A is for Antiseptic.

McCoy rolled his eyes as he pulled out the tube of antiseptic, handing it over to Scotty. "You are to apply this twice a day, with CLEAN hands, which means no engine grease or anything of the sort on them, you need to have scrubbed your hands before you touch the wound, okay? If you don't, I will hypo-spray you into the next dimension."

Scotty grinned, wincing when his side twinged.
"Yes Doc."

McCoy scowled. "You had better listen to me, not just brush me off."

"Doc." Scotty shook his head. "Ah'd never jus' brush yeh off."

B is for Bashful.

Scotty slid the light blue shirt of a medical officer up and off McCoy's shoulders, kissing the exposed skin as he went.

McCoy groaned, cheeks flushed and eyes near closed, as the engineer kissed his collarbone, a frustrated sigh escaping as he realized Scotty still had his own shirt on.

"Come on Scotty..." he whispered in the man's ear. "It's a little unfair for you to still be wearing a shirt..."

Scotty nuzzled his jaw. "Doc...Mah scars are naugh' a pretty sight..."

"I'm a doctor, I've seen scars before."

"Not like mine, Doc, burns scars are the wors'..." Scotty murmured, looking down to his feet.

"No need to be bashful Scotty."

C is for Coerced.

"Doc, yeh gotta come with meh!" Scotty whined, leaning over McCoy's desk and smiling.

All he got in return was a glare, followed by the good doctor removing his still slightly greasy hand from the pile of paperwork it had come to rest on.

Scotty leaned forward some more, nose nearly touching McCoy's. "Doc~..."

McCoy looked up at him, frowning. "I have paper work to do. And you have a wound to attend to, one which I promised hypo-spraying to eternity if you didn't take care of it I do believe."

"Leonard...Yeh've gottah lighten up! Yeh're work ethic is gonna kill you one day, and ah would prefer to have yeh alive and well."

McCoy sighed heavily, then pushed his paperwork aside and stood. "Alright, but if anyone asks, I was coerced."

Scotty smiled, linking their arms. "Would naugh' say anythin' different Doc."

D is for Drunk.

Their second time together, they were exceedingly, off their asses, no sight of tomorrow because the world's ending today, drunk. Scotty started it, coming to McCoy's room with a bottle of scotch and a few cups, with McCoy grabbing one of his own bottles when that ran out.

Somehow, they ended up on the bed, and somehow, everything managed to work right despite how drunk they had gotten.

The morning after, Scotty had to deal with a sore and hungover Leonard McCoy, who was just a little more sweet to the engineer than to anyone who visited sickbay that day, including a very confused (and shortly sore necked from a hypo-spray) James Kirk.

E is for Engineering.

Sometimes it seemed like there was always something going wrong for engineering, McCoy thought. Sometimes it seemed like Scotty would end up in sickbay almost everyday, with a worried McCoy looking over him. Scotty would sometimes be in there for a gash on his hand, his forehead, his arm, or something much worse, like being unconscious from a piece of metal whacking into his head hard enough to cause damage.

Sometimes all McCoy wanted was for his lover to switch jobs, or at least be more careful.

One time, he'd told him so, while in the middle of wrapping the man's hand in bandages.

"Yeh know Doc, if I were ta switch jobs, I'd be less happeh, and I wouldn' enjoy life so much."

McCoy rolled his eyes, tugging a little harder than needed on the bandage. "Then please, for the sake of my sanity, be a little more careful."

Scotty smiled. "A'hm just glad yeh notice Doc." he whispered as he leaned up, kissing McCoy softly.

No one would talk about the obvious signs of having been kissed that were present on the doctor, nor would anyone notice the spring in Scotty's step as he left sickbay.

Jim Kirk wouldn't tease McCoy about the kiss he'd witnessed, he was just happy that his friend was letting someone in.

F is for Fumbling.

They were in a closet once more, one of the only places they could go to get some time to themselves. Scotty fumbling for McCoy's pants fastening, McCoy fumbling for the edge of Scotty's shirt.

Scotty mumbled something about needing to come out to the captain so that they could have some decent time together, McCoy nodding softly, a whispered "Maybe..." coming out in the almost lightless closet.

They might tell the captain, but only if said man wouldn't reassign either of them.

They knew he probably wouldn't.

G is for Glorified.

