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[mournthewicked]

Electic Moves--Montgomery Scott x Reader (ToS/AoS compatible)

This is the LONGEST insert I have ever written holy MOLEY. Here it is at a whopping 5,423 words. I mostly wrote this with ToS!Scotty in mind but I think it also works for both ToS and AoS! I’ll also pop this up on Ao3. Fic is based off my favorite band The Orion Experience and their song Electric Moves

Warnings: Kissing

Electric Moves

“Alright that’s the last of the wires!” you yelled to your superior wiping your safety glasses clean of debris.

“Alrigh’ let me take a look at ‘em,” Montgomery Scott said, crouching next to you. He examined the junctions of the circuit boards and nodded in approval. “Not bad…not bad at all Lieutenant. No bubbles… joints are solid. This soldering is better than some of my own. Must be those steady medical hands.” He winked at you and you put your safety glasses back on to conceal a blush.

“Thank you Mr. Scott,” you replied.

“Lass, I’ve told you already just call me Scotty. Don’t make me order you now,” he joked.

“Sorry. Thank you Scotty,” you put your tools back in the small box and hand it back to the older man. His hand brushed over yours as he takes it from you making your breath hitch.

“No thank you for lending us a hand down here. Doctor McCoy said you were a fast learner but neglected to tell me you were a near genius with mechanics. I ought to have a word with him, keeping a talented lass like you all to him—_______, you alrigh’?”

Scotty must have noticed your face morphing into a deep red from underneath your goggles. You run the back of your hand across your forehead, hoping he’d buy the redness from the heat down in the engineering room.

“Yeah I’m…I’m fine just warm. Goodness how do you live like this down here all the time? It’s hotter than Vulcan!” You exclaimed, earning a chuckle from Scotty.

“Well I s’pose we just get used to it eventually, ain’t that right Kern?” A man slightly younger than Scotty nods in agreement, through you’re pretty sure he didn’t hear what Scotty asked. “Well I think we’re all done down here. Thank you again. It was an absolute pleasure having you down here. I hope we’ll see each other soon.”

He held his hand out to you and you took his surprisingly gentle hand in your own. “Any time, Scotty. It was an honor working on her.”

“Her?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

“It! Her—uh the Enterprise!” You ran your hands over your face. Surely your blush was obvious by now.

Scotty belted out a hearty laugh. “Lass, I thought I was the only one who referred to the ship as a lady, other than the Captain of course.”

“Well—yeah it’s like in those old stories about sea mariners and pirates and even in early space exploration. Their ships were always referred to as female so I just kind of let it slip into my vocabulary. Besides,” you gestured to the warp core. “The Enterprise is like a human being. She has a heart, a circulatory system, a brain…All sorts of anatomy. It’s just made of metal.”

Scotty looked at you full of admiration. “Lieutenant _______ I believe you and I are going to get along quite well.”

You turned to him and smiled. “I sure hope so Scotty.”

The next few days you doubled back and forth as both Assistant Medical Officer and engineer. Though most of your time was spent in med bay assisting Doctor McCoy with patients and testing, you also assisted Scotty with warp core diagnostics and repairing small details on the lower decks. You grew fond of the crew down below becoming friends with Ensigns Kern and Russell but your admiration mostly resided with Scotty. If fact, your admiration was becoming even more: each time you passed him your heart would speed up and you could feel yourself going red. Your stomach flipped and your knees weakened and if your eyes met his, oh stars your words would catch in your throat and you could barely keep yourself from stammering. Eventually, though your heart still raced when he got too close, you managed to get used to his sweet conversations about the starship and his daily life.

Two weeks after the two of you met Captain Kirk announced there would be a week-long shore leave after a recent encounter with Harry Mudd left the Enterprise in disarray and in need of refueling.

“Can’t believe we nearly lost the ship in a bet. Mudd would have had us floating through the galaxy if you hadn’t gotten that gauge recalibrated Mr. Scott,” Bones said as he stepped off the landing pad and onto the Federation sanctioned planet.

“Aye, but I can’t take all the credit Doctor. In fact it was your assistant who wrote the equation. She’s the real star of the show,” Scotty said clapping a hand on your shoulder.

“Well Lieutenant, seems like we owe you a drink or two,” Bones said.

“That’s very kind of you but I plan on curling up with a good book and working on some small projects I’ve been meaning to get done during leave,” you replied.

“Ach lass you have to take a bit of a break. You’ve been working plenty,” Scotty said.

“Thank you Scotty but I’m going to sit this one out.”

“I understand,” he replied. You didn’t catch the sadness in his eyes as you turned to head to your hotel room. “It won’t be the same without you!” He called after you.

You turned around and threw him a dazzling smile. “Enjoy your evening gentlemen!” You responded with a mock bow and disappeared into the crowd.

As soon as you were out of sight Bones turned to Scotty. “You really have it bad for her, don’t you?”

Scotty scoffed at the doctor. “I haven’t the slightest idea what you mean!”

Bones rolled his eyes and retorted, “Oh please. ‘It won’t be the same without you’?”

“Well I simply meant we would miss her.”

“You’ve been looking at her like a lovesick teenager. It’s sickening,” Bones responded. The two of them began to walk to a small diner, serving refreshments from different parts of the galaxy. “One bourbon and a scotch on me.”

“Doctor you aren’t going to get me drunk and have me spill my secrets.” Scotty said as a Betazonian male placed his drink in front of him.

“You don’t need to spill anything it’s written all over your face. You get all goo goo eyed with her. Nurse Chapel noticed it, Uhura noticed it, hell, even Spock has mentioned how you’ve been talking about her nonstop.”

Scotty sighed and took a sip of his scotch. He ran his hand through his chestnut hair for a moment before saying, “I don’t know what to do McCoy. She’s on my mind constantly. Working, off duty, hell even in my dreams. The first day when she came down to work on the circuitry she was so kind and sweet, a wee shy too, but she’s also smart and creative. The way she figured out the equation to save our ship was incredible!”

“Then what seems to be the trouble, Mr. Scott? You aren’t technically her reporting officer so there aren’t any regulations against it.”

“That’s not the problem I just…I don’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. She’s a quiet woman and she hasn’t made any indication that she wants to pursue anything outside of work. I, well, I don’t even know if she considers me a friend,” saying that out loud broke Scotty’s heart and McCoy could see it on his face.

Bones waved the bartender over and ordered another round for his friend. “Listen Scotty, I’m a doctor not a love expert. But I do know my assistant pretty well and she talks about you a lot. She sings your praises. Hell, she’s been spending more time with you than in her own office. The girl likes you she’s just too shy to make the first move.”

Scotty shook his head in doubt and McCoy sighed. “Come on Scotty. Let’s finish up our drinks and we can talk about this some other time. I know Jim was thinking about going to a little hole in the wall club of some sort and I’m going to need someone to help carry his miserable behind back when he out drinks himself.”

Scotty stared into his glass and said, “Aye.”

 ***

Meanwhile you began to unpack your shore leave bag, distracted by Scotty’s words.

‘It won’t be the same without you.’ What could he mean by that? He’s never been out with me before, heck I’ve never been out with anyone on the starship before. Could it be that he had hoped I would come out?

“This is all so confusing!” You yelled to yourself, throwing down a towel. “Stupid feelings.”

You flopped on your bed and stared at the pastel purple ceiling weighing your options. You could continue to pine after Scotty in secret, watching him as he eventually fell in love with someone else and—no that felt awful. You could tell him how you feel, get rejected, and never be able to work in the same room with him—that felt even worse.

You sat on the edge of your bed and sighed. You needed to do something to keep your mind off Scotty. The clock on the computer on your desk flashed 20:00.

“Computer, what is there to do on this planet during the evenings?” You asked. The computer whirred to life, ticking with calculations.

“Sources for entertainment near your current location. There are six bars within walking distance. Two are karaoke bars, three are exotic stripping clubs, and one is a dance club.”

A dance club? You thought excitedly. It’s been so long since I’ve been dancing. “Who’s performing at the dance club? Anyone good?”

The computer whirred again before stating: “Popular intergalactic band The Orion Experience will be performing live throughout your shore leave.”

“Thank you Computer. That is all,” you said and the computer powered down. You sat on the edge of your bed staring at your luggage in front on you. If I’m going to do this, I’m going all out tonight.

You sprung up in excitement and grabbed your bag. “Screw sadness, screw the rules, I’m about to be Cinderella at the ball.”

An hour and a half later you checked yourself out in the mirror. You purchased two dresses, your choice for this evening was a jeweled emerald green dress that stopped mid-thigh and white boots. You even splurged on some makeup and changed your hair. At a glance you could barely recognize yourself.

Shooting a wink at your reflection you strutted out of your room and out the door not even noticing the three Starfleet officers you passed on the street.

***

“Mr. Scott, Bones is right. You need to just come right out and say it. Quick, like a band aid. It will be over in a minute.” Captain Kirk tried to persuade the Scotsman.

“Thank you, Captain, for the sage advice. And thank you Doctor McCoy for telling the Captain about my personal affairs, I greatly appreciate it,” Scotty replied with a glare to the brunette.

McCoy rolled his eyes. “Well I’m sorry but I wasn’t going to let you look like a depressed Sehlat the whole shore leave.”

“I do not look like a depressed Sehlat!” exclaimed Scotty. Bones and Kirk stared at him intensely and he relented. “Gentlemen, I thank you for support. But I’m an old man—much older than __________. And she should be with someone else her age. As beautiful as she is, finding someone else wouldn’t be a problem.” Scotty’s eyes began misty and he blinked back tears.

Kirk clapped a hand on his friends shoulder. “Now Mr. Scott there will be no tears tonight. The night is young and there is a bar just down the streets with all sort of intergalactic alcohol. Let’s forget about our problems even if it’s just for the night.”

But I don’t want to forget about her. Mr. Scott thought to himself, but he knew voicing his opinion would get drowned out by his two friends. “Aye, where are we going lads?”

“Well,” Kirk began rubbing his hands together. “I thought we would check out that bar I was telling Bones about earlier. I’ve heard that they have these dancers that—“

Kirk was cut off as a woman walked past in a short green dress and white boots. The three men stared after her as she sashayed out the door into the crowd.

“Jim…who was that?” McCoy asked staring after her.

“I’m…not sure. I don’t recall ever seeing her before,” Kirk replied.

“She has to be on the Enterprise though. This hotel was booked for us by Starfleet and no other ships are docked so it’s just us,” Scotty said.

“She couldn’t be a Romulan spy could she?” McCoy asks.

“A Romulan, spy or not, would never—could never—have that strut in their step. Especially in those shoes,” Kirk responded.

“Of all things you could comment on you mention her footwear?” Bones joked.

“Of all the things I could comment on her shoes were the most appropriate. Do you have anything to add Doctor McCoy?”

“Not at all, Jim.”

“Good,” Kirk began to follow the woman but was stopped by Scotty.

“You don’t plan on following her do you?” He asked.

“Scotty, the three of us have no idea who she is and we know our crew better than anyone else. Whoever she is, she’s obviously gotten through our security systems and we need to know how. Besides aren’t you two a little curious to see who she is?”

Scotty sighed for what seemed to be the hundredth time that day and he followed his two friends through the street after the mysterious, and yet oddly familiar, stranger.

The bar pulsed with the beat of the band and you were bumping and grinding your way through the crowd. You felt different, alive, on the dance floor. A cheer went through the crowd as you spun through a dance circle. Each move was filled you with energy, you were electrified by the music and you sang out with the rest of the crowd.

