"Din Lugh"
A Star Trek-the Original Series (TOS) fan-fic/Alternate Universe (set mainly after "Wrath of Khan").
A/N: This story is Scotty-centric, and I do not own any rights to these "Star Trek" characters and tales. I am using a timeline of my own design that runs with movies II-V, more or less (notice that I ignore ST-"The Motion Picture"). I started writing this fan-fic more than 30 years ago and only recently decided to dust it off a bit to see where it takes me.
Summary: Scotty has family members elsewhere in Starfleet and the Klingons would love to capture one or any of them.
Rating: T for now; may change in later chapters.
Pairings: MS/NU, LM/CC, others as needed. Strong sexuality in this chapter.
Chapter 14/?
First Shore Leave
Dr. McCoy made his way into a dimly lit Sickbay early the next morning, a couple of hours before he was due for the start of alpha shift, and raised an eloquent eyebrow in surprise when he spotted Dr. Christine Chapel standing between two medibeds as she updated the pair of overnight patients' charts. He immediately logged in at a nearby computer station, recognizing the red head of a soundly slumbering Connor Scott on one of the beds. She looked up from the chart PADD and sleepily smiled a welcome.
"Hi, you," she whispered fondly. A long blonde lock of her hair had fallen away from the neat bundle caught up in an elastic band at the nape of her neck and she tucked it behind her ear. It was all McCoy could do to not reach out to stroke the woman's milky soft cheek where her fingers had been, and follow the skin down to…
Bones smiled, mentally filing away the fantasy for later. "Hi yourself. Looks like you had an interesting and busy night, Dr. Chapel ma'am," he said quietly. McCoy stepped closer to her back, his body tingling a bit in her presence, ostensibly so that he could read the PADD screen over her shoulder. He breathed in the subtle scent of her hair and the lavender shower gel she habitually used; he was close but not too close, at least keeping most of the professional appearances toward his partner, the short-term gamma shift's on-call physician.
Chapel made a soft murmur of agreement, leaning back slightly into the warmth of his chest. "Not that bad, Len; only about a dozen or so walk-ins, as usual, but I did keep two patients overnight for observation. Connor and Ensign Blasic were both injured during their sparring in Chief Borden's class last night." She glanced at the sleeping young men on either side of them; Blasic's right leg was propped up on an extra pillow under his light blanket, an inflatable brace giving added support for the bruised knee.
"Their? These two fellas were sparring each other?" McCoy's voice rose well above a whisper and his eyebrows threatened to beat a path into his hairline. He snorted in disbelief at the thought. "Unreal. Alright Chris, bring me up to speed then."
"Cadet Connor Scott, minor laceration above the left eyebrow was treated—no complications and only a small residual bruising remains. Ensign Ivan Blasic, severe strain of both ACL and MCL of the right knee; imaging showed no tears or breaks," Chapel reported. "I recommended a support brace and light duty for two days; he's on 400 milligrams of T-3 right now, Q8 to Q12, and has been sleeping comfortably. Head CTs on both of these young men were completely normal—Blasic took a heavy punch to the nose. Connor said he took but a glancing blow to his left eye and Chief Borden's video confirms this."
"Damn, he sure did," McCoy said, bending to look closer at Ivan's nose and giving a soft grunt of sympathy. He pressed several indicators on the medibed scanners, his gaze drawn to the neurological readings. "Alrighty then, looks good. I'm surprised Dan paired them up but he must have had a good reason to do so."
"Borden said it was a birthday present for Cadet Scott, to spar against anybody he wanted. Connor mentioned getting one last shot against Ivan before he starts at the Academy." Chapel chuckled lightly, rising on her tiptoes to kiss him on the lips now that the official reporting part was completed. "Mmm, I missed you. We're on for shore leave late lunch tomorrow with Nyota and Scotty, right? Jim is planning a quick stop at Starbase 15."
"Yes, ma'am," McCoy replied, his blue eyes twinkling in anticipation of some off-duty and/or off-ship time with her, preferably both of them nude. "I got the same memo." With that, he kissed her on the nose, pulling her into his arms for a proper good morning hug and when he turned, Bones noticed that Connor had opened his eyes and was smiling angelically as they embraced.
Christine Chapel blushed, taking a step back as she straightened her white short-sleeved medical jacket but McCoy just rolled his eyes at the young man. "I thought I already kicked you outta my Sickbay ages ago," he said with a teasing growl.
