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whatif-animagineblog · 6 years

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Summary: On your way to Chicago to search out new opportunities. Your car breaks down outside of a small town nestled near the mountains. Trapped for more than a week, you almost seamlessly fall into place. Which makes it even harder when you have to leave.

Pairing: Scotty/Reader (But it’s a slow burn so hold your horses)

Warnings: Helpless pining

A/N: Well finally finished this part of it. I think there might be 2 more parts before we are done with this I hope you enjoy.

Word Count: 1178

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

Jim, Bones and the Sulus watched you walk down the street with some flowers in hand down towards Scotty's shop.

“Do you think he’ll invite her to the dance,” Jim asked nonchalantly.

Hikaru and Bones sighed, “Can you just leave this alone, Jim,” Bones barked. “All I’ve heard about for the last few days is Scotty and the drifter.”

Jim looked over at Bones with an impish smile. “Can you blame me? It’s interesting. Plus,” Jim grunted pushing off from the counter, where he had been leaning. “I’ve never seen Scotty like this! It’s good for him! Did you see them when they came in here the other day?!

“They came to the diner after they left our shop,” Ben interjected, leaning back into the conversations.

“After they went to the orchard. But they were all smiles and just chatting up a storm! She asked about Scotland,” Jim excitedly slammed his hands on the counter. “And she didn’t look bored after fifteen minutes, hell she asked for more detail! Guys, can’t you see?”

“That this will end in terrible heartbreak?” Hikaru suggested with a laugh. “If they keep getting pushed together they’ll only end up hurt at the end when she leaves.”

“Not true! She has no real ties to Chicago! It’s just a job! No friends, no family, no anything! She said so herself to him!”

Bones rolled his eyes like he was a conspiracy theorist, “You really have nothing better to do, do you?”

“Not till you get off work,” countered playfully with a wink.

You smiled at the small bunch of flowers in your hands. You tried your best not to read to much into it. It was probably just a friendly gesture. But no one had ever given you flowers. That wasn’t something people did. Right? No, no, no. Scotty was just a nice guy, you didn’t really mean much you were a unwilling client.

Still, you wanted to return the favor, taking half of the bouquet he got you to him.

You walked into the office, not finding him, then to the garage and you saw him leaning over the engine of your car, humming. “Scotty?” He whirled around looking surprised, a smear of grease on his forehead.

“Lassie,” he looked down at your hands. “Oh! Y-you got them!” He looked nervous, his eyes flicking from your hands to your eyes.

“I did,” you smiled warmly, feeling your own face grow warm.

“Well, you said you couldn’t keep anything alive, and you looked like you were really liking the flowers so I thought you could use some. And these ones are already technically dead so you don’t gotta worry about taking care of them. So when they,” he trailed off, hand on the back of his neck, suddenly realizing that he was rambling.

“Whither into crispy petal bits,” you encouraged with a small laugh.

“Right, you wouldn’t feel guilty,” he nodded. “So, did you not like them?”

“OH! No,” You shook your head vigorously. “I wanted to thank you, so I brought half over to brighten up your corner of town. I-I hope you don’t mind.”

Scotty stared at you for a good minute, his hands reaching for the small vase in your hands. “No, I-I don’t. Thank you,” he said softly, taking the flowers. “This is awful nice of you.”

“Well, you’ve been awfully nice to me.” An awkward silence hung in the air as you rocked on your heels helplessly. “So, what are you doing? I heard that you got the parts for Atticus.”

“Aye,” he beamed as he motioned for you to follow him. “Take a look. I’m taking out the old parts so I can replace them.” You looked in at the jumble of metal, nothing made any sense to you, so you glanced over at Scotty whose eyes were flitting around the machinery. “It’s beautiful huh?”

“Yes, I suppose, even if I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m looking at.”

“I could always teach you, so you know some things before you go back home,” Scotty offered, picking at his hands.

“I suppose, but I think that ruins the magic, and it relieves your tricks as a magician.” He started to laugh and shake his head. “What?”

“You are a romantic ain'tcha, Lass?”

“What do you mean,” you turned your head hoping he wouldn’t see your blush.

“Turning simple mechanics into magic.” You remained silent, especially when a hand dropped down to yours. “I like it. It’s endearin’.”

Your heart was hammering so hard in your chest you wondered if he could hear it You looked at your hands and over at him. Your face burning up. His look was so soft but you yanked your hand away. Probably a bit too hard. “I-I should go. I-I’ve made a deal with Jim, to um...Work with him.” You babbled at him walking backward, “So I don’t feel like such a freeloader. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You turned tail and squeezed out the door. Once out of sight you ran to your room at the bed and breakfast, heart thudding wildly.

Scotty stared at the spot you were. He wrung his hands while he sighed and shook his head. “You are an old fool, Montgomery.”

You had spent a few days helping out Jim in his diner. Sweeping, cleaning dishes, hell you even put a few orders for deliveries in. Jim was getting sick of you because it was not at all helping his matchmaking plans. As you were stacking plate Jim leaned next to you.

“So, Y/N. It not like I don’t appreciate your help. Hell, I don’t think this place has been this clean in years.”

“But,” you inquired, looking towards him.

“But, you need to get out more. See more of the town. See Scotty..”

“I can’t help him. I look into that engine and I have no idea what I’m looking at.” Jim scoffed as he picked the towel off your shoulder, slinging it over his own.

“I mean cleaning wise. You’ve seen it. The man could use less clutter in his life.”

“Jim, I like the diner. I meet so many people.”

“I thought you wanted to be useful,” Jim poked.

“Well, yeah.”

“You’ve outlived your usefulness here.” You gave him a blank look and shook your head.

“Okay, fine whatever.”

So, pushed out of Jim’s, you slid into Scotty’s office for the first time in a while. You stepped up to his desk where he was mumbling to himself looking at papers. “Scotty?”

“Lass? I didn’t think I see you for a few more days…”

“I-I thought you could use some help,” you offered, uselessly gesturing to the mess around him. “Make calls, file things?”

He grinned wide, “ Ach, Pavel's gonna love you. I just bought the lad on, you know, to train. I was gonna make him do all that. I’m useless at it.”

“Good thing I’m here then,” you smiled back at him.

“Aye,” He eyes finally met yours and there were a few beats of silence. “Good thing.”

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whatif-animagineblog · 6 years

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Prompt: I hope you still have spots left, but I would like to request a AOS Scotty with the prompts "I dreamt about you last night" and "Just because." Thank you so much in advance and congratulations on 900 followers! ❤️ From the lovely: @im-an-angel-of-the-lord-you-ass

Warnings: None

Pairing: Scotty/reader

Word count: 482

A/N: I’m not doing a read more on this one because it was such a short one and I’m so sorry for that.

You knocked on the door frame of Scotty’s office as you entered. “Monty, I brought you lunch,” you said lifting the tray slightly for emphasis.

He looked up surprised, “Ah, lass! Whatcha, you do that for? It’s not lunch time, is it?”

You laughed as you kissed the top of his head as you placed down the sack lunch. “It is lunch. And I did it just because I love you.”

He took the tray and smiled at you warmly, then looking over at the food with a hungry glare. Just then his stomach rumbled. “Is this shepherd's pie?”

You nodded, smiling with your lip between your teeth. “Leftovers from the other night during shore leave. The one I made.”

“I didn’t think there were leftovers. I ate a lot of it.”

“I made some more before we left,” you kissed his cheek. You sighed looking at your watch, “My hour is almost up. I gotta get back to the astrophysics lab. I love you, see you later?”

“Always,” Scotty hummed before catching your wrist in his hand “Wait.”

“Monty I gotta go,” you pulled half-heartedly, but he pulled back, bringing you closer.

“I-I know hen but, I had a dream about ye last night.”

You felt your face turned red and attempted to yank way. “No way, I’m not having a quickie with you in your office just because,” you started.