“Somebody told me, you got electric moves. Out on the floor you’re like lightening striking,” you sang off key with everyone as the band went into the final chorus. You turned again as the song began to transition to another but froze mid step as you spotted McCoy, Kirk, and Scotty staring in your direction whispering to themselves. You made eye contact with the chief engineer for a brief second, both confusion and recognition evident in his eyes. He slowly got off his chair and began to walk towards you, startling you out of your trance. You turned your back towards him and ran out the door.

***

The three men sat down at bar scoping the dance floor for the mysterious woman.

“You sure she went into this one Jim?” McCoy asked the blond sipping a drink.

“Positive. Keep your eye out for anything suspicious,” Kirk said surveying the dance floor. “Mr. Scott, have you given any more thought to what Bones and I were saying earlier.”

“Now Captain, I told you I don’t want to pursue anything—“ he was cut off by a cheer and applause on the dance floor.

“There Jim! She’s over there,” McCoy exclaimed. The three men stared in her direction, watching as she danced sensually, hands in the air laughing and stomping her foot to the beat.

“She looks familiar. I just can’t put my finger on it,” Kirk said. McCoy and Scotty nodded fixated on the woman. She did one final turn as the song transitioned into a new one but, as she looked in their direction she froze.

“It can’t be…” Bones mumbled.

“Is that…Lieutenant ___________?” Kirk asked still staring at her.

Scotty watched her intently as they maintained eye contact. It was _________ there was no doubt in his mind. Seeing her with such fire in her soul was intimidating, there was no doubt about that. She radiated confidence and seeing her with such energy made Scotty’s heart swell in infatuation. Clenching his fists, Scotty knew he had to take a chance or he was going to have a heart attack. Taking a deep breathe he stood up, knees weak not from the alcohol but from the nerves. He steadied himself and began to approach her gaining confidence with each step. However about ten steps in the woman who held his soul broke eye contact and ran out the door, leaving the shattered pieces of his heart where she last stood.

***

Morning hit you like a Bat’leth; your mouth was dry and every vibrant color of the wall sent a wave of nausea through your body. The headache you had was unsurmountable and you grabbed the hypo you left on the table and injected it. Moments later your headache was gone and your nausea was slightly more manageable.

You revisited the events of last night grinning s the memories came back to you. You looked at the dress that was discarded on top of your suitcase with a fond grin, eagerly thinking about the second number you had waiting for tonight. However your feelings of excitement were smothered as soon as you remembered who saw at the bar watching you. McCoy. Kirk. Scotty.

“Oh my God,” you cried out to yourself putting your head in your hands as you tried to erase that memory from your mind.

They must have thought I looked ridiculous, you thought. I made such a fool of myself. Tears pricked at your eyes and you tried to will them away. Even though you knew none of them would make fun of you—well McCoy might tease you but you could handle him—you knew it would impact how the other two would look at you. If there was a black hole close enough you would jump right into it.

Your stomach growled and decided to get something to eat to keep your mind off of everything. Throwing on your blue Starfleet uniform you walked across the street into a diner. Beings of different races, genders, and ages sat throughout the establishment and were even peppered with Enterprise officers and crew.

Walking to your table you heard the voice of someone you didn’t want to hear: Captain Kirk.

“Lieutenant _________! Come have a seat with us,” he said.

You sighed and though you could have rejected his proposal you also wanted to have a moment to explain yourself—to explain you didn’t always look so uncoordinated and dramatic.

“Good morning Captain, gentlemen,” you nodded to McCoy and Scotty as you sat beside the latter. He didn’t greet you with the usual smile he always had around you. In fact he didn’t greet you at all.

“We were just discussing this woman that we saw dancing last night. It really was something else,” Kirk said.

Oh God here it comes, you thought to yourself.

“She was fantastic, _________, you should have seen her. She had this control over the floor. It was almost supernatural,” McCoy exclaimed. “At first glance we thought she was you,”

You nearly choked on your water. “You thought she was me?” They didn’t realize it was me?

“We certainly did. Then Scotty said you planned on working on some projects during shore leave,” Kirk replied. “How did they turn out?”

“O-oh. Fine. They weren’t anything too difficult,” you replied, relieved.

“And your reading? How was that?” Scotty asked bitterly.

You were taken aback by the harshness in his voice. “It was…fine I guess. Scotty are you—“

“I’m fine Lieutenant __________,” Scotty said. Kirk and McCoy exchanged looks as Scotty got up from the table. “Lads I have some work that I need to catch up on so I’m going to head back to my room. Have a good day.”

The three of you watched as Scotty left the diner without as much as a goodbye to you. You looked down at your plate of food that was just served suddenly nauseous again.

“What the hell was that all about?” McCoy asked in shock.

“I have no idea,” Kirk replied. “But I intend to find out.” He and McCoy followed the Scot out the door leaving you behind, your food hardly touched as tears welled in your eyes.

***

“Scotty! Hey Scotty!” McCoy pounded on the door to the Chief Engineer’s room. “Open up we know you’re in there.”

“Step aside Bones,” Kirk said, punching an override code. The doors slid open to Scotty’s room revealing the Scot seated at his table a bottle of scotch in hand.

“Hello lads, I wonder what brings you here?” Scotty asked sardonically, taking a hearty swig of his drink.

“You know very well what brings us here Scotty. What the hell is your problem? You’ve been in a crappy mood since we got back to the hotel last night and now you’re taking it out on _________?” McCoy asked, arms crossed over his chest. Kirk watched Scotty, slowly putting pieces of the puzzle together.

“I don’t feel like answering that question, Dr. McCoy. Frankly I don’t want to discuss anything with anyone. I wish to be left alone with my scotch,” Scotty said.

Captain Kirk sat at the table to level himself with Scotty. “Scotty,” he said. “Mr. Scott, look at me.”

Scotty sighed and turned to Captain Kirk. Kirk studied him for a brief moment.

“We were right weren’t we Mr. Scott?” Kirk asked softly and put a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

McCoy looked between the two. “Right about what, Jim?”

“The woman at the bar last night. It was Lieutenant __________, wasn’t it?” Jim asked.

Scotty stared at the Captain for a long time before whispering, “Aye.”

The three men waited in silence, waiting for someone to say something. The room was filled with nothing but the ambience of chatter in the halls and the echo of Scotty’s affirmation.

“She ran from me,” Scotty said mournfully.

Kirk nodded.

“Why? Why would she run?” Scotty asked.

“I can’t answer that for you, Scotty,” Kirk said.

Scotty stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the city below. Midday had approached by then, the sun high up in the cyan sky. “I don’t know what I was thinking going up to her. She was having the time of her life dancing and singing. What would she want with an old fool like me?”

“That’s horseshit,” McCoy said, going over to Scotty.

“Bones…” Kirk warned.

“No, Jim I have to say it. Scotty what you’re saying is pure horseshit and you know it. You’re making assumptions and that’s all you’ve done this whole time. Have you even talked to ________ about your feelings yet? I bet you haven’t and I guarantee you have her feeling like complete crap after the way you ignored her this morning.”

Scotty contemplated everything his friend said, knowing he was right. He hasn’t talked to ________ since they docked and not giving her a chance to explain herself wasn’t fair.

“But why would she run from us. From me?” Scotty asked.

“Hell if I know. Maybe she was embarrassed that we saw her, you know how shy she is. And I’m not saying what she did was excusable, but dammit talk to her. Ask her why she ran away and tell her how you feel. Because if you don’t you’re going to lose any chance to have with her, and that will be a damn shame,” McCoy said.

Scotty nodded his head, understanding that everything McCoy was saying was tough love. “Do…do you have anything to add, Captain?”

Captain Kirk waved his hands innocently. “No…no I do believe Bones covered it all.”

Scotty grabbed some glasses from his cabinet and poured drinks for the three of them. “Well then let’s have a drink shall we? And then…well then I’m going to go make a visit to ________’s quarters.”

***

You wrapped your hair in a towel as you stepped out of the shower and threw on some loungewear. Your hangover was completely gone by now but in its place was a heavy heart. You messed up really bad, running away from him last night and then not explaining yourself this morning. You looked at the dress laid out on your bed and sighed, debating whether or not you still wanted to go out when you heard a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” You called out.

“It’s Scotty. May I come in lass?” He asked.

You nearly tripped over yourself running to the door, pressing the button to open the door to let him in.

“Mr. Scott, good evening,” you said hoping the waver in your voice wasn’t as prominent as you thought.

“Back to calling me Mr. Scott are we?” He asked gruffly as he stepped inside.

You winced at his tone. “Sorry…Scotty—“

“I was joking _________,” he said with a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Oh.” The two of you stood in silence trying to figure out what to say next. Moment’s passed, then you two both began at once.

“Lass, I—“

“I’m sorry.”

The two of you looked at each other at the same time before letting out nervous laughs.

“You’re sorry?” Scotty asked in slight confusion.

You nodded. “Yes I…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have run from you. I didn’t…I didn’t want anyone to see me dancing and I was so embarrassed when I saw you…” You were so overwhelmed with everything your lip began to tremble.

“Now, now ________, don’t you start crying,” Scotty said as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to his chest. “You have nothing to be sorry for, this is my fault. I jumped to conclusions.”

You allowed yourself to be held by him for a moment, relished breathing in his scent of scotch and oak, and savored the feeling of his one hand stroking your hair while his other hand rubbed circles on your waist.

After a moment you pulled back to look him in his eyes. “Jumped to conclusions?” You asked.

Scotty took a deep breath and took your hands in his. “Yes I…I may have thought you didn’t want to have a dance with me. Thought that you thought the idea would be repulsive.”

Your hand flew to your mouth. He was going to ask me for a dance?  “I thought you were going to tell me that I looked ridiculous,” you confessed.

Scotty’s eyebrows shot up his forehead. “Now why in heavens would I do that?” He exclaimed.

“I mean…I probably did look ridiculous flailing around like I was,” you said.

Scotty laughed. “You looked nothing of the sort. You…you were incredible! You dance beautifully, hell McCoy and Kirk didn’t even recognize you until I told them today. We thought you were a spy.”

“A spy?” You shout in laughter.

“You have to admit you looked a lot different last night.”

You chuckled and nodded. “I certainly did.”

You two stood in silence for another moment. “Why would you think I wouldn’t dance with you?” You asked.

Scotty sighed, “It was a little foolish of me. I’m so much older than you are—“

“Not by that much,” you cut in.

“But still old enough. I thought you were repulsed by the thought of it. I should have known better,” he said.

“Scotty, I would have very much liked to have danced with you had I not run away,” you said placing a hand on his cheek.

He put his hand over yours, rubbing it slightly. “________ I believe we both are foolish.”

You nodded in agreement your eyes captured in his gaze.

“I—also was going to tell you something last night.” Scotty said hesitantly.

You nodded for him to go on.

“Seeing you dancing there—every time I see you as a matter of fact—I get so overwhelmed in your beauty. That day you first came into engineering you were just a ray of sunshine without saying anything. Then you finished those wires and talked to me and I thought I was going to pass out. You talk about the Enterprise like she was your child and I know you can’t see the way your eyes light up when you talk about her but I do and it can make even Klingons blush. You can imagine what it does to my heart.” Scotty paused to take a breath and you could feel your heart racing.

“_________, I know this might be wishful thinking but I need to tell you that I like you. That I am falling head over heels for you. And I don’t intend on making you feel uncomfortable in any way regardless of how you answer my question. If you want to just be friends and never speak of this again I will. If you want me to leave you alone for the rest of our time on the Enterprise together I will. I just want to ask if maybe you would like to go out with me?”

