jimbo.” You reached up and slapped his cheek twice, flashing a million dollar smile before pushing past him.

“You know, this means I owe Uhura 5 bucks.” Jim called as you made your way to the engineering room.

“That’s your own fault, you idiot.” You called back, laughing as you turned down the next hallway, finally out of his sight.

“Hey, Bobby!” You shouted as you entered the automated doors, instantly smiling at the comforting smell of metal and sound of whirring machinery.

“Lass, what’s with all the yelling?” An unfamiliar voice sounded from somewhere in the room and you leaned over the railing to look down and saw a man in a red shirt looking up at you.

Suddenly, a hard hand clapped you on the shoulder and you nearly jumped out of your skin.

Spinning around you saw Jim again and scowled, taking a few deep breaths to calm your nerves.

“Yeah, Bobby doesn’t work here anymore.” Jim said matter-of-factly.

Your jaw fell open in disbelief, “What!?”

“He had to take sudden leave for… reasons, and this is his replacement. Get up here Scotty!” Jim yelled and you continued to look at him incredulously.

You heard heavy footsteps climb the metal stairs and saw this new man emerge from behind Jim.

“Aye, Jim, I’m in the middle of re-calibrating the central system, whichever lunatic was here last converted the quantum regulator so it only picks up certain wave lengths…” The man started, his hands waving wildly and his thick accent made it hard to understand him, you assumed Scottish.

“The ship only needs to read the wave lengths that it could actually come across. The settings before were set to pick up literally any wavelength, and it was using way too much power.” You interrupted, spinning on the man, your hackles raised at the newcomer.

“Well what if ye come across IgT-3 wavelength? Huh? How are ya gonna go about picking tha’ up?” The man started, stepping towards you.

“Well since that wavelength doESN’T EVEN EXIST ANYMORE, I can say we’re pretty safe.” You snapped, your hands tightening into fists.

“It’s a wavelength, lass, not a damn unicorn!” The man argued and you were about to rip into him when Jim stepped in between you two.

“Alright! That’s enough, you two, you’re going to have to be working together, so you better cut it out!” Jim yelled, but he had a weirdly pleased look on his face.

Jim turned and stepped to the side, indicating to the yelling Scottish man, “Y/N, this is Montgomery Scott, our new chief of engineering. And Scotty,” Jim gestures to you now, “This is Lieutenant Y/N, who was Bobby’s right hand down here for the past two years.”

You reluctantly nodded at Scotty, the defensiveness you felt from before fleeing from you as you took in the older man. He had wispy red-brown hair, brown eyes, and a furrow to his brow that looked like it was permanently part of his face. Overall, he was quite handsome if not soft-looking, like a little bear cub, and you cursed yourself for thinking so as you had just screamed at him.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I do have to get back to running this ship.” Jim said, “Can I trust you guys not to kill each other for at least the rest of your shifts?”

Jim didn’t even let you or Scotty respond before he clapped his hands together, “Good!”

You scowled at Jim as he walked out and he looked back, giving you a wink before disappearing behind the automated doors.

Turning now to Scotty, who was looking at you like you had a third eye, you gave him a weak smile.

“Guess we’re going to be spending a lot of time together.” You shrugged.

“I guess so.” Scotty stuffed his hands into his pockets and swung on his heels.

“We don’t need the EL4-R wavelength detector either.” You said, meeting his eyes with a flash of amusement.

“Well ye better have a good explanation for tha’, lass, because I am pretty stubborn.” Scotty gave you a smirk before turning and walking down the metal stairs, you quickly following behind him, beginning to heatedly defend the system you and Bobby had worked so hard to develop.

“What are you staring at me for? Am I doing something ‘wrong’ again?” You growled as you turned to Scotty and straightened out your shirt, throwing on your worst glare.

It was a week into working with Scotty and things were not going well.

“You’d be much better off making those changes from th’outside, using the computer, rather than crawling up in there, ye might get stuck.” Scotty noted, crossing his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow as he took in your grease-covered appearance.

“You calling me fat, Mr. Scott?” You leered, pulling off your gloves slowly.

“N-no, not at all, I jus’…” He sputtered, clearly taken aback by the question.

“I went in because a belt was loose, and that is not something you can fix from the outside.” You explained, your voice threaded with bitterness, and stalked back to your workstation, Scotty right on your heels.

“Lass, if we’re going to work together you’re gonna have t’stop being so… SO…” Scotty ranted and you spun on him, fury filling your veins.

“What?! Stop being so what, Mr. Scott?”

“SO DAMN INSUFFERABLE!” Scotty exploded, his arms flailing and his stance became defensive.

“Mr. Scott, this is my ship, and it has been my ship for the past two years, so if I seem insufferable, it’s because you are on MY turf, trying to change the things that I programmed MYSELF. It borders on insulting.”

“Lassie, half of the things yer able to program on this ship wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for me.”

“Well I’m sorry your such a traditionalist, then, because TIMES CHANGE, OLD MAN!” You didn’t mean to call him old, but the insult just slipped out and you tried to apologize immediately, “I-I, didn’t mean that, I’m sor-”

“Get out.” Those two words made you snap your mouth shut with a click of teeth.

You looked up to see Scotty’s expression was impassive and unreadable, his stance straight an unforgiving as he spoke, "Your shift is done for today. You are dismissed.“

“I-I…” You were speechless, you never expected him to get this angry.

But as you met his eyes and saw how serious he was, your anger was renewed. You weren’t going to let him treat you like a child, and if he wanted you to leave, so be it. You stalked passed him, grabbed your jacket, and you left, fairly sure that steam was coming out of your ears.

“Jim, he is intolerable, impossible, I-I can’t work with him.” You seethed, nearly crushing the glass that you held between your fingers.

“You and him are exactly the same.” Jim chuckled, nursing his own drink, and you wanted to wipe the smile off his face.

“We are not. You can’t tell me I am half that stubborn."

"If anything you are double as stubborn as he is. Try to get past that, you guys have so much in common that you should be inseparable.”