“It wasn’t like that, lass!” Now Scotty was pink in the cheeks. “It was… us. But like years from now. We were on this porch and the sun was setting behind these huge hills. And-and You had all this beautiful grey and silver in your hair. You had these wrinkles to especially around your eyes and mouth and they just made you look beautiful and wise. We were holding hands and talking about something, maybe our retirement. And...Oh, y/n I just...I was so happy thinking we were growing grey together.” Scotty looked down at your hands, he seemed afraid of what you may think about that.

You smiled slowly, tilting his chin up to give his lips a kiss, keeping a hand on his cheek. “That’s beautiful. I have to get back to work but, I want to talk about the possibility of us actually turning grey together. Okay?”

“Aye, I’d love to have that talk.” He grinned at you, eyes sparkling with promise and hope.

You grinned at him as you started backing out of his office, “My quarters? Come by when you get off shift.”

“Will do, Lassie. See you soon.” He watched you go his grin softening into a warm smile. “Love you.”

You patted the door frame, smiling, “Love you, too.” With that you headed back to the lab you mind swimming with the thoughts of the future. Needless to say, you were pretty distracted the rest of your shift.

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whatif-animagineblog · 7 years

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Prompt: Congrats on 900! That's a wonderful big number! Could you do number 40 AOS Scotty, pretty please?? :D For @mustanglegends

Pairing: Scotty/Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: this turned out longer than I wanted. But I really, really love it. I hope you love it too.

Word Count: 1048

Two years. Two years to the day when you started dating one Montgomery Scott. You drifted around the room fixing the dinner you prepared.

As a career oriented adult you never really thought you’d run into love. Especially, not someone so wonderful as Scotty. And you never thought you find it during shore leave in an out of the way cabana on Starbase 3. A few shots and glasses of scotch later you were dating.

Your door rang and you ran to open it to your boyfriend. There he was in all his glory, still in his uniform, smudged with oil and sweat. “I-I didn’t want to be late, so I-I came straight here.” You smiled warmly as he continued producing a medium sized box. “This is for you,” he looked over your shoulder to see the dinner you made. “That looks wonderful!”

He reached in to hug you without thinking, but you gently pushed him back, “Hey! Easy there! If you want to clean up, I have a shirt of yours and some deodorant.”

“Are you sayin’ I smell,” he laughed. “Alright,” he kissed your cheek gently, “ I’ll be right back.” He left the box on the table heading for your bathroom.

Scotty stared at himself in the mirror, fussing with his hair. “Alright Montgomery. You are a Scott by God! You can do this. You love her, and she loves you.” He sighed once more, long and heavy, before exiting the bathroom to sit at the table.

You lifted you glass to him, “To us! Two years and more to come.” He gently clinked his glass against yours before taking a bit of his chicken pot pie.

“Oh, Lass,” he moaned. “T-This isn’t replicated. How did you manage this?”

You laughed as he continued taking a few large bites. “I dug into my can stash. The chicken, veggies, and soup came from there. And oddly enough I had biscuit mix. Hikaru let me raid his spice garden. And the other stuff I replicated. But I thought you might enjoy a more home cooked meal.” You ate some to revealing in the taste. Damn you were good.

“I think I love you even more,” he teased. He grew quite, staring into your eyes. “You are just wonderful.” He sighed softly reaching for your hand across the table. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” you whispered. “Two years. It’s been wonderful.”

You reached behind you handing him a bag overflowing with tissue paper. “Here, open mine first.” He laughed as he took into his hands gently removing the paper.

As he pulled out a small bottle, “Isn’t scotch a little cliche, lass,” he chastised. You bit your lip as he stared at the label. “Y/N, this...this is the really good stuff.”

“Check the back.”

He turned the bottle over in his hands. Then his eyes began to water, “I-Is this from the distillery from my hometown?”

“Yeah,” You grinned scooting your chair close. “Single malt, 18 years. I thought you could use a little taste of home out here.” Scotty hung his head placing a hand over his eyes. “Monty,” you placed your hands over his shoulders, wrapping him firmly in your arms.

“This was my first drink. My da’ took me out for it.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” you called as his body shook with a cry.

“Thank you. This so, wonderful,” he hugged you tightly, pressing his nose into your shoulder. “How did you even find this?”

“I stumbled onto in at a starbase, don’t worry about it.” You reached your hand to the box he handed you when you first showed up. “Should I?” He nodded and you grinned as you opened up the box. You gasped as you pulled out a metal model of the Enterprise. “Oh, Monty!”

“I made it for you. It’s a scale model.” He offered, smiling as he saw you grinning, holding up the small ship into the light.

“You made it?” He nodded shrugging. “Who knew you were so artistic! She’s beautiful! Thank you!” You ran your fingers over the metal looking at all the intricate detail.

You looked up to see Scotty staring intensely. Like he was really thinking, his breathing was rapid and he had his lip sucked between his teeth. “Open it up where the bridge would be.”

You turned it over delicately in your hands, pressing a small button to open the hatch of where the bridge would be. You expected to see a model of said bridge, but no. There was a ring.

You gaped at it, reaching in and picking it up in your fingertips. It was a simple silver band, not much more. An engraving caught your eyes, it was small but read, “For my bonnie lass. Love Montgomery.” You raised your head to look at him, eyes burning with tears. You had to look down to find him on one knee.

“Y/F/N,” Scotty spoke shakily. “Two years ago, I didn’t know I could love anything more than this ship. But you, you showed me wrong.” He reached and grabbed your hand between his. “I love you so much. And I-I,” he stumbled over his words getting choked up with emotion, but he kept his eyes locked on yours. Oh, those eyes, those deep soulful eyes that spoke where his words failed him. “I had this whole speech, an’ now I can’t think of a word. How do you do that?” You shrugged uselessly as tears flowed down your face. He reached for the ring, in your fingers grasping it gently. “Would ya want ta marry me, lass?”

You pushed yourself down into his arms holding him tighter than you think you held anyone. “Yes,” you sobbed out pressing his face into his neck. “Yes, I want to marry you” Gently he pried you back, taking your hand and tentatively pushing the ring on your finger. “Where’d you get it?”

“Made it from an old piece of the bulkhead,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss on your temple. “You like it? I could always make another one if you wanted. Does it need to be sized, I took an educated guess,” you kissed him, holding onto the sides of his face.

“It’s perfect. Just like you.”

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whatif-animagineblog · 7 years

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Pairing: Scotty/Reader (But it’s a slow burn so hold your horses)

Warnings: Helpess pining

A/N: sorry I’ve been gone so long. I hope I can get some writing done on the five-hour band trip I’m taking on Friday. Also you meet Sulu! yea!!! Also not beta’d or revised that much, you might find errors.

Word Count: 1436

PART 1 PART 2

You fumbled with your jacket in the small mirror. You were nervous, why were you nervous? Mr. Scott, no, Scotty, was a nice man who just wanted to show you around town. Nothing more. There was a soft knock on your door, “yes?”

“Uh, Scotty is out front,” Pavel’s voice cut through the door.

YOu walked to the door opening it, “Good, I just got done getting ready.” You followed him down the steps and right out onto the small porch. “Scotty!”

“Y/N,” he responded smiling, his eyes flitting across you. “You look nice.”

“Thank you,” you gushed, “You clean up well too.” You shared a long look at one another, just enjoying the silence that hung between you, even though it got heavier by the second.

“So um, I uh promised yeh flowers and trees, dinne I?” Scotty rubbed the back of his neck as he gestured with his other hand up the street. “I hope this town isn’t borin’ ya lass.”

You laughed as you walked side by side, you hands behind your back. “No, not yet. In fact it’s giving me ideas for a story. I’m a Journalist, by the way. With the silly dream of becoming a novelist.”

Scotty looked over at you with a wide grin, “a journalist? Well, that is fascinating! That must keep you on your toes.”

You nodded, brushing your hair back, “Yeah, it usually does, and I love it, I do. But, I really want to just write stories. And that’s silly, only the lucky ever really make it.” You sighed looking at the ground.