Your breath hitched head absolutely spinning with every word he said.

“Scotty,” you began. “I would like it very much if you would kiss me.”

A chuckle of relief escaped Scotty as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a gentle kiss. It was neither long nor short, just enough for the two of you to lose yourselves in each other’s touch of your lips.

You both pulled away, light blushes on your cheeks.

“I would love to go out with you Montgomery Scott,” you told him.

Scotty was so overjoyed that he let out a boisterous laugh and hugged you, lifting you a few inches off the ground.

You laughed, body feeling like it weighed only feathers.

“Would you like to go on a date right now?” You asked boldly. “I was thinking about going to the dance club again.”

“Now how could I pass up dancing with the most beautiful woman in the universe?” Scotty said, pecking your cheek.

You blushed, realizing you would never get used to being showered with complements. “Wait here,” you said. “I’m going to change.”

“You could always change right here.” Scotty joked, laughing as your face turned crimson. “I’m teasing you. Go ahead and get ready.”

You shook your head and grabbed your dress of your bed. “Go ahead and sit down. I’ll be right out.”

Scotty sat down and waited in anticipation. He took in all the details of your hotel room wondering what kind of stuff you kept in your room on the Enterprise. He saw your dress from last night peeking out from your suitcase and he chuckled thinking about the last twenty-four hours. You were his; he was yours even with how ridiculous you both acted.

A few moments later, you poked your head out the door. “Hey Scotty, would you mind zipping me up?” You asked holding the front of your dress up.

Scotty looked at you, mouth open in shock. Your hair and makeup were styled the same way you did yesterday but the dress was different. It was a dark blue glittery dress with three quarter sleeves. The dress was short in the front and long in the back and flared out beautifully. You wore black pumps with it.

“Scotty?” You asked, snapping him out of his trance.

“Sorry lass, you just…you look stunning.” Scotty said as he walked over to you.

You turned and he slowly zipped up your dress his fingers occasionally brushing against your skin, leaving your skin burning where he touched you.

Once zipped, Scotty kissed the nape of your neck making you go weak in your knees. You turned to him and pulled him in for a searing, passionate kiss. His hands pulled you tight, dipping you slightly, and ran them across your back. You ran your hands through his mahogany hair gasping slightly at his desperation. He took that moment to slide his tongue in your mouth increasing the passion of the kiss.

The two of you pulled away after a moment, blushes evident in your faces.

“I do believe you owe me a dance.” Scotty whispered to you.

You smiled and pulled him towards the door. “I certainly do. I believe we have time to finish this later if you want?”

“For you, my love, I have all the time in the world.” Scotty said, squeezing your hand as you led him to the club.

We believe in love, and love saves the day—The Orion Experience

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[impalaanddemons]

Hi congats on 300 since i started following you after that and tought it was too early to request something. Can I please ask for 29 with Scotty? Thank you

i’m sorry is this another prompt yes this is KEEP EM COMING GUYS! For the 300+ Follower celebration! We’ve nearly reached 400! I love you all!

Scotty hates bullies

“You gonna ask him today?“ Theresas was eyeing you curiously with her black eyes. The expression she gave you were one-third concern and two-thirds amusement, although in a friendly way - her humor was, after all, something you appreciated about her and your friendship to her.„Yeah“, you muttered into the salad you were picking at with a fork. The edge of a piece of cucumber had started to dry out and bare its pitiful self on your plate since you had started eating roughly an hour ago. It was a perfect match for how you felt.

Mess hall was full as always but when you spoke you tried to avoid to look at anyone.„I thought about … dinner. There’s a nice place on Yorktown when we dock tomorrow and see where it’ll go from there. If he even wants to …“ your words trailed off into silence and you pushed the cucumber over your plate. It had already began to stick to the surface.„He likes you.“ Theresa said, her plate empty and her stomach full. And probably not as upset as yours was right now.„You sure about that?“„You’ve both been pining for each other for the better half of the last three months now.“ she sighed.“If neither of you initiates anything soon, I’ll intervene.“You cringed at the thought, shooting her a pleading look that tried to phrase ‚please don’t‘ in a million different ways.

„You know Y/N“ - the loud and boisterous baritone belonged to Vani. Asshole in security. Wannabe Don Juan. You clenched your teeth in an attempt to suppress the feeling of utter disgust to show on your face.„Since you’re too precious for us regular dudes“ his gang chuckled along with him and you felt heat rush to your face, your heart beating hard against your chest. „How about you ask the chief engineer right here, right now. You know. Since he’s sitting right over here?“

His thumb pointed over his shoulder to the black haired scotsman who now slowly looked up, feeling the tension and atmosphere in mess hall changing fast, a storm that approached on the open sea.Theresa jumped up, her eyes throwing daggers at Vani and his laughing gang.You got up too, biting your lip and putting one hand on Theresas arm.„Let’s just .. go…“ you whispered - the urge to run strong in your bones, just as strong as your desire to chastise yourself for not standing up for yourself.„What’s the problem, Y/N? Not so posh anymore now?“„Oh, just because she didn’t -„ spat Theresa but she was cut short by the chief engineer himself getting up, his full height now towering over everyone in your vicinity.„I see ye set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public?“ - his voice was down a register from his usual tone and sent shivers down your spine. His dark eyes pierced Vani and it was not so much his height, but his overall presence that felt very much like a threat. Vani had gone silent, his jaw pressed shut hard.„Ye think mocking a beautiful young lady is a way ta handle rejection, eh?“ he raised his eyebrows. Theresa muttered something about ‚definitely a keeper‘ next to your left ear but you were too busy trying to vanish off the face of the known universe to actually listen. Everyone was looking. Aside from Mr. Scott talking, one would’ve been able to hear a needle drop in mess hall.„Out of my face, all of ya. I’ll talk ta yer superior officer ‚bout that.“ he dismissed them. You didn’t look, your eyes fixed on your feet - but you could feel him turn around and face you. Theresa nudged you into the side and you swayed slightly, like a branch in the wind.„Now that we have that af our heads…“ he began and peeking upwards you saw him wring his hands for a second, then folding them on his back.Theresa nudged you again, harder this time and you looked up. There was a faint pink shadow on his cheeks, his eyes sliding from you to the ceiling and back.„There’s a nice little place on Yorktown I know and I thought we … I mean ye and I…“Theresa chuckled, nudged you once more and gave you some room, mumbling something about having to bring back the plates.„Yes.“ you blurted out. You could see how his breath caught in his chest, right before a smile broke his stern face into a soft expression.

„Aye.“

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[kjs-s]

Bad matchmaking

Pairing  Scotty x reader

Fandom Star Trek Aos

Summary   You confess your feelings to the captain and he tries to help you with setting you up with the wrong person

Word Count: 2100

Warnings: mention of a crash

A/N:   I tried to mention as many characters as I could Hope you all like it

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‘’Three more moves and I will finally beat you for once.’’ You calculated how to take Christine’s king after losing four times straight. You were both skilled at chess but you played more for fun. You got tired and asked Carol to advise you about your moves beforehand. Now she was watching you play being proud of how well you followed her advice.

‘’See (Y/N), you can be an extremely difficult opponent when you focus on the game. Queen to C4.’’ Christine studied the board anticipating your next move.

‘’I am playing to enjoy my free time. I am not competitive like the rest of you. Yesterday Leonard was staring me down to distract me while we were playing. And that’s part of what I'm doing now. Rook to B6. Check.’’  

After you won the game you thank Carol for her help.

‘’Wait, was she helping you the whole time? And you left to play by myself?’’ Christine pretending to be annoyed by her friend’s betrayal.

‘’No, she was just my mentor. I wanted to win at least once this week. To gain some confidence before the mission on Friday. I haven’t been on such an important mission before and I am a little worried.’’

‘’Don’t worry about it, Ensign. You will have the best people there with you.    Jim said taking a seat next to you with Jaylah. You hadn’t noticed them earlier and he scared you a little.

‘’I know that Jaylah will protect both you and Scotty while away. And Lieutenant Collins knows what to do in the event of hostiles, he has been attacked once and beat them. There is nothing to worry about.’’ His reassuring words thought fell on deaf ears because right at that moment the people he was talking about entered the room. And all you did was to stare at the man you had fallen in love with since you started working at the enterprise, Montgomery Scott. You met in your first week when he came by your room to check on Jaylah, your roommate, who had broken her arm. She was asleep at the time so you made sure Scotty knew you were taking care of his friend. His charm and his caring personality are what drew you to him and in a few months, you ended up daydreaming about dating him.

‘’Are you listening to me?’’ Jim interrupted your thoughts.

‘’No sorry. What were you saying?’’ You turned to face the captain and give him your undivided attention.

‘’Nothing important. Now, I’m pretty sure I know why you weren’t paying attention to me.’’ He smiled knowingly at you.

‘’You know?’’ You thought you had kept your crush a secret from everyone.

‘’It’s obvious (Y/N). You are staring that I would try to believe you are trying to read his mind.’’

‘’Please don’t tell him anything. I will try to find the perfect opportunity to confess my feelings myself.’’

‘’Of course, don’t worry about it. I promise to say nothing. Now, you should go get everything ready for your mission.’’ He watched you leave and took another look at the men across the room. Scotty was still talking to Lieutenant Collins about something, the chief engineer was obviously passionate about while the other man seemed a little bored. At that moment Jim felt happy he only promised not to talk but you didn’t say anything about meddling. So, he came up with a plan to help you find your opportunity.

For the next few months, it was like someone was trying to sabotage your changes with Scotty. You barely saw him and when you spotted him somewhere he was always busy. At first, you didn’t think anything of it, still, you began getting worried. What if Jim had told him about your feeling and he was afraid to reject you?

On top of that, you weren’t sent with him on missions anymore. It was like Jim thought you and Collins made a good team you were sent everywhere together. When a linguist and an engineer were needed someone, it was always the two of you. You started getting sick of seeing his face. Not that he wasn’t attractive still you missed the time you get to spend with Scotty. You would talk about the ship, your families or your home back to Earth. You knew it would be a stupid decision to question the captain but you thought that asking him about it wouldn’t hurt. Maybe after the next mission.

So, when a spaceship crashed, you found yourself on the rescue team. You were sent to communicate with any survivors so they will aboard the ship and then allow the doctors to treat them.

The mission was hard but you and the rest of the team managed to bring all the survivors on board. The engineers that were on the team were able to salvage some of the spaceship’s part in order to be included in making the new one for the crew. You were proud of yourself since it was a major success and you finally used some of the languages that your supervisor had taught you.

However, the bliss you felt from completing the mission didn’t distract you from the conversation you wanted to have with the captain. You just had to make sure to voice everything like you wanted to gain experience working with some other members too and not as a complaint against lieutenant Collins.

‘’Hey (Y/N) congratulations on the mission today. All our patients seem to feel at ease with you and were thankful they could communicate with someone. Great job.’’ Christine complimented you.

‘’Thanks Chris, I appreciate it. Listen, I can’t talk right now and I bet you still have a lot of work. Do you mind if we talk about this over breakfast tomorrow?’’ Your eyes were once on her and once scanning the corridor for Jim.

‘’Of course (Y/N), are you looking for something?’’

‘’Yes, Jim, have you seen him?’’

‘’He was just here to be briefed by doctor McCoy about the patients. He said he was going to his quarters to work on something.’’

‘’Thank you, Chris. I will see if I can find him there.’’

Just as your friend mentioned Jim was in his quarters making sure all the parts of the crashed ship had been properly cataloged to be sent back so they can be part of the new ship. He was done when you showed up and asked to talk to him.