"Och, yes sir, you did. Good morning, doctors," said Connor, sitting up as he yawned and stretched his arms—catlike in his obvious enjoyment of it and the muscles of his bare chest flexed under his pale, freckled skin. He rubbed one hand across his face, and then drew his fingers back and forth through his mussed up hair. At some point during the night, he had removed the hospital t-shirt and wore only the baggy pajama pants.
McCoy stifled a chuckle, recalling that the young man always "slept hot" and then tossed him a clean shirt from the nearby linen cabinet. "Morning yourself, Red. You're medically cleared to resume duty, Cadet. Plenty of time to make it to your shift down in Engineering in case you're wondering. Commander Scott doesn't cotton to slug-a-beds."
Connor grinned in reply, shrugging into the t-shirt as he hopped lightly to his feet. "Aye-aye, sir." He turned to Dr. Chapel. "Is Ivan gonna be okay? His knee was several shades of purple last night."
"He'll be fine," she assured him. "And in no time, too. Don't you worry, Connor."
"Good, thank you, ma'am." As the youngster stepped into the center of the ward, McCoy cleared his throat to get his attention, pointing an admonishing finger at the boy's feet.
"Son, where in the world are your damn shoes?" He shook his head as he was recalling the weeks during Connor Scott's long-term recovery stay in Sickbay when he habitually went around barefooted, much to the consternation of the medical staff who feared slip hazards, puncture wounds or worse.
Connor snickered, looking down in surprise. "Um, I'm not sure." He paused, shrugging as he tried to think of where his boots might be. "Oh, right… down at Chief Borden's. I'll get them later."
The two doctors laughed, shaking their heads as he shrugged again, sheepishly this time, and then gave them a friendly wave on his way out into the corridor.
-/-/-/-/-/-
"So where is that young 'un? I thought we said 1330 for lunch," McCoy commented wryly, sipping from his glass and checking the chronometer readout on his wrist. He flinched suddenly at a tight grip on his upper thigh, raising an eyebrow at Dr. Christine Chapel who was seated to his right. "Ah-ow! What was that for? I'm hungry and the boy is late." Chapel pressed another hunk of freshly baked baguette into his hand, sliding the butter dish over to his place at the table.
"Hush dear, you're not that hungry," she said with a sweet smile. "And as you have told patients in Sickbay and elsewhere for years, a little suffering is good for the soul."
"My soul is just fine and dandy, thank you very much, missy."
Scotty and Uhura shared a glance and chuckled quietly at their table companions. From their perspective, it looked like they were seated across from an old married couple. In fact, the four of them "double-dated" whenever they had the rare opportunity for shore leave together. As Enterprise neared the Earth-system, she paused for a brief twenty-four hour period to transfer personnel and materials at Starbase 15. Captain Kirk and First Officer Spock had volunteered to take the first 8-hour watch while alpha shift senior officers took advantage of the free time.
"He'll be here, Leonard," Scotty said reasonably. "I think the lad said he was going to try for a bit of school shopping before meeting us for lunch anyway."
"Really? Better get himself some shoes, too. Good for him," McCoy finished his drink and signaled to the server for another, and then turned a mock-glare to Christine. "You've got a grip like a Denebian sand-devil there, young lady. I think you left a mark on my tender nether regions."
Chapel grinned deviously at him over the rim of her wineglass. "Then I'll have to kiss it and make it better later this afternoon, won't I?"
Uhura put her hand on Scotty's where he rested it on the tabletop, lacing her fingers in his and gave him a light, affectionate squeeze. "Still playing doctor after all this time, doctors?" she asked innocently enough, although the way she winked at McCoy was rather pornographic. Scott, Uhura and Chapel all chortled at the ship's surgeon's expense but he didn't seem too terribly bothered.
McCoy merely raised a sarcastic eyebrow, nodding and toasting the Communications officer with the glass that appeared at his elbow. Their server, a raven-haired young woman turned with a gasp of surprise as Connor hurried into the café, his hands both full with bags and parcels from a variety of vendors that nearly knocked her aside. In his rush, he'd forgotten what Scotty had told him about having things delivered from the shops to the Enterprise. It required only a nominal fee for the convenience but in his defense, Connor had never even been shopping before.
He hastily dropped all of the bags to the floor right beside the empty seat that awaited him and caught her easily in his strong arms. "My apologies ma'am. I really need to watch where I'm going."
The young woman, her name badge read "Nicole F. (from Aix, EU)" reddened as he steadied her on her feet; she stepped back—more than a little bit flustered, to smooth down her apron and she automatically responded in French. "Er, pardon. May I take your order then? Your family has already placed theirs."
