"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. Sexuality strongly implied.
A/N: You didn't think Connor was gonna be a virgin forever, did you?
Pirate attitudes and latitudes
Chapter 25/?
Cadet Connor Scott blinked rapidly several times and shook his head to clear the beads of sweat that were running into his eyes, and the naked young woman underneath encouraged him to continue with the unmistakable sounds of pleasure that fell from her lips. His shoulders ached as he dropped down to support his weight on his elbows and forearms but the warmth of her body spurred him on as he felt the muscles of her core starting to contract in pulsing waves around him; her heels beat a staccato on his buttocks and her grasping fingers on both sides of his lower back pulled him closer and deeper as she climaxed. A mere four heartbeats later, he too reached his peak and he came with a wrenching shudder on top of her, gasping to catch his breath.
"Oh yes! Yes! Oh God, yes," she had cried in his ear as he thrust hard and erratically at the finish. Her shallow breathing sounded like short, mewling pants as she tensed and then relaxed, utterly limp, now spread-eagled on the bed. "Oh my God, that was amazing." She whispered and pulled him down for a wet and satisfying kiss.
"You're pretty amazing yourself, Nikki lass," he replied with a chuckle as he rolled off, cradling her in his right arm. He reached to gently pluck a long lock of her pale silver-blond hair from his cheek and he tugged the thin bed sheet up and over to cover their nakedness. "Alright then?"
She giggled. "Uh, yeah, I would say so." The slender woman sighed and snuggled closer to his side, the soft fullness of her breasts squashing into his ribs. She kissed his neck with an indrawn breath. "Mmm, you smell so good when you are sweaty like this, you know?"
Connor stretched one hand under the covers to shift his damp and spent penis more comfortably to the side, lightly scratching an itch down there. "Well, thank you. I suppose that could be taken as a compliment," he said, a smile on his face. He absently stroked her face with his other hand and heaved a happy sigh. The hammering in his chest settled to a more regular pace as they rested from their latest round of exertions.
Nikki Pearson, the Captain of the TS Fremgen's daughter no less, laughed again. "It's true, babe; you do. And I was being serious earlier: I really think I'd like to see a baby with your red hair."
Connor shrugged easily. "I got my annual contraceptive shots at the Academy just like everybody else. Besides, seventeen might be a wee bit young for me to be a dad anyway."
The woman pouted prettily but they had already set a few reasonable boundaries before she had taken him to her bed—they were both young, healthy, energetic and the sex was entirely for fun and brief companionship with no expectations of attachment during or after the journey back to Earth.
"Too bad. And 'wee'… that is so cute some of the words you and your father use. I absolutely love your Dad's hair and voice, yeah very handsome. I could listen to you two sit and talk in the galley all night long if you'd let me."
The young man stretched his left arm up over his head, groaning with satisfaction as his tired muscles flexed and relaxed. He was feeling pleasantly worn out from the lazy afternoon session of love-making but apparently Nikki wanted to continue their pillow-talk. Connor was content to let the petite, lively woman (who was about twenty-four or so years old, so just a little older than he) carry on about whatever she wanted to.
"He and your Mom spend a lot of time walking the ship together, don't they?" When he didn't reply, she shook him lightly awake. "Hey, are you in there, Connor?" she teased, turning her head slightly to look up at his face.
"Aye, sorry. I'm here. Just checkin' mah eyelids for holes," he said with a grunt and a chuckle. "What was that you asked?"
She tickled his side. "Your Mom and Dad, silly. I said they look good together, and they sure do walk a lot."
Connor barked a short laugh, twitching and deflecting her hand away from his ticklish ribs. "Oh, you mean Montgomery—er, I call him Monty. No, he's actually my cousin and Commander Uhura is his partner. My parents died a few years ago."
Nikki made a quiet noise of sympathy. "It's alright lass, you didn't know," he assured her with a one-armed hug and quick kiss on the side of her head.
"So your cousin never married, what was the name, Commander Uhura?"
Connor shook his head slightly. "Aye, Commander Nyota Uhura. Nah, but they've been together for more than thirty years, I think. Both of them have spent almost their entire careers in space and on the Enterprise with the same Captain and First Officer."
This seemed to satisfy Nikki's curiosity for the moment and she snuggled closer to him, snaking one of her shapely legs over his thigh as he lay on his back; he sighed contentedly when the fan in her bedroom switched on. The young lovers dozed for a while and Connor actually started a bit when his wrist chronometer alarm clock beeped at him from the low nightstand by the woman's narrow bed. He sat up, carefully disengaging himself from her sleeping embrace.