“Hey now,” Scotty called, coming to a stop, forcing you to look back at him. “There is no harm in dreamin’. Now I know I don’t know ya very well but, I think ya’ll make it.” You felt your cheeks turning pink. His were too, “So you write,” he lead on again, prodding you for more information.

“Yeah, yeah, I do. I was always the kid in the back using all her loose-leaf paper to write stories. A friend of mine used to illustrate. She still does that now, illustrates for children’s stories. But anyone can write, you fix machines. Like that’s really cool,” you sighed looking at him.

He guffawed, “No I know you are just blowing smoke up my arse,” he teased. “But, cars and really all machines are my whole life. It sounds silly but it’s like they talk to me you know? I’ve always understood them more than people.”

“Kinda how like my muse whispers to me,” said looking ahead this time, even though you were finding you really like looking at Scotty. “Well, without you Scotty, I don’t think any amount of journalistic or creative writing talent would get me home. So thank you.”

He groaned this time, “Will ya quit thanking me? It’s my pleasure! Plus, Atticus hasn’t bitten me yet, so we are all good.”

It was your turn to laugh, “He’s been good then? Usually, all my mechanics end up with a cut from him. Gosh, he must like you!” Scotty beamed at you before he came to a stop in front of a shop.

“He must. Ah, anyway, here we are. For the flower bit at least!” You glanced up at the older withered sign that simply read “Florist.” “Hikaru and his husband grow the most beautiful flowers. And one of the lads that helps out times to time is gifted with orchids.” He lead you inside and you were greeted by two brilliant smiles.

“Scotty! And you must be y/n,” one of the men beamed reaching for your hand. When you gave them a puzzled look, he laughed. “I’m Hikaru Sulu, and it’s a small town, and Jim is a bit of a gossip.

“Ah. Yeah, I am Y/n. Scotty is giving me an official tour.” you looked around the small shop, the bright and fragrant flowers covering the walls. You wandered off to another part of the shop as Scotty stepped up to talk to Hikaru.

“So, that’s her,” Sulu mused. “She seems sweet.”

Scotty leaned on the counter, watching you walk around. “Yeah”, he sighed, “She’s really sweet. I wish she was staying.”

Sulu snapped his head towards the other man, “Oh, so you do like her.”

“I’m tryin’ really hard not ta’! But we were talkin’ on the way here and,” Scotty sighed heavily. “I can’t afford to like her. She’s gonna leave.”

“You can’t help who you love, Scotty,” Sulu chastised half heartedly.

Scotty stood up with a huff, “Ach, It’s not like that! She’s just...just. OH, you know what? I don’t got to go explain’ myself to you!” Scotty walked away to where you were in the store as Ben Sulu came up to stand next to his husband.

“So, he does have a crush on her,” Sulu sighed as he looked over at his partner.

“Not you too. Ben, we shouldn’t meddle.”

“If he buys flowers for her you owe me a twenty,” Ben said simply, kissing the other’s cheek.

“Deal.”

When Scotty caught up to you he saw your fingers brushing over the petals of the promised orchids. “Ah, I see you’ve found them!”

“Yeah, they’re beautiful,” you whispered. “It’s just so gorgeous. I could never keep something like this alive.”

“Actually, I’ve learned they aren’t that hard to care for. I’m sure the Sulus would be happy to teach you,” Scotty stepped closer to your side, looking at the brightly colored petals.

“I killed a cactus once,” you deadpanned without looking over at him. “I forgot to water it over like half a year. The dirt dried up and the roots shriveled up and it fell out of the pot onto the floor. My cactus committed suicide.”

You were surprised that you didn’t hear laughter, then you heard a snort. You looked over at the mechanic you had a hand over his mouth, eyes closed as he started laughing out loud. He started trying to take gasps of air, trying to stop laughing but inevitably breaking into more giggles. “Sorry, sorry,” He gasped waving his hand in the air. Watching this man, you felt affection blooming in your chest. The way the lines around his eyes crinkled up and how wide his smile grew was so handsome.

You discovered you like the way his eyes snapped and sparkled with laughter-induced tears, as he wiped them away. You needed to do that again, you wanted to see him laugh that hard again. You liked his laugh too, it was bright, full and so unapologetically loud. “Sorry, lass,” his voice pulled you out of your thoughts. “I just got this image. And, woo, It just got me.” Oh, no. He was blushing, was he really embarrassed over that?

“No, no! That’s okay! It’s actually pretty funny. But yeah, I don’t trust myself with plants. So,” you bit your lip, “You also promised me some orchards, Scotty.”

He started to grin widely, “That I did, follow me you’ll love it.”

As you reached the outside of the orchard you gasped as you could see the trees littered with almost ripened apples. “Oh, wow! You didn’t tell me it was an apple orchard! I love apples.”

“It was a surprise. Our town’s export is apples, well, mostly apples. We have a little festival every year before the annual picking. It’s actually in like a week and a half, hopefully, you’ll still be around. The O'Reilly’s hold a dance in their barn. It’s really nice, they hang lights up and it’s just nice,” Scotty trailed, placing his hands into his pockets.

“Well, by your projected schedule, yeah. I’d love to go, as long as there are apples involved,” you laughed, looking around.

“Does fresh-pressed apple juice sound good?”

“Very,” you sighed.

You walked around in relative silence, it was nice. You forgot your stresses, your worries that your recent predicament caused. And just let yourself be.

You don’t really know how long passed but you heard a clearing of a throat and looked over. “Are ye hungry? We could go down to the diner an’,” you didn’t let him finish.

“I have food in my car I can eat, I really should save my money for the trip out of here.” It hurt to say it, but it was what needed to be done.

“I didne ask that, lass. I asked if ye were hungry,” Scotty put his hands on his hip, puffing his chest in playful defiance.

“Scotty, I can’t ask you to do that,” you tired.

“Good thing I’m not askin ye then.”

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whatif-animagineblog · 7 years

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Pairing: Scotty/Reader (But it’s a slow burn so hold your horses)

Warning: potentially incorrect car talk.

A/N: This is part one of a series. It’s a modern Scotty AU. I thought of it when I noticed this old, I think abandoned building that used to be a place for a handy man. And it was called “Scotty’s” AND then the other day when I was out looking for a car I passed a small garage ALSO called “Scotty’s”. So I thought this was fate and finally, am sitting to write it. Enjoy.

Word Count: 981

PART 2 Part 3

You groaned as your car started billowing white smoke. “Mother of God,” you pulled over and stepped out of the car. You were out in the middle of nowhere, with no signal what so ever. “Motherfuck!” You looked around seeing a sign for a town about 3 miles out. Somewhere called, Oakhollow.

You hiked along the side of the old asphalt road, hoping a car would pass, but it never happened. You came to the small town a sign near the road. Welcome to Oakhollow: Pop. 1600 “Oh, Christ.” As you walked through, what you assumed was their main street you spotted a small diner. You walked in was met with a few very kind faces.

“Hello dear,” an older woman beamed at you. “you look a little rough. Are you alright?”

“No,” you sighed leaning on the counter. “My car broke down a few miles back. I was hoping I could find a mechanic. Or just some help.”

The woman filled you a glass of water, “Well, we have a mechanic, luckily for you, Scotty just purchased himself a tow-truck. He’s just down the road on the opposite side. You can’t miss it, his sign says Scotty’s.”

You nodded, taking a long drink from your glass. “Thank you,” you reached in to hand over some money.

“Honey. The water is free. Especially for someone who walked such a distance out where she had no idea where she is.”

“Thank you again.” you walked out the door. Heading down the street, finally coming up to an older building. With a large garage attached, the door open. You walked in slowly, noticing the pair of feet sticking from under a car. “Excuse me?” There was a thunk and a swear.

“Ach, damn it.” He slid out to meet your eyes. He paused a minute, he hadn’t seen you before. “Hello. Can I help ya, lass?” You bit your lip, all of a sudden losing the words you had prepared. You watched him stands slowly wiping his hands on a rag. “Are you lost?”

