Intro: So this fic is for @youre-on-a-starship‘s birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOVE YOU ARE SO AMAZING (even though you killed me with Scotty feels with that last fic but I forgive you)!!!
Here is a one-shot for you, love, just a little Scotty x reader fluff. Also my first Scotty fic so be gentle please. (I do have another, longer one in the works so watch for that too)
Pairing: Scotty x reader (Alex)
Word Count:1843 (yeah I don’t do short fics apparently)
Warnings: Broken ribs, small sadness comfort, shooting aliens, rest is fluff.
-Enjoy!-
You hit the ground harder than you’d ever hit the ground before.
The wind was non-existent in your lungs. Ribs crunches against your side as you tried to take gasping, labourous breaths.
The ship jerked again and you let out a little cry at the sudden jab of pain.
"Lass? Alex?!" A familiar voice called and you groaned in response.
A flash of red appeared around the side of a boiler and concerned eyes met yours. Scotty. You curled inwards as pain made you shudder and heard his footsteps near quickly. A hand fell onto your shoulder gently, and knees appeared in your view, followed by a distressed expression on the older man's face.
"Alex, aye, are you alright?" Scotty leaned you back and you tried to bat his hands away as you wheezed in pain.
"Obviously not, that was a mighty hard fall you took." He commented, dragging his thumb across your cheek absently.
"Let's get out of here, lass, how does that sound?" Scotty smiled.
"Sounds painful." You wheezed and it made Scotty shake his head and laugh.
Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, you saw movement, and you brought your phaser up instantly as dark suited aliens rounded the boiler and into plain sight. You didn't even have time to warn Scotty before you fired twice, making him duck and press closer to you. You had hit both the aliens square in the chest, and now they both lay on the ground unmoving. Scotty looked from you back to the aliens and raised his eyebrows.
"I've always been a good shot." You commented, trying to calm your racing heart and adrenaline in your veins.
"Yeah, well let's hope we don't have to put that to the test again." Scotty joked as he roped his arm under your shoulder and helped you to your feet.
Gulping in air and hissing in pain, you were supported by Scotty who waited until you seemed to settle before he began to walk, apologizing under his breath as you dashed across the engineering room.
Reaching a supply closet, Scotty quickly flung the door open and ushered you inside, locking the door once they got in.
"Push the shelf in front of the door." You instructed breathlessly to Scotty as he leaned you gently against the far wall before turning back and, with a few grunts and groans, slid one of the shelves in front of the door.
You, meanwhile, had slid to the floor, winded by the whole ordeal, and leaned your head back against the wall, gently prodding at your sides. There were definitely some broken ribs.
"That should do the trick." Scotty said as he returned to your side.
You heaved breaths in through your nose and out through your mouth, trying to relax, trying to dispel the pain, but to no avail.
"We'll get out of here soon, lass, alright?" Scotty's voice turned soft with concern and he settled in beside you, his back against the wall and knees bent in front of him.
You started to panic now, breaths coming faster and more painful, and you curled your knees into your chest.
"Hey, Alex. Breathe. You're hyperventilating." Scotty pressed his shoulder into yours, but the pain continued to drive you to shudder with very breath, dark spots now spinning in your vision.
Squeezing your eyes closed, you managed to wheeze, "It hurts, Monty."
"I know. And I'd take away the pain if I could, y'know I would, but I need you here with me, 'kay? I'm here." Scotty reassured and turned so his knees brushed yours and his hand rested on your arm, sliding down your skin until your hand was in his.
Hot tears dripped down your cheeks as you gripped Scotty's warm hand, and you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder, pressing your face into his collarbone, breathing in his familiar scent. Scotty's cheek fell against the top of your head, and you could feel his breath on the top of your head, his free hand rubbing your back gently, and you focused on the feeling of him breathing, the movement of his chest up and down, matching the rhythm with your own breathing.
After what felt like hours, curled up against Scotty, you felt like you could finally breathe again, and you tilted your head back, admiring the damp spot you left on his shirt from your tears.
"Oh no." You whispered softly, and dragged your thumb over the spot.
You felt Scotty chuckle, his breath now tickling your face, "It's alright, lass, I'm sure it won't stain."
You looked up at him now, meeting his whiskey coloured eyes and sniffling, "Thank you." You whispered.
Scotty didn't respond, just studied your face, his eyes tracing over every feature. Pursing your lips, you leaned back, leaning against the wall again, but not taking your hand back from Scotty's and your shoulders still pressed together.
"This has to be the worst birthday ever." You commented with a sad laugh, bringing your hand back to your ribs when they stung again.
"Oh, it's your birthday?." Scotty said, and your heart dropped a little at the fact that he forgot.
After a moment he pulled his hand from yours, shuffling next to you as he appeared to try to get something out of his pocket.
