NAME: Heaven Sent
RATING: PG-16
FANDOM: Star Trek Reboot
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Pavel Chekov, Montgomery Scott, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, James T. Kirk, Spock, Hikaru Sulu, Nyota Uhura | pre-slash Scotty/Chekov, hinted McCoy/Kirk/Spock, Sulu/Uhura
GENRES: Romance/Fantasy
SUMMARY: Montgomery Scott has the worst job, the worst luck, and the worst life. So when he meets a boy in a bar who clearly doesn't belong in this world, can he handle the boy's intended mission?
PROMPT: 7: Heaven
WARNINGS: Chekov's accent, Scotty's accent, slash, swearing, kinky things, alcohol, slight OOC due to drunkenness, hinted character death and fluff.
AU: Fantasy, set in a Scottish (ish) city with no name.

It was one of those Friday nights where Montgomery Scott just wanted to drink his worries away. After 14 hours of overtime in a tiny office cubicle downtown (as usual), and coming home to an empty flat (as usual) and having nothing in a refrigerator (as usual), a nice glass of whisky and maybe some Scotch sounded wonderful. Who cared if he could afford it or not?

At his usually haunt, he met up with his best friends, who were all ready piss drunk and just waiting for Scotty to join them. "Hey, we were thinking of a threesome tonight, man. Want to make it an orgy?" Jim Kirk asked, raising his glass for no reason.

Scotty wasn't drunk enough for this. Though they were his best friends, their polyamourous, drunken revelry didn't suit him. He was older than them, and he was actually looking for a lasting relationship nowadays. Not to say before this he wouldn't have jumped at the prospect for a little gay orgy. He shook his head, "Nah, boys. I think I'll go home and do a little reading or somethin'. Have fun…"

"You've gotten so boring," Jim replied, the only loud drunk in their little group.

The others, Spock and McCoy, were quieter. McCoy simply growled at everyone, and Spock had a small blush across his face, the embarrassed drunk. Scotty wondered how Jim had roped them into having their little drunken threesomes anyway. It was quite odd.

Scotty ignored the smartass and enjoyed the drink in his hands, looking around the bar at all the bisexual (or bicurious) hookups that were happening between the patrons of the bar. Two bored female strippers were grinding against each other, gaining many fans, both men and women alike.

But in the corner of the bar were three people who obviously didn't belong in the bar. They're eyes were frightened and they sat huddled together, too pure to drink, smoke, or dance. One was a gorgeously androgynous African woman, her hair up in a perfect ponytail and her dark skin glowing. The others with her were glowing as well, which was odd. Maybe they moisturized well or something.

The other male was androgynous as well, Asian, perhaps, with dark locks and darker eyes. He had his arms around a younger male, androgynous as his companions, with curly brown-gold hair and eyes that flashed from green to blue to grey. It was this particular boy that entranced the Scottish misfit.

"Do ya know those three there, in the corner?" he asked of Spock, who was also staring, but not because he was actually intrigued by the three as Scotty was.

Spock lawled his head and shook it before he looked over at the other two drunks in his company.

Scotty sighed and walked over to the three carefully. "You three look like ya don't belong here… you want ta… ta step outside with me?" he asked, not sure why he wanted to help the frightened threesome.

The youngest of the three looked at the Asian and smiled. All three nodded at each other. "We'd love to. Thank you," the woman said, standing up and taking the younger being's hands protectively, as a mother would do.

Once outside the bar, Scotty put his hands in his pockets. "Why would ya go in there and stay if it bothered ya ta be there?" Scotty asked.

"We were looking for you, actually," the Asian said.

"Looking… for me?" Scotty asked. "Are ya from the office or something?"

"Nothing you should worry about," the woman said. "I'm Nyota Uhura, and this is my… partner, Hikaru Sulu. We work… we work up there," she pointed skywards.

"As… pilots?" Scotty asked dumbly.

Hikaru shook his head, "No. As Guardian Angels."

"But… where are your wings?" Scotty asked, believing that they were, in fact, angels (anything was possible in Scotty's Scottish (ish) city: homoerotic bars, flora growing under perpetual grey skies, and… Guardian Angels).

"We're not the Christian angels you read about in fiction. We're merely… dead souls in human form and substance that get a second chance to live…" Hikaru explained.

"Kind of like zombies only less gross and more pure," Uhura added.

"Anyway… we're here to issue you your very own Angel. You seem to need one…" Sulu said, pushing the younger of the Angels forward. "This is Pavel Chekov. He was seventeen when he came to Heaven Sent—our agency."

"Cute name for a secular afterlife," Scotty said, gazing at the younger Angel, who smiled at him. "Does… does he speak?"

"Sorry," Chekov said, his voice laced with a… Slavic accent of some sort. "Sometimes I forget I can talk."

"And he was… seventeen? What happened to make him die?" Scotty asked.

Pavel's face fell, and Uhura took him aside as Hikaru turned both himself and Scotty away from them, "He's a special case. You see… Uhura died of cancer in the eighties. I had to perform ritual sacrifice a couple centuries ago… And Chekov…? He was a Tsar's child a loooong time ago. He was… he had the worst thing happen to him…" Hikaru told him.

