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Title: TO SOOTHE MY WEARY BROW

Author: T'Lin ( LinkyS@aol.com )

Series: TOS

Code: Sc/U

Rating: NC-17

Web Page: T'Lin's FANFIC PAGE - http://www.oocities.org/tlin_s/

Note: Written for the Scotty Fuh-q Fest - http://oocities.com/scotty_fuh_q_fest/

Summary: Scotty and Uhura meet for the first time ...

Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom own all things TREK ... I just borrow from their wonderful universe for pleasure. No copyright infringement is intended, I make no money off of this. I promise to return everyone, unharmed and hopefully a bit happier, when I am done. This original work of fanfiction is the property of T'Lin, ©May, 2001.

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TO SOOTHE MY WEARY BROW

by T'Lin 0105.12

Personal Log - Lieutenant Commander Montgomery Scott:

Two days out of spacedock, an ah done know if ah ken deal wi' this upstart! Evverathin ah try ta tell 'im, he takes issue wi'. Ah ha' spok'n ta Meester Spock, who has trahed to convince me ta stay on, at least fer a while ... bu it will nea be easy.

End Log

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The duty shifts on the ENTERPRISE were divided into three eight-hour rotations ... Alpha, Beta and Gamma ... or to put them in perspective from a non-fleet point of view, the day shift, the night shift and the graveyard shift.

As was traditional in Starfleet, the senior officers worked Alpha shift, with junior officers being divided between Beta and Gamma. Of course, in alert situations, this changed, as the more experienced officers would be called to the bridge if the situation warranted.

When off-duty, there were a variety of things one could do ... work out in the gym, alone, or in groups ... teach, or take, classes in a variety of fields of interest to the crew ... or just relax in the rec room, playing games of chance, reading, or in quiet discussion.

The ENTERPRISE had only been out of spacedock for a few days, and already, an impromptu concert was planned for tonight. Nyota Uhura, the Communications Officer, had heard that several of the crew-members, both new and old, were musically inclined ... tonight would be a 'getting to know you' type 'jam session' ... just the type of thing that was needed to break the ice, as it were.

The 'concert' was scheduled to start in the main rec room at 2100-hours ... she would see about organizing similar events at other times, so that Beta and Gamma shift personnel could participate, and enjoy themselves, as well. Of course, if things went well, the 'concert' could still be in full swing as Gamma Shift was arriving for 'breakfast' ... at least, if they got up early.

Uhura was finishing up the preparations for the concert when she felt that she was no longer alone. Looking up, she noticed the Vulcan First Officer enter the room, and make his way purposefully toward her. "Ms. Uhura," he said, as he approached.

"Yes, Mr. Spock ... what can I do for you?" she asked, as she noticed him looking around the rec room at the temporary staging area. She had a sudden feeling of panic, wondering if this 'concert' was against regs or something.

"I have heard that you are planning a concert this evening, and I was wondering if there was room for one more participant?"

With obvious relief, she smiled at him, as she said, "of course ... there's always room for one more. Who did you have in mind?" she asked, glad that he was not telling her that the concert could not go on.

"Myself ," he said, rather self-consciously.

Uhura was taken aback, as she did not expect the Vulcan Science Officer to be the type to socialize in this way ... the impression she had gotten, in their very brief acquaintance, was of a very haughty individual, who spent all his free time in solitary pursuits. Perhaps she had misread him.

Spock, sensing her discomfort, if not understanding the reason for it, felt it was best to explain his request. "I have learned over the years serving under Captain Pike that it is always advisable for the senior officers to take part in these types of activities whenever possible ... as I play the Vulcan Lute ..." His voice trailed off, as if he was not sure how to proceed.

Uhura, realizing that he was actually quite shy about his abilities ... an attribute that she would not have associated with the aloof Vulcan ... quickly assured him that there was room in the program for him. "How about I put you in the middle of the evenings entertainment," she said, as she rearranged a few acts to fit the Vulcan between Ensign Burk's clarinet solo, and Lieutenant Osaka's flute. "What will you be playing?" she asked.

"You would not be able to pronounce the name. It is a variation on a theme by T'Klia."

Uhura, slightly annoyed by his assumptions, decided this was not the time to demonstrate her linguistic abilities. "Very well, I will see you at 2030-hours, then."

Spock inclined his head as he turned and left the room. Uhura, still somewhat surprised by the request, shook her head before finishing up the preparations. When she was done, she checked the chronometer, only to discover that there was less than an hour before she had to return and get things underway.

She hurriedly went to her room, to shower and change ... she'd hopefully get a chance for a bite to eat once the concert started.

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The evening was proceeding nicely ... so far, this little concert was a roaring success. The room had been set up in a 'cabaret' style, with small tables scattered around for intimate conversation between acts.

From Uhura's vantage point behind the stage, she could see the whole room, and the reactions of those who were there. She was happy to see Pavel Chekov come in, obviously one of the 'early risers' for Gamma Shift, and find a seat with Sulu ... they had, apparently, hit it off. She was happy for them ... it had been some time since Hikaru had been involved with anyone, and Uhura hoped that Pavel was finally the 'one' for him.

