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Prompt: “ could you write a soulmate au with scotty? maybe with the red string trope and the tugs get in the way of during his job properly but he just ignores it? :))” - @nymphadora-blurryface

Word Count: 2,865

Author’s Note: AKA: 5 Times Scotty Ignored His String and 1 Time He Didn’t. Because I’m a sucker for those stories. I loved writing this so much. Scotty is such a sweet, precious little bean and having him slowly fall in love with someone like this was just so beautiful to explore. Please enjoy and a always please let me know what you think! Your feedback is precious to me <3

Scotty’s arm gave a violent jolt over the strategy table. He grimaced a reigned his errant limb back in, clasping his hands tightly behind his back.

“Christ,” he hissed, trying to regain his train of thought.

“You all good, Mr. Scott?” Jim asked in that shiteating way he does when he knows damn well that it’s not all good.

“Jus’ ignore it, Sir, I’m trying to,” Scotty retorted, shuffling his feet and sniffing. “Now, as I was saying -”

“Best not to ignore it too long, Mr. Scott,” Jim said with a tip of his head.

“Aye, now as I was saying…”

“Meester Scott, I voss vondering, vhere vould I find - Are you alright?” Chekov appeared in the doorway, his yellow shirt stained with wide smears of grease.

Scotty sat at his desk, one hand over his eyes, the other arm stretched aloft at an odd angle.

“Aye, lad, what are ye lookin’ for?” Scotty let the hand over his eyes fall to his thigh as he looked up at his apprentice.

“Um… Meester Scott…”

“‘S been like this for nigh on twenty minutes,” Scotty griped. “I can’ take it down.”

“Um… should I raise ze Doctor, or…?”

“I’m sure it’ll go away if I wait,” Scotty said, standing and approaching the doorway. The angle of his arm didn’t waver, but he was able to move freely otherwise.

“I vonder vat zey’re doing…” Chekov mused.

“I prefer not to think about it,” Scotty clapped the young Russian on the shoulder. “Now, wha’ are ya lookin’ for?”

Scotty sighed heavily, sitting back on his haunches to wait it out. He was attempting to calibrate a capacitor in the medbay, but every five to ten seconds this string would twitch and his hand would be thrown off course. Rather than get wounded in the line of duty, he looked down at the string as it jerked this way and that. His mind wandered to what his soulmate might be doing but he shook his head. He’s seen better men than he become consumed by what the person on the other end might be doing, might look like, when they might finally meet, the whole gambit of thoughts, and he couldn’t let himself stray down that route. After all, who would look after the Enterprise if he got too distracted to perform his job? Granted, he was doing some job now… And anyway, the resupply was imminent, he could deal with it then.

The string tugged again and then fell still.

“Finally,” he grumbled, picking up his instruments again and getting back into the console.

His string didn’t move for nearly four days and although Scotty was elated with the amount of work he’d managed to complete uninterrupted, a tiny voice at the back of his head began to worry. Had something happened? Was he getting too far away again? The movement didn’t even start to happen until he got to the Enterprise off Delta Vega; the first jerk as he was drying his hair nearly gave him a heart attack.

And then Kirk’s words came back to him.

“Best not to ignore it too long, Mr. Scott.”

Had he waited too long?

The guilt pang in his chest made him lift his fingers to the string and give it a small tug. He waited and rubbed it between his fingertips, for the first time willing it to move in return.

The string tugged gently. Not enough force to move his hand, but enough to let him know his soulmate was still out there.

He smiled softly, returning to the PADD he discarded on the desk.

The clock struck three in the morning and the string pulled again.

Scotty looked down at the mattress where he’d discarded his arm when the activity began earlier in the evening. It wasn’t getting any earlier.

He stood from his bed and pulled on his boots and a thermal workout jacket. Lifting the string in one hand, he started to gather it between his fingers as he followed it.

He ended up in the hall and for once was actually getting somewhere. He followed the string around the corner and then his heart sank as he saw it dissolve into nothingness three meters down.

“Ach, for the love of…” Scotty grumbled as the string tugged at his wrist. For the past few days the red thing had gotten excessively active and thus was impeding his work more than usual.

He balanced on a rung in the Jefferies tube, considering whether or not to get out and try once again to go looking for the other end. After several midnight ventures, he was starting to become certain that wherever his soulmate was, they weren’t on this ship.

Just as Scotty put his hand back in the panel to keep working, his string gave another sharp tug.

Tucking his screwdriver into his tool belt, he took the string in his fingers and pulled three times in quick succession.

Seconds ticked by before the string tugged him back three times.

The corner of Scotty’s mouth turned up and his heart leapt into his chest. The string was moving again in short and long pulls. That couldn’t be…

N-A-M-E.

He gaped at his wrist long enough that the message repeated itself.

N-A-M-E.

Scotty shook his head and racked his brain to remember the full alphabet.

S-C-O-T-T-Y.