"What? What happened?" Scotty asked.

"He was murdered by his own brother. Out of jealousy," Hikaru told him.

Scotty felt a hand go up to his mouth as he gasped, "Poor lad…"

"Yeah… he has been hanging around our agency moping for the past two centuries or so. He showed up only a few weeks after me, come to think of it. Anyway… since he's such a special case… he needs you more than you need him…" Hikaru whispered, tapping Uhura's shoulder absentmindedly.

"But… how come I need him?" Scotty asked as Pavel and Uhura returned to the conversation.

"You're life is incomplete," Uhura stated. "Angels are supposed to become friends of their charges. Sometimes even lovers. This way, they get a second chance at life. Especially if they died unfairly."

"What about you two?" Scotty asked, "Why aren't you in your second lives?"

Uhura took Hikaru's hand, "I found my second life in working side-by-side with Hikaru for eternity. Besides, there were no charges that suited us. You and Pasha here, on the other hand, suit each other very well."

The younger male in question looked at his employers with a smile, "It vas my goal to find someone like zose two have found each ozer. Vhen I vas studying you, I… I just knew I had to help you," he said, turning to the lonely Scotsman.

The Russian kid's eyes had flashed from green to a beautiful steel grey color, and Scotty gulped as he saw the feeling behind those beautiful irises. He blushed and turned away, "All right. I guess we both have ta take care of each other from now on, eh?"

The older Angels nodded, "Yes. We leave you two to take care of each other. Just know that if either of you betray the other, you will both pay the price with your lives. And there are no third chances for Guardian Angels," Hikaru warned them, dark eyes pinning themselves on Chekov's youthful face in warning.

Chekov nodded, grabbing for Scotty's hand, "Next time I see you two… I hope I am older zan I am now…"

Uhura leaned down and gently grabbed Chekov's face, "You will be, my darling."

Scotty took the younger boy home right after some fevered goodbyes. It was like Nyota and Hikaru were the boy's parents with all those tearful goodbyes. But finally, they left in a flash of golden (albeit quite pixilated) light. Scotty decided that going back and drinking his woes away wasn't a good idea with a younger boy tagging along with him. So Scotty took the boy home with him.

Upon getting to his dilapidated flat, he cleared his throat and turned to the younger male.

"Can I… Can I get ya anythin' ta drink?" he asked.

"Vater is fine," Chekov replied, looking around the room and seeing how sparse it was.

There was an old couch in the corner, turned toward the dining room table, which wasn't even in a separate dining room. The kitchen was stuck off to the side, a little ways from the table. The only thing in the room that was a little homey was the fireplace, which looked gas-run. Off to one side was a tiny bathroom, and across from that was a bedroom, the bed looking like just a mattress on the floor and a few piles of books and papers lying around it. But Chekov looked around like he had seen this all before, the hint of a sad smile hanging off his lips.

Scotty put a glass of water down on the kitchen counter and went to tap Chekov on the shoulder. Chekov smiled warmly at Scotty, catching the older man off-guard. "Euh… water's on the counter, lad."

"Thank you, Montgomery," Chekov said, walking into the tiny kitchen and grabbing the glass of water. He watched Scotty sink down on the couch, and moved to join him, setting his water glass down on a small table that linked to the couch. "You can… You can call me Scotty. I'm guessin' we're gonna be… roommates, at least."

"It's a smallish apartment for us to be roommates, Scotty," Chekov replied after looking around again.

"Then what do ya supposed you and I be, Mr. Chekov—"

"Pavel," Pavel replied curtly. He didn't let the older male continue as he curled up against the older man almost like a cat. "Pasha, since I sink ve should be closer zan roommates."

Scotty broke out in a sweat at the closeness. He had to remember that Chekov was an Angel who had been studying him for a while, and probably knew a lot more about him then other his 'friends' did. And Scotty knew very little about Pavel, the biggest thing he should know being about the boy's death.

"You mean… lovers?" Scotty asked.

"It's okay for Angels to become zem. And you're lonely," Chekov purred, fingering the older male's collar. "Ve can take it as slow as you vant, seeing as I'm only sewenteen…"

"Age of consent is sixteen, lad," Scotty pointed out, "But… I would like to get ta know ya, since ya seem ta know so much about me already…" He felt a hand automatically grip the younger male's hip.

Pavel smiled and Scotty felt the other's hand stop fiddling with his collar as it slid to rest on the older man's waist. "Zen ve'll take zis slow," Chekov's eyes closed, "but I do vant to one day be your lower."

Scotty nodded, but felt the other's chest move from a scattered breath to an even one as the younger male fell into a deep sleep on his chest. Scotty simply smiled and looked up towards the heavens. He mouthed a silent 'thank you' and allowed his eyelids to close as he joined his companion in sleep.

Author's Note: Holy cow... I might have to do a spin-off on this after Pasha's Lullaby is done. Me and my weird AU plots...