‘’(Y/N) just the person I wanted to see. One of them to be exact. I will plan a little celebration for our mission when the crew of the USS Gladiator is all healed. And I would love to honor all the team who achieved it. What do you day?’’ He motioned you to sit with him on the couch.

‘’That would lovely both of us and for them. To left their spirit a little. However, there is something I would like to discuss with you. I don’t want you to take this personally or as a complaint. Just as a question.’’ You paused trying to find the right words even if you had practiced this in your head all the way. Jim didn’t interrupt you, he was curious and let you speak when you were ready.

‘’Is there a reason I’m always on away missions with the same people? I mean, I could learn some more things if you change the structure of the teams.’’ You looked hopefully at him hoping he would agree with you.

‘’I see your point and I do believe it’s a good strategy. But I would hate to break you and Collins apart. You seem to work fine together and honestly, I am expecting a thank you for pairing the two of you together for so long.’’

‘’Why would I thank you, Jim? It’s not like he is the best engineer to work with. I would thank you if you paired me up with Scotty because he is the best, or with any of my friends.’’

‘’What do you mean? I pair you with him so you can talk about how you are feeling. You told me you liked him.’’ You both looked confused by his conversation.

‘’I never said that. What are you talking about?’’

‘’Back before your first difficult away mission. Don’t you remember? I was trying to ease your concerns and you totally blew me off to stare at him.’’

That day came to your mind and you realized what had happened.

‘’Oh, my God Jim, I can’t believe this. I wasn't talking about him. If you remember that scene clearly, he didn’t enter the room alone.’’

‘’Yes, he was with...  He tried to picture the scene. ‘’Scotty. He is the one you were talking about?’’

‘’Yes. I have been in love with him since my first week here. Please tell me you are the only person on the enterprise who knows about my apparent crush on Collins. You haven’t told him anything, have you?’’ You started panicking at the prospect of him believing you like him.

‘’No don’t worry. I haven’t told Collins anything about it. You should probably talk to Scotty though. With how much time you have spent with someone else he might have gotten the same idea I had.’’

‘’Jim you are absolutely right. I will go to talk to Scotty right now. Also, I'm not going to be able to have dinner with you tonight. I might end up making other plans.’’  

‘’Of course, Ensign, just make sure you thank me later for my help.’’ You gave him an annoyed look.     ‘’For making you admit your feelings by matchmaking you with another.’’ He giggled as you blew him a kiss and left to find your future boyfriend. However, what he failed to mention was that Scotty knew about his matchmaking plans from the beginning. He even helped execute some of them.

When you made it to engineering, Scotty was filing the reports from a previous away mission.

‘’Ensign (Y/LN), can I help you with something? I see here that your mission was successful. Congratulations on communicating so well with the survivors of the crash. I am sure Lieutenant Uhura must be proud of you.’’

‘’She is, all the survivors seem to trust me enough to allow me to translate the doctors that are treating them.’’ You were excited about helping those poor people. However, your nerves were overwhelming.

‘’And I'm sure you worked perfectly with lieutenant Collins.’’ You were too focused on what you wanted to tell him to notice the tone of his voice.

‘’We worked well together. But I’m sure you mentioned it because you were aware of Jim’s plans, right?’’ His eyes fell worrying you have figured out he was hoping to be in Collins’ position. However, you thought he was just sorry for helping Jim. He nodded without saying anything out of fear that his voice would crack.

‘’Well… that shows us that even though he is a certified genius our captain can sometimes be a little dense.’’ You approached Scotty and stood in front of him.

‘’He was right about me having feelings for someone. Just got the person wrong.’’ You hoped that you had given him enough clues to realize what you were implying.

‘’What do you mean? Who is the right person?’’ He dared to feel hope even after telling himself for months that you wouldn’t look at him.

‘’A beautiful guy who can always make me feel safe around him. Who makes sure I’m comfortable after any jump and who once had to carry me to the med bay. Who has an amazing sense of humor and the most adorable accent I have ever heard. Do you believe he will ever let me be more than just friends?’’ You looked into his eyes to determine the answer yet he beat you to it.

‘’Absolutely, he would a fool not to. Only an idiot would deny the opportunity to date such a beautiful creature. One that can brighten up the room with their presence and who can be reasonable even when angry. And I would like to know if that person would like to have dinner with me.’’ He shyly reached for your hand.

‘’Of course, I would. Let me change clothes and I will meet you in the dining hall.’’ You gave him a kiss on the cheek and left. You walked fast to your room and he stayed touching the area your lips were just on, both of you with wide smiles on your faces.

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[whatif-animagineblog]

OK Scotty with "It was just a dream. You're alright."

You woke to tossing and turning next to you. You lifted your head slowly, looking over at your partner in bed. His brow was soaked in sweat and he was mumbling. You reached a hand over and tried to wake him. “Monty?” Nothing. You shook him harder, “Monty? Come on.”

Suddenly he bolted up and yelled out for you. He was shaking, raising a hand to his face, trying to catch his breath. You sat up quickly and placed a hand on his back as he tried to even his breathing. “Easy Monty. Easy. It was just a dream. You’re alright.”

He turned and hugged you tightly. Pressing his face into your neck. “It was awful.” You ran your hands over his back, a hand moving to run through his tousled hair.

“What was it?”

“Y-you got really hurt. Really hurt on this away mission and then you…Oh god….right in my arms…” You kissed his cheek and took his face into your hands.

“I am right here. Alright? I’m real. I’m solid.” You took his hand and placed it high on your left side. Letting him feel your heartbeat. “See? still livin’.”

“There was so much blood,” tears streamed down his cheeks as his eyes searched you.

“I know sweetie, I know.” you wiped tears from his face. “But it was a dream. Just a dream.”

“What if it comes true,” he whispered. The way his voice broke shattered your heart. 

“Well, I can’t promise you I’ll always come home. Or even that I’ll come home uninjured. But I can promise you I’ll always do everything within my power to come home to you Montgomery Scott.” You gently tilted his head down to kiss the crease between his brows. “Do you want to go back to sleep?”

He shook his head, “Not just yet.  Canne I just look at ya for a bit? Hold ya’?” You nodded and settled into his arms. “I love you. So much.”

“I love you too, Monty.” 

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[kaitymccoy123]

Needing Eachother

I am on mobile right now but have had this queued up forever and just reread it and tgought it’d be nice to post for near Christmas time. Pure fluff. Can’t add a tag list sorry ppl. Also can’t add a cut thingy either. Sorry Enjoyenjoyenjoy Pairing: Scotty x reader

Word Count: some

-Enjoy!-

As soon as Scotty’s face filled the screen in front of you, you knew this wasn’t going to be a happy call.  

“Hey.” You said, trying your hardest to smile even though you felt like you were dying inside. 

“Hey there.” A flicker of a smile touched his lips, but there was not the usual jovial tone to his voice. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked, pressing your palms into the bedspread. 

“I was abou’ t'ask you the same thin’.” He exhaled. 

“What do you mean?”

“Love, why’re you crying?” His voice was soft and tender. 

“I’m not…” You touched your fingertips to your cheeks and were surprised to find tears there. 

Scotty clicked his tongue softly and you could hear him shuffle in his seat, “Wha’s the matter?  I hate seein’ you so sad.“ 

“I don’t know…” You drew your forearm under your dripping nose and pulled your knees to your chest, “I don’t know.”

Resting your chin on your folded knees you looked up at him through watery eyes.  His eyes were sad too, you realized and it only made you let out a little sob. 

“I just really miss you, I guess.” You sniffled, tearing your eyes away from his and resting the side of your head on your knees. 

“I miss you too, love." 

"I jus-I just could-could really use one-one of your hugs right now.” You gasped, and the mere thought of his arms wrapped around you sent you into a fit of sobs again. 

“Shh… Y/N, I know, and if I could I would be there in a second.”

“I know.” You looked at him again, “Where’s the teleporter machine you’ve been-been talking about?  I thought you were an engineer.” You joked, but it didn’t make him smile. 

“I think I’ve done well enough developing the transporter, thank you very much. Unfortunately I think it’s more of a time machine tha’ we need.”

You huffed a watery laugh and rubbed your face into your knees before leaning back and wiping at them with the back of your hand.  You sighed and reached out to touch your PADD screen. 

“How much longer until we are together again?” Your voice was barely a whisper. 

You desperately wished that it was your fingertips touching his cheek rather than the hard screen of the PADD. 

“3 months.” He sighed, and you saw tears well up in his eyes, “I wish I could come home now.  I jus’ want t'a hold ya again.  I hate-I hate sleeping alone.”

Now it was your turn to comfort him, “I do too, Monty.  But I’m sure you don’t miss my cold feet against your back all night.” You smiled. 

He huffed a laugh and wiped at his eyes, “I would take your ice-cubes that you call feet over sleepin’ alone on this bloody lonely planet any day.”

“Well I promise as soon as you get back that you can have as much of my cold feet as you want because it’s going to be days before we are going to leave this bed.” You bounced up and down slightly on the bed and were relieved to see a real smile pull at his mouth. 

“Sounds like a deal.”

You fell into a comfortable silence and you eventually felt the tight coil of missing him lessen a little, and your tears dried on your cheeks. 

“I love you, Monty.”

That made him smile and tilted his head as his whiskey-brown eyes met yours sweetly, “I love you too, Y/N.”

“And soon we will be together.” You said.  This was always your little routine before you hung up.

“Before ya know it.” Scotty responded as per your little imaginary script. 

You drew your finger one more time down his face on the screen before you brought the PADD closer to your face, pressing your forehead against it. 

Pulling back, you found tears perched on your eyelids again, “I need you, Montgomery Scott.  I need you I need you I need you." 

You repeated the words until you were nearly sobbing them, and you watched his face as it broke down with each repetition of the words. 

When you paused to take a shaky breath he interrupted, "Love, you wouldn’t even believe how much I need you too.”

You wiped at your eyes again and smiled, “I should go to bed.”

“Wish I was there." 

"I wish you were too.” You blew him a kiss before ending the call.  

You don’t know how long you sat there, hugging the PADD to your chest and sobbing, but eventually you fell asleep, cradling the device as if it were Scotty’s arm drawn around your chest.

Finally, it was time.  

As you stood at the landing dock, you bounced up and down on your toes, wearing a stupid smile on your face that had been there since yesterday.

He’s coming home today. He’s coming home today.  He’s coming home today.

“Are you excited or something?  I can’t tell.” You turned to Jim who stood beside you and punched him in the arm.

“It’s been 18 months since I’ve seen him, you asshat, I get to be excited.”

Jim chuckled, “But didn’t you see him a few months ago?”

“That was 6 months ago and only for 4 hours on one of his re-supply missions.” You snapped.

“Okay, okay, you get to be excited.” Jim smiled down at you and you turned your attention quickly back to the bustling shuttle bay.

Jim said they’d landed already, but you didn’t know which ship it was or if they had even gotten off yet.  The suspense was killing you.

You waited in silence next to Jim, your eyes constantly scanning each ship, each person that had redish-brown hair, each red shirt, hoping it was him.

“You’re gonna give yourself an aneurysm.” Jim teased.

“Shut up.”

There.  Your eyes caught on someone. Nope.

Ooo, over there.

Nope.

You were beginning to get frustrated when you saw another head of reddish-brown hair.  Coupled by a red shirt.  And that scarf.  You had given him that scarf.

Your heart soared.

Monty.