You felt heat rising to your cheeks as you realized you had been standing there like a dolt. “I’m y/n. My car broke down outside of your town a few miles back. I-I need a mechanic.”

“Oh! Well, we’ll have to bring ‘er in won’t we?” He reached out his hand but then saw how dirty it was and thought better of it. “I’m Montgomery Scott. But most call me Scotty,” he started headed to the tow truck, motioning for you to follow.

“He,” you corrected somewhat meekly.

You expected him to look at you like you had six heads. All your friends back home did when you informed them your car was named Atticus. But this man just smiled, “well let’s bring him in then.”

You sat quietly next to him in the truck until he got done hooking up your car to the truck. “Do you know what happened?”

“Well, I mean my gears have been grinding some. But I just ignored it, it’s a really old car.” He hung his head sighing. “That was bad...huh?”

Nodding, but still smiling, “you should go to the mechanic as soon as you notice anything off with your vehicle. Wha happened when your car broke down?”

“There was this like white smoke, I don’t know but it got really serious, really fast. I panicked and pulled off.”

“Smart move, I think I know the problem, but I need to take a look back at the shop. As he hopped back in he grinned at you. “So, you moving?”

You nodded, yeah, Chicago. Just a change of pace, well kinda. I don’t really know it’s more like I’m just trying to find myself.” YOu twiddled your thumbs a bit. Looking at your hands, as you thought about why you were moving.

“Ah, well I’m sorry you got stuck here.” He pulled into his lot. Hopping out of the car he unhooked it and set to popped the hood. You waited patiently as he went looking around poking his head in and out of your engine.

He hissed, shaking his head. “Oh, lass. I think I have an idea what’s going on, but it’s not good. I’m going to have to do a lot of work. Order some parts.”

You stared at him panicked, “excuse me?”

“Well, that grinding, was your transmission. And after some tests, I’m pretty sure you have a blown head gasket. I'mm gonna need to order some parts, and it's gonna take awhile. You’re stuck here until I can get you sorted.”

You dropped your head sighing heavily into your hands. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! ” You felt tears stinging in your eyes. This was just great, not only were you sure this was going to cost you a fortune, you were trapped out in the middle of nowhere.

“It’s alright. Marabell has a bed and breakfast. She’s always burning for some company. It’s really a lovely place.” He placed his hands on his hips looking at you.

“I-I can’t pay you until I get to Chicago. I broke my bank card. I only have enough money for gas and some food to get to where I’m going.”

“We’ll work something out. You can send me a check or something’ when you get where you’re goin.” Scotty shuffled around a bit, looking at his shoes a moment, then raising his head to make sure you saw the honesty in his eyes.

“A-Are you serious,” you mouth went lax as you searched for words of gratitude.

“We don’t have many options. So of course.” He started reaching for some of your bags, “Let’s get you over to Marabell’s” You didn’t know what really came over you but you hugged him.

“Thank you. Jesus. Thank you, Mr. Scott.” He gently patted you on your back smiling.

“Please. Call me Scotty.”

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Prompt: Congrats on 900! So amazing and so well deserved! Can I please have solid Scotty fluff with number 19? I am in dire need of pure scotty fluff. Tanks. ❤❤❤ From the lovely @kaitymccoy123

Pairing: Scotty/Reader

Warnings: Nope

A/N: I made it very fluffy. It’s a shy bashful Scotty which is like my favorite Scotty. So here you go!

Word Count: 600

Jim smiled as he saw Scotty tugging nervously at the cuff of a white button up shirt and a blazer. “Don’t you look dapper, Scotty?”

Scotty’s head sprung up as he looked Jim in the eyes instead of the port. “Huh? Oh, yes. Thank ya. I-I um, I have a date with Y/N this evenin’ She’s a nurse. A bloody good one.” He sucked in his bottom lip as he still adjusted his shirt. “We decided the best place for a first date was during shore leave. So...here we are.”

“‘Bout time. You two have been beating around the bush for like a year.” Jim crossed his arms, grinning. “I’m happy for you.You two seem like you could be a good match.” Scotty nodded numbly, staring towards the gate, waiting for you to exit the ship. “Scotty, relax! She clearly likes you! Just be you, alright? And this is Jim talking, not your Captain. She’d be lucky to have you.”

The pair looked at each for a minute before Scotty smiled, “Thank you, Jim. T-tha’ means a lot.” Suddenly his attention was pulled to you in a nice sun dress, messing with your hair before your eyes met his. “Oh, wow.”

Jim slapped Scotty on his back before walking off. “Don’t have too much fun.”

Dinner was quiet, you two chatted politely sharing an interest and personal history. It was a lovely distraction from your normally loud life. He was soft and charming and couldn’t stop smiling. That bright smile that forced your lips to turn up at the edges. As you eased into conversation Scotty enthused about his work in engineering just bursting with pride and passion. When he had realized he had been talking for more than ten minutes straight he blushed apologizing.

“It’s alright,” you assured. “I like hearing you talk. It’s nice.”

“Tell me about Medbay.”

“It’s nothing. I love it, caring for people and all. But your engineers need to learn not to get hurt. I see like a day or two where someone from engineering doesn’t waltz in. Not to mention how often I see you.”

Scotty blushed again, looking down at his hands. “Well, I might have...hurt myself a few times to see you.”

You sat back with your arms cross, “That is both the sweetest and stupidest thing I think I’ve ever heard. Stop doing that. Okay?”

“No problem, Lass. I know it was silly but I just need a reason to see you.” You smiled at him as he messed with his napkin.

“You don’t need a reason,” you cooed softly.

After the bill had been paid you walked side by side quietly enjoying the simulated sunset. You let your hands dangle at your sides. You had been in this situation before on a first date and it was awkward, but this wasn’t. It was nice, comfortable silence. You went on like that for a bit, just enjoying the company you were in.

Suddenly you felt fingers brush against yours. You accidentally jumped, turning to look at Scotty who was blushing fiercely. “I-I’m sorry. I-I um, Can I hold your hand,” the question was soft and barely heard, but he made eye contact. Deep, emotional, wonderful eye contact that seemed to speak to you more than his words. You smiled warmly as you gently wove your fingers into his, not saying a word. With you both sharing a smile you took the remaining of your walk hand in hand.

No, you didn’t know a lot about love, but you did know that this was going to be something beautiful.

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Story Summary: On your way to Chicago to search out new opportunities. Your car breaks down outside of a small town nestled near the mountains. Trapped for more than a week, you almost seamlessly fall into place. Which makes it even harder when you have to leave.

Pairing: Scotty/Reader (But it’s a slow burn so hold your horses), also some slight McKirk in the background because why not?

Warning: none in this one

A/N: I bring in more of the crew. Kirk is like a busybody, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Also THANK YOU! I have been getting overwhelming support for this story and I’m so excited to share this with you!!

EDIT NOTE: I MEANT ORCHARDS ORIGINALY SO I CHANGED THE SENTENCE TO INCLUDE BOTH ORCHARDS AND ORCHIDS. Just wanted to let you know.

Word Count: 1071

Part 1 Part 3

Marabell was a sweet old lady who welcomed you full heartedly and accepted you into her bed and breakfast, understanding your situation. “Well, just like Scotty said we’ll settle this when you are in a better spot dear.”

“Thank you. I honestly can’t believe you are all being so nice.” you went to pick up your bag but Marabell stopped you.

“Oh, let Pavel take care of that, that’s what he’s paid for. Pavel,” she called out, and a young man with a mess of curls appeared. “Help Y/n with her bags up to room four.”

“Aye,” he stuck out his hand to you. “Pleasure to meet you.” He grinned at you, picking up your bags with ease.

“You too,” you nodded.

“So you in town long,” he asked nicely looking back at you as he climbed the steps.

“As long as it takes for Mr. Scott to fix my car. Then I’m headed to my apartment in Chicago. But I’m sure I’ll have a good time while I’m here.” You smiled at the small room, it felt warm.

