A few hours earlier, the relative peace and quiet of the engine room had been shattered by an attempt on Scotty's life. His usual safe haven had become a near-deadly war zone, with one of his best and brightest lieutenants leading the opposing faction. Normally, this wouldn't have been a problem. Normally, he'd simply crush whatever opposition might arise, through sheer brute force if necessary. The trouble this time was that Lieutenant Grey was a woman, and while Scotty had no issue dealing death to the men she'd rallied to her cause, not only had Grey kept out of the way during the assassination attempt - Scotty simply could not kill a woman in cold blood, not unless it was absolutely necessary
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The computer alerted her to a presence outside her quarters, and she raised a curious eyebrow when she saw it was Scotty. That was certainly unexpected, as she was certain he'd been avoiding her since the away mission, no doubt either embarrassed by what he'd said or concerned that their supposed “alliance” was what kept putting them in danger. In any event, seeking her out was one thing, but doing so on her turf seemed like the sort of chance he wouldn't want to take. What was so important that he would risk coming here? Smiling to herself and setting down the glass of wine, she disabled a few of the safety protocols, but not all. It was doubtful that he was here to cause her harm after saving her life, but one could never be too careful. She turned off the rainstorm track but kept the lights dimmed. “Enter,” she called out, knowing the command would open the doors. She stayed comfortably perched on the couch, seeing no reason to act as if she found his presence threatening.
As the door slid open, the first thing he noticed was the low lighting, a sharp contrast with the brightly lit corridors of the rest of the ship. Hands clasped behind his back, he took a step inside and paused there as the door closed behind him. He let his eyes adjust to the light difference, silently regarding Uhura, his face expressionless. Rather than proceed any further, he stayed where he was, hands still clasped together behind his back. "You're doing well, I trust." His tone was coolly polite; this was to be a professional meeting, nothing more and nothing less.
She noted the formal pose and characteristically blank expression, and smiled sweetly at him. "I am. Thank you for your concern," she replied, picking up the wine and taking another long sip. "And yourself? You don't have to stand by the door you know. It's as safe anywhere else as it is there." This wasn't strictly speaking true, but that didn't really bother Uhura. Stretching for a moment, she uncurled and rose lithely to her feet, gliding a few steps closer but keeping her pose relaxed. "To what do I owe the unexpected pleasure?"
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