BEST TOS SCOTTY/MALE STORY
Title: After The Ball - Scotty
Author: T'Lin ( LinkyS@aol.com )
Series: TOS, The Christmas Ball Series
Part: 6/6
Rating: PG-13
Code: Sc/m
Summary: A brief vignette from Scotty's POV reflecting on Starfleet's Christmas Ball, which he didn't attend.
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by T'Lin -- 0512.17
It's nearly 3 AM, and I'm finally leaving the spaceport ... it's been a long day, made even longer by the fact that we had only a skeleton crew working, due to the big Christmas Ball that everyone wanted to attend. On top of that, we had a major problem with the power converters, which had to be re-calibrated ... no telling if that solved the problem until they get tested once again.
The Christmas Ball ... Starfleet's crowning achievement of the season. Personally, I wanted nothin' to do with it. I knew I'd only see them there ... and right now, I don't think I could 'ave taken it.
It's ma own fault, a course ... after all, I always said I was'no interested in a long term commitment or anything. A little recreational sex ... mutual gratification ... nothin' more than that.
And that's all I ever had with Pavel ... and Leonard ... and even with Nyota.
But with Nyota, part of me wanted more, if only she had wanted it, too. And apparently she did, just not with me. I guess that's what hurts the most.
So, for now, it's best to keep busy ... keep ma mind off of their happiness, an ma own misery. It's time to go home, have a drink or two, and sleep ...
A tap on my shoulder brings me out of my self-imposed misery. I turn to see young Davenport, sweaty from a long shift, looking at me. I ask if there's anything I can do for him, and he says there is ... he wants to know if I'd like to join him for a drink.
I weigh my options for a split second, and decide it would be far better to drink with a friend than go home and drink alone ... so off we go.
At first, we drink in silence ... apparently both lost in our own thoughts. I soon discover that he has also recently become single, which is why he volunteered to work this shift.
Apparently, his former lover decided he'd rather be with a woman, than another man. After being together for over a year, it came as quite a blow to the young man. He was in desperate need of consolation; I'm really not sure why he chose me as his confidant ... perhaps he sensed my own inner turmoil, and felt I would be a safe haven for him.
Personally, I was leery of getting involved ... but then, I too was lonely. Perhaps if I told him of my own situation, and explained that I wasn't looking for a commitment, we could spend some time together to ease each others pain.
It was then that I realized that I was in a perpetual loop ... forever looking for instant gratification, and no commitments ... and forever discovering that I was alone, and lonely.
Nonetheless, I asked him back to my flat ... a moments gratification was better than an eternity of loneliness ... and who knows, this time, it may turn into something lasting ... if only I would let it.
The end