Upside Down (part 3)
Intro: In the last one I ended with a twist, and you are all worried about Scotty. Here is that worry in the reader.
A little bit of angst in this one, a love letter, a lot of worry.
Pairing: Scotty x reader (and best friend!Jim Kirk)
Word Count: 1,938
Warnings: totally 100% fake engineering everything, (I was too lazy to actually come up with proper terms so I just made up words), eventual injury, swears.
Summary: The starting point for this fic was Scotty x reader who loves engineering as much as he does. So that’s where I went with this fic. You are second-in-command engineer and Scotty one day ends up being in charge, much to your chagrin. You butt heads. Scotty gets hurt. Feelings get hurt (mostly my own). Welcome to my trashcan.
On your shift the day after you had stayed up far too late with Scotty, you were informed that he would be going on an away mission to assist in repairing a ship, and you were to stay behind and be the acting chief of engineering.
“Not that I don’t basically run this ship on my own anyway.” You snorted to yourself as you snapped your com shut, thinking that if Scotty was here he would have shook his head and gave you one of his teasing smiles.
Thinking of that put a smile on your face as you began your shift, excited to be in charge.
The next two days left you less excited to be in charge, as you quickly missed Scotty’s witty banter and your heated debates about the details of the ship.
You were lounging around Scotty’s workbench on the third day that he was gone, the ship running smoothly, and you had everyone kept busy making sure it stayed that way.
Then, out of the corner of your eye, a piece of paper, tucked into the drawer of the very messy workstation. But that wasn’t what caught your attention, it was your name, written in the corner of the paper in Scotty’s barely legible script. You couldn’t help your curiosity as you reached for it, quickly glancing around the room, as if Scotty was going to suddenly show up and berate you for snooping.
The paper itself looked like it had been through the washing machine, crumpled and stained, maybe at on point a page of a note book, torn out. The words were written in pencil, and you were right, it was your name written in the corner.