Monty was about to step out of his office when his console pinged. He took a seat and glanced at the screen. Jim was messaging him on the ship's internal messaging system.

Kirk, J: Plz, plz b near ur desk
Scott, M: I'm here. Y?
Kirk, J: I'm bored
Scott, M: What do u want me 2 do?
Kirk, J: Idk. Entertain me. How's it goin down there?
Scott, M: Good. Nothin' 2 report
Kirk, J: I can tell that from here. Ur not helping.
Scott, M: I don't know what u want…
Scott, M: Wait, I might have an idea
Kirk, J: What?
Scott, M: A project u mentioned 2 me. I might do it, if it's ok w/my capt
Kirk, J: O plz. I let u do what u want. Which project?
Scott, M: The still

A whiskey still. Any other captain would've sent him back to Earth –or Delta Vega- for even talking about it but this project was mostly Jim's idea. If she was really bored, maybe she could come down and get the whole thing started. If Monty thought about it hard enough, Riley would probably help with the engineering, Leighton and Sulu could get their hands on some interesting corn and wheat samples to try and McCoy could be the other taste tester. It sounds like a science fair project for adults. Technically, it was.

Kirk, J: Almost forgot about that. That does sound fun. And I do need a drink.
Scott, M: U have to build it first, lass.
Kirk, J: LOL I know. I still need a drink. Bones has booze. So do I and I know u do 2
Scott, M: How the hell…?
Kirk, J: I helped you pack, remember
Scott, M: Is that what u call it?
Kirk, J: Ok, so I did a little more than help u pack… my point still stands. I was there when u packed and u practically live w/me now so… I know you have whiskey... so there
Scott, M: It's in ur room. It's bigger
Kirk, J: It is. Perfect for two people

Monty was trying not to read too much into that but the more he thought about it, the truer it was. He could count the number of times he slept in his quarters on one hand; Jim was in medical for all but one of them. They've been out in the black for almost six months and he always slept and hung out in Jim's room. She even made space for some of his stuff. They've tried to have this conversation but they never got far, they were either two tired or two wound up.

Scott, M: R u tryin to ask me to move in w/u 4 real?
Kirk, J: Been thinking about it. Maybe filing the ppwk for HR 2. Just in case. Do u want 2? No point in empty quarters. Especially since I just got the promotions list
Scott, M: Am I on it?
Kirk, J: Nope… sry. So, movin' in w/me and official couple ppwk?
Scott, M: I would luv 2. Both
Kirk, J: U can't see me, but I'm smiling.
Scott, M: I luv when u smile
Kirk, J: That so?
Scott, M: Ur face lights up. Ur eyes sparkle. Most beautiful thing in the universe

Monty waited for a few minutes but Jim didn't respond, just as he decided to message her, the door to his office opened. "So, you love my smile?" Jim walked into the room looking as beautiful as she always does. She was wearing a captain's variant uniform. It was a black, long-sleeved duty dress with captain's stripes. Monty's only ever seen it once; there weren't a ton of female captains and most of them wore the unisex uniforms. Leave it to Jim.

"Aye, lass, I do." She smiled as she perched next him on the edge of his desk, "You're such a dork." Monty chuckled, "True, but I'm yers."

"Are you sure about this, Monty? We sign those forms and you'll forever be attached to me, even if we breakup." Monty played with the edge of Jim's sleeve, fingers caressing the skin right where her uniform ended. He nodded, "I'm your 'trusty chief engineer', lass. I'll always be attached to ye. I'm ignoring the second part of that comment."

"Really? It's a valid concern," Jim muttered. Monty tugged on Jim's arm, pulling her off the desk and onto his lap. "I watched ye die, Jim. Everything else is easy by comparison. One day, I plan to beg ye to marry me; this'll just make it easier." Jim chuckled, "Or I'll hate you."

"Ye couldn't hate me if ye tried, lass. Ye know it. I know it. The crew knows it. That's why ye let me get away with stuff." Jim nudged him, "Maybe I just think you're brilliant and sexy, and that's why I let you get away with stuff." He pressed a soft kiss to her lips, "Tha work's too, lass. Jim Kirk, will you be official with me in the eyes of Starfleet?"

"This was my idea, why do you get to ask?" Jim asked as she nudged him. Monty shrugged, "Gentleman, remember?" Jim chuckled, "Yes, Monty Scott, I would love to file paperwork with you."