Just moments before it was her turn to hit the stage, she noticed the chief engineer enter ... she had only seen him once or twice since coming aboard, and at that, only in the briefing room. He was one of the 'hold overs' from Captain Pike's tour of duty ... a distinguished gentleman, with the most wonderful brogue. His voice was like music to her ears.

Since he was 'Alpha Shift', Nyota had assumed he would not be attending this concert ... after all, shift change was several hours ago, and all the other 'Senior Officers' were already here. At the thought, she realized just how much she had been disappointed by his absence ... and how pleased she was that he had arrived in time to hear her sing.

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Scotty had just finished re-calibrating the engines, as per the Captain's orders, and decided to stop by the rec room for a drink before going to bed. As he entered, he noticed that a concert of some type was going on ... he had forgotten all about the announcement earlier in the day. The room was crowded, but seeing that there was an empty table near the back, where he could sit back and enjoy his scotch in peace, he entered, crossed to the food replicator and placed his order, then returned to the vacant table.

As he sat, he noticed the Captain and First Officer sitting at the front table. He scowled ... just seeing them brought back his fowl mood, along with the memory of the argument he had had earlier with the Captain about the calibration of the engines ... how the Captain could not see the advantage of his modifications was beyond him, but he had, against his better judgement, returned them to spec, per the Captain's orders.

As his mood darkened, so did the room, until there was complete darkness. A hush seemed to fall over the room, as a single, high note sang out ... pure and light ... ever so slowly increasing in volume, as the small spotlight grew to illuminate the singer on the stage.

Scotty was transfixed ... he had never seen such a lovely sight, nor heard such a beautiful voice. The song was unfamiliar to him, but it soared on high ... conjuring up images of birds in flight, or stars streaming by at warp speed. Her song was mesmerizing, and he found himself reacting to her beauty, although he didn't even know her name.

She was obviously one of the new crew members, and a part of his mind told him that he *should* know who she was ... but that part was preoccupied and distracted ... wanting very much to spend some private time with this enchanting woman.

As the song came to an end, the lights went off once more ... the room erupted in applause, and Scotty found himself standing in ovation as the lights came up to reveal the lovely lady. She took her bows graciously, as the helmsman, Mr. Sulu, stood to give her a bouquet of flowers.

Stepping back, she gestured backstage, and the rest of the crew members who took part in this concert came out to receive their ovations. Several others gave her flowers, and Scotty realized she must be the new communications officer, the one who organized this concert ... if only he could remember her name, he though.

The concert over, people started to mill about ... some heading off to catch a few hours sleep before their shift started, others preparing to go to work. Scotty found himself working his way towards the stage, where he hoped to offer his congratulations on a job well done ... even if he did just catch the last song. Perhaps she would be amenable to a drink before retiring for the night.

She was making a circuit of the room, accepting compliments from all ... offering her own to those who performed before her. As he got close enough to hear, he caught her name ... Uhura, what a lovely sound it had. She was just finishing up making a comment to the young ensign who, apparently, played the clarinet, when Scotty tapped her on the shoulder.

She started to turn his way, but the Captain and Mr. Spock stepped into her line of sight, "Ms. Uhura," the Captain said, "an excellent job ... I do hope you will plan more of these concerts ... very successful."

"Thank you, Captain ... I certainly hope to have more of them. And thank you, Mr. Spock, for contributing to the success ... perhaps we could collaborate in the future ... I think your lute would make an unusually beautiful accompaniment to a few songs I know."

"I would be honored ... you have a lovely voice."

"Ach ... that she does," Scotty said, as he reasserted himself into her periphery. She turned to him, and smiled ... such a lovely smile she had.

"Why, thank you, Mr. ...?"

"Scott ... Montgomery Scott ... but me friends call me 'Scotty'," he said, as he took her hand and very gallantly kissed it.

Scotty was in his own little world, completely lost in her eyes. The Captain and First Officer completely forgotten for the moment. As he was about to ask her to join him for a drink, reality set in, as the Captain asked about the engine re-calibration.

"Wha' ...?" he said, not really registering what the captain had asked him. Refocusing his attention, his foul mood reasserted itself ... after all, he was off duty ... and had spent half of his off-duty time returning the engines to speck, even though they would be less efficient than his modifications had made them. Unable to completely hide his dissatisfaction with the Captain, he replied, "Aye, I've re-calibrated the engines, per yer orders ... but ah still say y'll be regrettin' it down the road."

"We'll see, Mr. Scott," the captain said with a frown. Returning his attention to Uhura, he continued, "good night, Ms. Uhura ... and thank you for such a lovely evening." and he turned to leave.

Spock inclined his head, and said his good-nights as well, and followed the Captain out of the rec room. Scotty found himself alone for the first time with this ebon-beauty, and for once found himself lost for words.

"Well, at least now I know why you came in so late," Uhura said with a smile, as she gave him her full attention.

"Aye ..." he was about to launch in about his difficulties with this new captain, when he suddenly stopped himself. "You saw me come in?"

"Of course ... the arrival of such a distinguished gentlemen cannot help but be noticed."