“I’m sure you will, shame about the car. But I have full confidence in Scotty, he’s amazing at what he does.” Pavel gushed, turning to you finally. “Enjoy your stay.”

“Thank you,” you waved as he left. You sat on the bed, head in your hands, this was about to be a long few weeks.

The next morning you headed down the diner. You had made an agreement with the locals about paying them back when you got to your new home, and they were more than accommodating. As you walked into the door you didn’t see the same woman from yesterday, instead was a younger blond man. When you sat on the stool he strolled up to you, “Can I get you some coffee?”

“Yes, thank you,” you responded. He placed a nice white mug down on the counter, filling it up with a practiced hand.

“So, you’re the drifter huh,” he asked casually, leaning towards you.

You nearly choked on your drink, “I-I well, I wouldn’t say drifter. I was trying to pass through when my car broke down.”

“Yeah, and now you are stuck here. You were and are drifting through. You’re a drifter,” the young man laughed and you searched for words.

“Jim, leave her alone,” a voice barked. You turned your head towards the source and spotted a dark haired man a stool away from you. “Don’t let him get to you, sweetie. He just has a complete lack of tact.” He smiled at you, his hazel eyes snapping. “Leonard McCoy, I’m the doctor here. That’s Jim Kirk, he’s….well he’s him.”

“Excuse you, I’m the devilishly handsome, blue eyed waiter. A waiter that swept you off your feet if you remember right.”

The dark haired one sighed, smiling as he looked into your coffee cup. “Idoit. Don’t go spreading our business to strangers.” There was a flush to his cheeks. “So, kiddo, you got a name or should we stick to drifter?”

Kirk scoffed in a playful manner, “And I have no tact.”

“Y/N,” you offered playing with your mug. “But I mean drifter isn’t the worst nickname I’ve had.” The men laughed, brandishing their wide grins. “It was nice to meet you, but I think I might check in on Mr. Scott. I’m worried about Atticus.” You stood up about to leave.

“Atticus,” Jim asked, “you named your car?”

“Yes, I know it’s silly. Just drop it,” you groaned. You stunned yourself on how you just talked to the stranger. You didn’t want to cause a stir but after years of teasing your reaction was second nature.

“Wait,” Jim called. “Before you go,” Jim disappeared a minute, then reappeared with a disposable cup. “Take this tea to Scotty. And call him Scotty, he hates ‘Mr. Scott.”

You took the cup from him and smiled, saluting him, “You got it, Captain.”

As you left Jim started to laugh, “Captain. I like that.”

“Jim,” Len warned.

“Maybe you should start calling me that,” the blond teased half heartedly.

“Jim Kirk,” he said again, eyeing his partner with a leveling glare.

“I’m joking, I’m joking geez, take it easy.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it, James Kirk,” Leonard leaned in trying desperately to catch Jim’s gaze. “Jim you can’t go meddling.”

“I have no idea what you are talking about, babe,” Jim tried to act innocent but his eyes gave away his plan.

“Scotty comes to get his tea after 10-ish. And now you are sending our little visitor with tea in hand,” Leonard pointed towards the door with emphasis. “I know what you are doing. Cut it out.”

“She named her car, Bones. She’s like made for him,” Jim defended.

“You don’t know jack shit about her, Jim! Plus she’s from out of town. As soon as that car is fixed, she’s gone.”

“I know she doesn’t have a ring,” Jim said confidently walking away signaling the end of the conversation.

“God damn it, Jim.”

As you walked into the small garaged you headed to the office where you spotted the mechanic. He was on the phone, pen held in the opposite hand tapping it lightly. You don’t know what it was, but you found it endearing. You watched as he dropped the pen covering his eyes with his hand in apparent annoyance. “You’re sure ya can’t get them in sooner? Laddie, she’s stranded here, I really need these parts.” He sighed heavily, “yes. Yes...Okay. Thank ye, Rodger. Uh, huh. Bye.” He looked up and his face broke into a warm smile. “Hi ya, lass.”

“Hi,” you smiled as he stood and rounded his desk. “I’m guessing that call was about Atticus?”

“Ah, he’s an Atticus, huh?” He shrugged and folded his arms, glancing down at his feet, then lifting his head to look you in the eyes. “Aye, it was. My guy can’t get the parts in for at least a week. Then I have to take a day trip to get them here. And I think the work will take maybe a week or more if I don’t stop.”

“So about two weeks then? Alright, sounds good. Thank you, Mr. Scott.” You grinned at him and he returned it with an equally bright grin.

“Lassie, if you keep calling me Mr. Scott I’m gonna need to charge ye more for my services,” his eye sparkled with mischief.

“Sorry sorry, Scotty. You like Scotty, right?” You fiddled with the lid of the cup, suddenly, for some reason feeling hot in his face. You looked down at the lid, finally remembering that it was for him. “Oh, here! Jim said this was for you.” You held it out to him without breaking eye contact. His hand brushed against yours, it sounded sound so cliche in your head but, it felt like a jolt of electricity. It felt like a short zap, followed by an extreme warmth that was gone far too soon.

“Well, that’s very kind of ya to bring this to me, lassie. Thank ya,” he said removing the cup from your grasp. After a few minutes of silence, he cleared his throat, looking away, biting his lip. “I-I was thinking. That we, well I, could show you around town. I know it’s small and all, but we have these orchids, and these orchards,” he looked at you trailing off.

“I’d like that,” you smiled warmly.

You stood there in silence for a minute, and then it seemed to sink in for both of you how close you were standing and how you were staring at one another.

“Tomorrow then,” he said louder than necessary, stepping away back to his chair. “Thank you for the tea.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you agreed backing up towards the door. “Tomorrow.”

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Summary: So this is for the magnificent @kaitymccoy123 Spring has Sprung Challenge. Kaity so kindly bestowed upon me the prompt of “If I ever see you anywhere near her, you’ll have to deal with me.” The character of Scotty and the color Red.

Pairing: Hate to burst your little bubbles but this is just implied Scotty/reader

Warnings: Domestic violence/abuse, some serious pinning

A/n: I just want to thank Kaity for this. I’m so proud of this. It has taken me a lot of work and rewriting. It was such a pleasure to write. Also, I’ll leave an explanation at the end of the story after the tags if you want to read it. Just some extra author notes. Okay, I’ll shut up now. Enjoy the story.

Word Count: 5110 (Holy shit. Guys this is a long one)

Red: the color of blood and fire, is associated with meanings of love, passion, desire, heat, longing, lust, sexuality, sensitivity, romance, joy, strength, leadership, courage, vigor, willpower, rage, anger, danger, malice, wrath, stress, action, vibrancy, radiance, and determination.

Crushes where terrible things, especially for such a guarded man like Montgomery Scott. It took him ages to even talk to you once realization hit. Watching you float around engineering, being in awe of your brilliant smile and brain. He would often assign the more difficult, two-person jobs to you and him. Having all and any excuses just to talk to you, to bump elbows with you. You were so passionate and in love with the ship that he thought you rivaled him in that department.

So it came to no surprise that you were a hopeless romantic. Not in the slightest. And, when a tall, dark, handsome ensign waltzed into your corner of engineering, reciting sweet nothings and handing out romantic gestures, you got swept away. And much to his chagrin, it wasn’t Scotty making you laugh like that. And wasn’t making you blush that bright crimson when you were handed equally red roses and a promise to dinner.

When Scotty first saw that command officer chatting you up he fought the ideas of jealousy. You could be friends, right? His heart sank every time he saw you lean in and kiss him goodbye before heading to your locker to grab your equipment. He was too slow. Half hanging out his office door, he sighed, patting the frame of the door before plopping down in the chair. He ran his hands over his face, thinking. Pushing the thoughts of him wishing that you’d break up with him soon. That it would go down in flames.

He got his wish. Just not the way he intended. The first two months with blake were absolute bliss. Late nights talking, dinners, quiet nights on the observation deck. Then you were being gaslit. Always being wrong, the one causing the troubles in your relationship. You were gone too late for that party. You were flirting with other men. You were wrong.Then there was the day he grabbed your wrist, tight causing your skin to discolor. You kept quiet, you didn’t know what to do. What to say. He threatened you, Scotty, your friends. So you kept quiet.

