NAME: Can't Smile Without You
RATING: T
FANDOM: Star Trek Reboot
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Pavel Chekov, Montgomery Scott, Hikaru Sulu, Nyota Uhura, mentioned James T. Kirk, Spock, Leonard "Bones" McCoy | pre-slash Scotty/Chekov, established Spock/Uhura.
GENRES: Romance/Humor/Sci Fi
SUMMARY: Scotty is having a bad day and all Chekov wants is to see the Scotsman smile again. Uhura is awesome and sets the day right for them both.
PROMPT: 14: Smile
WARNINGS: Chekov's accent, Scotty's accent, pre-slash, swearing, underage drinking (though its justified), alcohol in general and fluff.

Scotty had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. Not literally, in the sense. He had woken up in a closet, wires pressed against his face and his fellow red-shirts laughing at him, especially a young engineer un-affectionately called Cupcake by the Captain.

"Git ou' of 'ere," he growled to the lot.

Thankfully they dispersed, having had orders from the Captain to fix something-or-other somewhere in the hull of the great ship. Scotty made his way to get something akin to caffeine in his system; that, or something alcoholic. He felt it would be a bad day.

There had been nothing for the young ensign to do but sit around and listen to Sulu talk to another fencing enthusiast. Suffice to say Chekov was not interested in the subject, and there was no one else around to talk to. Kirk and Spock had retired to the Medical Bay to bother McCoy about some theory about alien something-or-other, and Uhura was still asleep, having gone an extra shift when her body was pleading with her that she needed her sleep. It had been Pavel's idea that she get some rest.

But that left Pavel on the bridge with nothing to do, as they were all taking a couple hours to rest and recuperate. A whole night of flying could really do some damage to a crew's morale.

I could go to my room and sleep… he thought, running a hand through his curly locks. But I am not tired at all.

And now Pavel was back to square one in his little dilemma.

It was only a few minutes later that Sulu found something wrong with his side of the con, and so it was that Scotty was called up to the bridge to fix it, as no one trusted anyone more than good ol' Montgomery Scott.

At least this is more exciting that my day has been so far, Chekov thought as he stood from his chair as Scotty pushed through, looking a bit grumpy.

"Ou' of me way, Mr. Sulu," the red-shirt half snapped at the pilot.

"Jeez, was the right side of the bed hard to find?" the pilot asked, glaring at him.

This didn't look good. Scotty merely growled at the pilot wordlessly and tinkered with the con until was fixed again mere seconds later. He glared at Sulu and made his way back down to the hull of the ship.

That was odd, Chekov thought.

Since there was still nothing to do, and he still wasn't tired, Chekov got up and followed the redshirt down to the hull, keeping a careful distance just in case Scotty snapped at him for following him.

Scotty stopped off at a box of wires, peeking in. The wires were tangled again. Scotty growled at another engineer, who was (obviously) untangling them all wrong, and pushed her out of the way, causing the younger redshirt to whimper and run off. Chekov crooked his head to the side and breathed in, tapping the older man on the shoulder.

"Ken I help you, Meester Scott?" he asked.

Scotty glared at him a bit, but seeing the innocence in the other's eyes made him soften just a bit. "New engineers. They cannae never get me system wi' the wires."

Chekov beamed at the Scotsman, "You taught me vell on many occasions. May I?" he asked, pointing several fingers at the open box.

"Of… Of course, Mr. Chekov," Scotty replied, unnerved by the smile when all he had done since waking up was frown.

Chekov was slightly disappointed that his smile wasn't contagious this time around, but he didn't show it as he put his hands into the box and began to unhook and rearrange the wires. Scotty, curious as to how well his teaching really was, glanced over the boy's shoulder, gently putting his hand on Chekov's upper arm.

Chekov glanced back at the older male and cleared his throat. Scotty blushed and moved so that he was right beside the younger male instead of behind. Chekov chuckled and continued working. Finally, he glanced up at Scotty, took his hands out of the metal box, and asked, "Vell? How did I do?"

Scotty gently pushed Chekov out of the way to survey the navigator's handiwork.

"Nearly perfect, lad. That red wire, there, though, hooks up to the fourth hole down. You mixed the yellow wire with the green wire… and that hole should have nothing in it, not that one," he said, pointing them out as he spoke.

Chekov held on to every word the Scotsman told him, nodding when the older male actually showed him where each wire went. The one thing Chekov noticed, though, was Scotty was still a bit growly and his lips never even twitched into a smile.

I really ought to change that, Chekov thought, hating that one of his favorite officers wasn't in a good mood.

There was a sudden crackle and a loud screech before the Captain's voice came through the posts that served as communication towers, "Kirk to Enterprise. We will be stopping at a nearby Starfleet outpost. Also, if Montgomery could come up and fix the on-ship communicator, that would be awesome. Kirk out."

Scotty grimaced and looked to his companion, "Seems we both ought to ge' up there," he pointed out.

