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The Fundamental Equation - or, the 5 times Scotty has daydreamed about being the Highlander Hero from 21st century romance novels, and the one time Chekov made it a reality.
1:
The first time, he was six. He drew a rose on a piece of paper and gave it to a girl in his math class. She was so pretty and she could do multiplication. It was love at first sight.
He found the paper in the garbage bin, crumpled into a lumpy ball. At the time, he'd been heartbroken.
2:
The second time, he was ten, and he'd just watched Braveheart with his grandparents. He ran around the block screaming 'FREEDOM!' and when that cute girl from next door came out to see what all the yelling was about (she could do long division and he was in love), he grabbed her around the waist and stole her off to become his wife.
That didn't work out so well. He came back home a little bruised and a lot angry, and told himself that girls were gross, long division or no.
3:
The third time, he was fourteen and he'd almost given up on anyone understanding him when he met Ian Finley. Ian was sixteen and brilliant and when he wrote the equation for fluids in motion off the top of his head, Scotty felt his jaw hit the floor. Or possibly the table. And drool was very nearly involved.
Late that night, as he lay in bed with an arm over his face, breathing heavily from the actions of his other arm, he wondered what it would be like to have sex under the stars.
4:
The fourth time was the first time that Scotty had been attracted to someone for something other than their intelligence. Her name was Nadia and she was American, and her accent was cute and sexy and she liked being swept off her feet.
But she didn't get it when he made a joke about the 'relative position of two bodies', and when they had sex under the stars, it wasn't romantic, it was cold, and by all the laws of thermodynamics, there had to be a way to make this work.
Three weeks later, he followed his sister and joined Starfleet.
5:
If he'd thought it was cold in the Scottish hills under the stars, it was nothing compared to Delta Vega.
Scotty put his feet up on a messy desk full of papers, and equations, and logic. He locked his hands behind his head and for once, he didn't think about food, because food was nice but the more he thought about it, the hungrier he got.
He invented a dream world. Somewhere he could let his mind wander, somewhere that wasn't this cold empty planet with no one but Keenser for company. With all the wideness of space, it had to exist, somewhere out there.
Someone who was cute, and smart, and could calculate alternate gravities without blinking, and would let Scotty hold him sometimes.
He dreamed of a person who knew that physics was beautiful.
1:
"If Mr. Scott can get us to Warp Factor 4, and if the drill is not actuated..."
The first time he'd heard him speak was the time that made him realize that the count had started over.
They were on the observation deck, doors locked, with the viewscreens as wide as they could possibly go. Pavel was tracing the line of Scotty's chest with one delicate finger, and his body was warm, sated presence at his side - not too cold and not too warm, and he'd never thought orgasms to the principle of minimum energy could be so erotic.
"I think the galaxy must have been made by a lady," Pavel murmured, his head tucked into Scotty's shoulder.
"You think?" He grinned slowly. "She must've been a beauty."
"Very beautiful, yes." The stars, mapped in unfamiliar constellations, reflected in his eyes. "And lonely."
Scotty's arms tightened, and he didn't know how the Vulcans did it, how they could live without this. "Space is only lonely when there's nobody to share it with," he muttered, his brogue thick with emotion.
"Da," Pavel murmured, and he smiled. "She is not lonely anymore."
[i'm a hopeless sap 8D;]
1:
The first time, he was six. He drew a rose on a piece of paper and gave it to a girl in his math class. She was so pretty and she could do multiplication. It was love at first sight.
He found the paper in the garbage bin, crumpled into a lumpy ball. At the time, he'd been heartbroken.
2:
The second time, he was ten, and he'd just watched Braveheart with his grandparents. He ran around the block screaming 'FREEDOM!' and when that cute girl from next door came out to see what all the yelling was about (she could do long division and he was in love), he grabbed her around the waist and stole her off to become his wife.
That didn't work out so well. He came back home a little bruised and a lot angry, and told himself that girls were gross, long division or no.
3:
The third time, he was fourteen and he'd almost given up on anyone understanding him when he met Ian Finley. Ian was sixteen and brilliant and when he wrote the equation for fluids in motion off the top of his head, Scotty felt his jaw hit the floor. Or possibly the table. And drool was very nearly involved.
Late that night, as he lay in bed with an arm over his face, breathing heavily from the actions of his other arm, he wondered what it would be like to have sex under the stars.
4:
The fourth time was the first time that Scotty had been attracted to someone for something other than their intelligence. Her name was Nadia and she was American, and her accent was cute and sexy and she liked being swept off her feet.
But she didn't get it when he made a joke about the 'relative position of two bodies', and when they had sex under the stars, it wasn't romantic, it was cold, and by all the laws of thermodynamics, there had to be a way to make this work.
Three weeks later, he followed his sister and joined Starfleet.
5:
If he'd thought it was cold in the Scottish hills under the stars, it was nothing compared to Delta Vega.
Scotty put his feet up on a messy desk full of papers, and equations, and logic. He locked his hands behind his head and for once, he didn't think about food, because food was nice but the more he thought about it, the hungrier he got.
He invented a dream world. Somewhere he could let his mind wander, somewhere that wasn't this cold empty planet with no one but Keenser for company. With all the wideness of space, it had to exist, somewhere out there.
Someone who was cute, and smart, and could calculate alternate gravities without blinking, and would let Scotty hold him sometimes.
He dreamed of a person who knew that physics was beautiful.
1:
"If Mr. Scott can get us to Warp Factor 4, and if the drill is not actuated..."
The first time he'd heard him speak was the time that made him realize that the count had started over.
They were on the observation deck, doors locked, with the viewscreens as wide as they could possibly go. Pavel was tracing the line of Scotty's chest with one delicate finger, and his body was warm, sated presence at his side - not too cold and not too warm, and he'd never thought orgasms to the principle of minimum energy could be so erotic.
"I think the galaxy must have been made by a lady," Pavel murmured, his head tucked into Scotty's shoulder.
"You think?" He grinned slowly. "She must've been a beauty."
"Very beautiful, yes." The stars, mapped in unfamiliar constellations, reflected in his eyes. "And lonely."
Scotty's arms tightened, and he didn't know how the Vulcans did it, how they could live without this. "Space is only lonely when there's nobody to share it with," he muttered, his brogue thick with emotion.
"Da," Pavel murmured, and he smiled. "She is not lonely anymore."
[i'm a hopeless sap 8D;]