Your legs nearly gave out before you commanded them to surge forward, and they somehow carried you into the busy shuttle bay. Squeezing past person after person, you felt the cool air hit your cheeks and realized you were crying. Your legs were flying under you, faster than you had ever run before, and your heart was hammering in your chest.

As you neared him, you realized that he hadn’t seen you yet, and he seemed to be scanning the crowds as well.  Looking for you.

“MONTY!” You yelled, and his head snapped in your direction.

You had no idea how you remained standing when his eyes met yours.  There he was. Flesh and blood and oh-so-familiar. Something between a screech and a shout of laughter left your lips and you started running again.  

Scotty’s smile was unbelievably wide as he dropped his bag and spread his arms.  You nearly leaped into them as you finally closed the last few feet.  

“Monty!” You called again as he wrapped his arms around you tight, tighter than ever, and still you couldn’t get enough.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.” Scotty chanted, and that’s when you realized that he was crying too.  

You felt him press hard kisses to the side of your neck, working his way up to your jaw and eventually across your cheek, and when you couldn’t take it anymore, you turned your head and captured his lips in yours.

It was a desperate kiss, dry and harsh, a kiss that means ‘I haven’t seen you in forever’, ‘I miss you so much’, ‘I just want to feel your lips on mine’.  But eventually it melted into softer kisses, gentle ‘I love you’ kisses and you found yourself giggling despite the tears still running down your cheeks.

Eventually, you pulled your head away, resting your foreheads together, the rest of your body pressed tightly to his.  

“Monty.” You breathed, more tears (happy ones, you realized now) tracked down your cheeks.

“Y/N.” He laughed, and the smile on his face and the admiration in his eyes melted your heart.

“Do you even know how much I missed you?” You teased, brushing his hair over his ears.

“If it’s even half as much as I’ve missed you, then it’s a hell u’va lot.” He kissed the smile off your face.

Breaking off the kiss, you buried your face in his neck and inhaled the familiar scent o him, and you felt his hands squeeze your waist softly.

“Nice to have you back, Mr. Scott.” Jim’s voice broke through your little bubble of Scotty and you drew back to Scotty’s side, slinging your arms around his waist and pressing your cheek into his shoulder.

“Nice to be back, Cap’n.” Scotty pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and the arm that he had around you drew soft lines up and down your back.

“I was about to send this one to the medbay ‘cause I thought she was gonna faint while we waited for you.” Jim teased and you stuck your tongue out at him.

“And I can send you to the medbay for a black eye if you want one, Jimbo.” You joked, and Scotty laughed heartily next to you and pulled you closer.

“Alright, alright, my duty here is done, you two lovebirds go do whatever you lovebirds want to do, I’ll see you back on the ship.” Jim saluted before he retreated back into the busy crowds.

Scotty swung you around so you were in front of him again, encircling his arms around your waist.

“Now, lass, I would love a long hot shower – with or without you honestly I just need one at this point – a good hot meal, and to spend the rest of the day in bed with you in my arms.”

Your heart surged with happiness and you dove up to kiss him quickly, “Sounds like a plan to me.”

Scotty smiled and kissed your forehead quickly before scooping up his bag and slung it over his shoulder.   You arms still slung around the other’s waists, you and Scotty started towards the exit ready to spend the next little while in each other’s arms.

-Thanks for reading!  I hope you liked it!-

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[girl-next-door-writes]

Hello? Hi. Can I just clarify something? Was it you who was writing that Star Trek fic, I think it was ScottyxReader, Tell Me When or something like that? I've been looking for it for an entire week and I can't find it, that's all. If it's not yours then I'm sorry to have bothered you :)

It is mine!!! I am working on the next part right now actually. You can find it in my master list sweet anon xx

[ghostgirlvii]

prompt idea for your scotty/reader fic (if you're still taking them of course): you're injured/sick and have to stay in sickbay for a few days (doctor's orders), and scotty visits you to make sure you're okay

There you go anon, http://archiveofourown.org/works/5654461

It’s small. Really short fic. Maybe it’s good, maybe it’s awful. But thanks for the prompt anyway :D i hope i didn’t disappointed you

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[illogicallydelicious]

Scotty x Reader

So instead of doing work or the requests I have piled up, I decided to write this thing.

Rated: Not even T I don't know how to rate it.

Words: 444

Summary: You and Scotty skip work and get caught by Jim.

        Jim had walked down to the engineering deck to check on Scotty, who wasn’t answering his communicator. Jim was just checking on everything after an unusually slow day, and when Scotty didn’t answer, Jim finally had something to do. He hoped Scotty was alright, but he convinced himself someone would have contacted him if he wasn’t. Maybe Scotty had just lost his communicator or was really concentrating on his job.

        “We should get back to work,” you giggled as Scotty backed you up to a tank. You could feel the cold metal through your dress, but you didn’t mind; your attention was on Scotty. His arms were around your waist and he was planting small kisses down your neck. “It’ll be fine, everything’s taken care of,” he said in his thick accent. Because it was a slow day and you couldn’t resist, you gave in and pulled him up to kiss you. His hands moved to your hips and you put your arms around his neck.

        Jim rounded the corner, searching for Scotty. He wasn’t where he usually was, and almost nobody in engineering had seen him leave. Jim had to find him on his own. Normally, all he had to do was listen for his accent, but for some reason Scotty was quiet. He could usually be heard yelling from across the room. Down another corner or so, Jim stopped in his tracks, regretting his decision to look for Scotty. Clearing his throat for attention, Scotty looked up from you in surprise.

        “Captain,” you squeaked, blushing and hiding your face on Scotty’s shoulder. You cursed under your breath as Scotty acknowledged the captain’s presence. Jim smirked, “I’m glad you’re finally getting some action, Scotty, but I can’t have you missing out on status reports.”

        “Aye, sir.”

        “Well then, back to work you two,” he grinned. You saluted and watched as he left. After he was out of sight, you smacked Scotty’s chest, making him jump. “Hey! What was that for?”

        “That was for missing a status report and getting us caught.” You weren’t scared Jim was going to do anything about this, but the feeling of getting caught skipping work made you uneasy.

        “I didn’t know he was going to call for a status report! And I can’t help it if I love being with you,” he defended. You shook your head, “Nope. I’m mad at you,” you tried not to smile, but your effort was useless. “Okay, fine I’m not mad,” you sighed, “ but we need to get back to work.”

        “Alright,” he groaned. You grinned and kissed him one more time before grabbing his hand and dragging him back to work.

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Hi there!! Can I please have AOS Scotty and number 30?

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In which the two of you discuss the latest experiment

„You know“ you said, clearly weighing the options before you. „Could be worse.“

Scotty had his arms crossed in front of him, his scrawny build leaning against the jeffries tube behind him.„Lass, I’m really interested in how yer gonna explain this to the captain.“No one was angry, as this was clearly nobodies fault.„The captain should now that spontaneous combustions are to be expected when you stick your science and engineering teams together.“The scotsman lifted an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. You let your eyes wander from the mess in front of you and to the group of Ensigns in a distance safe enough to not be in any imminent danger and close enough to listen in on everything that was gonna be said.„I’m not convinced.“ the engineer drawled and kicked the mess in front of him carefully with a boot. „Ya know, something like this could get ya stranded in exile.“„Oh, that’s something you know about for certain“ you smirked and gave him a sideway glance. The fire gave his hair a clear reddish tint and lightened up his eyes. You loved it.„As a matter of fact, lass, I do.“ he furrowed one brow. You could not help but laugh a bit. What a mess.„Scotty! Y/N“ the captains voice boomed down the corridor, followed by his steps and, at last, his sudden stop.The blond haired man did a full stop in front of you, almost turned on his heels and examined both your faces and the burning mess in front of you.„Please tell me it’s not the portable phase discriminator I wanted you to work on.“ he sighed the deep sigh of someone in dire need of a scotch, raided from Chekov locker.„Y/N wants to tell ya that’s what happens if ya, I quote, ‚stick your science and engineering teams together‘, Captain.“You glowered at the engineer, then straightened up and cleared your throat.„Well, Sir. Yes, it is on fire. But only a little bit. You can still use it.“ you began, watching the corner of Scottys lips twitch treacherously.„But it does discrimante phases.“„Lass, it does not discriminate, it transforms. From solid to burned.“„Same thing.“

The captains blue eyes watched your verbal exchange as if watching a particularly interesting sports match.„Should I leave this for the two of you as a candle for the date you’re having here?“ now there was definitely amusement  glinting in his eyes. Scotty turned red and you felt heat emanating from your own cheeks. The Ensigns at safe distance  snickered loudly.„And you“, the captain raised his voice again.„The whole team clean up this mess. Scotty, Y/N. I want you to stick your heads together and find a solution. One that does not burn.“

A deep sigh followed and he mumbled: „I’m off to the bridge.“

„See.“ the scotsman turned around, casually nodding toward his office. „Told ya. Let’s get to work.“Maybe it was the fire but you were pretty sure you could see a smile in the corner of his mouth.

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 Kiss Six: Tipsy Kiss - Mongomery “Scotty” Scott: Star Trek

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You always loved being invited to the engineering parties. They were always filled with great people and great drinks that knocked everyone on their asses the next day. You lounged against the makeshift bar, a loose drunk smile on your lips. You watched the party, people talking and dancing. Letting go and forgetting all the stress this mission caused, even if it was just for a few hours.

You snapped your head to your right side when you sensed another body next to you. “Scotty,” you beamed and he snapped his head towards you a bright grin taking over his features.

“Lass, I’m glad you made it! Would you like a scotch?”

You nodded, “as long as it’s from your cabinet.”

He smiled and shook his head, “You think I bring one of my bottles here? Then you’ve gone daft. That’s all back at my cabin.”

“Later then,” you leaned in closer to him so your noses were no more than several inches apart.

“Later,” he agreed. He let out a short chuckle his eyes never leaving yours. “Lass, have I ever told you how pretty I think you are?”

It felt like your heart had stopped and was drumming a mile a minute at the same time. “No,” you giggled helplessly, a blush creeping up your cheeks. “I don’t think it’s ever come up.”

“Well, I do. And I think you are awfully smart for understanding all that gibberish that you and Doctor McCoy babble on about.”

“Yeah,” you asked leaning even closer, it was almost like being pulled into a star. “Well, I think you are really pretty,” Scotty let out a guffaw, tossing his head with the sudden burst. “And the way you talk about this ship, it’s like poetry.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed. You let your eyes flick from his lips back up to his eyes and he did the same. “You wanna kiss me?” You tilted your head to the side, starting to giggle.

“Only if you let me,” he leaned closer to you and you could smell his cologne, and the whiskey on his breath. You pressed your lips up into his and he brought up a hand behind your head pulling your closer. You pressed your tongue against his lips and he obliged, moving his other hand to cradle your face gently. Your own hand coming up to latch onto his forearms.  You hummed in content as you both took your taste of each other.

Finally, the need for air drove you apart. Your breath mingled between you as you only pulled apart a few inches. “You know,” you rasped, “I could really go for that scotch.”

Scotty grinned, chuckling, still breathless. He moved his hand from your cheek to take yours, “let’s go then.”

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One Jump - Part 5

A/N: Less mutual pining. Time spent alone. Time spent running. It’s a murdering heat here, so I blame every spelling error on that (pls call me out if you see something especially atrocious)

Story: Reader grew up on a planet that’s basically Tatooine in Star Trek. She’s a thief and tried to steal from the wrong Starfleet-Officer, getting herself stuck on the Enterprise.