"You don't have to go," she murmured quietly as she lifted her head from the pillow, her disheveled hair falling into her eyes.
"I do, lass. Remember you're the one who's supposed to be on a sleep-shift and I'll need to get back to my books," said Connor as he pulled on his dark gray boxer-briefs and reached for the t-shirt and karate pants, all of which had been hurriedly cast aside some three hours earlier in their enthusiastic rush to get down to bare skin on bare skin. He leaned down to kiss her on the lips.
"We could have dinner at the Captain's table tonight or tomorrow if you want," Nikki suggested, a mischievous gleam in her eye. "And tell him all about our afternoon exploits. It's pretty rare but he loves to talk story with the passengers when he gets a chance."
Connor shook his head vigorously, grinning. "Aye, and he'll have mah bollocks off with the nippers for sure. No thanks!"
He pantomimed reaching out to shake hands with her. "How do you do, Captain Pearson, sir? By the way, I probably oughtta let you know that yer beautiful daughter and I have been shagging each other sideways and completely senseless every afternoon since we left Starbase 79. Hope you don't mind that your wee darlin' lets me get up to all sorts of naughty things with her. Really nice tasty body on that wee lassie, so well done you, sir." He waggled his eyebrows and attempted to leer.
Nikki gave him drowsy smile and laughed aloud her appreciation. "Perhaps you're right… we shouldn't do that to him. See you later?"
"Aye, it's gamin' night in the galley." He leaned down to kiss her again and stepped into his running shoes as he left, returning to his cabin on the passenger deck to finish a rather lengthy and aggravating Calculus assignment.
-/-/-/-/-/-
"Cockles?!" exclaimed a laughing Connor as Scotty placed his corresponding letter tiles on the game board. "What dictionary are yah usin' for that, yah mad bugger? I'm callin' shenanigans, Monty." The young man's eyebrows rose almost into his dark red hairline as he looked over at the engineer.
His tablemates chuckled and Dr. Kyla Woods shook his forearm gently. "Sorry, Connor, it is a valid word," she said sympathetically, eying the board over her antique pince-nez spectacles as she wrote in the score for Scotty and her husband on the pad of paper. "And a high points one at that, I'm afraid—double word score. We'll need a big play on the next round, partner."
Connor sighed loudly in amused exasperation. "You may need a more clever gaming partner, Doctor, which certainly isnae me," he replied, taking a small handful of mixed nuts from the bowl at his elbow. "I'm sure I haven't read any of the obscure dictionaries like my cousin here… plus he's a lucky devil." He tossed back two or three almonds, crunching loudly and giving Scotty a cheeky wink.
"You are getting better at this game, honey," Uhura assured him from across the table. "Remember that Rome wasn't built in a day." She grinned at her game partner, the twenty-five year old astrobiologist who was also Dr. Kyla Woods' son.
Brandon Woods shook his head, smiling as he arranged the letter tiles on the small frame that he and Uhura shared (the "Scrabble" teams for the evening were Scotty and Dr. Stefan Woods; Connor and Dr. Kyla Woods; and, Uhura with Dr. Brandon Woods).
"You know, with that accent of yours I would never have guessed that you weren't born on Earth. Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to…," he glanced apologetically from Connor to Commander Scott.
Scotty toasted the dark-haired astrobiologist with the last little sip in his wineglass. "No worries, lad. It is rather unique to hear all the way out this far and I think Captain Kirk had to get a special dispensation from Starfleet to have both of us on board the ship at the same time!" Uhura laughed and gave Scotty a special smile, noticing that he was careful to not let his dialect get away from him. When it was the two cousins in private conversation, even she had a hard time following along sometimes.
"You have no idea," she said to the group at large, smiling and warming up to her part of the story. "Back when we started out, it certainly took a while at first to begin productive and regular translations back and forth from Engineering to the Bridge. And as chief Communications officer, guess upon whom that task fell?"
Scotty tsked against his front teeth and shook his head in commiseration. "Och mah poor bonny girl…" She laughed at the way he deepened his voice, just for her.
Stefan barked a laugh as he organized the letter tiles that he and Scotty shared. "And here I was thinking we folks from Indiana had an interesting way of speaking…" Stefan Woods was originally from Evansville, Indiana but had met his wife while studying deep-space astronomy on the Big Island of Hawaii. Their son had been born in tiny Waimea, just down the road (and down the mountain) from the large telescope complex at the top of Mauna Kea.
Scotty laughed and rose from the table, taking his empty glass with him. "Anyone for anymore while I'm up? Get it while we're flush, lads and ladies." His tablemates demurred and he headed across the galley to get another small glass of the California Napa Valley red wine that Captain Mike Pearson of the Fremgen had offered in trade.
