Unfortunately, I do not own Star Trek, only my OCs. Based on the slightly cheekier characters in the remake - set after ST:ID. Please feel free to review - keeps me motivated to write! :)
An Unfortunate Introduction
"Don't ya see what they're doing here, Jim?" Scotty looked exasperated, carrying his Padd under one arm, other arm flailing about as they walked through one of the main halls in the engineering deck of the ship. As for an answer to his question, Jim just tilted his head, as though he knew what was coming next.
"A madman steals one of my inventions – one that I'd been working on for years in that god damn icy space base a million miles away – and Starfleet in all of their wisdom, want to send down an 'advisor' for 'observation'" Scotty stopped to face Kirk at one of the control panels.
"I really don't know why you're so against the whole idea," Jim finally slipped in, eyes twinkling with what anyone would have recognized as mischief. Well, anyone but Mr Scott.
"Are ye sayin'…" Scott started but was soon cut off by a comm call from Mr Spock to the Captain.
"The Engineer posted by Starfleet Headquarters has just been beamed aboard sir. Would you like me to send Commander Alexander down to the Engineering Deck?"
"Yes, escort the Commander if you will, Mr Spock."
"Acknowledged."
Jim smiled at Scotty as he seemed to resign himself to the fact that he would be getting a friend to keep an eye on engineering whilst he was in charge. How lovely. The doors swished open to Mr Scott's office, the room looking like a shrine to kilts and whiskey. Jim gripped the others shoulder.
"You really have nothing to worrying about Scotty. They're here to observe, not stop you from doing what you love."
Scotty, with his back to the door, put his Padd down on the desk and reached down to his drinks cabinet, loudly clinking the two glasses onto the desk surface, whilst rummaging around to find the bottle. He had Romulan ale in mind, a little something he… 'procured'… on an earlier trip, but if it was in here, it was hiding well. The doors almost silently swished open again, Scotty oblivious.
"I'll bet you anything you want Jim, they're sending down some pompous, arrogant old bag, posh accent, never seen a ship in their life to send little reports back to Starfleet behind my back and trying to trip me up on some technicality…" he spun around, an alternative tipple in hand.
"Ahem… Scotty, this is Commander Livia Alexander. Miss Alexander, this is Commander Montgomery Scott." Scotty looked at Jim confused. A new cadet as well as an observer from Starfleet? She was about the same age as him, maybe a year younger, fresh faced. To put it bluntly she was one of the most beautiful specimens he had ever seen. Dark hair and dark eyes framed with long eyelashes – and the palest skin he ever did see on a human.
"Oh aye, and you're working in Engineering now, are you?"
"Oh yes, Mr Scott, I'm the pompous arrogant old bag you were talking about," She smirked a little and dipped her head to acknowledge him.
"Ah…"
Meanwhile in the background of the awkward silence, Jim was trying to contain himself. Even Spock looked vaguely amused at Mr. Scott's predicament. The Captain and his first officer just exchanged glances and then all eyes were on Scotty. Scotty's eyes glazed over as his brain struggled to take in the information just given to him. His mouth with slightly open when suddenly reality hit him like a freight train and his brain went into overdrive: 'Just say something, say anything' he mentally shouted.
"About that…" Great! Was that all my brain could come up with? Scotty thought.
"It's quite alright. I have been posted on your ship to learn from you, Mr Scott. Not prevent you from doing anything. I have helped teach engineering at the academy a few years after I graduated, and it's about time I actually got on a ship," she looked around, "I helped build the Enterprise – your ship."
She then nodded and walked out of the door with Mr Spock – no doubt to find out where her quarters were situated. Jim stood looking at Scotty. Jim "Perfect hair, I'll bed anything female with a heartbeat" Kirk broke out into a childlike grin, hands apart as some sort of apologetic gesture.
"You bastard, you bloody bastard"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Mr Scott," Jim grinned at the Scotsman, making a beeline for the door. Scotty followed.
"You knew she looked like that and you let me call her a pompous arse - in front of her!"
"Arse?" Jim's American accent didn't quite make that word sound right, but he continued, "I though it was 'old bag', but yeah, you probably shouldn't have done that"
The two men were pretty much jogging through engineering now, one trying to catch up with the other, to the bewilderment of the ensigns they were snaking through. Until one asked Mr Scott a question and Jim disappeared into the bodies, most likely nearing the turbolift. Scotty sighed.
"Yes, what's the question, Mr Johnson?"
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