"Aye," Chekov replied, nodding and smiling up at him. He had already tried the "Smiles are contagious," but he liked to smile at his friends (for Scotty definitely was one of his good friends aboard the Enterprise).

After fixing the communicator, Scotty went back to his cave to sulk, and Chekov went back to helping Sulu pilot the ship into the docking station at the Starfleet Space Station. Once in, many people stayed on for some more repairs, but Kirk and Spock went off to sign in and tell the owner of their stay. Chekov took this opportunity to find Scotty.

One of his favorite things was a good glass (for five… probably more) of Scotch, right? Would that make him smile? Maybe a little? Chekov hoped that it would work only a little. And since the drinking age in his home country (and in space) had lowered to 16, unless you were operating heavy machinery (like the Starship Enterprise), Pavel thought maybe a shot of vodka was in order for himself.

He found the redshirted male just finishing up yet another repair. "Meester Scott! Meester Scott!" he shouted, running up to him.

"Aye, lad? What's up?" he asked, still not smiling at Pavel's youthful greeting.

"I vas vondering if you vanted to go hawe a drink vith me. A nice glass of Scotch vould be nice, da?" the younger officer asked.

"Aye, lad, it would. But aren't you a little young to be drinking?" Scotty asked.

"Ve von't be leawing the station until at least tomorrow, so said ze Keptin," Chekov replied, grinning. "I vill be vanting a shot of vodka myself. I don't vant to be drinking alone. Uhura's still asleep, Sulu vants to hawe some time to himself, and McCoy is being grumpy again…" Not that you're much better, Chekov thought for a brief moment as he looked expectantly at the Scotsman.

Scotty thought for a moment about all Chekov had said and nodded, "All right," he replied, putting down the tools in his case, "Let me get me tools back in my room, and I'll meet you a' the exit. Okay?"

"Aye!" Chekov replied.

So that was how Chekov and Scotty wound up in the tiny space station bar, teasing each other for their taste in drinks. Scotty was hardly smiling, his lips seemingly glued down in that slight frown. But his spirits were kept up by the playful banter and frequent toasts made between the two.

Chekov, though, was getting impatient with the older man. The Russian whizkid only wanted the older man to smile, as his smiles were wonderful as oppose to this perpetual half-frown.

After drinks, Chekov and Scotty made their way back on board to check on the crew and whatever else they had planned for being docked for a day or two.

Chekov went to Uhura's room and saw that she was up reading something on her PADD. Looking up, she noticed her younger friend in the doorway. "What's up, Pavel?" she asked, getting up.

"Scotty's been acting veird," was Chekov's curt reply.

Uhura started. She was one of Pavel's closest friends, next to Hikaru, of course. But Pavel had come to her this time because she knew what is was like to be in love. She was one of the only people (besides Kirk and Hikaru, of course) who knew about Chekov's little, tiny, miniscule crush on Scotty.

"Well… we've all been a little tired lately. Why are you so glum about Scotty, dear?" Uhura asked, putting her hands on Pavel's upper arms.

"He hasn't smiled. I vant him to be happy."

Uhura smiled an almost knowing smile. "Well… if all the things you tried haven't worked… why don't you try telling or showing him how you feel?"

Chekov blinked up at his friend and blushed only slightly. "V…Vhat?"

Uhura chuckled, "When it comes, you'll figure out what I mean…" she replied, and turned Chekov around so he could find the Scotsman.

Chekov found Scotty just about to turn in for a well-deserved nap. He called out the older male's name as he tugged on his sleeve only a little.

"What now, lad?" Scotty growled unexpectedly.

Chekov looked like a hurt puppy, "I… vas going to…" he suddenly couldn't talk.

Scotty saw what he had done and put his hands in front of him, as if he was calming the other male down. "Jesus Christ, I'm sorry for snappin' at you, Mr. Chekov…"

Chekov blinked, "Nyet… zat vas not what I vas… saying…" he stumbled over his words and breathed in to regain composure. "I like you."

"I like you too, lad, but why are you telling me this?"

Chekov took no more time, "Nyet… I like you… more zan a friend."

Both men were blushing at this point. Scotty, though, was pleased more than surprised, as he himself had been crushing on the boy for a while now, and had been too much of a coward to say anything. That, or he didn't want to mess up their friendship. Both were valid reasons. "Me… me too, M-Mr. Chekov."

"P-Please, Meester Scott. Call me… Pavel…" the younger officer replied.

His blush darkened, but he stepped up to the Scotsman carefully and took the front of his shirt gently before pulling the older male down in a very chaste kiss. Scotty was blushing deeper, but after Chekov pulled away, he, very carefully, smiled.

And it was a wonderful smile for Chekov. Chekov himself smiled back and wrapped his arms around the older male, "Your smile is really vonderful right now, Meester Scott."

"Please, Pavel. Call me Scotty," Scotty replied, returning the hug. "And… thank ye, for trying to cheer me up, and… and everything else… today."