"Damn it Scotty!" McCoy howled, anger evident on his face. "I'm a doctor, not a damned machine! You honestly think that I would care that you're in love with someone? We're friends, sometimes bedfellows, but you are free to stop that at any time if you so wished."

Scotty winced, crossing the room quickly. "Ah have somethin' ta say doc."

McCoy scowled, crossing his arms over his chest, breathing heavily as he heart beat fast.

He didn't want to lose this, he didn't want to lose his glorified fuck buddy to some faceless lady who served in engineering with the Scottish man.

"What if I don't want to hear it?" he growled, turning away.

Scotty sighed, finishing the crossing and pinning the good doctor to his desk, hands on his hips and mouth a hairs width away from the warm lips he loved so much. "Ah never said the one ah loved wasn' yeh, now did ah?"

McCoy blinked, eyes flickering down to see Scotty's lips, then back up the the man's eyes.

"Sometimes I really hate how you keep me in suspense."

H is for Hopeful.

When McCoy goes down with the landing party, Scotty is always hopeful that his lover will make it back, that his doctor will get his stubborn ass back to the ship and back to his man.

When Scotty goes down with the landing party, McCoy is hopeful, scared, and angry all at the same time, because he has noticed that the people serving on the ship who wear red shirts are more likely to die.

They're both extremely relieved to see the other once more however, no matter who is the one beaming back up to the ship.

I is for Ignorant.

For a few days after they met, Scotty wasn't sure how to classify what he was feeling when he saw Leonard McCoy.

It made him feel all bubbly inside, a feeling that was taking over his every sense and every waking moment.

It struck him one day when he was in sickbay.

After all, he could only remain ignorant for so long.

J is for Justified.

"Bones, did you have to knock him so far into unconsciousness?"

A sigh, rolled eyes. "Jim, he was babbling and hallucinating, damn it! I didn't want him to have to see his worst fears in the real world like that!"

"Bones, you're hiding something, aren't you?"

"If I'm hiding it, what makes you think I'd tell you?"

"Because you're my best friend, no matter how much of an idiot you can be at times."

"Anyways, back to my hypo-spraying of your head engineer. It was perfectly justified."

"You love him!"

"Damn it Jim, be careful or you're next!"

K is for Kilt.

Scotty bit his bottom lip as he packed his bag, tears sliding down his face quietly.

With a whoosh, McCoy walked into their quarters, steps slowing as he noticed his lover crying.

Heaving a sigh that he didn't really mean, he walked closer, wrapping his arms around Scotty's waist and resting his chin on his shoulder.

"Ah dunno iff'n Ah'll be alright Doc..." he whispered, turning his head so his cheek was against McCoy's.

McCoy nodded. "Your last remaining relative just called you and told you that your father died, it's understandable Monty."

Scotty picked up his kilt, packing it neatly into his bag. "Leonard? What would yeh do iff'n ah told yeh ah didn' want ta go alone?"

McCoy smiled softly, kissing his cheek.

"I would say that you should find a spare bag for me, because I'm not making you face this alone."

L is for Laughter.

All McCoy ever wants to hear is Scotty's laughter.

The stupid old Terran adage about "Laughter is the best medicine" always irritated him. Always has, always will.

Until the day he met Scotty.

All it takes is a few seconds of the other man's laughter to make him feel like there's nothing that can't be done.

M is for Momentous.

It was a momentous occasion when Doctor Leonard H McCoy got engaged again.

People were even more surprised when Chief Engineer Montgomery Scott got engaged.

It was even bigger when everyone found out they were engaged to each other.

But Scotty and Bones just smiled and went on their ways.

N is for Nicknames.

Leonard McCoy's nickname is obvious, it stemmed from what he said to Jim the day they met on the shuttle.

Except for one thing.

He wasn't exactly telling the truth, his ex-wife didn't take everything but his bones, she also left his heart.

Scotty smiles when he hears his nickname from Leonard. Whatever tone of voice the good doctor is saying it in, he doesn't care as long as it's said.

So when Scotty is sitting in engineering, pulling a double shift, and an exhausted Bones comes in, eyes bleary and voice tired, he'll listen as long as his name gets said.

"Monty...Please come to bed soon."

O is for Obsession.

Montgomery Scott had an obsession.

If most people heard this sentence, they would immediately assume that it was his ship, or his office, or maybe even the engine room of his ship.