A long, heart-numbing pause ensued.

Y/N.

Scotty laughed out loud.

“Y/N! Tha’s brilliant! Ye’ve go’ a name!” he exclaimed, looking around the tube self-consciously before wiping at the beads of sweat on his forehead. Then he had another idea.

Y-O-R-K-T-O-W-N.

He nearly cried at the response.

Y-O-R-K-T-O-W-N.

2 D-A-Y-S, he responded.

1 D-A-Y S-E-E Y-O-U S-O-O-N.

Grinning ear to ear, Scotty stuffed his hands back into the console and damn near started whistling as he resumed his work.

Just as Scotty finished buttoning his shirt the string started tugging again.

H-E-R-E Y-E-T.

A-Y-E. He smiled down at this wrist, rubbing the thread against his skin, wondering what it would feel like when it finally disappeared.

W-H-E-R-E.

Scotty looked down at the street below with a soft smile playing on his lips.

F-I-N-D M-E, he responded. He couldn’t let the adventure fade quite yet.

Y-O-U-R-E O-N.

Taking one last look in the mirror, Scotty sighed. If he did say so himself, he looked good. He pulled out all the stops: his best fitting navy trousers, a gold and red paisley shirt, and the jacket that matched the pants lay on the bed. He bothered to run some product through his hair and pat on a touch of aftershave.

Picking the jacket up from the mattress, he swung it over his shoulder and sauntered out the door.

At street level he put on his jacket and picked the string between his fingers, following it down the sidewalk.

He couldn’t help but smile at every person he passed, wondering which one would finally be you.

You danced down the sidewalk, feeling like a new person in your outfit. Your soulmate, Scotty - they had a name! - only arrived today which gave you a whole day of shore leave to get ready. Naturally, this meant a new ensemble and some fresh eau de cologne since your old stock got a little musty in the closet over the past nine months.

The string on your wrist started to tug.

E-X-C-I-T-E-D.

You grinned. Could they tell you were dancing?

There was a long, soft pull.

You took more concerted steps forward, passing by one of the impressive water features that blew water straight up into the air.

W-H-E-R-E, you tugged back.

W-A-T-E-R.

You looked down at the red string where it trailed along the railing blocking the pedestrians from the pond. It stretched for as far as you could see, which was more than you usually got. Generally, the string showed for six inches and faded into nothing, but lately, the closer you got to Yorktown, the more the string showed and now there it went off around the corner and… there.

Your jaw dropped. A man, slim and sure of himself, wandered along the waterfront in a striking navy suit with a colourful button down underneath and your string securely wrapped around his wrist. He was smiling at everyone he passed, an honest smile that made the corners of his eyes crinkle.

It happened in a second. He looked at you, his eyes meeting yours across the last few meters and the string pulled suddenly violently taught, making you falter.

You gasped but you followed it as it reeled you in. Scotty picked up his pace too, following his arm as the string pulled him toward you.

Your hands met in thin air and the string dissolved, all the tension going with it. You looked up into his friendly eyes, so warmly blue, and you actually laughed. You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug.

“Hi!” you said.

“Hi yerself,” he said, pulling back and looking down at you with that smile, although now it was blown clear across his face, his whole self lighting up.

“You’re Scottish,” you blurted, dropping a hand to your face, embarrassed at your lack of finesse.

“Aye,” he said with a chuckle, pulling back enough to offer you his hand. “Scotty.”

“Y/N,” you said, taking his hand. He didn’t shake it, he just held it. His palm was just sweaty enough that you could tell he was nervous, even if his smile didn’t betray it. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he pressed his lips together and pulled back more to take your entire body in. “It’s so good to meet you. I’ve go’ so many questions.”

“Me too,” you said, tightening your hold on his fingers. “You’ve got a beautiful smile.”

“You’re beautiful,” Scotty efused, pulling you back into a hug. “Le’s go somewhere.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere,” he said, unwrapping one of his arms from you and leading you back down the boardwalk the way you came. “So, who are ya, where do ya serve? Ye’re Starfleet, ri’?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, looping your own arm around his waist, thankful that he put you so much at ease. “I’m on the Bradbury just now, recent transfer. Well, relatively recent, we left port nine months ago, but still. I’m head of communications.”

“Tha’s brilliant, I guess tha’s why ya though’ of morse code?”

“It just came to me,” you blushed. “Who are you?”

“Oh, righ’, uh, Montgomery Scott, Chief Engineer on the Enterprise.”

“Oh,” you blushed again, suddenly self-conscious. “I’ve heard of you.”

“Have ya?” he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“You invented that classified transwarp equation, right? My CE won’t stop talking about it, she’s been trying to replicate it for years.”

“‘S no’ tha’ hard really,” he shook his head. “Well, no’ after I figured it out, anyway.

“Modest,” you grinned, looking up to see him start to turn pink. “It's so nice to meet you finally.”

He looked down at you, slowing his pace to a stop.

