Scotty
by Starsinger
Oh, Scotty, poor guy. I believe he's like Spock, and a few years ahead of the rest of the class. He was stranded on Delta Vega all over a disagreement and Admiral Archer's dog. A problem I fixed with my first ST2009 fic, "Porthos the Magnificent". Oh, Scotty. He was my favorite character in STID, especially with "James Tiberius Perfect Hair Kirk". The Scottish Guy knows his stuff, and Simon Pegg is so funny. Loved Hot Fuzz and Shaun of the Dead. Okay, yes, love the English guy. Whoops! He's married! lol Don't own them.
Growing up, Montgomery Scott, Scotty, wanted to join Starfleet. He grew up in Scotland. He was born in Linlithgow, and grew up in the shadow of the famous pub, The Black Bitch. He had Engineering in his blood. His family were engineers or supported engineers. They rarely went to school for it, they learned it on the job. They were always hired to do this job, whether in shops or in the dockyards. They'd done this for hundreds of years, if not longer.
Scotty's family encouraged him and when he applied to Starfleet Academy and was accepted, they sent him off with their best wishes, and a case of the finest Scotch they could find. His mother did have one word of warning, though, mind your temper. Those words were wise. He was Scottish, after all, and they were famous for their tempers. He didn't need a bar to get into a barroom brawl. He just needed someone to tic him off. He rarely ever threw the first punch though. If there was a fight, and he was pissed, drunk or both, he joined in. The only fight he ever lost was when Jim Kirk punched his lights out shortly before getting himself killed in the Warp Core chamber of the Enterprise. That moment would haunt him for years. Even after he finally sat down and talked to his friend about why he did it.
Scotty was generally an easy going guy, but he was smarter than the average bear, I mean professor. Admiral Barnett would realize years later that Christoper Pike had hand-picked the smartest, most cunning, and craziest bunch of cadets he could find for the Enterprise. He had even counted on Kirk finding some way of getting on board. The only reason he couldn't get Scotty was because of one tiny, really minor, incident involving Admiral Archer's dog.
Scotty had graduated, but he never could let things go. One the eve of his first assignment he'd finally had it out with his Physics professor on Transwarp beaming. The professor, Greene, was convinced that nothing could be beamed further than a mile from one moving object to another, moving as in traveling like at warp speed. Scotty, of course, disagreed with that. He knew that it was possible to do it with said grapefruit, but with a living being as well. In his defense, he had been drunk when he did it. And Porthos, being the agreeable dog Beagles are known to be, went along willingly, but when the dog didn't show up on the USS Farragut, as predicted, all hell broke loose.
No one could find the pooch. He should have shown up somewhere, but nowhere could be found. Admiral Archer was livid. He yelled at Scotty, making the poor man cringe, and not just because of the hangover. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on who you asked, Captain Pike stood up for the poor young man. Telling Archer this was not a court martial offense. Archer fumed, fussed, and finally came up with the final solution. He was stranded on the isolated snowball known as Delta Vega with only a small creature, also a Starfleet officer, known as Keenser as company.
Archer wasn't cruel, or maybe he was, Scotty was given everything he needed to survive and maintain the rundown station, if only the bare minimum. Every six months or so shipments were made to the outpost that refilled his supplies, but he got bored. Suddenly, the shipments stopped coming, and he stagnated, living off rations with only the Tribble and Keenser for company. The tribble wasn't much trouble, but Keenser was, climbing on everything. He spent his time trying to figure out what went wrong with his equations. What he could have done differently. He cobbled together a transporter pad and waited. He hoped that one day someone would rescue.
Scotty, you see, had dreams. His Engineering classes had taken him to the Riverside Shipyards where he saw the Enterprise being built. He saw the beautiful lady rising out of the skyline a little bit at a time. He dreamed of one day being one of her engineers. Hell, he dreamed of one day being her CHIEF Engineer. That dream seemed impossible as the endless days went on, and all he could do was sit and ponder the fate of one small dog. That is until one young human and one extremely elderly Vulcan walked through his door.