I have no idea what inspried this but its too cute!! We love Scotty and Chekov do we not!?

enjoy!(:


"Lift it more thata way laddie.".

"It vont go eets too tall.".

"Well we cannae get it through the door any other way.".

"Eef I push it any more eet vill break. Eef we don't get it inside soon ve vill be caught.".

The struggling whispers echoed comically down the empty deck hallway coming from two geniuses that couldn't figure out how to get a Christmas tree through a certain communication officers door.

"Okay lad I'm gonna tilt et up and you push got et?".

"Da.".

With one hefty heave ho the two men stumbled through once tidy quarters with a scrape on the door and a large thud.

Chekov just barely kept his feet under him and after three accidental lunges Scotty fell on his face. The helmsman giggled as Scotty looked for something to throw. Chekov flinched at the book tossed at his elbow by the downed engineer and only giggled harder. It was the type of energyless laughter when your tired and much more prone to laugh at things that aren't normally so funny.

"Alright alright now time ta get er' on er' feet.", said Scotty hopping up.

"Okey but vut eef dere's not enough room?".

"We'll make room lad. Ready?".

Chekov nodded and they each grabbed a side.

"Aon, dha, tri!".

"Adeen, dva, tree!".

The tree went up slapping the ceiling with a crack.

It was silent for a moment as they stared at it. The top was bent like an L parallel to the ceiling and a few branches fell to the purplish floor.

"Ah good enough fer me I think. How bout you me'laddo?", Scotty said looking to his counterpart.

"Mm.", Chekov nodded in agreement.

Scotty then turned to the replicator. "A bottle of Whiskey. Two glasses.".

Chekov smirked at the great idea and plopped into a chair.

"How much time before her sheeft ends again?", pondered the sleepy Russian.

Scotty waved. "Plenty a time.".

Two hours later Nyota left the turbolift humming a seasonal tune as she softly walked toward her quarters. Not many knew how much she loved the time of year and how she was always finding herself especially missing her family when it rolled around.

Her tune and walk paused together at the strange sight that made her tilt her head. A trail of what looked like pine needles led to her quarters and possibly beyond.

As she cautiously went in her heart went from confused to absolutely warmed.

She smiled with a chuckle at the scene of two sleeping boys/men, the empty bottle of Whiskey and the haphazard Christmas tree.

The sound of the door opened red blurry eyes.

"Surprise!", said Chekov sleepily lulling his head forward as Scotty looked up too quickly tipping his chair forward.

How they'd gotten the tree aboard was forever a mystery even to Kirk and Spock. But Nyota didn't need to know. The two accented tired drunk geniuses recieved cherished kisses on their cheeks and as many red and green cookies (with the sprinkles they very much liked) as she could make. The replicator can't add in love you know.