You hummed as you worked, you had taken out the damaged wire and where blindly reaching for the replacement just out of reach. Suddenly a warm hand grabbed yours, pressing the wire into it and a husky voice singing the words. “I’ll gently rise and softly call: goodnight and joy be to you all.” You laughed as you peaked at Scotty squatting near your knees. “Still singin’ that ol’ thing? I taught it to ye ages ago.”

“I like it. Helps me think,” you hummed attaching the wire into the panel. “I also sing it when I’m sad, something about it just,” you trailed off, starting to close the panel. “Makes me feel good. Safe even”

“Alright,” Scotty chuckled shifting as you slid out. “Now Lass, how many times have I told you? I don’t like you wearing your regulation dress down ‘er. It’s dangerous.”

You sat up, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face. “And I’ve told you I’m fine. I trust the Enterprise,” you spoke fondly, rubbing a hand on the deck plating. “She wouldn’t bite me.”

Scotty let out a bellowing laugh as he took your hand, “Explain this then,” he held up your hand that had a large cut that was healing. You had a follow-up appointment with a dermal regenerator that day to fix the cut you had gotten repairing a bulkhead.

“I upset her. She had a right to fight back,” you justified, laughing, letting your hand rest in his. Scotty looked back down at yours, inspecting the skin. His brows knitted together as he pushed up your sleeve with his other hand. You tried to pull away but his hand tightened around your wrist. Your blood rain cold, Scotty would never dream of hurting you. So why were you so afraid? Shouldn't you be happy someone was going to notice? No. Because you were absolutely embarrassed by the thought of being caught in an abusive relationship.

“Where did that come from,” he inquired, his voice soft. You felt your cheeks heating up, as his soft fingers brushed over the bruise on your forearm. So gentle compared to Blake’s, his fingers felt barely there while you remembered the iron grip your boyfriend had on you that morning. You flinched and pulled away successfully pulling your arm away this time. “Y/n?”

“I was practicing hand-to-hand combat, it just was an accident. No big deal. Promise.” Scotty eyed you a moment, he noticed how you were cowering away from him. It was so strange, you two had been hanging off one another since day one. Even with heavy confusion laying on his mind, he didn’t press.

The next thing that he noticed was the day after a night of an engineering party. You were in the middle of climbing a ladder when your name was called. You turned looked down to see Scotty. Your smile strained a bit. You knew what this was about. “We missed you last night at the party. Where were you?” You stiffened as you searched for an answer. Scotty made a note that you didn’t sit down on the rung like you would normally.

“Well, Blake was off last night. We thought it would be good to have a quiet night in together. You know?” You searched his face trying to read his expression. A small wave of guilt washed over you as you could see hurt in the dark eyes.

“Aye,” Scott sighed. “It’s just. Ya’ve been spending an awful lot of time with him as of late.”

You paled a bit while Scotty hoped that did not come off as jealous as he thought it sounded. “Well, we’re a couple so.”

“Right, right. Young love. My apologies,” Scotty held up his hands in defense, dipping his head in submission. “It’s just you’re one of the three that actually remembers the drinking songs.”

“Next time, I promise,” You felt your stomach churn at the possible lie. The truth was Blake was isolating you more and more. Keeping you away from friends, and other crewmates. The only time you were truly alone was during your shift and when you were sleeping.

“Right, next time.” Scotty bit back a scathing retort about how you said that the last time, yet he still looked for a reason to continue the conversation. You started your climb again when, “One more thing, Lass.” You stopped, this time not looking down at him. “I’m surprised to see you in pants. After all ya’ve been fight’n me for the last two years about wearing that dress.” You flinched, was he on to you? Did he know that Blake was hurting you? Did he know about the bruises that littered your thighs and hips from last night?

“What can I say? I’m starting to listen to you. Thought you be happy,” you said, a dry tone lacing in your words. Scotty fluttered, his mouth slightly slacked, “Take it easy, Scotty. I forgot to do laundry. This is all I had.” Without letting him comment further you continued up the ladder, leaving a bewildered Scotty in your wake. He stood there a long moment trying to figure out what was going on with you. You were changing. Right before his eyes. As he was about to leave for his office your voice carried through the whirring sound of the machinery. “So fill to me the parting glass. And drink a health whate’er befalls.” It was soft and wavering, but it was there. Something was definitely wrong with you, and Scotty had to figure out what.

Ever since that encounter, your runs with him became less and less. You feared what Blake would do if he even thought for one second that you might like Scotty. Probably accuse you of being a cheating whore. Tell you what an awful person you were. That you make him hurt you because you hurt him. You were scared of him.

Even though your encounters were less, which Scotty noticed, he still noticed how you flinched if someone moved too fast. Or apologized so much more than normal for simple mistakes. A stray bruise on your arms, sometimes your neck. One week you came in with a black eye and claimed it was from hand-to-hand practice. You were lying to him, and he had no idea why.

Scotty sat at his desk staring at an equation, making no progress. His mind was too preoccupied with thoughts of you. He smiled as he remembered one of the first parties you attended, your cheeks were rosy from intoxication. You laughed and talked about your position on a small patrol ship. Sharing your tales of zero-gravity fixes and hot wiring jobs. God, you were so beautiful in civilian clothing, your hair loose around you.

He remembered how you leaned in as he talked, listening so intently to his stories. Even about the time he got caught in a Starfleet shipyard at the tender age of nine. He remembered the way his heart fluttered when you place your hand over his arm laughing. How in that moment his only regret was not kissing you.

Scotty laughed to himself sadly, his eyes glazed over in the memory of how badly you wanted to learn The Parting Glass that night when he began to sing it. Throwing an arm around him, begging him to teach it to you. He tapped his pen in a relative pattern to the song as he thought of how you pushed it into a more upbeat tempo that night. Just drunk enough to hop on the table belting the next line after Scotty had finished. “And all the sweethearts that e’er I’ve had wish me one more day to stay! So since It fell onto my lot, that I should rise and you should not. I’ll gently rise and softly call, goodnight and joy be to you all.” You reached down with open hands inciting Scotty to join you, and on any other occasion he wouldn’t have, but it was you. He sang with you, enticing you to dance. Taking your hands in his, going around in the small circle, spinning you. Laughing, singing, joking. Bliss.

Ever since that night, you’d been closer than close. Scotty’s second hand, third if Keenser was in the room. What had happened to you? It had only been recently that your attitude had changed. Maybe a handful of months. It felt like it started not too long after.

Blake.

The pen dropped from his hand and he stared straight ahead. The crushing weight of his realization making it hard to breathe. It all made sense. It all made agonizing sense. The isolation, you no longer wanting to be around the other officers. Around him. The strange bruises, your sudden lack of confidence, your flinching and apologizing. All the signs were there. Him always picking you up and dropping you off. The small spats he caught in the halls. The singing. “Oh God,” Scotty breathed, hand gripping his desk for support even though he was sitting.

He was ready to vomit as your words rang in his ears, “I also sing it when I’m sad, something about it just, Makes me feel good. Safe even.” Safe even. Safe. You were trying to tell him. You were calling for help every time you sang near him and he was too dense to notice.

“That bastard,” Scotty swore jumping from his chair causing it to tumble over. Rage boiled his blood, passion tore at his heart, and guilt prodded his brain. How could he not have noticed sooner? Suddenly he was out the door, walking, or running, he wasn’t sure anymore, trying to find this man.

“Hoyte,” Scott barked as he caught sight of the ensign.

Turning, Blake put on his best smile. “Mr. Scott what can I do for you?”

“You sonofabitch,” Scotty roared, his balled up fist cutting through the air and crashing across the other man’s face. Blake stumbled backward, falling onto his ass. Shocked to see Scotty still advancing towards him. “You despicable, wretched, shameful excuse for a human being,” he shouted, now beet red face contorted in an unholy rage. “How dare you do that to somebody! Especially someone you are supposed to love and care for!”