"Who gets your room?" Monty glared at the forth officer who asked him that question in the last twenty minutes. He officially moved into Jim's quarters last week after they filed the forms with Starfleet that stated, yes, they were a couple. He wasn't surprised that people found out, it wasn't a secret, but the fact that people were brave enough to ask for his room was just weird. Monty sat at the table next to McCoy and tried to eat his lunch in peace.

Like usual, the senior staff was sitting together. It wasn't that they were together because they were the senior staff, it was more to do with the fact that they were friends. Gaila, Christine, Carol, Riley and Leighton were usually sitting with them too. Noticeably missing today, were Jim and Spock.

"Were is the keptin?" Chekov asked the table. They all looked at him. Monty sighed, "I don't keep tabs on her. She has a whole ship at her fingertips, she could be anywhere." The look on Carol's face and shift in the room's atmosphere told him that Jim was standing behind him. "Hi, lass."

"Hey, Monty, guys." Gaila looked at her friend, "Where were you?" Jim smiled, "I had to get something from the quartermaster. Mister Chekov, you're out of uniform." The kid looked himself over, "I am not, Keptin." Jim nodded, "Yes, you are, Lieutenant." Everyone at the table watched the eighteen year old as a look of shock crossed his face before it turned into a bright smile.

"Should fit, go ahead," Jim said as she handed him a new gold uniform tunic. Chekov stood up and pulled the uniform top he was wearing off and replaced it with the one Jim just gave him, his fingers gliding over the new lieutenant stripes. "You get a new room too. Mister Scott's old quarters." Usually, the senior staff and anyone above lieutenant commander had their own room but because Chekov was an ensign, the regs wouldn't let Jim give the kid his own quarters… until his was promoted.

Chekov wrapped his arms around Jim in a hug, "Thank you, Keptin." Jim shook her head at the kid, "Wasn't me. It was you. You have some of the best evals in the fleet. Congratulations, Pavel." Everyone moved to congratulate him but Jim held up a hand. "Hey, Cupcake. Get over here."

The security officer stood from where he was talking with a friend and walked over, "Yes, Captain?" Jim smirked as she tossed a red tunic at him, "Get on some Lieutenant Commander stripes before I hurt you. Oh, and I decided what to do with that revolving spot for security chief. It's yours if you want it or if I find someone better." The look on Hendorff's face was priceless, "I… uhh… I accept, Captain, thank you."

"You earned it, Lieutenant Commander Hendorff. Now, you can all celebrate."


"What did you just say?" Jim asked her step-dad as she sat on their bed. Monty smiled; 'their bed' has a really nice ring to it. "Oh my God," Jim said as she stared at the screen. Monty looked at her, "Jim." She didn't move, so he nudged her shoulder, "Jimmy." Monty looked at Pike through the screen, "What did ye do to break my girlfriend?"

"I told her that Win and Auri are both pregnant. Jim's gonna be an aunt, then a big sister." Monty nodded, "Congratulations, sir." Pike nodded, "Is she still breathing?" They both looked at Jim, who sighed, "I… that's cool. We're gonna have babies in the family. I always thought…" Tears welled up in her eyes.

"Can you hug her for me, Scott?" Pike asked him. Monty nodded, "Yes, sir." Montgomery wrapped his arms around Jim, who rested her head against him. Pike sighed and spoke to Jim, "First you thought that you, Win and George would all die on Tarsus. After that, you never thought you'd live long enough to see another Kirk… 'err Pike, which technically, you didn't. But you're here… there and soon, there will be two tiny people who I have no doubt will give us all a run for our money just like you do. Are you okay?"

Jim nodded against Monty's shoulder and Pike chuckled, "Good. I gotta go, your mom wants ice cream." She chuckled, "Pistachio almond." Pike nodded, "You know your mother. I love you, kid." Jim smiled, "Love you too, dad." Pike turned his attention to Monty, "Take care of my girl."

"Always, sir." Pike cut the comm. Jim looked at Monty, "I'm not joining the baby bandwagon any time soon." The engineer laughed, "One day. Until then, we get ta spoil the wee bairns. Wait 'til we tell Clara and Rob. Yer maw is gonna get spoiled too if my brother and sister have anything to say about it. Oh and…"

"He'll look like you," Jim cut him off. He looked at her, "Who?" She smiled, "Our son, one day. He'll look like you. My eyes. Both our brilliance. I saw him, in my coma… this dream gave me a glimpse into the future, I guess. He was perfect, like his dad." If anyone ever asks about this conversation, Monty did not cry. That was how he was telling it, he didn't shed a tear. He smiled, "That's... wow."

"You're such a softy," Jim whispered against his lips before she kissed him. Monty chuckled, "Only for ye."