#scottiish

     ❛   ever feel like wearin’ red’s like paintin’ a target on your own back ??  or is it more like a STOP DON’T SHOOT sorta deal for you ? on the bright side, if they do get ya, they probably won't know. the blood'll blend right in and you still got your chance to run.   ❜

☕ catch him outta bed ! // accepting 

          A knock at his door is what wakes him. Bleary eyed, it’s a few seconds until he registers; that train of thought running slow in his mind. There’s always those shifts; the ones unexpected; the ones that sever the peace of sleep --- cut it too short and too quick. There’s always that made rush in the morning with numbers still blurred, formed by the panic in the back of one’s mind that scream: he’s LATE. 

Blanket tossed, he stumbles to the door to let it slide open, and there, just for Montgomery Scott to see is Hikaru Sulu, fresh out of bed in the best and worst five minutes of his day. Hair’s a mess, juts and spikes -- a far cry from the perfection very obviously now aided by wax, and there’s that little bit of dopeyness there that lingers in his motions and the heaviness the pilot seems to carry. Nothing quite so direct, no movement quite so intentional. 

Nonsense garbled, something like a ‘sorry’ and a ‘be right back’ before he grabs his uniform. It’s a rush to change, minutes trickling in his mind. Two minutes left until he’s got to get to the bridge ( enough time , but he’s set on autopilot ). He makes it, sleepy smile still there as he grins with victory. A minute to spare. 

Scotty’s still standing there, perhaps in awe, perhaps confused, perhaps a little amused, Sulu can’t quite read it in that moment. His mouth opens, and he gestures outside. “ --- I was wondering if you’d like to have a cup of tea before we get right into it. ” 

A pause. What. 

A look at the alarm. The numbers seem to have rearranged themselves. He’s got half an hour. Sulu’s quiet for a moment, eyes set on those red numbers before that slow lick and press of teeth against his bottom lip. A blink, and shoulders relax before he pinches the bridge of his nose, lips curving as he huffs a laugh. 

“ --- Must look like an idiot. ” 

He doesn’t see Scotty look towards the hair that’s still a mess ( a step forgotten in the process of preparation ). It’s kind of cute.  

     as he walks into the station, cooper can see, to his amazement, the technological future -- a life beyond earth. a world without the dust that coated every surface, a world that’s fed and healthy, a one where people are allowed to be whatever it is they desire to be. he’s practically drifting through walkways, eyes glued to everything and nothing at all. humanity found a home again. humanity found its way to thrive among the stars. 

      ❝ I'm just worried-- maybe it's the timeline rewriting itself. ❞

is johnlock not considered that tho lmaoooooo