Water, the One Shot
Emily, Scotty, and Spock had beamed down to investigate a planet. Why these three? Because the Captain had wanted them to check it out and Bones threatened him if he beamed down again.
But, the heat was climbing slowly and Emily was already gasping for breathe. She kept pausing and Scotty paused next to her, looking at her in concern. He gently touched her shoulder and she only waved him off, though she was getting slower. Spock kept going ahead to scout when Emily suddenly collapsed, unconscious.
Scotty was by her side before she had finished falling and caught her. He rested his fingers on her pulse and shook his head slightly. He could barely believe it and gently cradeled her head in his hands before pulling out his water and gently using his fingers to dab the semi-cool water around her neck.
"Mr. Scott, this is highly-…"
Spock was interrupted with a question from Scotty. "What's the temperature?"
"It is 110 degrees Mr. Scott," he answered stiffly.
Scotty cursed up a hailstorm before using his body as a shield from the sun and quickly losing half his water trying to get her to revive. "Mr. Scott!" he began to argue, but Scotty turned on him.
"Spock, she'll die if we don't bring her temperature down! She doesn't handle tha' heat well!" he snapped back and Spock suddenly understood when he needed hand-delivered reports, too sensitive to be sent over normal channels, it was Scotty who delivered.
When Emily came to, she was beamed aboard with Mr. Scott and Mr. Spock, the first almost worried out of his mind, though she was talking in broken sentences.