Connor smiled as he sat and scooted the chair in toward the table, glancing briefly over at the daily specials board that hung on the wall chalkboard nearby. "Becasse lager please, and the soup and sandwich of the day," he replied in the same flawless French. "There, that was easy," Connor finished, switching to Standard English in the next breath. His smile widened at her look of pleased surprise that was followed by a smoldering look of not-so-subtle attraction. Nicole grinned down at her hand-held electronic menu, nodding as she turned to go to the kitchen's pass-thru window.
McCoy made a noise of disbelief. "Now do you see what I mean, Scotty? That right there is what I've been talking about since day one," he said, jabbing the table with his finger in emphasis. "It's the cute-as-all-get-out accent, clean-cut good looks and perfect multi-lingual pronunciation that's just not fair to the rest of us. I tell you what, Red. I'm gonna hit you with an ugly stick one of these days…"
Scotty chuckled, sipping from his drink as he bobbed his head in agreement with the doctor. Uhura laughed lightly when Connor leaned over to kiss her on the cheek and then he leaned to the other side to kiss Chapel's cheek in greeting as well.
"A thousand million apologies, madams and messieurs, I was held up at the barbershop." He reached up to brush his fingertips across his very-very short new haircut by way of explanation. "It got crowded quickly over there."
"Aye, good idea," Scotty commented. "Might as well get used to it, laddie. And it is cold in San Francisco, all year 'round." Dr. Chapel concurred at once.
"Oh yes, stock up on hats and fleece hoodies for sure," she said, involuntarily shivering at the memory. "I thought I was going to freeze to death when I got to northern California the first time, and it was the middle of the summer when I arrived!"
"Connor, did you find the travel office I suggested?" asked Uhura, sitting back comfortably and resting her hand around Scotty's upper arm.
Connor smiled his thanks at Nicole who placed a frosty bottle and mug at his place. Scotty and McCoy both surreptitiously watched her as she stepped away—she seemed to be extra attentive to the young Scot in just a few short minutes after having met him; Bones rolled his eyes and flinched again as Chapel squeezed his knee under the table, and then she rested her warm hand in his lap. He resisted the temptation to squirm to ease the rising blood pressure in his groin, knowing full well that she would tease him about it later.
"I sure did. They can book an overnight in Aberdeen for me but I think I'll miss the Edinburgh Festival this year," he replied, tasting the light raspberry-flavored lager straight from the bottle, smacking his lips in enjoyment. "Oh, that's really good. Aye, the Festival runs at the same time as my 'Hell week', pardon my French, but I think Uncle Ned can meet me for Hogmanay over my break." Scotty had already contacted his father with a few details and planned to introduce the man to his nephew as soon as he could.
Uhura and the engineer shared a tender look; one of their best date weekends in their early years together had been a New Year's Eve celebration in Edinburgh's Old Town. Assisted by one of her co-workers to help carry platters of food to the table, Nicole brought the meals for the party of five. Connor spoke quietly to her once more, in French, and she responded with a delighted smile as she touched his shoulder. He was asking her to put the entire bill for the lunch on his account—he had been late arriving, after all.
"Did you get her comm-link number? I think she really likes you," McCoy inquired after she had left them to enjoy their meal, his tone teasing. He cut a small piece of the quiche with his fork.
Connor blushed but made no attempt to correct the doctor's assumption. "Aye, of course." He took a big bite from his sandwich and shrugged modestly as he chewed.
"Well, dinna be late getting back to the ship tonight," Scotty said resignedly, thinking his young cousin had just made a date. He was rewarded with a look of warm fondness from Uhura (who of course had understood every word of the brief conversation between Connor and their attractive server). "The Captain won't wait for our scheduled departure at 0630 tomorrow."
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Later that same day and back aboard the Enterprise…
Scotty literally growled in anticipation as Uhura pushed him down on his back upon the bed in his quarters, landing gracefully beside him as she ran her fingernails up and down his bare chest. She had already removed her boots, tossing them carelessly aside and then she turned her attention to undoing the buttons on his trousers. He chuckled into her mouth as he caught up both of her hands and held them in one of his, pinned gently to the padded headboard as he rolled sideways toward her.
"My my, lassie," he whispered as he kissed her neck and earlobe. "You weren't kidding." His left hand explored under her partially unzipped blouse and the woman writhed as his muscular thigh moved up between her legs, spreading them further apart.