3500 words. @eufeme now definitely rubbing off on me

Soundtrack is “Leaves in the Wind” by Voltaire

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The transporter beam set you down just outside the city - sand and wind almost immediately clawing at your clothes and gripping for your hair. You coughed and looked around until your eyes found Mr. Scott. You grinned up to him.

The captain had sent someone this morning to do a bit of clothes shopping for the two of you - with Scottys starfleet uniform he’d stuck out like a sore thumb with where you planned to take him. Now he was clad in a simple shirt, dark brown trousers and good leather shoes. A shawl hid most of his face from the dust. You had your hair tied together and wore a similar outfit. You knew it was all a bit too tidy and neat and expensive, but at least tidy would only be a matter of time.

„Let’s get inside, Scotty.“ you said, pulling your own shawl closer around your face. „It’ll be better once we get inside the city walls.“

Much as a counterpart to your time on the Enterprise it was you that lead the dance this time - and he was committed to follow you. What a stark contrast this was - being on that sterile ship, that steel behemoth in one moment - and then in the blink of an eye you were back with the ground beneath your feet, real gravity pulling at your muscles. Familiar scents crept up on you and made you feel like home in an instant. There were spices in the air and warm sand. The faint smell of the scotsmen next you and the overwhelming sensation of a thousand people living and breathing here. A small weight seemed to fall of your heart - no matter how bad you had it down here, you knew this place and it’s nooks and crannies better then anything. The chief engineers voice rumbled next to you as you walked down the main street without any apparent goal: „What’s our plan, lass?“

„Headin’ home,“ you answered and prompted him to follow you, „see if anybody’s ransacked the place while I was on vacation“ - that was a word you’d never used before. How fast people changed. How fast you had changed in only a couple of days.

„Ya got a flat here?“

„Sort of.“ you glanced up at him and smirked. „Now let’s go.“

To Mr. Scott it turned out that ‚flat‘ was an understatement in that it was more of a house. ‚Yours‘ , on the other hand, was an overstatement as it was more or less just unattended by it’s current owners.

The furniture was run down and old, white sheets covering whatever you didn’t need or use and dust collecting in corners and behind doors - the place had certainly been neglected since it’s old owner died. That was until you had discovered the place - hidden away from the usual fuss of this city in a quiet corner where people seldom walked past it was perfect for your endeavors and much better then the occasional bridge you had slept under. Not to mention that one time you had taken shelter in an abandoned sewer. The smell still haunted you in your darkest nightmares.

„Welcome at my place, Mr. Scott. Make yourself welcome.“

His gaze was wary at best, lingering here and there. He did not talk, but followed you quietly inside.

„There’s a kitchen.. or a bath, you kinda decide.“

He nodded slowly, still not saying anything. Perhaps the way you lived - primitive in comparison to the luxuries on the starship - shocked him? You tried sneaking glancing at him now and then, but he was unreadable to you as long as he wanted. Whatever he felt or thought hidden behind some stoic scottish demeanor.

„And upstairs there’s a place to sleep.“

Something upstairs thumbed and you felt your ears perk up. Ah yes.

„That..“ you began, just as your best friend stumbled down the stairs with a loud ‚Oi!‘ „Is my best friend, Keira.“ A grin spread across your face and dared separate the lower part of your face from the upper part as soon as you saw her.

She was huge for a woman - at least 6.2. A strain of long black curly hair fell into her face as she jumped down the stairs and she put it back behind her ear in an negligible fashion. A smile tugged at her lips while  her face wore an equal expression of surprise and curiosity. Her eyes were dark pools with a faint light in them - as if stumbling upon water in a cave with the sunlight straying in unexpectedly. She was a ray of sunshine trapped with you on this planet between dust and mold.

„Where’ve you been, Y/N? I thought Butcher got you.“ barely hidden relief tainted her voice as she spoke up.

„He did,“ you snickered and flung yourself into her arms, hugging her close. Yes. This felt like home. The one and only home you ever had.

„It’s a long story, i’ll tell you everything later. I promise.“

„You better do. If Butcher and that cardassian slime worm Malik hear you’re back again…“

You interrupted her with a dismissing wave of your hand, instead nudging with your head into the direction of your starfleet companion.

„I have seen him. I’m not blind, Y/N.“ she rolled her eyes, then crossed her arms in front of her breasts.

„Montgomery Scott, Ma’m.“, for a second you thought he’d salute, but then he just bowed gently. That man was completely wastes on this planet. On you. A hint of bitterness rose somewhere in your brain but you pushed it back as fast as it had appeared.

„Good gracious gods he’s starfleet.“ her gaze flickered over to you. You shrugged unapologetically. „You’re into starfleet types now?“ - „Am not.“ it was your turn to roll your eyes, instead of answering going to wander off to a basket of stale bread that seemed left from yesterday.

„Then you won’t mind, if I…“

A hard gaze from you shut her up in an instant, but only for a second and to take a deep breath to laugh.

„Of course.“, she turned around to Scotty: „Well, Scott, welcomein the forgotten corner of the galaxy.“

Your plan was easy. Go into the auction house where they stored ‚whatever-it’s-round-and-shiny‘-Type-D, steal it, deliver it to the arranged meeting point and say goodbye to Kirk and his Enterprise.

The captain’s plan however, was not that easy, and he and the rest of his trim virate seemed intent on making this one the one you had to follow: Get into the warehouse, at the time of an illegal auction, disguise yourself as potentials buyers and buy the damned thing. According to his first officer this was the safest way to acquire said item.

You disagreed, of course, and an hour long discussion broke out until Kirk had sided with his first officer.

Something about breaking into an illegal warehouse with illegal wares acquired by criminals being too dangerous.

„That’s … ambitious.“ Keira stated cautiously after you’d informed her of the overall idea.

„If anything goes wrong, Captain will beam us out in an instant.“, Scotty leaned back in his chair carefully, his face stern and thoughtful. You glanced his way, remembering with a flash of hot red blood to your cheeks his stern and less thoughtful face from the night before. The low rumble of his voice at your ear and his lips on your hair. Concentrate, Y/N. You’re gonna get yourself killed.

„I don’t see why they don’t get you out like this anyway.“, Keira threw you a side eye.

„Something about starfleet regulations“ you answered, ignoring her pointed look.

„And now where’s my role in all of that?“ she lumped her arm over your shoulder and leaned closer. „What can I do for you and Scott?“

You chuckled and nudged her head against yours.

„Get us time, date and entrance to the next auction. I know you can do that.“

You felt Scottys eyes like a physical presence lying on the two you and suppressed a giggle.

„I can do that. But you have to promise me to be careful.“

„Aren’t I always?“ you exclaimed in mock hurt before laughing.

„No. Just no. Anything but … no.“ she shook her head and stretched in her chair, her arm loosely around your shoulder.

„Mr. Scott“, your usual partner in crime directed her next word at your new partner in crime, a lot more stern then before: „If you don’t bring her back in one piece, you’re gonna have to answer to me.“

„I’d never let someone hurt her.“, he said, his voice and eyes surprisingly soft.

„You’ve got it bad for him, eh?“, Keira whispered into your ear when you accompanied her to the door.

„Yeah. No. He’s nice. But. No.“ you replied, blushing.

„Sure, sure.“, she waved and laughed and was gone a moment after that.

The dark haired engineer still sat in his chair in your kitchen when you came back, feet stretched out on the sandy ground beneath the table and leaned into it comfortably. He watched you as you walked in, expression unfazed. „Ya know when she’ll be back, lass?“, he asked. Two long strides brought you over to his chair. You cocked your head. „At least two cycles on this planet. Which should be 3 days on your ship.“ He raised his eyebrows in an expression of surprise. In fact he looked so surprised that it made you burst out with laughter.

„What. You thought they were waiting for us with that auction? We should be glad if they haven’t sold your whatever in the meantime.“

A small smile tugged at his lips at that and he unfolded his arms in front of his chest. The engineer stretched out his right arm and beckoned you to come closer - a gesture you gladly agreed too, closing that last distance and stepping over his legs. He slung his arm around you as you straddled his lap, his own smile now mirroring on yours.

„Mr. Scott, I wouldn’t have expected that from you.“

„Aye“, he answered and leant forwards to press a hushed kiss on your lips. „We all have our little secrets, lassie.“

„How are we two possibly going to pass the time, huh?“, you whispered, gently moving your hips against his, lips tasting his warm skin.

Keira didn’t need two cycles, but four in total. Which accounted to 6 days on the Enterprise.

Six days of her dropping in on occasion, leaving you with food, new clothes and bits of information.

And six days of Scotty reporting to his Captain on your progress.

But also six days of you two laughing and talking. Six days of entangled limbs on entangled sheets. Six days of getting lost in earnest dark eyes, searching your face for something. Something you didn’t know or he didn’t find. Or maybe he did find it and just didn’t talk about it. There were six days to spend together were you offered him to just go back to the ship, you’d call whenever you were ready, but he was determined to stay although you knew how anxious he was about his ship. You would forever remember how his calloused fingers felt when they touched the soft skin of your thighs. The little kisses he planted on your neck and his soft whispers at night. He was a gentleman to the bottom of his heart - a bit old fashioned at times but good natured and likeable. And every day made you dread the moment Keira would return with news of the auction.

It was at the evening of the sixth day when Keira practically leapt into the house, remarked „Glad you’re dressed this time“ with a hushed voice as soon as she saw you and closed the door behind her a little bit too fast.

Shrugging unapologetically you grinned at her, but that grin faded fast.

„Any news?“

„Good and bad“, she responded and tore the shawl from her face and a coat off her shoulders.

„There’s a auction tomorrow evening. I got the password, the location, you just need to bring the money.“

„Brilliant!“ Scotty said, straightening up in his chair.

„Yes.“ Keira stretched that word a little too much. You had been working with her for such a long time, you knew something was up. Catching up on your raised eyebrows and concerned expression, she shook her head ever so slightly.

„It’s the slime worm. He knows you’re back.“

You let out the ugliest ‚Ugh‘ in human existence - if someone had emptied a bucket of maggots right over your head you couldn’t have been any more disgusted.

„Lass. May I ask what yer problem with him is?“

„He’s got some mad delusions about me owing him money.“

„Your ‚lass‘ here“, Keira began, much to your general annoyance, „had been on a run with him a while ago.“

„Oh, that was three months ago!“ you exclaimed. „Really. There’s not much to it and he is clearly overreacting.“

„I can only imagine“, mumbled Scotty deadpan - which prompted a chuckle from Keira.

„Maybe I got a bit carried away with dividing the loot in my favor, but that is surely nothing to hold a grudge over.“

„He wants to fucking murder you,Y/N.“

„As I said, Scotty, completely overreacting.“

Despite your ardent affirmation of Malik ‚slime-worms‘ utter madness you somehow got the impression that Keira and Scotty were silently but amicably siding against you.

„Does he know we’re here?“, you asked instead of delving into the topic further.

„Sadly - yes.“, as if there was a secret prompt you didn’t know about there was a tumult a little down the street - some shouting and bellowing. Voices a tad bit too strained for your taste. A bit too familiar too.

„Shit.“, you summarized, jumping into action immediately.

„I know where we’re gonna go. Scotty. Grab your stuff we’re outta here through the back door.“

Scotty was fast and efficient but obviously uncomfortable, grabbing his phaser from the table and hastily gathering the few belongings he had down here. The both of you needed less then a minute - needless to say the increasing volume and general direction the noise was taking helped a great deal along to get the two of you up to speed.

„Backdoor, backdoor.“ you muttered, grabbed his hand and led him past the kitchen into an inconspicuous storage room.