You snorted, “Inseparable. HA. Jim, I can barely get through a work day without that man berating me for pressing a key on the keyboard. I can’t wait to leave my shift everyday, just to get away from him.”

Jim shook his head, still smiling that knowing smile he seemed to always wear, his blue eyes sparkling as he looked to you, “Just consider this one thing. On your evening off, away from the ever-insufferable Scotty, you have not stopped talking about him. What does that say?”

You rolled your eyes as Jim stood, patted you on the shoulder, and left.

Was Jim right? You seemed to always be talking about him, most of the time complaining, and your thoughts nearly always roaming to his red-brown hair and kind eyes.

No. You shook your head, dispelling the thoughts. When Bobby was back, everything would return to normal. Everything that had been turned upside down would right itself. Right?

Even though your blood still boiled at the thought of your last encounter with Scotty, where he dismissed you from your shift early, you decided to apologize.

So, the next day, at the start of your shift, you went off to find Scotty, who was at his workstation.

“Uh, Mr. Scott?” You mumbled and toed at the foot of his desk where Scotty sat, entrenched in a conversation with Keenser.

When his eyes fell to you, you swear his expression held disappointment, and you pushed down the rush of anger that it elicited.

“imsrryfryellngatyouysterdy.” You sputtered, feeling the red flush of embarrassment hit your cheeks.

“Sorry, I dinnae pick that up, a little slower?” Scotty insisted and you glowered.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you yesterday, alright?” You crossed your arms over your chest and dug your toe into the floor.

“Thanks, lass,” Scotty exhaled, his tone much softer than before, “and ’m sorry fer yellin’ at ya as well.”

You met his eyes now, and saw not a look of disgust or frustration, but one a lot more gentle, one that made you feel at ease, and you didn’t even realize you were staring until Keenser cleared his throat.

“Uh, alright… Truce?” You held your hand out over the desk to Scotty.

Scotty’s mouth tilted into a smile, “Truce.” He shook your hand, his palm warm and dry, “And stop calling me, Mr. Scott, it makes me feel old.”

And that was that.

You quickly fell into a routine with the older man, which consisted of him questioning your and Bobby’s decision about something in the engineering room, and you retorting easily about why it was that way. Eventually, after many a heated argument, you adjusted the systems to Scotty’s liking, and it actually made the ship run smoother, to your continual surprise.

One evening you had been in such a heated discussion about quantum loop generators that you didn’t even realize your shift was over.

“But what if you adjusted the equation like… this.” You wrote a few symbols on the paper that was stretched out on the table in front of you.

“No, no, that would change this later.” Scotty pointed out something, ripping the pencil from your hand and scribbling on the paper.

“Well now I can’t even read that, who taught you to write, a 4 year old?” You teased, laughing loudly.

“Hey, lass, I’ve seen your workstation, you are not allowed to tell me that I’m messy.” Scotty jabbed, a grin teasing at his lips.

“That’s not fair!” You gasped in mock horror and pushed at his arm playfully.

“What’s not fair is not being able to find anything when ya need it.“

“You’re an asshole.”

Scotty smiled over at you now, and your heart skipped a beat. He had a really nice smile.

You leaned back in your chair and stretched your arms above your head, cracking your back a few times. You still felt Scotty’s gaze on you, and you nearly blushed at the attention. Glancing at your watch, you groaned.

“It’s almost midnight! Our shift’s been over for nearly 4 hours, what in the world are we still doing here?” You yawned but didn’t move from your chair.

“Guess we really got into our discussion.” Scotty suggested and as he turned his chair his knee bumped into yours, but he quickly pulled it away.

“Yeah, I guess. It’s so nice to finally find someone who I can discuss these things in detail with. None of my friends care about this stuff that much, they all think it’s really nerdy.” You played with the ends of your hair as you spoke.

“It is nerdy.” Scotty laughed, “But I agree. You really know yer stuff. Though since we are both so stubborn it can get pretty heated sometimes."

"I am not stubborn!” You defended.

“Now you’re bein’ stubborn about bein’ stubborn.” Scotty said, “That’s a new low.”

You stuck your tongue out at him and stood up, placing a hand on his shoulder and putting your face close to his ear, “Goodnight, ya big meanie."

Scotty’s cheeks tinged red as your breath caressed his ear, and before you could think too much about it you were sliding out the door, feeling Scotty’s gaze of disbelief on your back.

That was the last time you talked to Scotty before you saw him in the medbay with a tube down his throat.

On your shift the day after you had stayed up far too late with Scotty, you were informed that he would be going on an away mission to assist in repairing a ship, and you were to stay behind and be the acting chief of engineering.

“Not that I don’t basically run this ship on my own anyway.” You snorted to yourself as you snapped your com shut, thinking that if Scotty was here he would have shook his head and gave you one of his teasing smiles.

Thinking of that put a smile on your face as you began your shift, excited to be in charge.

The next two days left you less excited to be in charge, as you quickly missed Scotty’s witty banter and your heated debates about the details of the ship.

You were lounging around Scotty’s workbench on the third day that he was gone, the ship running smoothly, and you had everyone kept busy making sure it stayed that way.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, a piece of paper, tucked into the drawer of the very messy workstation. But that wasn’t what caught your attention, it was your name, written in the corner of the paper in Scotty’s barely legible script. You couldn’t help your curiosity as you reached for it, quickly glancing around the room, as if Scotty was going to suddenly show up and berate you for snooping.

The paper itself looked like it had been through the washing machine, crumpled and stained, maybe at on point a page of a note book, torn out. The words were written in pencil, and you were right, it was your name written in the corner.

Dear Y/N,

You are one of the most infuriating, stubborn, quick-witted people I have ever met. I don’t know how we made it through the first week of working together. I thought one of us was going to kill the other.

But once you got your head out of your ass. Once we started to get along, we were actually able to work together, and were finally able to put both of our big brains together and get stuff done.

