Not Dreaming of a White Christmas
Summary: Scotty saw enough snow to last a life time on Delta Vega. He could do without plans for another white Christmas.
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek, and so far Santa hasn't left the rights in my stocking
"I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas" - Bah! If Montgomery Scott could transport back through time, he'd track down whoever had written that and deck him down the halls.
It was Christmas Eve and he should be on the Enterprise basking in the warm, soft glow of his beloved engines and sharing a wee nip of scotch with the rest of his engineers. Instead he was stuck on another bloody ice planet freezing his chestnuts off in sub-zero temperatures and huddling in a completely inadequate thermal protection jacket as the sky poured bleeding snow.
He shouldn't even be here. He was the Chief Engineer - that ought to mean he never left the ship except for the occasional shore leave. But no, the Captain had to drag him along on this mission. C'mon Scotty, we'll fill the shuttle with a big container of snow and head right back. It'll be our Christmas gift to the crew. The next time Kirk asked him to leave the ship he was going to chain himself to the engine room control panel and start singing 'I shall not be moved'.
He'd only agreed to go on this fool's errand because after spending so many desolately white Christmases on Delta Vega he had excellent cold-weather survival skills and the Captain might need him (and Carolyn Palamas had sighed wistfully about missing snow on Christmas and before he knew it, Scotty was signing on to provide it. The lass had damn well better be grateful enough to warm him up when they returned). As for now, the Captain almost certainly did need him but he had to locate the nutter first. This stuff's mostly ice. I think there's some better snow over that way. Don't worry, I'll be right back. Right. It had been too long, especially given the conditions.
Scotty adjusted the tricorder with fingers chilled even through heavy duty gloves and brushed snow from the display. One life sign, faint, about three meters away - he ought to be able to see Kirk, but given the weather three meters was at the limit of visibility and if the Captain was down, he was probably already covered in a sheet of bloody snow.
"Scotty!"
He could just see a gloved hand waving ahead and hurried as best he could through the growing drifts. The Captain was half buried and his lips almost blue. "C-c-comm l-lost. F-f-f-foot stuck," he chattered.
Scotty brushed snow away until he could see the boot trapped in an ice fissure. He pulled out a small laser cutter. "Never leave shelter withoot somewhat tha' can melt ice," he said, plying the cutter around the boot and letting the ice sluice away before hauling Kirk up. "Kin ye walk, sair?"
"T-t-try."
He put an arm the Captain to steady him. "Dinnae worry, Ah'll get ye back to the shuttle. But Ah'm tellin' ye, after this, Ah'm quit with walkin' aboot in bloody winter wonderlands."
Kirk nodded, shivering. "N-next year we g-g-get a t-tree."
AN: The temperatures have dropped and despite housing engineers, my building is freezing. Got me to thinking about Scotty and cold.
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