Blake scrambled to his feet attempting to get away backing up hands up in defense. “Mr. Scott! What is this about?! Why’d you hit me?”

“Don’t you go playing dumb! I know what ye’ve done to her! How could you dream of hurting that lass,” a new wave of hot passion rushed over him. “She’s wonderful. Kind, smart, no she’s wise too. She’s quick-witted, she understands the Enterprise almost as well as me. She’s brave. She’s selfless! And you have the gull you, you spineless, pathetic piece of shite, to harm her? To make her feel less than?”

Suddenly that fear in the younger man’s eyes disappeared, well it was less visible. A smirk formed on his lip, stopping, standing still, almost fronting on the Scotsman. “I get it now. You’re Jealous, aren’t you?” He laughed bitterly pointing his finger at Scotty. “You love her don’t you and you are just jealous she’s with me!” Pushing his courage he stepped up, face inches from the other. “So now you are making up stories to feel justified in your hate of me. How pathetic,” he sneered, showing his teeth. “She will never love you,” Blake punctuated by shoving Scott back, a grin plastered on his face.

Scotty growled grabbing fistfuls of the gold tunic and slamming the ensign into the bulkhead. “I may love her, but that’s not why I want to beat the stuffing out of you. Oh no, I want to kick yer arse because you assaulted, and abused another officer. Worst one of my engineers. I don’t care if she decides to love me or not. I just want her happy, and she’s not with you. So you listen to me shitpot,” he sneered. “If I ever and I mean ever see you anywhere near her, you’ll have to deal with me! Understand,” the last word came out as a roar, spit spraying in the abuser's face. Tossing the young man to the ground Scotty began to stalk off to the bridge, “I’m going ta make sure you never serve or hurt anyone ever again.”

Montgomery Scott didn’t stop till his foot hit the bridge, “Cap'n a word!”

James whirled around in his chair looking shocked, “Scotty what’s going on? What’s wrong? And, why is your face so red?”

“Ensign Blake Hoyte needs to be court martialed! He is mentally, and physically abusing Lieutenant Y/F/N Y/L/N.,” Jim opened his mouth to speak. “Yes. I know it is a heavy charge. Yes, I know what I am doing. Yes, I am sure. I know what I’ve seen. And I know what I know. And yes I will testify. Sir.”

“We’re are arriving at a base in two days. We’ll handle it then. Until then,” he stated turning to face Bones who was still standing there shocked. “I want our lieutenant placed on medical leave. If necessary medical hold in Sickbay where she can be safe.”

“Yer off yer head, Jim! Why should she be locked away? He’s the criminal here!” Scotty was back to fuming. His chest heaving, face returning to that wonderful shade of pink.

Jim paused, nodded, and slowly turned, “You’re right. But I still want her sent to medical. Bones,”

“On my way,” he comments simply before leaving, leaving Scotty completely disarmed.

“Security, please send a team to find Mr. Blake Hoyte, have him sent to the brig until further notice.” Jim sat forward, making sure to lock eyes with the other. “Now. Mr. Scott, have anything else to say?”

Scotty shuffled from one foot to the other, “Well sir. You see,” he floundered over his words. “I might have gotten into a wee skirmish with Hoyte.”

“And how ‘wee’ was this? Like what happened with the Klingons at that outpost near Sherman’s Planet ‘wee?”

Scotty blushed, crossing his arms. “Well. Nae exactly. I only punched him once. I know I shouldn't’ve, and I know he’ll try to counter court martial me but sir it was a matter of pride and protection! I will gladly admit it!”

“Alright then, it’s handled, Scotty. Thank you.”

You didn’t really know what happened, you didn’t hear any of the rumors going around about Scotty. You were shaking sitting on the biobed and flinched when Bones came in. He gave you a look. Not pity, nowhere near pity. Sorrow, anger maybe...Compassion. “I need you to disrobe. I know already. The Captain is filing for a formal court martial against Blake when we reach the supply station.” You gaped at him, confused. Suddenly the terror was ending, your world was once again being flipped upside down. “Someone came forward. I’m not here to pass judgment. Wouldn’t dream of it. It’s alright.” You sniffled as you slowly undressed. He slowly scanned you asking you questions about the injuries that he found. His soft hands caressing the bruises. A stark contrast from the way you were used to being touched now.

“Who was it,” you asked finally speaking up. “Who came forward?”

“Scotty,” Bones spoke shortly. You nodded, your lips forming a soft, oh. “He was pretty livid. All red faced, should’ve seen him, madder than a bull.” You sat in silence as he took pictures of the bruising, “for evidence, sweetheart.” You thought about Scotty, and how he was angry at Blake, not you. Or you hoped not. You felt a small smile accompany the burning tears in your eyes, of course, it was Scotty.

When the court date came, you refused to be in the room when Blake was questioned. Not daring to be there and listen to his lies. So you quietly sat out in the hall next to your Captain. Who rested his hand on your back rubbing small comforting circles, “We’ll get him, don’t worry. We’ll get him. I’ll go to Pike if I have too.” You thanked him with a small smile and went back to staring off before you were called in for questioning.

You sat frozen on the bench, hand on the biometric reader. You watched the defense attorney walked in front of you. “Miss. Y/L/N, you were in a relationship with my client correct?”

“Yes, I was,” you answered, trying your best to make your voice sound strong.

“And you claim that he has abused you, correct?”

“He did,” you bit.

“So if my client was hurting you, how come you never came forward? Surely you had chances to tell Captain Kirk, Mr. Scott, or Dr. McCoy that Mr. Hoyte was hurting you.” You squirmed, feeling the heat in your cheeks, stinging in your eyes as tears started to build up. You opened your mouth slightly thinking on how you wanted to respond. “Yes, I had plenty of opportunities. But,” you began, voice starting to quake.

“But what, Miss, Y/L/N? Could there be a chance that you lied? That maybe Blake got a little too rough one evening and you decided that was wrong? Or perhaps this was the plan all along. What was it? Did you have it out for Blake? Wanted him to disappear?”

“Objection,” your lawyer called. “Badgering and leading the witness!”

The council looked to one another before nodding, “Sustained,” the Admiral confirmed.

“Fine,” the defense clapping her hands together before continuing. “Well, then tell me why you didn’t come forward.”

You looked into your lap before answering, “I was embarrassed by it. I was so ashamed that I let him, a man, anyone touch me like that. I’m a Starfleet Officer for Christ sake,” you took heaving breaths as tears fell down your cheeks. “I-I shouldn’t let this happen to me! But I did. Because I was scared. I was scared of him hurting me more. Hurting my superior Mr. Scott. Hurting my friends! I was scared.” You shuttered there on the stand, letting the tears come as they did.

The defense took a few steps back looking towards the council, “Defense rests your honors.”

As she took her seat, the council looked expectantly at your lawyer who kindly refused the right to ask questions. You felt a presence beside you, You looked up and saw Jim Kirk, holding out his hand to you. You took it as he gently lead you back to your seat beside him. He whispered reassuring words to you as Leonard got up steely gazed and strode forward, fist clenched.

Doctor McCoy sat up there with readings and scans of your body, looking almost neutral. Your lawyer stood next to McCoy a small smile on his lips. “Doctor McCoy, you examined Miss. Y/L/N, correct?”

“I did,” He answered softly, looking towards the lawyer.

“Can you walk us through your findings,” you lawyer asked gesturing to the screen.

McCoy nodded as he was handed a clicker and laser pointer in one. “The last time I saw her, before this examination, was about 5 months back, for a cut on her hand. I tend not to worry when I don’t see people. It means, usually, they are safe. I had just done her annual physical the visit prior.” He paused clicking to a slide that showed various scans of your body. “When I looked her over she had multiple bruises. On her arms, legs, namely hips and thighs. As I scanned further I found unhealed and healed fractures in her wrist. And the healed fractures show proof of natural healing without the use of regeneration.”