You snorted as you read on:

And I’m sorry for yelling at you. I know I already told you that, but I really am. I am especially sorry for dismissing you that first week. I know you probably don’t care that much but I regret pulling rank and turning on you like that. I just couldn’t stand you looking at me with such hatred and contempt, like I was just some stiff old guy that was getting in your way. It nearly killed me.

Because if you looked at me like that, I would never stand a chance.

Because I am enthralled by you.

You stopped breathing.

Which is why I am writing all this stuff down rather than saying it to your face. But you’ll never read this because I would probably die of embarrassment. Because when I look at you, my brain goes haywire. I lose all ability to coherently form a sentence. Maybe that’s why I tease you so much, because anything else would come out as gibberish and you would think me a mad old fool.

It scares me, the way I feel about you, it makes me want to turn and run. Because I don’t deserve someone as fierce and intelligent and beautiful as you. But sometimes, the way you smile at me, it gives me hope, like you might harbour feelings for me too, but it’s only fleeting, and the next moment you are yelling at me or teasing me or nearly zapping me with a live wire.

So, if you ever do read this, just know that I loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you. And every moment since.

Yours, Montgomery

You were an idiot.

The overhead com system sounded: Dr. McCoy to the medbay, immediately.

Your heart dropped in your chest. For some reason you knew exactly what the call was for. And you were on your feet and dashing down the hallway before you could stop yourself, stuffing the letter into your pocket.

Skidding into the medbay, you were met with a cacophony of chaos, people running around everywhere, yelling, and machines were beeping and you could see flashes of injuries from the people lying on the biobeds. Your heart was racing in your chest as you looked for, and dreading finding, the familiar red shirt and whispy brown hair that belonged to Scotty.

A biobed slammed into your elbow and careened by, being pushed by a group of nurses, the red shirt making you take a second look, but it wasn’t Scotty.

Suddenly, a flash of familiar command gold appeared in the medbay and you stalked right up to him.

“Jim, what happened?” You demanded almost breathlessly.

“Away mission gone wrong, the building that they were in was invaded, there were a lot of… casualties.” Jim explained, his eyes barely meeting yours and he began to stalk past you but you grabbed his arm.

“Scotty.” You dug your fingers into his arm and he looked back at you, recognizing the look of desperation, "where’s Scotty?“

He looked at you with sympathy, "We’ll find him, Y/N. I promise.”

And then he was gone, into the chaos, and you were left frozen in the middle of it, feeling more alone, more helpless, than you had ever felt before.

When you realized you were more in the way than anything in the medbay, you retreated back to the engineering room, pulling the letter out of your pocket and reading it over and over, your trembling fingers nearly tearing the worn paper. You fought an internal battle with yourself, forcing yourself not to cry because if you did, you were going to turn into a sniveling mess, no use to anyone, and you were supposed to be in charge.

But worry made ice flow through your veins and you couldn’t focus on anything, even when Keenser came by and tugged on your sleeve.

When your com beeped, you swear you took a breath for the first time in 20 minutes.

“Y/N here.” You trembled.

“We found him.” It was Jim’s voice, and though you should be elated at his words, his somber tone made fresh tears prick at your eyes.

“I’ll be right there."

Snapping the com shut, you forced your stiff limbs to move from their perched position on the stool and you made your way to the medbay for the second time that day.

"What happened?” You squeaked when you were met with an impenetrable wall of Jim Kirk on your way into the medbay.

“We don’t know 100%. He lost a lot of blood. Bones is working on him now.” Jim explained.

“Is he going to be okay?” You stammered, a tear sneaking its way down your cheek and you wiped it away quickly.

Jim met your gaze firmly, his hand squeezing your forearm once, “They don’t know yet.” His voice was quiet, and you knew he was worried as well.

“He has to be okay, Jim.” You whispered, pleading with the somber captain.

And then a change in Jim’s expression, barely noticable, a raise in an eyebrow, his mouth falling open a millimeter more, and it was like he knew. The expression was a mirror and made you realize you cared for Scotty much more than you’d like to admit. More than you even realized.

Jim gave you a knowing nod and placed his hand on your shoulder, giving it a quick squeeze before he disappeared out the medbay doors.

And once again you were alone. And once again you didn’t know if your heart was going to be ripped out of your chest.

Eventually they let you in to see him, after Dr. McCoy had deemed him stable enough.

It was nearly a week after the accident, and you had been forced back to the engineering room, trying to keep the ship afloat while you felt like you were drowning. You didn’t know if you’d ever felt so worried in your entire life, to the point where you were questioning if you should even be worried, as you had only known Scotty for a few weeks before the accident.

But it was like a disease, like he had become implanted into your brain, and you heard him and saw him wherever you went. If you were fixing something, you knew exactly how he would tell you you were doing it wrong. If you were lying in your bed, staring at the ceiling in an feeble attempt to sleep, you heard his laugh or the lilt of his accent, shooting back a sarcastic comment at something you said.

Dr. McCoy threatened to keep you in the medbay as a patient, commenting on how often you were in there, checking up on Scotty, but you knew he noticed your dark rimmed eyes and the few pounds you’d shed at the lack of appetite.

Then, one day, he agreed it was time you could go in. Your breath instantly caught in your chest and you nearly cried at the relief of being able to see Scotty after a week of torture.

He looked awful.

He was tucked into the biobed, the white sheets accentuating just how grey his skin looked, how dark the circles were under his eyes. There was a bandage over a cut on his forehead, and a splint on his left wrist, a machine hovering over it that you recognized as a bone regenerator. Another, similar machine was working on his right leg, which was wrapped in a thick white bandage. He had many wires and tubes coming out of him that were connected to several machines, including one that was down his throat, which you recognized as a ventilator.

“He’s getting better, despite what he looks like.” Dr. McCoy’s gentle voice sounded from behind you, and he stepped into the room.

“He looks like crap.” You let out a watery laugh, finally letting the tears that you had held in for so long find their way down your cheeks.

“Yeah well, he’s a fighter.” A strong hand came down on your shoulder, making you release a little sob, “He’s going to be fine, Y/N.” Dr. McCoy’s thumb stroked lines into your shoulder.