While he was up and refilling his glass, Nikki Pearson walked by their table, her hands full with a tray of empty snack bowls and clean cutlery. She put the tray down on a nearby unoccupied tabletop and moved closer to Connor.
"Good evening," she greeted them with a bright smile but without introductions although her name badge was clear on her dark green galley smock. "Can I get anything for you folks?"
The Woodses shook their heads more or less in unison at the kind offer, concentrating on the game board. "Nothing for me, thank you," said Uhura, sipping from a cup of herbal tea. Her eyebrows rose in mild surprise and not some little curiosity when she noticed how near to Connor the young woman was standing, and how she rested one hand comfortably, familiarly even, upon his muscular shoulder. He looked up and gave her a wink and a smile.
"Okay then," Nikki replied brightly, her golden blonde hair shining with the overhead lights. "Just give me a shout if you do. I'm in the kitchen during each evening shift." Connor and the rest smiled and murmured their thanks, getting back to the game. Uhura's eyebrows rose even further when the girl from the galley crew "accidentally" brushed her midriff against Connor's arm as she turned to retrieve the tray she was carrying.
"She's really friendly," Nyota said, a smile twitching at the corners of her mouth as Nikki moved away and out of earshot. "Don't you think so, Connor honey?"
The back of Connor's neck turned pink but he kept his expression carefully neutral. "Who? Nikki? Oh aye, she's a great lass for sure." He didn't see Commander Uhura swallowing a chuckle as his attention was focused on the letter tiles which he and Kyla Woods were sharing.
Scotty returned shortly thereafter, walking backwards for a few paces to watch as the beautiful young woman headed back to the kitchen. "Now that right there's a bonny lassie for you, boyo," he said jerking a thumb over one shoulder. "You should try talking to her if you've got a mind to. Probably do you some good."
"I would that say he already has, dear," Uhura commented drily, losing her recent struggle at concealing a broad smile. "And her name is Nikki."
Scotty grinned. "Oh have you? Perfect. You should chat her up then!" He smacked the youngster on the arm with a light back-knuckle, teasing him.
By the way Connor started blushing at that moment, Nyota knew that her intuition was one hundred percent correct. Unfortunately, any further comment she had was blotted out as all of them suddenly raised cupped hands to cover their tortured ears, cries of debilitating pain rising from other persons around them. Someone or something was utilizing what sounded and felt like sonic weapons on the crew and passengers of the tiny transport ship.
Connor tried in vain to shout a warning but he watched Scotty and the rest crumple back into their chairs, a few others sliding unconscious to the floor. A moment later, he attempted to stand and landed face first, striking hard on the galley floor and knocking the wind out of him. And after that, utter darkness overtook him.
-/-/-/-/-/-
When Connor woke up some indeterminate time later, he found the side of his face was saturated with wetness between himself and the floor and when he cautiously sat upright, he discovered that it was coming from a fresh nosebleed. Groaning softly, he pinched his nostrils together and leaned his head forward above his lap. He heard someone stirring next to him.
"Jesus H. Christ. Monty?" he asked, his voice altered and sounding far more nasally than it usually did. He cleared his throat against an irritating cough.
"You okay, laddie?" The chief engineer looked over at his young cousin with some concern; there was blood all over the cadet's cheek and nose.
Connor waved his free hand to reassure the older man. "I think so, aye. Must have face-planted right on the deck here. What the hell got us? I've never felt anything like it."
"Damned sonics I'd guess. Old ones though," Scotty replied hoarsely. "Ugh, gives me a hangover to shame all previous hangovers." He pulled himself carefully to his feet and looked around for Commander Uhura.
"There you are, Nyota. Are you hurt?" He stepped over to her to give the woman a steady hand up to her chair. A quick glance confirmed that Connor seemed to have his minor injuries under control for the moment.
"No, just a few bruises," she replied. "I'm fine, honey. Let's go check on the rest."
While the senior officers moved off to check on the injured, Connor got to his feet and found that the room spun drunkenly around on him, making him feel altogether dizzy and disoriented. Pulling one forearm up to cover his mouth, he made it as far as a fortuitously close waste bin before he retched and vomited into it. He grabbed a clean towel at the galley's wait-staff station and was dismayed to see the blood and gore on it when he carefully wiped his face. "Oh, shit. This is not good," he said quietly as he slid down against the wall, sitting with the short trash can tucked securely between his legs. He closed his eyes and clung to it like a life raft.
TBC