“Do you have a theory on how she could obtain these injuries?”

McCoy nodded, “Well some form of blunt trauma. If Y/N was in security, I could maybe play it as embarrassed training injuries. They almost never come in for those. But she’s an engineer, a careful one at that. I’ve only seen her three times in the past two years all three times cuts on her hands. This, this is nowhere near what I’m used to seeing, for her or engineers.”

You lawyer nodded as he paced a bit, “So would it be safe to assume, or hell, even conclude this is the results of someone hitting, grabbing, or twisting my client?” Leonard had gone all cotton-mouthed by now with the thought and nodded. “Can you vocalize for the court?”

“Yes, it is well within the range of possibility.” As your counselor stepped down the other, the one that was still trying to make you at fault. She asked question after question, Leonard shooting down the “preposterous,” ideas. Ensuring that nothing would stick.

Finally, you watched Scotty stand hands smoothing down the front of his kilt. He walked forward with purpose, a fire in his eyes. He sat down, eyes locking with the defense attorney. “Mr. Scott, you hit my client did you not?”

“Aye,” he replied calmly as he watched her walk in front of him.

“And do you have feelings for Miss. Y/L/N?”

Scotty shifted in his seat, licking his lips. He was not ready for this. He was not ready for the warm embarrassment of his passion for being exposed. “Aye, she is one of my engineers and friends.”

The lawyer smirked as she stopped in front of the man. Locking eyes with him again. “Are your feelings romantic?” The man hesitated, opening his mouth a few times looking like a fish. You knitted your brows together in a cocktail of surprise and confusion. Why would this be hard, he didn’t have feelings for you...did he? “Answer the question, Mr. Scott.”

Scotty turned his head and looked back behind at you. You gasped you could make out tears. His face was so filled with fear. “A-aye,” your eyes blew wide as you made eye contact. He turned around and face the woman. “Aye,” he spoke again, louder this time, his grip tightening on the chair. “I-I,” he stuttered, tears starting to build up. Voice cracking with, “I love her.”

“So, maybe your attack on my client was jealousy fueled,” the woman gestured about her turning to the panel of Commodores and Admiral.

“No,” Scotty barked. “I might love her. Oh, I love her. Trust me on that! I just want her happy and safe. Just listen to me for a damn second. If you saw her a few months after they started datin’, you’d know she changed. No longer talkative, or bold. She flinched and cowered away.” His voice caught as he tried to catch his breath. Tears started to roll down his hot cheeks. “Christ,” he sobbed raising a hand to his eyes. “It was like looking at a ghost. She became so fragile. And I-I I feel guilty that I didn’t notice sooner. She’s one of the best down there. If I had just picked up on it sooner.” He took a minute as he cried in his hand, taking short gasping breaths.

“You honors, the defense,” the lawyer started.

Scott’s head snapped up, fire in his eyes, tears still falling. “Wait just a second. I want to make one thing abundantly clear. I would defend anyone against this kind of injustice. If it had been anyone one else. And I mean anyone was being abused by anyone. You can bet your last dollar I’d be goin’ after ‘em. She’s not special in that regard.”

The lawyer shifted her poker face starting to crumble. She turned to the council, “the defense rest. You sat back in your chair, resisting the urge to wrap your arms around him. Slowly he stood, heading back to his seat, resting his head in his hands.

You sat as the council deliberated. Deciding your abuser's fate. You stood as the councilors entered, wringing your hands. “We the council find Blake Hoyte guilty in all counts of domestic violence and abuse. He will be dishonorably discharged and sent to a penal colony for 10 years. And all counterclaims against Montgomery Scott have been dismissed.” The gavel came down and that’s when the air left your lungs. Tears pricked up in your eyes, a hand over your mouth. You bent forward, letting a small sob of relief leave your lips. You felt a strong hand on your back. You looked up to see Kirk smiling at you giving you a small nod.

“I want you to take an extra week off. Alright?” You nodded as he left, you stood up straight looking over as Scotty who was still there. You walked over, shyly looking up at him, still overwhelmed by what you heard. You felt more tears fall down your pink cheeks as you could see tears still brimming in his eyes.

“That arse deserves more time if ye ask me,” he huffed. You smiled and threw a hand around his shoulders. He let out a gentle, “oof,” as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “You’re alright now?” You nodded into his chest, pressing your nose into his dress jacket.

“I will be. Thank you, just thank you,” you murmured. As you hugged him you began to feel the weight being lifted off you as the realization of Blake being gone for good settled. Suddenly the floodgates opened, you were sobbing into his arms, fingers curling into the rough fabric of his jacket. His arms tightened up around you, pushing his nose into your hair. You felt your whole body trembling against him. Scotty could feel your body starting to slacken, and held you tighter supporting your weight as he helped lower you to the ground. You were still shuddering against him when you started to feel his chest vibrate. He was humming.

“Oh, all the money I e’er had. I spent in good company,” the voice was soft and shaky. But it was there. “And all the harm I e’er done. Alas, it was to none but me.” You smiled letting out a choked sob. “And all I’ve done, for want of wit. To memory now I can’t recall.” You pulled back you look up at him, becoming. His gray eyes seeming more intense in color because of the tears. He smiled at you hand brushing against your cheek. “So fill to me the parting glass, goodnight and joy be to you all.”

You placed your hand over his, your other hand wiping away your own tears. “You remembered,” you laughed, looking away.

“Oh course I did, it was one of the things that help me realized he was,” Scotty trailed. “I’m so sorry.” You shook your head, “No, lass let me talk. I’m sorry for not noticing sooner. I’m sorry for not telling you that I had feelings sooner. I just didn’t think you want me you know? I’m so much older than you. I basically live in engineering,” he started rambling off excuses.

“Six years, not that bad. My parents were eight years apart,” you commented looking back up in his eyes. You shrugged, shaking your head slightly, “I don’t mind you being in engineering all the time. That’s why I hid from Blake down there, worked as many hours as I could. I knew I could always find you.”

He smiled, letting out a short stuttery laugh. He looked up towards the heavens shaking his head, trying to keep tears from falling anymore, before looking back down at you.“I had no idea if you’d like me back. I just was trying to test the waters, I just. I just love you, Y/N” He licked his lips, not even thinking, before pressing them on yours. You stiffened under the sudden boldness, but you gently moved your lips a fraction before you pushed back.

“Scotty I-” you began, focusing your attention on your hands firmly planted on his chest

“I’m sorry. Oh, Christ. Those ways so inappropriate. You don’t need me kissin’ ya after this whole kerfuffle!” He pulled away, skillfully standing and heading to the door

“Monty,” you called, slowly standing yourself. He stopped dead as if he was under your spell. Turning back to you, eyes connecting with yours. “I'm not ready. And I might not be for awhile. And I know this might be selfish to ask. But,” you trailed trying to figure out your phrasing. “Will you be there when I am?”

“Oh, Lassie,” he breathed. “I would wait long after the universe ended for you”

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--------AUTHOR NOTES--------

Storytime kiddies!!! I originally had TWO ideas! One with like extremely jealous Scotty and this. Both with complete outlines. So that might happen.... anyway.

So when I got the dialogue prompt I knew I wanted Scotty to deck someone. Because when that man get pushed over the edge he’s ready to lash out physically

So red.

Obviously red having to do with the love and anger But then I realized it played more into my story than I originally thought. The Red of Scotty’s longing, love, and Passion for the Reader. The overwhelming rage and anger he felt towards blake, and the courage and will it took for him to confront the other man. The Red of embarrassment

Just Red, that’s why I titled it Red because the whole story was just red all over. It felt appropriate.

I added in the song The Parting Glass for no other reason than I liked it. And I thought it be interesting to see it used as a device for Scotty for finding out how the reader was being hurt.

Also, TOS Scotty wore a kilt with his dress uniform. And there is no proof that AOS doesn’t. So Scotty wears a kilt with his dress grays and no one can convince me otherwise.

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