„This shelf here.“, you braced your shoulder against a dusty old thing that looked like it would fall apart by being looked at and started to push. It was surprisingly heavy, probably because it was screwed to a reinforced hidden door. The engineer pushed you away - ‚out of the way, lass‘ - and opened it within seconds. Keira used the opportunity to push a crumbled note into your hand and peck a kiss on your forehead. „Be careful.“

You smiled and opened your mouth to say something as fists knocked heavily on the front door. The backdoor closed behind you and for a second darkness engulfed you and Montgomery Scott.

As your eyes slowly attuned to the sudden absence of bright daylight it became obvious that the path in front of you was neither as dark as Montgomery Scott had first thought, nor as abandoned as it had seemed by the heavy going door.

„Keira and I have used this way occasionally to get in and out for jobs“, you whispered and started heading down the path. Scotty did not try to get any more details of the jobs you were referring too - he’d probably not wanted to know anyway.

He simply stated: „Yer livin’ dangerously.“ and left it at that. You were not sure wether you could feel a faint bit of judgement in his voice.

That’s why you answered: „It’s not easy living here, you know, Scotty“ and felt like an idiot the second after you had muttered your rebuttal. He said nothing and although it was not pitch black and you could comfortably make out the path before you, it was too dark to read the features on his face next to you.

„Keira and I… grew up without parents. There’s not much of a job here for you if you got no one and once those in charge know your face, it’s over for you anyway.“ you babbled on, listening horrified to yourself as you spilled whatever your brain wanted to make clear to him without as much as a second thought.

„And…“ you stopped dead in your tracks in a moment, looking up at him. You gritted your teeth. „Well, it’s not like any starfleet officers come down here to collect orphans from the street.“ that last sentence felt completely uncalled for and bitter and like acid on your tongue. You took a deep breath and brushed past him, but his heavy hand landed on your shoulder within seconds.

„Lass.“, he began and before you could say anything else: „Y/N.“, softer now, careful again like in the beginning when you still had to get to know each other. „I dinnae judge ya. Ya’ve had it bad down here. I understand.“, he took a deep breath. Now he was the one gently pushing you forward, not forgetting the threat that was quite possibly behind you. „I wasnae there, ye know. Never been an orphan.“ he pushed you around a corner, his hand still heavy on your shoulder. „Maybe .. if ye want… ye can come aboard the Enterprise. Ye’r smart. Ye’r quick with yer fingers.“

The both of you came to a sudden halt before a door and you stared up at him. For a moment every thought of danger was pushed away by a sudden feeling of hope - and then crushing guilt as you thought of Keira. Leaving her behind? You turned away from him and pushed the door open, stepping into a dark room - only illuminated by a few rays of light sneaking it’s way through the cracks of a wooden door over your heads. A staircase made of sandstone. Boxes scattered lay on the floor with silken clothes draped over them as if dismissed. „Let’s go upstairs“, you said, carefully closing the door behind you and giving him a wry smile. „And,“ you said and turned around for a second, „please let me do the talking, Scotty.“

The room you entered had all the telltale, a bit over the top cliché signs of a brothel: Dimmed lights and red silks, cushions, drinks and men and women in barely any clothing at all.

„Y/N!“ bellowed a voice through the room, startling more then one person - yourself included. It took you a moment to process the hulking figure coming over to you before you could exclaim: „Theri! What a pleasure to see you! How long has it been?“

The huge hulking figure turned out to be the largest Andorian Montgomery Scott had ever seen - the color of his skin like a lagoon at night and features that looked as if they were cut out of a tree stump by an untalented carpenter.

„20 cycles.“ he seemed unimpressed by your jovial behavior.

„Yes, yes. Far too long.“

„Or too short.“, he stopped only a few inches in front of you, his chest nearly touching yours. You had to crane your neck upwards to look into his face. You had always had the impression that his antenna were watching you like a second pair of eyes. A very very very odd and slightly disturbing pair of eyes, to be quite honest.

„What did she do?“ - the question was out of the chief engineers mouth faster then you could step on his food - which you did anyway and earned you a short yelp. Theri on the other hand looked downright gleeful.

„We agreed on never talking about it again, if she never turned up again.“ he said, his eyes still locked with yours.

„Look, Theri. We’re both reasonable people.“

Both him and Scotty snorted.

„Well, you are a reasonable person and you know I’m gonna make it up to you. The whole… incident here. It’s not gonna happen again, you know.“

He clicked his tongue.

„Whatever you’re planning…“, he began, the look of a man on his face that was weighing his options on how to best get rid of an impudent rat he found in the kitchen, snout in his dinner.

„I want half of it. Over the next half year.“

You suppressed a groan, but nodded.

„Okay, okay, we have a deal - we have a room for the night?“

Scotty opened his mouth as if to protest and you nudged him hard in the ribs. Theris eyes moved over to the engineer for the first time during your conversation, giving him a quick once-over before shrugging it off.

„You pay extra for additional services. And no stunts.“

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One Jump - Part 4

A/N: Aw yeah. I’m back in business. I have two more party planned to wrap this up. This part has mutual pining. The way to Scottys heart is through the Enterprise.

Story: Reader grew up on a planet that’s basically Tatooine in Star Trek. She’s a thief and tried to steal from the wrong Starfleet-Officer, getting herself stuck on the Enterprise.

3000 words. @eufeme rubs off on me....

Soundtrack is “A whole new world” from “Aladdin”. You have been warned.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You finally woke hours later - your room empty and the ship humming lowly. The fever was gone and, just as the doctor had promised, you felt a lot better. No bethaoizdan fleas anymore, you guessed, carefully lifting yourself into an upright position. Your head was still buzzing and someone - the one. the engineer. - had thankfully positioned a glass of water just next to your bed. Of course the water helped. „Great, now I owe him something.“, you muttered under your breath, then, after your head cleared enough, you got up an carefully stretched. You looked around the blank walls lacking any kind of personal touch. „And now?“ Silence.

Someone brought food a little while later, but had - despite considerable efforts charming him - nothing to say about your situation. You spent some time examining the funny texture of the stuff before you ate it, not because you felt like an ape from the stone age, but because you had nothing better to do. Again time slogged along without you participating in it’s passing. It was a boring, dull experience that made you wish for Mr. Scott or the Doctor reappearing. Your hopes rose as your door opened once again, but ti was just another faceless person clad in a red uniform to you. He handed you a grey dress - same uniform the others wore, minus the colour. „Did I get a promotion during my absence yesterday?“ you asked jokingly, but where only greeted with a nonchalant smile. „Yeah, please don’t be overbearing or something like that.“, you rolled your eyes. „I’m dying with all the attention here. Gonna get a heart-„ but the doors had already closed behind you again. „Damn it.“ you mumbled.

By the time the door opened for the next time you had already examined every nook of your quarters and finally resigned to lie in your bed in your new dress, slightly uncomfortable with the way it left your knees unprotected and nearly bored to death. „Y/A“ - Captain Kirks presence filled the room as soon as he entered it. No wonder he was captain of a ship. He had charisma and his beaming smile probably had won over more diplomats and women then anyone could count. Sly bastard. He was followed by his loyal entourage - the vulcan - a species you’d had rarely contact with so far - the dark haired doctor on his other side and even Mr. Scott trailing along. „Ah, hm, Captain!“ you sat up and gave him your most charming smile in return. „Do I have to say ‚Sir‘ in return or have I not yet been enlisted?“ He smiled - well, a bit, and shook his head. „No one is going to enlist you, we’ve got regulations after all. Freedom of will being one of them.“ „At least when it comes to enlisting,“ mumbled the Doctor next to him. He was only barely audible, but Kirk threw him a stern look nonetheless. „That was highly unnecessary,“ the vulcan added in his neutral voice. „Good god you’re bickering like an old married couple.“ you giggled and you could swear that Mr. Scott was smiling at you. „Not that our relationship status should be of much concern to you, young lady.“ he smiled again. It was very difficult to be angry with him for keeping you on the ship. „As you have more pressing concerns right now.“ „Ah, the trial. Bring it on. I am prepared.“ you crossed your legs and smoothened the fabric of your grey uniform with your hand. The scotsman, who had been quiet for the whole time so far, frowned. „There’s no trial.“, Kirk responded and crossed his arms in front of his chest. „Not yet.“ „Although it is worthy to note“, that was the vulcans voice again - stern, eyeing you suspiciously. „That we found 53 offenses in 14 different cities on the planet. Captain Kirk has decided to not follow through with local law.“ „Which, if I may cite my first officer, is ‚highly illogical‘. But being the situation as it is I suppose most of the local courts are not opposed to being bribed.“ „Yes, the concept of institutionalized exchange of goods to avoid persecution of the law is rather … interesting.“ „Thank you, Mr. Spock“, Kirk interfered and a smile tugged at his lips again. „I propose a quid pro quo.“ Meeting your blank stare, he explained further: „We are looking for a peculiar piece of equipment on the planet you haven’t gotten the chance to steal yet.“ You did your best to look mortally offended at his suggestion, but gestured him to yes please keep going on. “Mr. Scott here would fill you in on the details, tell and show you what to look out for. Then you’d acquire the equipment for us.“ Mr. Spock felt it necessary to intervene: „By legal means of course.“ „Yes - and after we have the equipment we need, you’re free to go wherever you want.“ Somehow you felt that the Captain wasn’t as opposed to get what he needed by other means if necessary as his first officer was. Something in your brain tried to pinch you, but you didn’t quite get it. „Why me?“ you asked and quickly followed your question up: „I mean, yes, I can do that for you. Sounds like a fair deal and you starfleet types are way too ‚by-the-book‘ to shy out of that. But why me? You’ve got a ship full of people. You’ve got Mr. Scott here, who is I guess married to this thing. Why me?“ Kirk chuckled and the Doctor at his side smiled amused. „Let’s just say that I see a worthy local guide and I think we’re going to need someone able to navigate the more delicate places down there.“ He rubbed his hands together and looked satisfied now. „With that sorted out, I’ll leave you to Mr. Scott.“.

Mr. Scott and you eyed each other cautiously. You had not forgotten how nice he’d been to you - but neither had you forgotten that he was the reason you were stuck here in the first place. He in turn looked at you like one would look at a wild cat - a tense beast where one had reason to be mindful of every move. „Well, Lass,“ he shuffled with his feet and cleared his throat. „Better follow me to Engineering then. Captain’s given you clearance to move around the Enterprise“ he opened the door and gestured for you to leave the room, then added: „To a certain extent.“

The Enterprise was a whole new world - more than a city really, more than a ship, it was a little planet in itself and the warp core was its living beating heart. Mr. Scott explained the shifts, that you were in Beta right now and pretty late already. He then gave you a general rundown of the most important bits of the ship - mess hall („Yes, Lass, we’re goin’ to go there. Yes, you can get everything ya want. No. Not now.“), lift („Ya’re restricted to certain decks, don’t try, otherwise we’ll know.“) and the ships belly - engineering. Even there you weren’t allowed to go just everywhere, but it was a good enough start. He showed you the main engineering room, his rough hands stroking over the warm metal. Where others may have seen an inapt sexuality - but you saw a gentle devotion there, an intimate worship that went beyond physical.

You were in fact sitting on his desk, careful not to touch any buttons by accident, your legs dangling from the edge, leaning slightly forward while listening to his rundown of the main reactor.