“Yeah, kid, you worry too much.” A new voice sounded and a flash of command gold came into view. Jim.

When he saw your tear-stained face he offered a weak smile before stepping forward and wrapping his arms around you, Dr. McCoy’s hand falling away as you nearly fell into Jim’s embrace, finally letting yourself feel all the emotions you kept at bay the entire week.

Jim held you for what felt like hours, stroking your back and whispering soft encouragements into your ear.

“That stupid idiot, coming into my engineering room, turning everything upside down, and then going and nearly getting himself killed.” You griped, taking shaky breaths from your spot against Jim’s chest.

“I don’t think the engineering room is the only thing he’s turned upside down.” Jim noted as he pushed you away, tucking a few locks of hair behind your ear before tapping your chin with his finger.

Looking up at Jim, he gave you a soft mischievous smile, and it made you blush, “Shut up.” You sniffed and pushed him away playfully, making him laugh softly.

Then you turned to Scotty, approaching him achingly, but you didn’t cry anymore, he was alive.

You reached out and grabbed Scotty’s hand, stroking your thumb over the warm skin, watching the way his chest rose and fell in even breaths thanks to the ventilator.

Dr. McCoy said he was getting better, it would just take some time. And you realized, for Montgomery Scott, you had all the time in the world.

“You look like crap.” A voice naggled at you, rousing you from your sleep, but you didn’t open your eyes or lift your head, assuming it was Jim coming to say hi.

That was until a set of fingers tightened on yours, making your eyes fly open and your head pop up.

“Scotty?” You breathed, squinting in the bright lights of the room to see Scotty with his head propped up and his eyes open, a small smile on his mouth.

“Have you eaten anything recently, lass, you look worn down to the bone.” Scotty worried, his hand releasing yours to brush across your cheek softly, making your breath catch and tears prick at your eyes.

“You can’t say much, you don’t look so good yourself.” You joked with a watery laugh.

Scotty dropped his hand back to the bed, this time not touching yours. He furrowed his brow as he looked at you, “Shouldn’t you be running our ship?"

You huffed a laugh, feeling a warmth in your chest when he called it ‘our’ ship as he usually referred to it as 'his’ ship.

"Yeah, well my shift doesn’t start until…” You checked your watch, your shift started 20 minutes ago, “now, but I left Riley in charge.”

“Riley? Really? He doesn’t know a plasma chamber from a 10 volt battery. I’m surprised we’re still flying.” Scotty joked, but his face fell when he saw your expression.

“Now, lass, don’t cry, it was just a joke, Riley’ll get better one day, we’ll teach him, you and I.” Scotty’s fingers reached up to touch your cheek again, but you pulled back, wiping at them yourself.

“I better get going.” You croaked, standing, trying to ignore the hurt look on Scotty’s face, “I wouldn’t want Riley getting the port defragmenter confused with quad-core compressor."

Then you turned and left, despite Scotty’s protests, a million unsaid words on your lips, your heart aching to stay with him, but you forced your feet forward, to get back to work.

"Y/N, Scotty’s asking for you again.” Jim’s voice came through the com you held up to your ear.

“Tell him I’m busy.” You called into the com as you wiped some grease off your brow.

“He’s very… insistent. Why don’t you just come down here?” Jim questioned, sounding very exasperated.

“Because I’m busy, Jim.” You retorted and snapped the com shut quickly, turning back to you work.

You hadn’t gone to see Scotty since he first woke up, so afraid of spilling your feelings or doing something stupid that you couldn’t bring up the courage to face him again. So you threw yourself into your work. A proper excuse if there ever was one.

“Lass?” You were torso deep in an overhead boiler system and you banged your forehead at the sudden voice.

You withdrew your upper body and rubbed at your forehead, looking around for the source of the voice.

It was Scotty.

“What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in bed.” You chided, but your voice held more malice than you had wished.

“You wouldn’t come see me, so I took matters into me own hands.” Scotty sounded upset, but you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes.

From where you were watching his knees you could see that he was leaning heavily on a crutch, and his balance was unsteady.

“I’ve been busy, Scotty, the ship doesn’t run itself.” You started putting your tools away, which was difficult with your shaking hands.

“You seemed alright to let Riley run things around here before, why not again?” Scotty argued, and you heard him take a couple of steps closer with his crutch.

“Because you were right, he is an incompetent asshole."

"What’s the real reason why you ignored my calls?”

“I told you already. I was busy.” You stuffed a wrench in the toolbox.

“I don’t buy it, lass.”

“Well you should, 'cause it’s the truth.” A screwdriver.

“You’ve never lied to me before, what’s going on with you?”

“Nothing.” A small hammer.

“It’s obviously not nothing, you can tell me, Y/N, whatever it is, I won’t be mad-.”

“I READ THE LETTER.” You slammed the toolbox lid closed with a loud clank.

You were practically seething now, holding onto the toolbox for support, your shoulders heaving with each breath, your eyes watery.

“Where did you even find that?” Scotty breathed, knowing you were seconds from breaking down.

“I found it in your desk. I…I don’t know if you meant for me to ever see it, but I did. I’m sorry I snooped.” You stumbled over your words, heaving the heavy toolbox off the desk and turning to walk away.

“Y/N, wait.” Scotty called and you froze in your tracks, the toolbox swinging slightly in your hands, “before ya leave, all mad and upset and whatever else you’re feeling, I need you to know one thing.”

You were pretty sure you weren’t breathing at this point, and you turned your head sideways to indicate to him that you were listening.

“I meant every word.” Scotty stated, and you nearly dropped the toolbox.

It took every bit of strength inside of you to put one foot in front of the other and walk away.

It had been two weeks since the crash, and Scotty hadn’t come to see you, and you hadn’t gone to see him since you told him about the letter. He was finally released from the medbay, but not cleared to work yet, that started tomorrow, so you thought you’d best find him before you had your first shift together.

You found him heading into his quarters.

“Hey.” You said, your hands nearly shaking from nervousness as you wrung them, “Can we talk?”

