Author's note: So what do you think? Should I do dinner? Let me know!

Scotty was not entirely sure what had just happened. One minute he had been standing there, catching up with Pavel Chekov, who he had not seen for far too long, and the next he had been debating running for cover as a cry of alarm and warning reached his ears.

"Look out, Pavel!" Scotty recognized the voice as belonging to one Hikaru Sulu, and knew from years of serving with the man that anything that could make the reserved navigator shout like that was something to be wary of.

Chekov turned; a second later two half-sized blurs slammed into him. He had all the presence of mind to emit an "Oof!" as he went down.

Scotty stared as Chekov raised an eyebrow at the two girls who were now scrambling to their feet and offering a mix of apologies, greetings, and who knew what else. He remained where he was, uncertain how to react, as Chekov climbed lightly to his feet and began chattering as excitedly as the two girls.

Sulu was smiling as he came to stand beside Scott. He, at least, did not seem to think there was anything unusual about the exchange going on only a few feet away. Slightly reassured by Sulu's apparent lack of concern over the situation, Scotty resigned himself to joining the man in waiting for Chekov to remember he was there.

"You haven't met the girls yet, have you?" Sulu asked as Chekov seemed to suddenly be arguing with the younger of the two girls, a lass with a braid of long brown hair that seemed to be sporting pink streaks throughout it.

Scotty could only shake his head as he tried to decide if that meant that at least one of these girls belonged to one of the men present. He tried to remember if anyone had ever mentioned either man having children.

"Demora." Sulu called, and the older, dark-haired lass looked their way. "Come here while they're discussing her hair. I want to introduce you to someone."

The lass had to be Sulu's, Scotty decided. She looked just like him. "Hi." She greeted him cheerfully. "You must be Mr. Scott." She continued talking before he could confirm her guess. "I've met almost everyone else. That's Nakita. She put pink highlights in her hair. She thought it would be pretty. Dad told her she should probably ask Uncle Pasha first, but she's pretty stubborn."

"I am not!" The lass in question retorted. "And anyways, it's not like I'm rebelling or anything. I just wanted to see what I'd look like with pink hair." To Chekov she said, "I can change it back if you don't like it."

Chekov shrugged. "I don't have a problem vith it, dear." He told the girl. "It's the rest of the family that might be concerned."

The girl stared at the man that Scotty was rapidly becoming convinced was her father. "Really?" She demanded, a smile breaking across her features. "We're going to see Granpa?"

Chekov nodded. "For a week." He told her. The girl promptly shrieked and hugged him with enough force to nearly knock him over.

"Can Demora come?" She wanted to know next. "Is Uncle Hikaru coming?"

Chekov grinned and shrugged. "I don't know the answer to that yet. Ve have to talk about it first."

"Talk about it now!" The girl suggested, excited. "Demora and I will just stand here and talk to this guy."

Demora sniffed. "This guy is Mr. Scott." She informed the younger girl importantly.

The girl was unfazed. "I'm Nakita." She announced as she propelled Chekov towards Sulu before coming to stand next to Demora. "That's my Papa." She said, gesturing towards Chekov. "I haven't seen him forever." She added dramatically.

"He has classes." Demora scolded. "He had to go do some sort of field trip type thing."

"It's a training exercise, Demora." Nakita corrected her friend. "They don't have field trips at the Academy."

"Sometimes they do." Demora defended herself, before addressing Scotty again. "Want to go to dinner with us? We're going out to eat to celebrate."

"We're going to go get tacos, though." Nakita added. "So if you don't like them, you should probably not come. Not that we don't want you along." She added quickly. "If you like tacos, you should totally come."

Scotty was both impressed by the immediate acceptance the girls seem to have of their fathers' friends and touched that they would invite him to come along when they were apparently celebrating Chekov's return from a several week exercise.

"I'd love ta go, Lassies, but maybe ye should ask yer Das before ye start inviting people along wit' ye."

"We can't ask them right now." Nakita explained patiently. "Papa's trying to convince Uncle Hikaru to go with us."

"And anyway," Demora added quickly, "they won't mind."

"Don't mind vhat?" Chekov wanted to know as he and Sulu rejoined the group.

"If Scotty joins us for tacos." Sulu guessed. Chekov made a face.

"Tacos?" He wanted to know. "Who's idea vas that?" His gaze fell on his daughter, who smiled innocently up at him. He smiled back down at her and chuckled. She beamed at him, certain that she had won.

"See?" Demora tried to assure Scotty, "He's more worried about the tacos than us inviting people along. There's nothing to worry about."

Sulu shook his head. "You're still supposed to ask before you invite people." He told his daughter. Then he grinned at Scotty. "Still, you're more than welcome to come, as long as you don't mind hearing Pavel complain about coming home and having to eat tacos."

"I'd be delighted." Scotty replied.

Disclaimer: Star Trek definitely does not belong to me, but wouldn't it be cool if it did?