You were slightly suspicious that Captain Kirk had perhaps not in mind for you to learn the whole manual of the warp core, but since the alternative was to sit alone and brooding in your room, this was you’d complain about. It was also nice to learn something about this ship. At least that’s what you told yourself. „ … and tha’s how ya modulate the subspace bands.“ he finished and looked up, making a hushing gesture to get you off of his desk. You jumped down, smirking up at him. „All that talk has made me hungry, Mr. Scott.“ „Ach…are ye ever not hungry?“ he lifted an eyebrow and grinned at you. That was a new one, you thought and then shrugged. „Don’t think so, Mr. Scott.“ „Then follow me, Lass. Jus’ wanted ta give ya a short introduction anyways. We’re getting to the real work tomorrow.“ You shot him an side eye but said nothing. „And Lass…“ „Yes?“ „It’s Scotty for ya. Just good ol’ Scotty.“

While eating with him you learned that he was in fact rather easy going - other crew members would regularly come up to the table you were sitting at, greeting him and throwing you curious glances. With your grey uniform you stuck out like a sore thumb. He was called „Mr. Scotty“ or „Scotty“ depending on the person. The younger those addressing him were, the most likely it was for them to be more formal around him. You even heard the occasional „Sir“. Food was good - better then a lot of stuff you’d had before and since you could choose your dinner it was even to your taste. „Ya’ve ever been on a ship before?“ You shook your head while simultaneously stuffing the last bites of food into your mouth. „Nah… Never been off planet before.“ He just nodded, silently, and watched you finishing your plate. „Ya know we got someone to clean the plates. Ya don’t need to do it here.“ For a second you just stared at him, then broke into laughter. „You know, for an uptight starfleet type you’re surprisingly funny.“ He laughed with you.

At the start of that Gamma shift you lay awake for a while before falling to sleep. Staring at the ceiling with the lights dimmed down. Turning around every now and then. Yeah. You were definitely taking this pillow with you.

„And that’s how you decide if it’s an Type A or a Type B modulator, lass…. lass… are ye even listening to me?“ You snapped back to attention, cleared your throat and tried your best to look innocent. „Sorry, Mr. Scott.“ He had been pushing facts about gadgets and machinery and even physics in your head for the last 3 days and sometime around noon yesterday, you had felt how your brain had basically shut the flood gates and resigned to nodding along and staring at him. Which you had enjoyed quite a bit. The staring, not the nodding part. Whenever he picked something up you had the opportunity to ogle at a very fine backside in those black trousers and there was no denying that his broad shoulders were filling his uniform just perfectly. Not that you would’ve said something like that aloud. „…listening?“ So much for snapping back to attention. „I’m sorry… it’s just…“, you sighed, got off your chair and stretched. „I’m someone employed in commodity trading..“ „Ya mean petty thief.“ „…not an engineer. It’s all been a bit much.“, you finished and shrugged, no biting at his remark. „Don’t have ta be an engineer to get this, come over.“ you followed order and stepped up to his side. „Look, if ya turn it around…“ „They both look the same. They’re identical. I swear you’re making that up.“ „‘am not.“, he sighed, a deep furrow appearing on his brow.

Handing you over the item he grabbed one of your hands and took it in his.

„Look“, the engineer muttered and his calloused fingers rubbed against the back of your hand as he gently pushed your hand over the smooth metal. „Feel that concave there?“. You nodded, prefering to better not say anything right now.

„Now take that“, without letting go of your hand he took Type A (or Type B?) from your hand and gave you the other one. He slid your hand over the metal once again and you could feel his admiration for the fine piece of machinery in the way he applied gentle pressure, stretched your fingers slightly to show you just how and where the structure bent exactly. Right there you could really imagine those hands doing that somewhere else. Someone seemed to have dropped a hot lump of coal in your belly, where it sank deeper and made your cheeks burn. „I… see, Scotty.“ stumbling over the words you looked up from the thing in your hands and stared right up into hazel eyes, darkening as he met your gaze. For seconds you stood there - just staring at each other like idiots, or like cats still undecided to fight. Finally - it felt like hours. Hours someone used to fill more coal into your body - the engineer let go of your hands, turning around to put everything back in place. „That’ll be all for tonight, Y/N. Ya’re good to go.“

You waited for a moment to see if he would join you for your meal, like he did before. But he busied himself with putting everything back to place and after politeness and hope turned to awkwardness you rushed to get some food alone.

You hastily took your meal with you to your quarters, eating in silence before dimming your nights and staring at that ceiling once more. A deep sigh escaped your throat. Tomorrow was the last day of „training“ and then you were off, back where you belonged and far away from this complicated world. You burrowed your burning face in the pillow.

„Wait a second, Lassie.“ You stopped your trajectory leading you to the mess hall and instead converted that bouncing energy in your step to turn around. „Mr. Scott.. Scotty?“ The engineer smiled at you for a second, putting that thing (Type-I-Dunno-It’s-Made-of-steel) back where it belonged to. If you had to get one of those, you probably wouldn’t find the right one. Well. Their loss. „Would ya come to my office after ya’r meal?“ You nodded warily, waiting for more of an explanation. „Tha’s all, thank ya.“

That was mysterious. At least for Starfleet standards. You choked down some food without even tasting it and proceeded to walk down to his office in engineering, your beating heart suppressing even the Enterprises low hum. He probably just wanted to do some last minute mission briefing. A few more lectures about machinery, or warp chore architecture, maybe another delighting evening of diagrams and techno babble. A last chance to admire his features. „There ya are. Follow me.“, his tone was almost brisk and commanding. It was so unusual, even though you only knew him for a couple of days really, that you followed his step without asking any questions. The scotsman looked as if he were in deep thought as he led you to the turbo lift, typed something on the panel there and crossed his arms behind his back without looking at you. You did consider asking him, but his stern look kept you from inquiring. You had never been in this room before, you knew that for sure. It was almost empty, sprawling at least half a deck wide. You stared in astonishment as you became aware of the fact, that half of the ships hull was transparent, offering a panorama view of your surroundings. „Ya told me that ya’ve never been on a ship before,“ Scottys accent grew thicker as he spoke, rumbling through the words with a deep rich sound that reminded you of a distant storm in the desert. „Thought you’d appreciate the view“, he continued and took your hand, leading you forward, directly in front of the glass. „And here I thought you were going to throw me out of an airlock for being a nunsance,“ you joked. He grinned, but did not respond and instead let go of your hand. „Wait fer it…“ The stars around you turned and it felt as if you were stumbling, your eyes getting the information of sudden movement where your inner ear noticed nothing. It felt like swaying in the breeze and then there it was - a orange ball, bright yellow spots and grey fumes hiding parts of the world beneath your feet. Your breath caught and this time you grabbed his hand, if only to anchor yourself in this reality. „Is this…?“ „Aye“, he squeezed your hand gently. An excited buzz filled your belly, spread through your veins and along your spine.

You wanted to answer something, anything really but words escaped you as the Enterprise took it’s turn around the planet. Something blue shimmered down there and the distant memory of an ocean stirred in your heart, reminding you of the smell of plants and salt and sand under your feet. „Captain’s flying a maneuver right now“, he explained as the planets surface slowly vanished out of sight, was replaced by stars lighting up in the distance. His hand still squeezing yours sent a burning sensation up your arm and a cold shudder down your spine. „I could stay up here forever, Scotty.“ the admission came not easily to you, but up here, far above the sand and the dirts and the cloud it felt relevant to say it out aloud. „We dinnae have forever, but ye can have tonight.“

He was looking down on you and you were staring up. Neither of you said anything, with only the endless sky of the universe rushing past you. Your world shrank down to his eyes and his thumb absent mindedly rubbing over the skin of your hand. Your world faltered into a single second, a moment that stretched into eternity where you got on the tip of your toes and took in the expression of satisfied disbelief as you pressed your lips on his. His sigh was one of relief and in one smooth movement he let go of your hand to pull you into his arms.

„I’ll kill you“, you mumbled in between to kisses. You felt how his lips formed a smile. „Sure, lass.“ The both of you knew there were eyes on you, but neither of you did care. Your fingers wove through his black hair, nesting at the back of his head. There was his body so close to yours - his arms wide enough for you to get lost in his embrace, his smell of cologne and electronics and oil attaching itself to you. „I’ll accompany ya to the surface tomorrow.“, he whispered at your ear. Your heart jolted a little at the thought. „And .. if ye want… dinnae… I’ve a wee something to drink at my quarters an’ maybe ye want to …“ „Shut up, Mr. Scott.“, you kissed him again, making every further explanation futile.

His breast moved up and down as he slept, your fingers sprawled over his skin, touching him while you were lost in thought, slowly drifting away into sleep. He muttered something indistinguishable in his sleep, turning around so that a heavy hand could land on your hip. Maybe, you thought, eyelids heavy. Maybe you should steal something else.

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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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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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10 minute ficlet- The Lift Ride

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The red puddle was growing beneath your extended hand, the blood dripping off your fingertips and steadily towards the metal floor.

The lift was deafeningly quiet as it moved, such a stark contrast from the chaos you'd just been immersed in. So quiet that you could hear your quick pulse in your ears.

When he shuffled beside you it almost startled you, and you knew he was just shifting the weight off his hurt leg.

Slowly lifting your head, you brushed your sludge-matted hair out of your face with your good hand, ignoring the dark stains that were hiding numerous scratches and gouges.

As the lift shuttled downwards, floor after floor, the dread in the pit of your stomach grew, and you knew you had to break the silence. Had to say <i> something. </i>

"Monty?" You whispered, the name leaving your throat as no more than a rasp.

"Hmm?" You saw him shift his weight again out of the corner of your eye and a lump suddenly formed in your throat.

<i> What were you supposed to say to someone when you knew that when these doors open, you'd probably never see each other again? </i>

"I have to tell you something." Your voice was still raspy, but surprisingly stable.

He didn't respond this time. You didn't dare look over at him, you knew that would make the dam inside you break. Instead you looked down at your own shirt, the normally gold fabric spotted with deep red stains, and if the fabric hadn't been torn, you could've guessed they were nothing more than wine stains.

You clenched and unclenched your good fist, the one that was inches away from his, wincing as shots of pain slid up your arm.

You licked your lips. "No matter what we face on the other side of that door, I need you to know..."

You trailed off and looked up again, suddenly panicked as you watched the numbers on the display decrease rapidly, you were almost there. Almost out of time.

"What is i', love?" He prompted, the term of endearment leaving his lips as though he had called you that a million times.

And then the dam broke. But you didn't break down, no, rather it came to your more as a realization. You couldn't tell him. This wasn't the time. It wasn't fair.

"I was the one who drank your coffee."

He gripped the hem of his shirt and shifted again, confused.

"That one day where you'd left it on The Bridge, and came back for it but it was gone. Where you went spitting mad on all of the Bridge crew. It was me. I thought it was mine. I'm sorry."

He exhaled through his nose, as one would have to do if they were trying to laugh while sporting some broken ribs.

"'twas you?" He chuckled.

"Mhm."

There was a moments pause, so your eyes drifted back to the numbers on the display. Any minute now...

There was a brush against your fingers. Then again, until the tips of Scotty's fingers were entwined with yours.

The lump in your throat grew immeasurably and tears pricked at your eyes because of the small gesture.

"How 'bout this, lass? When we're done facin' whatever demons we ha'fta face ou' there, we can go for coffee an' you can repay me for tha' one."

Oh god, you were about to become an inconsolable, blubbering mess of fear.

His fingers tightened around yours momentarily.

"Sound good?" He asked softly.

"Yep." The word was barely audible from your lips.

The lift beeped suddenly, indicating that the doors were about to open.

Oh god, you couldn't do this.

Another small squeeze od Scotty's fingers and you met his whiskey-brown eyes through a watery gaze.

Then, the door slid opened.

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