Scotty pursed his lips, his eyes meeting yours fleetingly before gesturing you to go into his quarters. When the door slid closed behind you, you almost stopped breathing, and you turned slowly to face him.

“Listen, Scotty…” You started, having practiced the speech that you would give him over and over the past two weeks.

“No, you listen.” He interrupted, his eyes boring into yours, “You were never supposed to see that letter.”

“I know…”

“Lassie, will ye shut up for a minute, I’m tryna tell you something important.” Scotty snapped and you gulped, staying silent so he could continue.

“From day one you have been nothin’ but a pain in my hide, a misplaced cog in a sea of gears, a nuisance t’say the least. But after the first time you nearly tore my head off over the tiniest string of programming, I knew you were something special. And then I was done for, lass. I wrote that letter because I couldn’t keep all my feelings inside, I needed to get them out, and maybe then I could go back to hating you, but I never stood a chance, ya see. I never stood a chance because every time you waltzed through those doors, with your big brain and… and that look of determination on your face, every time you looked at me, I fell further.”

He took a breath, you had stopped breathing.

“And then I go and get hurt and who is at my bedside? You. So you cannae blame me if I thought for a wee second that you might actually may have returned those feelings. I poured my heart into that letter and you basically told me it meant nothing t’you. What am I suppos’ to think abou’ that?” Scotty’s tone was a mix of frustration and desperation, and his eyes raked your face as if searching for something.

“You’re supposed to think I’m an idiot.” You blurted, and his mouth pressed into a tight line, his eyes falling to the floor.

“Which I’m pretty sure you do. And I’m pretty sure I am. But you have to know why I reacted the way I did because I can’t stand the thought of you hating me, Scotty. I just can’t.” You shook your head, emotions flying through you at the speed of light, barely controllable.

“Nobody has ever said anything like that about me before. And it scared the hell out of me, Scotty. The things you wrote… I-I never thought anyone would ever write such beautiful words about me. Especially not you.”

You paused, wringing your hands in front of you tightly, your eyes now falling away from him.

“I tried to force myself to hate you, tried to tell myself that you were just something in the way of me becoming chief of engineering one day. Because that would have been easier than feeling the way I do about you.”

Scotty’s eyes flicked up and you met his gaze, his mouth fell open, “And how’s tha-”

“You almost died.” You looked at him desperately now, tears perched on your lids, and you wanted to reach for him so bad, but you were still scared.

“You almost died and I thought my heart was going to grind to a halt like a C3 engine with no pipe oil. And that’s when I realized how I felt. That’s when I realized I wanted you looking over my shoulder and criticizing every thing I do, I wanted to hear your insane yelling when something wasn’t working like we wanted it. We should be a team. We are the exact same, you and I. We should be inseparable. And I’m sorry it took me so long to figure that out, but here I am, now, all figured out.”

You shrugged your shoulders, your hands tucked into your pockets, feeling like he could see each and every emotion written on your skin, like it was that easy to express all the things you wanted to. You were surprised to find a look of confusion on his face.

His brows furrowed more than you’d ever seen them furrow, and his gaze was hard, distant, "I need some time to think.“ The words fell out of his mouth and suddenly you were staring at his back.

"Scotty, wait…”

And he was gone.

“Scotty?” You called into the near-empty engineering room.

It was the next day, Scotty’s first shift back, and having just arrived for yours, you had come in expecting a quiet, somber Scotty, but you couldn’t actually find him.

“Up here, lass.” You heard from above you and looked around until you spotted him, sitting on one of the metal bridges that criss-crossed the engineering room, his legs dangling and his arms resting on the railing.

You scooted up the stairs and strode over, Scotty not having moved an inch, not even turning to look at you, and you sat down beside him, dangling your legs over the edge as well and resting your forehead against the metal bar.

You observed the engineering room spread out in front of you, taking in all the intricacies and details of the room, feeling a sense of pride wash over you as you knew every last inch of it.

“She really is beautiful, isn’t she?” You commented.

“That she is.” Scotty breathed, but he still didn’t look at you.

“You okay?” You kicked his dangling foot gently and slid a little closer, so your leg just barely brushed his.

“I think so.” He responded and tapped his toe against yours.

He sighed and pulled back from the railing like he was going to get up to leave.

“We both got our chance to walk away from each other, how about we stay put for a minute?” You asked quickly, letting out a sigh of relief when he settled back into his spot.

Scotty’s eyes met yours now and he pursed his lips, his stare sending a sparkle of electricity through you, “Alright.”

He regarded you a moment more before turning his eyes back to the room. You could tell he was fighting an internal battle, and it sent a pang of hurt through your chest at the fact that you were the cause.

“I’m sorry, Scotty, for everything.” You felt tears press at your eyes and your breath caught in your chest. The words were not as easy to say as you thought.

“You have nothing t’a be sorry abou’.” He breathed, turning his head slightly to look at you.

“But I do. I messed up. I messed it all up and if I could go back I would, I… I would… I…” You started to cry as your emotions rose to the surface and slid down your cheeks in big, heavy drops, and your face fell into your hands.

“Don’t cry, Y/N,” Scotty soothed and he turned his body towards you, your knees pressing together, “You dinnae mess anything up.” He stroked a hand through your hair, once, as if he was unsure of the action.

“But if I hadn’t read the letter…” You peeked through your fingers at him.

“If you hadn’t read the letter, you would never know what I feel for you, because I either would be too damn scared to tell ya, or I would have tried and gotten all my words jumbled up and you would have told Dr. McCoy to throw me in the psych ward.”

You huffed a laugh despite your tears, and looked up to see Scotty’s soft smile, nearly falling apart as you did.

“So I didn’t screw this up?” You knitted your brow and pressed your lips together, dropping your hands back to your lap.

“Nae, you did give me a run for my money, though,” Scotty shook his head and smiled as he turned back towards the engineering room, your legs still pressed together, “I thought for sure I’d come to work today and see a notice that you’d transferred to another ship, leave me behind.”

