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Hey guys ! Want to read up on sel BEFORE the visitor came? Wanna know how his crush on lyle came to be ? Wanna know of sel's OTHER crush? Well I succumbed and made a fic for sel but um. He's not having a good time. Its FINE.

SHARP noises pierced her ears as the doors clanked closed. Michael stared at the metal doors, feeling a deep pressure against her heart. Eyes closed, ignoring the situation as she tried to calm down. This was normal, this was a simple malfunction. She was stuck there with a chief engineer; she was safe.

“Oh, calm down Scotty. You know it’ll help.” Mila didn’t like the coffee much either, but after the night before, he knew he’d have to do a little more than just sleep off the raging headache that was plaguing him. He sipped from his mug, letting a chuckle escape at the bored and tired expression from his companion. 

“Don’t look so depressed, Scott. It’s just some coffee. I think you’ll live without a glass of scotch just this once,” he spoke, slightly rubbing the bruise on his jaw that ached every time he spoke. 

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The young engineer giggled to her companion as she shook the spray can up and down. “Chekov told me this spray will come off with water, Keenser. Montgomery Scotty does not know that, so we will give him a wee fright,” she whispered as quietly as she could to the other engineer. He gave her a snicker as she began to spray graffiti on the main engineering control panels. 

She began to write “Jaylah was here” on the panel, and she couldn’t keep the bubbly laughter flowing out of her as she finished, but the look of confusion from Keenser made her frown for a moment. “I saw this in comedy movie last night with Chekov,” she explained, her giggles returning. The other prankster shrugged it off and began writing other obscenities on the panels, and drawing a few pictures that Jaylah didn’t quite understand. 

I’ve known you less than a week? And I already fucking love you? You're such a lovely person, and so so funny. Even from our first messages it’s never felt at all awkward, it’s never felt like I’m annoying you if I start yelling in your general direction.

And don’t even get me started on your writing because holy. Fucking. Shit. It’s amazing. I’m pretty sure that you actually are Scotty. You don’t fall into the pitfalls that a lot of other people seem to; you write Scotty as the smart, caring, funny person that he is, without turning him into comic relief. I’m pretty sure I could just sit and read through your blog for days and not get bored because honestly your style is just beautiful.

She’s relaxing in the rec room, feet tucked underneath her, a book settled in her lap. Being able to relax while off-duty was a luxury she hardly ever has, usually she has work she wants to get done or something that needs doing. So Bryanna is enjoying the little time she has to herself. But apparently it’s too good to be true. She’s disturbed by someone taking a seat next to her, turning her eyes up to look at the redshirt. “Is there something I can help you with Mr Scott? You do know I’m off duty at the moment.”