Pavel and I sat side by side, eating together in the new rec room on Star base 6.
"Aye laddie, do you.."
Scotty paused to take a drink of his scotch, when 3 Klingons entered.
"Look what we have here, the attack of dogs of the meek Captain Kirk"
I held onto Pavels hand tightly, trying to hold in my urge to fight.
"What do you want?"
I asked, biting my cheek to not say anything else.
"We just want some food, preferably without the presence of federation scum but we have to use what we've got"
They left our table, Scotty turned to both of us
"You handled that well, like a proper leader"
They continued to hurl abuse at us, Pavel and I both were ready to start fighting but Scotty was insistent we stay civil.
"You mean to say that enterprise, that futile, trash heap, dump, of useless mechanics. That it could actually win a fight?"
Scotty slammed his fist on the table,
"Hold my scotch"
He slid to Pavel
"Kick his ass Mr Scott, I have your scotch"
Pavel leaned over and whispered
"Go get the doctor, it might get bloodied"
"Be safe"
I quickly kissed his cheek before running out
TIMESKIP
I helped clean up from the fight, nothing but busted lips and black eyes.
I tried to be as gentle as possible when Pavel hissed, I held one of his hands as I cleaned his other knuckles.
"Thank you sweetheart"
He mumbled, I smiled at his obvious sheepishness.
"I wish you could of seen me, I got him so good"
Despite everything he still acted like a kid at Christmas, I smiled when he leaned over and kissed my cheek.
"Aye lass, you should've seen him the way he fought for you"
I smiled at Scotty
"My knight in shining armor"
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STAR TREK IMAGINES
Fanfictionjust some random Star Trek imagines mostly original series and next generation. Characters I write are Spock Kirk Data Riker McCoy/bones Q Wesley Picard Chekov Scotty Khan I DO NOT OWN STAR TREK