“Never.” You stated, and caught his eye for a brief moment before you joined him in looking out over the engineering room again.

You stayed like that for a while, just touching and breathing, looking out into the room, in both of your favourite places in the world. Every second that you were suspended there next to him was like an eternity, and you never wanted it to end. You realized, in a moment of clarity, how much you admired this man, how much you loved him.

“Scotty, I…” You started, but were cut off when he took your hand.

This simple act had shut off your brain and made you melt as he entwined his fingers in yours, resting your connected hands on his thigh gently, a million unsaid words in one small gesture.

You drew closer to him, leaning your shoulder into his, and he seemed to relax into the contact. You couldn’t help but smile at the intimacy and the feelings that rushed through your body, the emotions that thrummed under your skin.

You stroked your thumb once across the back of his hand, and you felt him twitch instinctively, and he turned his head towards you. A smile waited for him on your lips when he met your gaze.

His face was so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your face, and your heart rammed inside your chest at your closeness, at the anticipation. Meeting his whiskey brown eyes one last time, you were grateful that you didn’t have to move very far to press your lips to his.

You kissed him softly, reveling in the feeling of his lips on yours, and pulled away far too soon for your liking, wanting to gauge his reaction. His breathing was rapid and warm on your face, his hand in a tight grip around yours, and you met his eyes again, trying to let him know without words how much you loved him.

But it was when he leaned in, touched his lips to yours, that you finally let yourself go, let yourself be free from the tension that you had been submersed in these past few weeks. You leaned into the warmth of his lips, his hand coming up and brushing across your cheek before hooking around the back of your head to deepen the kiss.

And just like that you saw your whole future ahead of you. Because the way he was kissing you, the way he was holding you, like you would break, like you were as fragile as a crystal glass, made you realize how much you couldn’t stand a future without him.

You pulled back from the kiss, taking in deep breaths and you saw Scotty’s hesitation at your sudden movement, so you reached up and pulled his forehead back to yours.

“MontgomeryScottIloveyousomuch.” You exhaled, barely able to contain your emotions, and you felt your hand start to shake as you stroked the back of his hair gently.

His eyes softened, mere inches from yours, and his hand that was still entwined with yours tightened even more. He licked his lips and flicked his eyes back and forth between yours, but you kept your gaze on his, incessant and forceful, yet full of love.

“Montgomery Scott,” You whispered, slower now, “I love you.”

He responded by releasing your hand and bringing both of his up to cup either side of your face, his eyes regarding you under furrowed brows. He looked curious, as if this whole “love” thing was a new discovery for him, and you felt tears almost perk on your eyelids when he started to stroke the skin of your cheeks with his thumbs.

“Lass, you know I love you too, right?” He breathed and you felt your heart skip a beat.

“Well, technically you never actually said it, but…” You tilted your head playfully, a smile tipping up the ends of your mouth.

Scotty smiled now, a welcome sight if there ever was one, and it made you smile back. You closed the gap between you and him and pressed your lips to his, needing the contact, needing the electricity that it sent down your spine.

You had no idea how long you stayed like up there, on the ledge, but you could say with 100% certainty that you wished you never had to come down.

All crew to report to the mess hall.

“Lassie, we really should… mhm.. go.” Scotty said across your lips, and you pulled him tighter against you, digging your hands into his hair.

“You really want to go, now?” You raised your eyebrow and pulled back, Scotty’s lips barely an inch from yours, both breathing hard, his eyes filled with longing.

As a response, he covered your mouth with his firmly, pressing your back against the wall, drawing you deeper into an electric kiss.

All crew to report to the mess hall.

“Damnit.” You grumbled and broke the kiss, heat curling over your body, sparks spreading over your skin where Scotty dragged his hands along your sides.

Scotty, the usually composed one, looked as dizzy as you felt from that kiss, and he kept you pressed against the wall.

“As much as I would love to stay here and continue our… activities… we better go.” You pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and he tried to chase your lips with his.

“No, no, Mr. Scott, duty calls.” You pressed a finger to his lips and he shook his head at you, giving your sides a squeeze.

“I told you not to call me that.” Scotty growled, low and gravely, eliciting another shot of heat low in your belly.

“What’re you gonna do? Punish me?” You smirked playfully, drawing your tongue over your teeth, and Scotty shook his head and suddenly snapped your hands up and pinned them against the wall, before diving into another heated kiss.

Last Call: All crew report to the mess hall.

“Alright, we better go.” Scotty breathed along your cheek, and released your hands.

“To be continued.” You pressed a quick kiss to his lips and took his hand, leading him towards the mess hall.

“Did we miss anything?” You whispered as you drew up next to Jim, Scotty following close behind, hand still connected to yours.

“Nah, he’s just going on about some new medical procedure.” Jim whispered and you rolled your eyes, “Should I reprimand you for being late?”

“Probably.” You winked and turned to Dr. McCoy, who stood at the front of the room, already deep into some speech, and you quickly zoned out.

This was your usual posture during meetings, hands connected, paying some or a little attention to what was being said, mostly happy just to be next to each other.

“Hey.” You hissed, and pulled on your connected hands, Scotty tilting his head down so his head was closer to yours, “I think we forgot to turn off the fragment generator."

"I turned it off, dontcha worry, darling.” Scotty smirked and pulled his head away.

After a few seconds, you pulled on Scotty’s hand again.

“What can I help ya with now, lass.” Scotty said, amusement making the corner of his lips turn up.

“Can we replicate some pizza later? I’m feeling pizza for dinner.”

“Sure.”

“And can we watch a movie? I’ll let you pick this time.” You batted your eyelashes up at him.

“You always say that, yet it never happens, now shush.” Scotty teased, tucking your conjoined hands into his pocket, which made you smile.

“You guys make me want to vomit."

You turned, raising your eyebrow curiously to see Jim standing just behind you, a look of disgust on his face.

"You wish you were us.” You teased and Jim huffed, dropping his eyes, but you caught the smile that crept onto his lips.

