NAME: Pussycat, Pussycat
RATING: PG-13
FANDOM: Star Trek Reboot
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Montgomery Scotty, Pavel Chekov, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, James T. Kirk, Spock, Hikaru Sulu, Nyota Uhura | semi-established Scotty/Chekov, slight McCoy/Kirk and Spock/Uhura
GENRES: Romance/Humor/Sci Fi/CRACK-FIC
SUMMARY: Bones is experimenting when Chekov gets hypo-ed with one of the good doctor's formulas. Seems the new Chekov's mannerisms are purr-fect for getting Scotty blushing.
PROMPT: 23: Cat
WARNINGS: Chekov's accent, Scotty's accent, slash, swearing, slight OOC, crack, unresolved sexual tension, and fluff.

"This can't be good," Bones stated to Kirk, who had come down to see what the other was doing.

Chekov was there as well, but the two were looking like he had just grown horns from his head. Which wasn't far off. Chekov began licking his hand just a bit to wash himself like a cat might do, and he noticed the cat ears now perched on the top of his curly head. "Vhat… Vhat did you do to me?" he asked, looking at Bones with puppy-dog (er, kitty-cat?) eyes.

"Well…" Bones said, reaching for his hand-held scanner, "It seems… the Felicus powder I got from Planet Felis Catus actually turns people into catpeople," he said, scanning the newly transformed catboy.

"Well… the people there all look like cats… do you think you can make Chekov a human before he… I don't know, starts chasing mice or something?" Kirk asked, watching Chekov's newly grown tail as it twitched.

Chekov made a low growling noise and coughed.

"Please, not a hairball?" Bones asked, scanning the boy, "Jim, I'll see what I can do, but in the meantime, can you keep him away? I'm allergic to cats," he replied, crinkling his nose at Chekov.

"Spock can handle him. He likes cats," Kirk replied.

"No, no. He and Uhura are planet-side. Spock is as intrigued by the catpeople on Felis Catus as I was in their genetics lab. Seems I'll have to go down there myself for the cure," McCoy mused.

Kirk gave the other man a meaningful look and sighed, "With Spock and Uhura down planetside, that leaves Hikaru—"

"He's sick," McCoy replied, pointing to Sulu, who was unconscious and sweating, muttering something about flying robot unicorns and mudpeople.

"Oh yeah. I forgot about the last planet's painful yet harmless drugging incident," Kirk replied. "Then… Scotty is our best bet…"

"Oh no, Keptin," Chekov told him, blushing lightly as he subconsciously scratched his ear with his foot while sitting on the ground. Kirk couldn't help but chuckle. "Scotty von't talk to me right now because of an incident vhen ve vere alone in ze jungles of ze last planet before Hikaru got drugged."

"The Kiss?" McCoy asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I svear I vas smelling ze flowers before I did it!" Chekov said, standing up suddenly.

"There were no drugged up flowers. Hikaru got hit in the neck with an arrow," Kirk pointed out. "You wanted to kiss him… just like McCoy here wanted to kiss me, but the jungle was making us go all lovey and loopy on each other, so I would up kissing a monkey."

Chekov looked off to the side, "It vasn't a monkey. It vas a doodleberry. Zey are ze monkeys of Sharkuid 900…" he muttered, once more licking his hand to 'wash' his ears.

After some fiddling around, Kirk had McCoy go down to the planet to get the anecdote and pick up Spock and Uhura. Kirk found Scotty in the hull of the ship himself and brought him to the Medical Bay.

"Vas he reluctant?" Chekov asked, ignoring Scotty as Kirk pushed Scotty in first.

"Yes, but that's not the point," Kirk replied, "Take care of him, Scotty. McCoy needs him here, and I have no clue when the good doctor will be back."

"A-Aye, Cap'n," Scotty replied as the Captain left for a place with less sexual tension.

"Vhat did he sreten you vith?" Chekov asked after a few moments of painful unresolved sexual tension.

"Well, it was a cross between certain death and him reading War and Peace with silly voices," Scotty replied, shuddering, "Equally disturbing thoughts followed up by watching a home sex tape made by the Captain of him and McCoy…"

Chekov shuddered, "Zey are an odd couple," he said. "I mean, I totally saw it coming, but… still…"

"I know, oh. Oh I know," Scotty said, catching his breath a little. "So… what did Dr. McCoy do ta ya, anyway?"

"I vas here wisiting Hikaru, and ze Keptin scared him, making ze hypo in his hand fly out and poke me. I freaked out and fell on ze ground on ze hypo and got injected vith ze doctor's experiment. And… ve're here now," Chekov explained. He examined his nails, which had grown longer, and his hands had grown softer and more cat-like, even if they remained human. His claws retracted and he jumped a little.

"Damn," Scotty said, in awe of Chekov's transformation.

"It's frightening," Chekov replied, snapping his hazel eyes at the Scotsman.

Scotty blinked and stepped closer to the other man, "Mind if I move in closer?" he asked, one hand on the medical cot Chekov was sitting on.

Chekov flushed a little, "Not at all. Vhat? Is zis supposed to be ze Villiam Shatner wersion of 'Baby It's Cold Outside?'" he asked, grinning slightly as his own wit.