And if anyone ever guessed these things, he would smile, chuckle quietly, then shake his head, remaining silent about it.

His obsession was known only to himself and his lover, Leonard H McCoy.

Hell, his obsession WAS his lover.

He couldn't go a day without talking to him, without seeing him, without touching him in some way, running his fingers through his hair.

He was obsessed.

But he didn't mind.

Neither did McCoy, he was too busy enjoying his obsession.

Which was a Scottish man in a red engineering shirt, working in the bowels of the ship to keep everything working right.

P is for Pain.

Their first kiss was through a haze of pain, McCoy not even sure if he would remember it later on.

McCoy had beamed down with the landing party, ending up getting a bullet in his side, from a twenty-first century gun with real lead bullets.

All the other doctors being occupied with survivors of the war that they were transporting, McCoy had had no other choice but to try and treat it himself, getting as far as removing a few of the shards before nearly passing out in his office chair, eyes half closed and side bleeding tremendously.

It was then Scotty had walked in, seen the pain the doctor was in, and woken him up to get instructions on how to fix it.

After the wound was cleaned out, sewn up, bandaged and done with, Scotty had kissed McCoy, lips grazing over the others softly, then pulling back.

McCoy had looked at him in confused anger, then demanded he come back and kiss him again, he hadn't quite felt that right.

Scotty argued against it, siting the pain the doctor was in.

McCoy just shook his head, dragging him down and wrapping his arms around the other mans shoulders.

Q is for Quiet.

When it's quiet, they cease to be the people everyone else sees.

When it's quiet, their titles, jobs, all of it, is stripped away.

When it's quiet, they become Monty and Leo, just two men able to curl up in bed together and whisper to the other, or even just not say anything at all.

In the quiet, they can be themselves and just soak in their love for the other one.

R is for Red-shirt.

McCoy had to admit, that he was a lot less worried about his lover when the man wore a different colored shirt.

He often times scoffed at the theory he had made in his head about the red-shirt that most engineering men and women wore, pushing it aside as paranoia.

But the day Scotty wore a blue-shirt as a stand in medical aid, accidents relating to him went down about 99%.

McCoy watched as Scotty stared incredulously at the beam that had come loose from the building they were in.

It had come down swinging, hitting and killing one ensign and injuring another.

But Scotty had still been wearing that blue-shirt.

The beam had come to a stop, a scant few inches from his feet.

The ensigns that had been hit were red-shirt wearers, but Scotty had been wearing a medical shirt.

McCoy went back and looked through his own theory, slightly worried.

"Scotty?"

"Aye Doc?"

"You're not going to be wearing a red-shirt for a while. Stay in that blue-shirt, wear a yellow-shirt, just don't wear or even touch a red-shirt for the next couple of days."

Scotty looked worried for his sanity, but nodded when he noticed the color of the dead man's shirt.

S is for Stolen.

Scotty smiled as he hid in McCoy's office.

He had stolen the man's uniform shirt and ran, turning a corner quickly and then pausing, waiting to hear if the good doctor was following. He was.

Working quickly, he pulled off his own and pulled on McCoy's, smiling wider as he smelled the other man's scent permeating the fabric.

"You know, there are other ways to smell me, however creepy that is, other than stealing my shirt that I was wearing when I'm talking to the captain."

Scotty turned to him, only slightly startled. "Aye, but Ah see no other way ta getcha inta yer office an' away from Cap'n Kirk."

"And why would you want to get me away from him?"

Before McCoy could really blink, Scotty had stolen something else, making his mouth otherwise occupied.

T is for Terminated.

Scotty lay, as he had for the last three months, in the bed in Sickbay.

McCoy had been temporarily removed from his duties, for emotionally compromising himself.

Christine Chapel walked in. "Doctor...The captain says it is time to choose."

McCoy nodded, still looking down at his hands.

"I don't want him lying there, brain-dead, for the rest of his natural life and beyond."

Christine nodded. "Alright."

McCoy stayed where he was, not being able to walk into the other room and watch as his lover's life support was terminated.

His head snapped up as the monitoring machine beeped, and not just telling the man's heart beat.

Rushing into the other room, he grabbed hold of Scotty's hand, whispering "Don't touch anything!"

The monitor beeped again, then once more before Scotty opened his eyes behind his oxygen mask.

"Leo..." came the harsh whisper as the man closed his eyes once more, monitor still showing him as awake.