“How long have you been feeling it?” he asked, turning to face you, curling you into the circle of his arms.

“The first time was at the academy. I was a year behind all the cadets who went up during the Nerada incident and I had to stay behind and watch with all the other underlings while half the graduating class was…” you shook your head. “Anyway, my cohort holed up in the comms labs and we were just listening when I suddenly felt this… this tug. I didn't know what it was at first, but I suppose it was you.”

Scotty grinned again, impossibly wider.

“Ya know,” he said, “I beamed onto the Enterprise midwarp that day. Straight into water reclamation.”

“Nice aim.”

“Nae, li’ into one of the tanks.”

“Oh,” you raised your eyebrows.

“Aye, so I had to dry off, ri’? I felt it then. Tore the damn towel ri’ off my head.”

“Sorry,” you said, reaching out and touching his arm with your fingertips. “Sorry, I just still can’t believe you’re real.”

Scotty blinked, pressing his lips together before he brought a hand to the back of your head and tucked your face into the crook of his neck, swaying back and forth with the pressure of his hug.

“What do you do for fun?” he asked, pulling back to look at you.

You laughed once, trying to hide the sarcasm.

“Work, mostly. I’m always up for an adventure. This is my first time here, have you been before?”

“Aye, an’ I know a place. Come on,” he took your hand and pulled you along the sidewalk past a skyward jet of water.

You lay back on Scotty’s chest on the chaise longue. The rooftop patio was lit up by intermittent pot lights; Yorktown’s daytime cycle ended a few hours ago. The pair of you looked up at the sky, a tumbler of scotch in his hand and a hot blueberry tea in yours.

“When do ya ship out?” he murmured.

“I’ve got another six days,” you said, turning your head so you could brush the collar of his jacket with your nose. “I’m not obligated to be anywhere until the last day to double check the manifests for my department, but we don’t really have a lot of stock coming in, so I can imagine that won’t take more than a few hours. You?”

“I’ve go’ another three days on tha’,” he said, taking a sip of his scotch and sighing at the burn. “Enterprise is a bloody big ship.”

“That she is,” you agreed, inconspicuously inhaling his scent. “What do you want to do now?”

“How do ya mean?”

“Well, do we want to do long distance while we get to know each other, or should one of us put in a request? Cause if you want, I’d be happy to volunteer; it’s a pay cut, sure, I’m sure you've got a great head of comms, but serving on the Enterprise herself would be worth it…”

“I don’ wanna tear you away, though,” Scotty protested. “Mind, I’ve never been good at the whole ‘long distance’ thing… I ge’ antsy, ya know? Nervous.”

You hummed and turned your whole body so you could skim your elbow down his side to the back of the chair and push yourself up to look down at him. His whole face changed from here. When he looked up the lines around his eyes softened and he looked almost innocent, his lips falling just slightly apart.

“I’m happy to put in a request,” you said, watching his pupils dilate as your breath cascaded over his face. “It’ll probably be three or four months yet until they can honour it, bureaucracy and all that jazz, but they always follow through in these situations.”

“Tha’ll give us time,” Scotty agreed, pressing his free hand to the small of your back.

“Have you…” you started. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Course.”

“Have you been with anyone else?”

Scotty blinked up at you, letting his eyes fall to your waist before coming back up to meet yours.

“A few. Just messing around, ya know? I mean, I knew it didn’t mean anything...”

“Me, too,” you crinkled your nose. “I mean, I’ve been with a couple people. Just passing time, you know?”

“Aye,” you watched his eyes glass over as he looked up at you before he swallowed. “Ye’re really beautiful, you know that?”

You felt the heat rise up your face.

“You’re a charmer, Mr. Scott.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I guess we’re going to have to some time,” you said with a quirk of your lips before you dipped your head and laid your lips on his, letting the alcohols mingle on your tongues and build a bridge between you. He smelled so good. You set your drink down on the table next to the chair and laid your warmed hand against his cheek. He moaned, just quietly, but enough that you felt the vibrations on your flesh.

You pulled back and watched the colour rise in his face as he savoured the sensation. It took him a moment to open his eyes.

“What now?” you asked, settling back on his chest and recapturing your drink from the table.

“This city never truly stops,” Scotty said, swirling his scotch around. “We can stay out as long as we please. We can stay righ’ here if ya like. Or, I mean, if you want to…”

“Which barracks are you in?” you asked, craning your neck to look at him upside down.

“C block. You?”

“N. I’m closer.”

“Shall we finish these and go back to yours?” Scotty suggested, gently clinking his tumbler against your mug.

“I’d like that,” you grinned as Scotty pecked your temple. You unbent your neck and let your head rest on his collarbone while you sipped your drink, watching the stars twinkle above you. Scotty’s free hand wrapped around your waist and captured one of yours, twining your fingers together and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. He let out a contented sigh and you snuggled back into him, relishing the newness of his warmth.

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