Summary: Two weeks after waking up with no recollection of the people and ship around you, you take your future in your hands and try to piece together your past and the events that lead up to you losing your memory of the last five years. This means finally meeting Scotty, the man you just learned is your husband.
Word Count: 2,072
Author’s Note: I had so much fun writing this part! I hope you enjoy it, too ^^
Pavel arriving with the drinks snapped you from your alcohol-induced space out.
“Good job, Pav,” Jim congratulated him. “You didn’t drop any this time!”
“Practice makes perfect!” the young man exclaimed, placing the tray in the middle of the table.
You didn’t grab for one of the beers quite yet, still feeling pleasantly numb.
“What the hell was that thing?” Nyota asked. “That shot?”
“I don’t know,” you said, pacing your words so they came out in the right order. “Pavel ordered it. Apparently it was like, ninety percent? Looked like a damn triple.”
“You idiots are gonna go blind,” McCoy growled from across the table. “And you need to be more careful,” he pointed at you. “You’re still undergoing treatment.”
“Y’ said I’d be fine,” you waved the doctor off. “Have a beer, enjoy yourself, Doc.”
Jim snorted and elbowed Scotty.
“Bottoms up,” the captain said, waiting for Scotty to grab a glass.
“I don’ know if-”
“Shut up and drink, Scotty, that’s an order.”