“… lead by our two best engineers, Scotty and Y/N. Nice of you to join us.”

You snapped your head forward, locking eyes with Dr. McCoy and pretty much everyone else on the crew who had turned to look at you and Scotty.

“You do agree with the premise of the project, don’t you?” Dr. McCoy looked very unamused.

“Of course, Doc, we’re all for it.” You called and threw up a thumbs up, which elicited a few giggles throughout the crowd.

“Great, so I will see you two in my office after this meeting and we can discuss details.” Dr. McCoy nodded and turned back to the rest of the crew, continuing his speech.

“We are in so much trouble.” You giggled, pressing your cheek into Scotty’s shoulder.

“Yeah, well at least we’re in trouble together.” Scotty squeezed your hand.

You turned back to Dr. McCoy’s speech, resting your head on Scotty’s shoulder, knowing that whatever crazy adventure was ahead of you, you could count on Scotty to be by your side.

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sicklylittlesnowflake · 7 years ago

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Hi, I'm the same person that send you the sick Bones request (it was great!) and I had another idea... I really like the idea of Bones losing his voice, he's always shouting and making sarcastic comments. Kirk making fun of him before realising how ill and miserable his CMO is and forcing him to rest. Thank you, you're awesome!

(Hey anon! I’m so glad you liked your first fic, and this came in the inbox great timing as I just rewatched all three of the JJ Abrams ST movies and I’m in the mood for some Star Trek! I’ve completely forgotten how much I love these characters, and if anyone wants any more ST, hit up the ask!! ^^ also so sorry I’m taking so long with prompts!! Im currently busy with acting things, so I haven’t had the time!!)

The five year mission had been quite slow the past month, and Bones had been relaxed, doing nothing but performing random experiments on new plants and other resources they had found on their expedition.

However one day, a bunch of the crew had been rushed in with injuries, apparently upsetting some species because of some culture thing they weren’t aware of.

It had been hectic, a shock to his system of idleness, and suddenly being thrown into a high stake, stressful situation.

A huge wave of bleeding bodies and broken bones came in, the whole situation distressing. While Bones didn’t like to be too prideful, it was nothing he couldn’t handle. Of course, he had his trusty crew with him.

However, Bones was a human, who got stressed. And lost his temper.

“YOU! What’s so interesting about the ceiling? Does the ceiling have a broken bone?! Well, does it?! No? Well this man over here does, so get your ass over here!”

“Get me the hypospray–no, no dear, that is not a hypospray! This isn’t a guessing game!”

“Oh my god, look at that supreme speed right there, wow, have you seen anyone move with such agility? Hurry up and get me the damn hypospray!!”

Sarcastic comments were also not an odd occurrence for the doctor.

“Doctor McCoy, he appears to be bleeding..”

“OH REALLY?! I was wondering what this sorcery leaking out of his skin was..bleeding you say?! What is this alien process?! How fascinating!”

“Doctor McCoy, this person has a broken arm,”

“That’s great! How about we go dance around it and worship it!”

“Doctor McCoy, this guy has a small cut on their–”

“Welp, they’re gone. What a tragedy. They’re dead. Rest in peace, what a fine life they lead.”

Needless to say, at the end of the day, McCoy was exhausted.

He was suffering from a splitting headache from overworking and stressing, felt weak to the bones (a pun Kirk would make, and he’d yell at him) and his voice was beginning to go.

Just before the end of the day, he received a message from the captain.

“Bones, my dearest friend, how’s everything going down there? Is my crew still alive?” Kirk chirped, knowing fully that there wasn’t anything too serious happening, and even if there was, his doctor was more than capable of making things okay again. He had much faith in their CMO, even if he would never say it to his face.

Bones rolled his eyes, groaning, “No Jimmy boy, you’ve managed to kill them all this time. I’m surprised they’ve lasted this long anyway, I’ve already prepared the funeral arrangements.”

He groaned louder and flopped on his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose, “No, they’re fine, Jim!! Of course they’re fine, I’ve managed to bring you back from the dead, so of course a few broken bones can be healed!”

He could practically hear the captain raising his eyebrow.

“You said I was barely dead..”

“Oh, shut up!” Bones groaned fondly, and turned off the message.

From up at the bridge, Captain Kirk burst into laughter, slapping his knee and all sorts. He stretched on his chair, and yawned, “Well, let’s call it a day folks, tomorrows another day. We’ll see you all tomorrow.”

Gradually, the people on the bridge began to clear out, leaving Pavel Chekov to himself, looking rather worried.

Many of the crew, including Spock and Bones, had developed a slight parental instinct towards their youngest throughout the years. So naturally, when Kirk spotted the teen unmoving and worried he approached him, giving his hair a little shake.

“What’s up, Pasha?”

Chekov blinked, a little startled and smiled sheepishly, “I’m sorry Keptin’–it’s just zat..Ze Doctor seemed wery..his voice was wery hoarse..I wonder if he is becoming ill?”

Kirk blinked, not even realising how hoarse Bones had sounded until Chekov had pointed it out. The kid was really good at detecting and analysing things; and he wasn’t even sure why he was surprised when he was the youngest ever to be put on the enterprise.

He smiled softly, giving the teen a pat on the back, “Doctor McCoy will be just fine. He always does, he’s..really a trooper. C'mon Pav, it’s been a long day, go and get some rest.”

The Russian nodded, and got up to leave but still wasn’t so sure.

“Doktor?” Chekov’s voice rang out, waking Bones from his half nap. By half nap, he meant that he was half asleep, not quite asleep and not quite awake.

“Mr.Chekov, I swear to god if you’ve broken anything..”

“No! I just..I brought you some tea,” Chekov said shyly, holding the steaming mug in front of him, looking far too adorable for it to be legal.

Bones’s heart burst with the sight before him, wanting to hug the boy for all of eternity but he could not let him know that he was a massive softie. No way.

“Is this your thing, now, kid? Givin’ up your boy genius thing to become a professional..tea guy?”

Chekov blinked, not knowing what to say.

