#scokov

Success is not always measured in degrees. Scotty spent most of his teenage years either too drunk or too hungover to really focus on school and college, and so he more or less stumbled into his engineering career. That’s where he finds his true passion, and he climbs the ladder of success rapidly. Pretty soon, his first flight is paid for him to fly from Scotland to London. Then, Italy, Germany, and France. Even Russia and Japan. It’s insane, and it blows Scotty’s mind every time he has the spare time to think about how his life has turned out to be.

“Whiskey, sir?” His flight attendant asks, and Scotty looks up from the plane’s window to the next to him. There’s a sense of youthfulness over this kid, even though he must be over eighteen to even work here. And he looks surprisingly good in a fancy red button-up shirt. “Oh, aye. Thank you,” Scotty says, watching him pour a glass - over ice, even. First class is ridiculous. “Have I seen you before?” Scotty asks eventually, because he definitely looks familiar. “Da, yes,” Chekov replies, accent thick on his tongue, “we flew to Tokyo together two months ago, and Moscow a week ago.” “Oh, yes,” Scotty says, smiling faintly, “you have a good memory.” “You too, sir.” Chekov replies, smiling as he hands Scotty his glass.

“Sir? Sir!” Chekov’s voice rings through the hallway. Scotty’s only just collected his luggage and he’s outside looking for a taxi when Chekov rushes outside and grabs his arm. Scotty looks up; Chekov’s still wearing that cute red uniform and Scotty looks at him curiously. “What can I do for you?” “You left your bag,” Chekov says, holding up Scotty’s bag to him. “Oh, thank you, laddie,” Scotty says, “how did you know it was my bag?” “I recognized it from our previous flights, sir.” “Scotty.” “Sorry?” “You can call me Scotty,” Scotty explains. “Okay, sir- Scotty,” Chekov says, smiling widely.

Scotty catches himself actually anticipating Chekov and himself sharing the same flight. He gets lucky. Chekov throws him a big smile as he passes him by. Scotty eyes him with interest as Chekov performs the safety instructions to the first class flyers. After takeoff, he provides Scotty his whiskey. And honestly, he shouldn’t be enjoying it when Chekov focuses on the customer next to Scotty. His back is turned to Scotty and he bends over a little to quietly explain something to the guy. Definitely a good sight. Definitely something he shouldn’t be thinking about.

Similarly, Chekov smiles just a little brighter when Scotty’s taking his flight. There’s often a “whiskey on us, sir”, and “is there anything I can do for you?” Scotty forgets his bag again, though it’s only somewhat an accident. It’s mostly on purpose, because he hears a a thick Russian accent yelling “Mr. Scott! Mr. Scott, sir! I mean, Scotty!” And it’s the cutest thing ever. “You forgot your bag again.” Chekov says, panting just a little, “you know, sometimes I think you’re leaving it on purpose.” Scotty laughs, partially because he realizes how obvious his own plan had been. “What would I do without you, Chekov?” Scotty remaks as he takes his bag, and Chekov smiles. Gentle, but definitely not shy. “I’m flying to Scotland next week,” Chekov starts slowly, and Scotty looks at him with interest. “Do you, aye?” “Yes. I’ll be in Glasgow for three days.” “Glasgow, that’s even better,” Scotty says. “Yes,” Chekov starts, “I was thinking, perhaps if you are in Scotland as well, you could show me around?” Scotty stares at Chekov silently for a while. For all of that brilliant mind of his, it takes him perhaps awkwardly long to figure out Chekov’s asking him out. “I’m not,” Scotty says eventually, rubbing the back of his neck, “I won’t be back in Glasgow for another month.” “Oh,” Chekov replies, not allowing his own smile to falter. Like the perfectly trained flight attendant he is. “Perhaps soon,” Scotty says, and Chekov nods. “Perhaps.”

Scotty realizes how much of an idiot he is for rejecting Chekov’s advances. Though he wasn’t lying - he truly wasn’t going to be in Glasgow for another month. And when he is, he talks to his family about this cute flight attendant he can’t shake from his mind. He even mentions him to Jaylah, who just shrugs and says “who cares about work, Montgomery Scotty? You can afford a few days off.” And she’s right. He can afford to say no to this EXPO in London, and he can absolutely afford to find out where Chekov will be flying next, and when his next break is.

moodboard: chirpov && little sheep

“I was fine before I met you - I was broken but fine. I was lost and uncertain but my heart was still mine. I was free before I met you - I was broken but free. All alone in the clear view, but now you are all I see.”

Chapters: 29/29 Fandom: Star Trek, Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pavel Chekov/Hikaru Sulu, Pavel Chekov/Ben Sulu/Hikaru Sulu, Gaila & Pavel Chekov, Pavel Chekov & Nyota Uhura, Pavel Chekov/Montgomery "Scotty" Scott, Pavel Chekov/Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Spock/Nyota Uhura, Pavel Chekov/Spock, Pavel Chekov/James T. Kirk, Gaila/Nyota Uhura, Pavel Chekov/Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Montgomery "Scotty" Scott Characters: Pavel Chekov, Nyota Uhura, Gaila (Star Trek), Hikaru Sulu, Montgomery "Scotty" Scott, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Spock (Star Trek), Christine Chapel, James T. Kirk, Ben Sulu Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Healthy Polyamory, Canon Compliant, (aside from selective retconning of Into Darkness), (and retconning some deaths in a tasteful way), recreational alcohol use, minimal angst, shore leave on risa, attempts at engineering jargon, Chess, Resolved Sexual Tension, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Psychotropic Drugs, there's actually not as much sex as you'd think? Word Count: 17440 Summary: Homesickness (or something like it) was not something that Pavel had been prepared for - not when he was out here doing what he loved, what he'd dreamed of his whole life.