"I would never kid about sex," she whispered back, her voice husky as she looked up at him, propped on his right elbow as his wandering hand caressed first one breast and then the other. Uhura groaned and tried to arch her back as he gently tweaked a nipple with his fingers. "Oh! You know that, love."
"M-hm, yes I do. I certainly do," Scotty replied, releasing her hands and sliding down between her legs so that his mouth was even with her dusky, full breasts. He placed soft, not-quite-ticklish kisses all over her chest, all the while making low rumbling sounds of pleasure in the back of his throat. He chuckled again when he reached the top of the partway-lowered zipper on her blouse. "This bloody thing's in ma way again," he told her as he took the tab in his teeth and pulled it down until it opened completely.
Now that she was bare from the waist up, her gooseflesh rising since he kept his cabin rather cooler than she did, his gaze was warm as he looked back up to her face. She languidly moved one arm, reaching to draw her fingers through his hair and smiling when he turned his attentive kisses back to her belly button. Uhura loved to watch him as he explored her body, relishing the touch of his lips and hands on her sensitive skin. As always, she marveled at the contrast of his pale arm where it moved over her flesh. She quivered in delicious anticipation as he tickled her with his bushy mustache.
Scotty rose up on his knees, helping her wriggle out of her blouse and skirt. She could see that the front of his trousers tented and he grinned when he noticed where she was looking. His grin widened when he discovered that she was entirely naked underneath the skirt and silk chemise.
"And where have your knickers gotten to, Uhura-darlin'?"
She shrugged, raising one flirty eyebrow at him. "Didn't wear any today."
"Really? Well, I wonder what that's about," he commented, shimmying out of his trousers and pushing them to the floor. They both laughed like much younger lovers as he moved to cover her with his body, hungrily kissing her mouth as her hands roamed up and down his back.
Scotty kissed her for a long time like this, propping himself up on his forearms as his tongue explored her mouth, tasting her lips as she opened herself to him. When they paused at last for breath, he pushed up to his hands and knees to look at her once again. Nyota smiled tenderly as she took his face in both of her hands.
"I do love you," she said. "So very, very much."
"Never doubt that I love you too, darlin' lassie." He leaned down to kiss her on the mouth and then he trailed kisses all the way down her chest and belly, stopping when he reached the triangle of thick, curly black hair. He grinned up at her as he bent to kiss her there too.
Not long after, he had her squirming and crying out as his tongue tasted and licked at center of her pleasure. Her thigh muscles trembled where he stroked her skin, his fingers keeping time with the rhythm of his tongue. As she cried out breathlessly from the first of many climaxes, her hands caressed the sides of his head before she spread her arms wide in surrender, giving herself completely to the man she loved like no other.
His talented lips, tongue and fingers brought her to her peak several times before he finally rose up on his knees, shuffling around a bit to get out of his boxer shorts. His palms caressed her knees on either side of his body, rubbing the smooth skin of her legs as he watched her catch her breath. Uhura's face and chest were glistening with a light sheen of sweat, and her eyes shone with a few unshed tears.
"Alright, love?" He shifted his hips as he entered her warm, wet core, slipping easily inside of her. One hand brushed back her hair as he kissed her forehead.
Uhura nodded, arching her back slightly as she adjusted to his fullness. "Wonderful. Completely and utterly wonderful…" Her hands came again to hold his face just inches from hers. "You are completely and utterly wonderful to me."
Scotty kissed her eyebrows, tasting the sweet-saltiness of her skin and he shifted slightly to kiss her smiling mouth. "Mmm, I could say the same things about you." He groaned as he deepened the kiss, starting to move inside of her, thrusting gently in and out. Her warmth and softness were intoxicating and he couldn't help whispering honeyed words of devotion in her ear as he made love to her and she to him.
"Oh Scotty," she breathed one final coherent thought, wrapping both arms and legs around him and holding on tight as they moved together in their favorite rhythm.
-/-/-/-/-/-
James Kirk tumbled into his bunk well after 2200 hours. He had spent a pleasant evening of shore leave and although he had taken ethanol suppressors for the short R&R time on Starbase 15, he had consumed enough to negate a good portion of it. The Captain was enjoyably exhausted, and looked forward to a nearly full night's rest to recover. Duty would resume soon enough. He had just started to drift off to sleep when the communications panel at the head of his bed buzzed. "Kirk here," he said, mildly irritated.
