A/N- Once again, these come from tired minds. I just wanted to go in depth about the sentences.

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek.

Impressed, the One Shot

"I think we should have a birthday party for Scotty!" Captain Kirk stated, which earned him looks from everyone on the Bridge, including Emily.

"Captain, Mr. Scotty may not be appreciative of the efforts," Spock stated.

"Mr. Scott might appreciate it if we got some good Scotch for him…maybe involve…some drinking games…possibly," Emily piped up and she went red, looking down at her PADD, almost trying to lose herself within her works there.

She looked up shyly at them and her eyes darted around at them. "We met on a lunch break. I asked him if he wanted my dad to send him anything. Make sure it's Scottish," she mumbled and quickly began to walk out, only to be stopped by a friendly clap on the shoulder by the captain himself.

The noticeably smaller girl that stumbled forward from the clap on the shoulder and she flushed more. "Good work Lt. Harper!" he exclaimed and she flushed more and almost ran out of the door with a quick 'excuse me Captain'.

That night, the Captain had rounded up everyone on the senior bridge crew (omitting Uhura and Spock) and they were now there. Emily was invited on principle and she looked embarrassed. By the time the party was started, both Scotty and Emily had already started drinking.

Halfway into the evening, Chekov and Sulu made their away in a slightly drunken stupor to their rooms. Emily sort-of looked up and watched them, before shaking her head a little at the two, before focusing back on the drink in her hand. The liquid amber that reflected the lights and she watched the night pass between various drinking games, many of which caused more engineers Scotty had invited to either pass out where they were or go off somewhere to pass out.

At around midnight, Earth time, McCoy went off with a wave, deciding to call it a night. At 2 am, Jim concurred and Scotty looked over at the only slightly tipsy Emily. It was more like she was a little slower and she grinned at Scotty. "Well, it's officially not your birthday any more Mr. Scott," she stated, before looking at her drink again, then it was gone.

He mentally began to think through the night and suddenly smiled back. "I'm impressed lassie."

She looked at him in a confused fashion. "You hold yer whiskey like a Scotswoman!"

She only laughed a little before shrugging slightly.

(yeah, I know…I had to think of something)