Kirk smiled from where he was standing with his hand on the machine that had been the only thing keeping the CE alive for three months.

U is for Unbroken.

Scotty watched as McCoy slept, smoothing a hand through the man's hair, brushing dark brown locks back from closed dark blue eyes. He sighed contentedly, a small smile working it's way onto his lips.

It had taken months, he remembered, but he had finally gotten McCoy's heart to be unbroken, as if his ex-wife had never ripped it out and stomped on it.

He lay down, fingers twisting around the sleeping man's, pulling his hand up and kissing the knuckles softly.

He nuzzled the man's chin with his cheek, then lay still, head resting right above his heart.

Here, here he could be unbroken, and here, McCoy could remain unbroken.

V is for Vision.

Scotty laughed quietly, McCoy glaring at him. "Ah'm sorreh Leo, but yeh gotta admi' i's funneh...For all yer admonishin' about being careful with yer eyes, yeh have ta get glasses."

McCoy's glare deepened. "They're only reading glasses, damn it..."

Perched on his nose were a pair of black wire framed glasses, in his prescription, and the current source of his annoyance.

"Yeh gotta be careful Leo, yeh might lose yer vision entirely one day."

McCoy nodded. "...Monty?"

"Ya?"

Suddenly shy, he looked down at his desk. "You'll still be there on that day, right?"

Scotty stopped laughing, eyes going wide. "Of course! Leo, I'll be there no matter wha'!" he leaned forward, placing a kiss on the doctor's cheek. "I'll be there ta help yeh through the dark."

McCoy smiled, adjusting his glasses. "Then I won't mind going blind, as long as you're there."

W is for Working.

McCoy would often be found working hard to catch up to all the paperwork he had to do, eyebrows furrowed and temper snapping like fire, eyes glaring at anyone who dared to interrupt him.

Until Scotty walked in.

Whatever he was working on would be pushed to the side of his desk, making room for Scotty to lift him up and set him there, attached to his lips and cheeks flushed a bright red.

They would head to either one's quarters, where they would do another sort of working.

McCoy had a scary work ethic, but it was blown to dust the moment he saw Scotty.

X is for Xenolinguistics.

Uhura may have been the only person with a degree in Xenolinguistics, but Scotty would bet that McCoy had a better chance of calming someone down when they didn't want to be calmed.

His words came out harsh and rough most of the time, especially when he was angry, but the moment he came across a hurt child, his words would go soft and soothing, making sure the child knew they were okay and that everything was going to be alright.

When Jim Kirk had nearly died during a mission, his voice turned angry, but brotherly and affectionate, worried but mad.

He would swear and curse his way through a couple of sentences, then patch the captain up and send him off again with instructions on how to take care of it.

And when he was alone with Scotty...

The engineer blushed.

When he was alone with Scotty, his voice went smooth and velvety, words chosen specifically for the man. When they were alone, McCoy dropped control of his accent, his Alabama drawl coming through and soothing every nerve Scotty had.

Uhura may be Xenolinguistics officer, but McCoy had a more talented tongue and gift of speech.

Y is for Yelling.

Sometimes they could be heard yelling at each other, mostly right after McCoy had been beamed down and hurt.

Kirk would wince whenever he heard his CMO yelling back and fourth with his CEO, wondering if he should go and separate the two. McCoy would go quiet for a few seconds, and then Scotty would go quiet as well, causing Kirk to sit back down and hope they were okay.

What he never saw was the looks of fear and love that flashed through the eyes of the two men, the anger whenever they saw that someone had dared to hurt the other.

Whenever Kirk heard yelling, he assumed that Scotty was mad about something to do with the transporter, and when he heard McCoy, he always assumed that Scotty had done something almost un-fixable.

But it was Scotty wanting McCoy to be a little more careful, they had taken to patching each other up after missions.

It was McCoy reprimanding Scotty for getting in the way of danger and getting himself hurt.

No one else knew, but the yelling was them showing that they loved the other man, the yelling was a show of worry.

Z is for Zoloft.

Usually, when someone's loved one dies, McCoy would prescribe them Zoloft, to keep them from being depressed.

If that failed, he would administer a sleeping drug in hypo-spray form, to keep them from overdosing and killing themselves.

These two actions were something he never hoped to do to anyone aboard the ship.

Especially when there were three couples to protect besides himself and Scotty.