"Sorry to wake you, sir," came the voice of a gamma-shift communications ensign. "This is Claris. I have a priority transmission from Starbase 15 security. It seems that a bar fight—three separate incidents actually, got out of hand, and a number of our crewmen are in the brig there."
"What else is new, Ms. Claris," replied the Captain with a deep sigh of exasperation, although not really surprised at the news. "Let them sleep it off and have them sent home first thing in the morning. It'll be a good lesson."
Kirk heard the smile in her voice. "Aye-aye, sir. I will notify the security officers in command at once. Good night, Captain." Ensign Claris was obviously not a "green" cadet and she knew that sleeping in a security brig anywhere was not at all comfortable.
By 0600 hours, Jim Kirk had finished his first morning coffee with McCoy and Scott, who both looked rather chipper and exceedingly pleased with themselves. He himself felt well rested and was confident in his crew, readying for the on-time departure as they resumed their journey back to Luna and Earth.
"I may be sending you some hot-heads for patching up later, Bones. Got a call about some bar fights late last night, but I don't know how many of them were ours."
McCoy snorted, and poured another coffee. "I'm not surprised. They were probably just letting off some steam," he drawled. "Besides, that's healthy." He didn't feel the need to mention that his own personal version of "letting off steam" had been spent with Christine Chapel in her very comfortable bedroom.
Scotty sighed, a little wistfully. "I have to admit though, sometimes I do miss my brawlin' days. Youth is certainly wasted on the young." The three men had a laugh at this reminiscing. They all had had their fair share of shore leave fights.
"Well, I'll be waiting down in Sickbay, whenever you get a hold of our folks, Jim," Bones said, rising with his coffee mug in hand. "You probably let 'em sleep it off in the brig, didn't you?" He winked, heading out of the officers' mess. Kirk just shrugged, and Scotty raised a mug in salute.
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In the main transporter room, Kirk entered just as the on-duty transporter chief clicked off his communications panel. "Good morning, Captain. Starbase 15 security is ready to remand our crewmen to your custody," he reported, his cheeks dimpling with a faint smile. This was a regular routine, practically an initiation for new Starfleet crews. Kirk nodded acknowledgement, and returned the knowing grin as he straightened his uniform tunic.
"Very well, Mr. Morse," said the Captain, squaring his shoulders and setting his stance. "Put on a serious face now, and let's beam them up."
The first six crewmen were a mixture of young—and not-so young—Engineering and Security personnel, all in various states of disarray and minor injuries. They moved from the transporter pad off to one side, and looked contrite under his stern gaze. Five more times the platform filled with Enterprise crewmen and women. He gave them his best senior-officer lecturing look.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I do not have to tell you that I am altogether disappointed in your behavior. You will check in at once and in person with your area supervisors, and then confine yourselves to quarters. Those who require medical attention will get to Sickbay. At 0600 hours tomorrow, you will report to the main Rec deck for disciplinary action." He paused for effect, letting them sweat a little before he barked: "Dismissed!"
The group moved to leave the transporter room as quickly, quietly and as respectfully as possible, lest he change his mind about dispensing punishment on the following day. It was then that the Captain noticed—to his surprise and great disapproval that Cadet Fourth-class Connor Scott was among them.
"Mister Scott?! You're with me."
Some of the others gave Connor over-the-shoulder sympathetic glances as they left. Kid, you've had it! From the old man himself…
Kirk mashed a thumb on the communications panel on the transporter control station, and Connor stood at silent attention nearby. "Kirk to Engineering."
"Engineering. Scott here, sir," was the prompt reply.
"Scotty, would you meet me in Sickbay? It seems that your cousin was also involved in the excitement down on Starbase 15 last night." He watched as Connor grimaced a bit at the sound of what had to be a Gaelic oath that came through the open channel but otherwise the young man remained silent. He stared at a point just past Kirk's left ear.
"Aye-aye, Captain. I'll be right there," responded the chief engineer. His displeasure was plain even over the communicator link.
Jim looked the crewman over critically, with an eye well trained to evaluate brawl-type injuries. He had a beauty of a shiner, and a deep—but clean, cut over his left eye. The shirt was heavily bloodstained, slashed open from the shoulder downward and the few overnight hours in the Starbase brig had left the youngster looking somewhat bedraggled but otherwise fine. "Shall we get you to McCoy's Sickbay, mister?" he asked, gesturing toward the corridor with an open hand.
Connor met his gaze, nodding grimly as he stepped in front of the Captain. "Aye-aye, sir. Thank you."
TBC