"Oh, no… no. I jus'… with what happened on the last planet, I thought… maybe things were goin' ta be more weird…" Scotty replied, sitting up on the cot next to the other male. Chekov had moved over a little to let the man sit next to him.

"It still is veird, if you couldn't tell," Chekov replied, clasping his hands in front of him.

There was an awkward silence between them as Chekov twiddled his thumbs and Scotty played with his first to fingers on his left hand. Suddenly Chekov began to scratch his ear with his claw, and wound up swiping at Scotty as well. The older male stopped the younger navigator from hitting both of them by taking the younger boys hands and steadying them. Chekov blushed and looked at the older male, his ear twitching a little. Scotty then took the hand that wasn't pinning the Russian whizkid's hands on his thigh and scratched Chekov much as he would any earth cat.

And Chekov began to purr. It was a low noise in the back of his throat, starting softly and then reaching a certain crescendo. Scotty was in awe of the noise, wondering what Dr. McCoy had done to transform Chekov like this. It was… almost cute the way Chekov closed his eyes much like a cat would do when you scratched it's ears the way Scotty was scratching Chekov's. And the purring was… fascinating, to use Mr. Spock's lingo.

Scotty stopped scratching Chekov's head and Chekov's eyes snapped open. A mewl escaped his throat where the purring had stopped, and he lightly head-butted Scotty's shoulder, "Vhy'd you stop?" he asked.

Scotty gulped, "It's a bit freaky, this… new you. But… I like it…"

"Enough to take care of me if Dr. McCoy can't find a cure?" Chekov asked.

"Mr. Chekov—"

"Pavel."

"Pavel… I just… That… moment between us was…"

"Ze forest of Sharkuid 900 enhancing our emotions, vhich happened to be ze unresolwed sexual tension we alvays hawe around each other," Chekov answered, matter-of-factly.

"Wha'? I thought it was just playing tricks on us. Cruel tricks, but still…" Scotty said.

"Stop vith the ellipses!" Chekov shouted, causing Hikaru to stir.

The two turned their attention to the third party, but Hikaru was still out cold. Scotty and Chekov immediately turned back to each other, "You still hawen't answered my qvestion," Chekov said, crossing his arms. His ear twitched, which ruined the stern look on his face almost instantly.

"I… I woul' take care of ya. But Dr. McCoy is smart, and we can't have a catboy on board, despite their heightened intelligence and senses…" Scotty replied.

"I vould argue zat we hawe other alien species onboard zis ship, but I do miss being human," Chekov added.

They stared at each other for the longest time, each contemplating what it would be like if they kissed. Finally, Scotty had the audacity to put his hand on the back of the younger boy's neck and pull their faces inches closer. The only thing that could possibly happen instead of Scotty's kissing the catboy was McCoy's entrance…

… And that's just when McCoy walked in, "Took me a while, but the Princess finally fell for Jim's charms and gave us the powder which will cure you, Mr. Chekov…"

Chekov and Scotty jumped apart, Scotty jumping off the cot, and Chekov turning the other way, as if nothing had been going on between them before McCoy's entrance. Chekov turned to McCoy to receive the remedy and jumped off the cot to tend to Sulu a bit more after thanking the good doctor.

Scotty had left a few seconds before Chekov received his cure.

About an hour later, Chekov found Scotty in the hull, working on one of the dilithium chambers. "Meester Scott?" he asked.

Scotty blanched when he saw the once catboy, "I see the ears and the tail are gone."

"Aye. It's veird not to hawe zem anymore. But it's a relief not to be trying to scratch myself vith my foot," Chekov replied.

They were silent for a moment before Scotty thought to get back to work. After watching him for a minute as he did so, Chekov took the bottom of Scotty's shirt and tugged it a little, making the older male turn back to him. Then Chekov grinned a little, putting one fist on Scotty's chest and turning his face with the other hand, licking the older male's cheek with the tip of his tongue. His tongue was still rough: "The Princess told me you'd still be stuck with a craving for fish, the rough tongue, and you'll purr when your happy," McCoy had told him when he left the Medical Bay.

Scotty looked down at the cheeky little Russian and blinked, leaning down and kissing him straight on the mouth. He lingered there for a moment before he felt Chekov push back, flicking that same rough tongue over Scotty's smooth lips.

"Finally," a voice said from behind a pillar as the low purr came from Chekov's throat, freaking Scotty out only slightly.

"Jim, are you stalking your crew again?" McCoy sighed, coming up from behind his captain.

"Yes I am," Jim replied, but turned to face his favorite ship-doctor, "But I won't be stalking these two anymore. Their unresolved sexual tension has been resolved thanks to your little blunder today…"

"Blunder?" McCoy hissed.

"You could set it right, you know," Kirk replied, raising an eyebrow.

McCoy gulped, "Jim… what about getting out of the orbit of Felis Catus?"

"The Enterprise is in good hands with Mr. Spock as my replacement for an hour or two, hm?" Kirk asked, his face dangerously close to Len's.

Leonard sighed, "Fine… but only because I feel the strings of sexual tension loosening…" he gave a meaningful look in the direction of Chekov and Scotty, who were still making out right then and there.

"That's my boy," Kirk replied, hitting Len's upper arm before moving past him toward the ship's bedrooms.