Disclaimer: Mr. Spock finds it very illogical for you to believe that I own Star Trek. For the sake of keeping this announcement age-appropriate, I shall refrain from telling him where he can put his logic.
Oh, and I'm working on improving Scotty's accent, so please don't shoot/kill me. I know it fails horribly right now. And I blame this story on one of my friends, a big bottle of Sprite, and cold medicine. This is proof that I should not: a) talk to Cheyenne, b) drink Sprite ever again, c) write while I'm sick, d) watch the new Star Trek movie every day, or e) all of the above. I think the answer is 'e'.
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Something was off, that much was obvious as Chekov, Sulu, McCoy, Scotty, and Uhura ate lunch. First of all, McCoy was eating – well, glaring at and occasionally taking a bite of – a salad, something he rarely, if ever, did. Sulu had asked if he was on a diet, earning a glare and a "Shut your trap" from the doctor. One of the other things wrong was that Scotty, who was usually talking nonstop, had barely said three words the entire time and was simply staring at his sandwich.
"Meester Scott? Meester Scott? MEESTER SCOTT!" Chekov said, causing Scotty to jump and nearly knock over his drink. He had asked the engineer a question five whole minutes ago and had been waited patiently for three before he started calling Scotty's name.
"Yeh dinnae have ta yell, lad," Scotty said, looking away from his uneaten sandwich.
"I asked you a question fiwe meenutes ago. Ees somezing vrong?" Chekov asked, frowning as he looked at him. Scotty and McCoy shared a look, before Scotty looked back at Chekov.
"There's nothin' wrong."
Pavel Chekov may have been young, but he was far from stupid. Plus, Scotty was a pretty bad liar. "Zere ees somezing you aren't telling us, eesn't zere?" he said, giving Scotty this all-knowing look. The engineer swallowed, opened his mouth slightly, and then looked at the doctor. McCoy sighed and mumbled something about them finding out eventually.
"Well," Scotty began, looking like he wasn't quite sure what to say, "there's nothin' wrong…well, nothin' tha' won't go away in nine months, anyway..." Chekov choked on his lunch, Sulu's eyebrows rose higher than Spock's had ever done as he slammed his hand against Russian lover's back, and Uhura grinned widely.
"Congratulations, boys!" she said, smiling at the couple. McCoy simply stabbed his salad once again before shoving the food into his mouth. Scotty grinned at her, obviously glad that he no longer had to keep it secret.
"Zat ees vonderful! Congratulations," Chekov said, jumping up and leaning across the table to hug Scotty. When he let go of Scotty, he began moving towards the doctor, who pointed his fork at the young Russian in a way that clearly said 'touch me and I'll stab you'.
Sulu smiled, putting a hand on Chekov's shoulder once he had sat back down. "Do you know what you're having yet?" he asked them.
"A boy," McCoy said, a small smile on his lips. Scotty nodded his head, silently agreeing as he swallowed the bite of sandwich in his mouth.
"Have you picked out any names yet?" Uhura asked, resting her chin on her palm. They shook their heads 'no', causing Chekov to frown and rub his chin.
"You know, Ivan ees a great name for a leettle boy. So ees Dmitri, Viktor, Pavel…" Chekov continued to list names, mentioning the name 'Pavel' every few names.
"Yeh can stop anytime now, lad," Scotty said. Chekov ignored the comment and continued to list Russian names until Sulu gently nudged him with his elbow. He blushed, flashing the others an apologetic smile.
"What's going on?" Kirk asked, appearing at the edge of the table with a hamburger. Spock was beside him, looking expressionless as usual. Kirk sat down beside Bones, raising an eyebrow at his friend's lunch. "Salad, Bones? You turning into a rabbit or something?" he teased as Spock sat down.
"Ze doctor and Meester Scott are hawing a baby!" Chekov announced, grinning at the captain and first officer. Spock looked indifferent as he took a bite of his lunch, and Kirk leaned back to glance under the table.
"Really? Neither of them looks pregnant," he stated as he looked up at the others. Bones was giving him The Look, so he decided to change the subject. "You know, James and Jamie are great names for kids."
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I'm actually rather proud of this…Must be because of the cold medicine. I'm usually never proud of anything I write. Oh, and if you were wondering, male pregnancy isn't that odd in the future I imagine, which is why none of them seem shocked that two guys are having a baby.
So, the next chapter should be post-birth because I don't feel like writing about Bones being a pregnant bitch that's scarier than normal and makes red-shirts cry more often, no matter how awesome it would be. Reviews are loved and cause me to write faster. The faster I write (or type, whatever), the sooner you get to see adorable little Scones. You know you want to see little baby Scones.