Bones softened, “I’m joking, kid. I appreciate all this, it’s really sweet and all.”

Chekov’s face lit up with a bright, cheerful smile that made Bones momentarily forget about his splitting headache.

“It’s just zat you sounded sick on the message just there–I waz worried, iz all..Doktor, you must rest..”

Bones rolled his eyes at the kid fondly, “I’ll be fine, Mr Chekov. You should too, I promise I’ll head to my quarters too, in just a bit.”

Chekov frowned and crossed his arms, “Last time we had zis conversation you didn’t. It is now my duty to ensure zat you do.”

Bones groaned and huffed, unable to say no to this actual marshmallow fluff child and then got up, “Fine, lets go.”

Chekov’s frown disappeared and instantly resumed the cheery smile as the two walked out, with the Russian whiz kid dropping him off at his quarters. Much to Bones’s disapproval of course, he did not like being treated like a child.

The last time Bones had gotten sick, he had lied to Chekov and didn’t rest like he said he would. So naturally, when Bones actually did, he expected he wouldn’t be sick like the last time.

But of course, he was sick anyway.

Bones walked into the Medbay hacking, coughing his lungs out onto his sleeve. He felt awful, like he was about to collapse into a million pieces and that any second from now, his legs would betray him.

However, he would use his remaining time before his inevitable collapse to look after the patients from yesterday, who needed follow-up treatment and checkups.

The moment Nurse Chapel laid her eyes on Bones, she was off in a hurry, strutting away to send a message to the bridge. She didn’t even attempt to reason with the doctor, knowing full well how annoying and stubborn the man was, and that he’d never in a thousand years listen to her.

There were 3 people Leonard McCoy would give in to, Nyota Uhura, James Tiberius Kirk and Pavel Chekov, all three of which were at the bridge, and she knew at least one of them would come down and deal with this for her. She could not afford to waste time dragging him away!

Just as Bones continued to cough his way through the medbay, through examinations–to which the injured patients were more worried about him than their own injuries–James Kirk decided to make his presence known.

“Goooood morning Medbay! I have learned that your very own CMO sounds like a dying cat on acid at this very moment, and I am here to witness such an event!” He quipped as he strutted in, looking around for Bones.

It didn’t take him long to spot the doctor, and before he could even come 5 feet to him Bones hissed, quite literally like a cat.

Kirk blinked, “Woah shit, the cat on acid is still alive!”

“James, if you come any closer to me I will actually end your life,” Bones said harshly, although there was no real threat to his words. At least that’s what Kirk thought anyway, because he was more focused on how scratchy and hoarse Bones sounded.

“Oh, I will actually end your life,” Kirk mimicked in a silly, raspy voice to mock Bones.

Bones groaned loudly and continued to scan a patients wounds from yesterday, the patient looking awfully terrified of Bones, afraid he would snap and murder someone.

“What’re you gonna do anyway?” Kirk laughed, “Croak me to death? The sound of your nails on a chalkboard voice rupturing my eardrum as I die a long, painful death?”

Bones whipped around to face him for the first time, glaring daggers, “I will, James, watch me. In fact, I really want to right now.”

Upon seeing the doctor’s face, Kirk felt a sudden change in mood. He looked awful, pale, with dark bags hollowing his eyes. In fact, Kirk was beginning to feel a bit bad for being a shit. Bones must’ve felt horrible.

“Woah–uh, you can do that dude, but uh, after you go get rest and stuff. That is why I’m actually here–”

Kirk was cut off by a sudden harsh fit coming from Bones, as the doctor abruptly pulled away from the patient and turned away from both of them, coughing harshly into his fist. Kirk winced at the awfully chesty and painful sounding coughs, watching as his friend convulsed and shaken by the coughs. His entire frame was racked by them, and in fact, it looked like he could no longer support himself and was about to succumb to the illness and faint.

Kirk was at his side in an instant, wrapping a strong, caring arm around the doctor so he wouldn’t fall, steadying his entire frame. He lightly and gently patted his friend’s back, to help with the release of his coughs.

When Bones finished, he was gasping for air, taking a hot minute to recover himself and regain his breathing. Kirk sighed and gave Bones a pat on the shoulder.

“We’re out of here, you can’t be working now. Jesus, I should’ve listened to Pav last night..I know he got you tea and stuff and he got you to rest, but the kid’s too soft. He can’t force you like I can, his hearts too pure for that. I however can fight you tooth and nail,” Kirk smirked.

“You know what else I can do? Take care of you! Not that Pav can’t do that, it’s just his immune system isn’t the greatest and we need our navigator!”

Bones groaned, “You are not taking care of me, Jim! I will not allow it!”

“Who’s the captain here, hmm?” Kirk challenged, raising an eyebrow as he began to walk the doctor back to his quarters.

To his surprise, Bones didn’t say a word, and the journey there was quiet.

When they finally reached their destination, Bones slowly collapsed onto his bed. He instantaneously pulled his covers up and closed his eyes, face scrunching in a headache. Jim frowned at the sight, he looked so weak and sick. He wished he had realised earlier.

“..Ya really are sick, aren’t you?”

Bones opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.

Jim widened his eyes, “Shit, should I get Chapel–”

Bones shook his head and took out his PADD, typing out,

“It’s fine. It will come back as I recover. Don’t worry about it.”

Jim relaxed, and gave him a smirk, “Y'know what? I really like this! You not talking..it’s so peaceful..OW!” He pouted as he rubbed the spot on his arm that had been whacked by the PADD.

Jim glared, “It makes you more violent than usual though.”

Bones typed out: “You don’t have to take care of me, you know.”

Jim rolled his eyes fondly, “Well I am, to show how great I am.”

Bones typed out, “You’ll get sick.”

Jim laughed heartily, “I don’t get sick!”

Bones rolled his eyes and sighed, watching as Jim walked around to find and watch some kind of programme to keep them both occupied, enjoying this company with his best friend. He felt awful all over, and he couldn’t even shout at Jim (one of life’s greatest pleasures), but he felt happy like this, in silent company.

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