Suddenly a white paper envelope dropped onto your extended knee and you nearly jumped out of your skin. Scooping up the envelope, you looked over to see Scotty smiling at you.
"What's this?" You inquired, turning the envelope over in your hands, your name scribbled on the front in an all-too-familiar near-illegible font.
"For your birthday, of course! What'dyou think I'd forget?" Scotty smiled playfully, and your mouth fell open in shock.
"Montgomery Scott you're such an ass!" You exclaimed, making Scotty laugh as you gently smacked him with the envelope.
"Just open it, lass. I don't want the note on my obituary to be 'death-by-brutal-assault-with-envelope'." Scotty joked.
You tore into the envelope, opening it to reveal a dark blue card with white writing, and there was definitely something inside it.
"I had nothing else to use but blueprint paper and a chalk pen, sorry." Scotty noted.
The outside had the words "Happy Birthday, Alex" printed neatly on it, and you gave Scotty the side-eye.
"Yeah, I know, I got Keenser to write it, mine looked like a toddler wrote it." He joked, and you chuckled.
"Keenser?"
"Yea, the wee man has surprisingly neat writing."
Now you let out a real laugh, holding tight to your ribs as you smiled up at Scotty. A few loud sounds of phasers firing and bangs jolted you and Scotty out of the sentiment of the moment, and you quickly turned back to the card.
Opening it up, a little silver pendant slid out and onto your palm, but you decided it best to read the card before looking at the gift. The inside read:
And happy 2 year Monty + Alex anniversary!
Thanks for sticking with me for this long, not many people want to hang around with an old guy like me. You really are something special, and I hope this gift is enough to prove that to you.
Yours, Montgomery.
"2 year Monty + Alex anniversary?" You couldn't help but ask, but felt your heart squeeze at the lovely words he wrote. Or technically Keenser wrote.
"Yea, we met on yer birthday 2 years ago, remember? It was your first day of training too." Scotty explained, and he wrung his hands together.
"Oh yeah! Keenser sneezed on my shoe and the acid bore right through it." You smiled at the memory, the images flashing into your mind of the flustered, scolding Scottish man pushing Keenser away and nearly ripping off your acid-covered shoe.
"Always causing trouble, that one." Scotty shook his head.
"You stayed with me all the way to the medbay, even when Dr. McCoy tried to get you to leave."
"Well like hell if I was going to leave you there to lose a toe, especially if it was my fault!" Scotty argued and he was actually getting flustered again.
"It's alright, Monty, I thought it was endearing." You reassured, nudging him with your elbow, and he brought his whiskey-coloured eyes to yours.
"And we've been inseparable ever since." You continued, giving Scotty a soft smile.
You meant to grab Scotty's hand, but the feeling of something cold and smooth against your palm made you hesitate, and you remembered the pendant that went along with the card. You set the card on your knee and upturned your palm, revealing the gift.
It was a small silver oval pendant on a silver chain. You took the pendant in between your fingers and brought it closer to your face. It was not just solid silver, it was what looked like some sort of blue stone set inside a silver casing, the blue peeping out in the curves and cut-outs of the silver. The blue shimmered in your grip, as you turned it over in you hand, it was like an ocean, with foam green and deep sea blue and every blue in between all at the same time. It was beautiful.
You were speechless, "Monty, this is..."
"I was going to give it to you when we met up for lunch like we always do, but circumstances arose..." Scotty rambled, his cheeks a little more red than usual.
"This is beautiful." You couldn't help but stare at colours of the pendant, running your thumb over the smooth surface, "Monty, this is amazing. Where on earth did you get it?"
"I.. uh.. made it."
You looked at Scotty now, in complete awe of the man that sat next to you, the man that had befriended you since day one, had teased you, taught you, protected you, and now had made you this beautiful gift.
“Put it on me!” You prompted and handed him the pendant, lifting you head so he could slide the chain around your neck and clasp it, his hands lingering for a moment on the skin of your neck, making you blush.
"Monty, this is one of the best presents I have ever gotten." You said seriously, turning the pendant over in between your fingers.
"Really?" Scotty breathed.
You nodded and looked up at Scotty, eyes suddenly welling with tears at the love for this tiny present.
"Thank you." Were the only words you could get passed your lips before she leaned up and pressed your lips to Scotty’s, the movement causing your chest to burn with pain again, but you couldn't care less.
You held onto the kiss for several moments, reveling in his lips on yours and his hand that came to gently rest on your thigh.
After a few moments you pulled back, smiling, and looking over to Scotty to see his eyes wide and his mouth open a little in the shape of an ‘o’. His cheeks were redder than the shirt he was wearing, but eventually his lips did turn up into a smile.
He took your hand in his gently, running his thumb over the back of your hand in soothing strokes as he whispered, "Happy birthday, Alex."
-Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it!-
Thanks for @kilismaiden for setting this up! You da best.