Scotty beamed ... "ach, lass ... thank ye for the kind words. I would have thought that me foul mood at the time would have caused a cloud of despair to overcome the entire room." he took the lass by the arm, and led her to the bar, as he continued, "but I must thank ye ... I was in misery when I arrived, but you were there to soothe my weary brow, and set my mind at ease."

"My pleasure," she said, as she smiled at him, then turned to the bartender and asked for a glass of wine. Scotty ordered scotch, and after their drinks arrived, they took them back to the table where he had been sitting. He hastily placed his drink on the table, then held the chair for her to sit in ... she was obviously surprised by this act of chivalry, but did not rebuke him, as some lasses would.

They sat in companionable silence for a bit, each sipping their drinks and looking around the room to see who was still there ... he could sense that she needed a bit of a breather after all the hard work she had put into the concert ... much the same as his plans had been when he first arrived ... sometimes you just need a few moments of 'down-time' to restore the equilibrium.

The room was slowly clearing ... everyone either going to their quarters for a bit of shut-eye, or heading to their duty stations. Scotty knew he would soon have to leave as well, but did not want to spend this night alone ... it had been quite some time since he had spent the night with anyone, and he was feeling a wee bit horny. Of course, he had just met the lass ... chances are, he'd be spendin the night with 'Mary Palm, and her five sisters' ... it wouldn't be the first time ... nor the last.

Scotty was roused from his musing by the sound of her voice, "Hikaru ... Pavel ... so glad you could both make it. Did you enjoy the concert?"

"Yes, Ny ... it was wonderful," said the young Asian, who Scotty recalled was the new helmsman, Sulu. He smiled at his companion, as he put his arm around his shoulder, and continued, "it was even more pleasant because this was our first 'date', as it were ... it's difficult, working such different shifts."

"Yes ... I hev esked for a transfeer to Alpha shift ... but who knows how long it vill take ..." his words trailed off, as he shrugged.

Scotty did not know who this young pup was, but there was something familiar about him ... if he could only put my finger on it. 'no matter, he probably reminds me of someone from me misbegotten youth,' he thought. In any case, he felt he should give the lad some reassurance ... "give it some time, lad ... if ya do your work well ... and if the Captain is a fair man ... he'll grant your request."

The two of them looked at him, as if they had not been aware of his presence until he had spoken. Uhura, realizing that they did not know each other, hastily made introductions, then stood to hug her friends good night. As Sulu and Chekov left, Scotty stood, also ... realizing the time had come to say good night.

"Scotty," she said, before he had a chance to say anything, "I know that we just met this evening ... but I was wondering ..." Her words trailed off.

"What is it, lass?"

"Never mind ... it's late, and you've no doubt had a long day ..." she sounded rather wistful as she said that ... more than ever, he wanted to take her in his arms and reassure her.

"Ach, lass ... that I have ... but you know, it's been one of those days when I just canna seem to unwind." He saw her brighten, and smiled at her, adding, "ah hae a bottle o scotch in me quarters, if you'd care to join me fer a nigh-cap."

"That I would, Scotty," she said, as she took his offered arm, and they made their way out of the rec room. They made their way to officers territory in silence ... when they got to his quarters, Uhura said, "we're neighbors! How delightful."

"We are?" he asked, surprised with himself for not having noticed. She pointed out that her quarters were just two doors down, on the opposite side of the corridor. "Well ... at least we won't have ta worry bout ya gettin lost on the way home."

They entered his quarters, and much to his chagrin, the place was a mess ... technical journals strewn all over the place. As he hastily removed a stack of them from the small divan in the main room, he mumbled an apology, all the while thanking whatever gods there be that it was just technical journals ... for once, there were no clothes lying about.

She commented that her own rooms were not much better, seeing that she had barely unpacked her things, and was yet to find places for everything. She made herself comfortable, as Scotty poured each of them a tot of scotch. As he was about to sit on the only char in the room, she gestured for him to join her on the divan ... he was more than happy to oblige.

He sat next to her, and as he did, she turned, curling her leg up under her, and resting her arm on the back of the sofa. They sat like this for some time ... she told him of her past assignments, and the role she had in developing the new universal translators. He told her of his previous two tours aboard the ENTERPRISE, and his recent promotion to the head of engineering.

As they talked, they sipped the scotch ... he found himself growing mellow, and very aroused. When her hand brushed the back of his neck, he flinched ... it was as if an electric shock had passed through his system, stimulating his senses, and sending blood to his groin.

Scotty looked into her eyes, and could see the heat there ... her touch had been intentional. He downed the last of the scotch in his glass, and deliberately placed the glass on the table in front of him. He sat back, shifting slightly to get a bit closer to her ... bending toward her to place a light kiss on those luscious lips.

She met him with all the heat and passion he could ever hope for ... breathless, she whispered, "Scotty ... would you like to ..."

"Aye, lass ... ah would, indeed." He stood, pulling her up with him and into a hug ... his arousal was impossible to hide, and it felt absolutely wonderful to feel her pressing against him, slowly gyrating her hips to let him know she was as eager as he was.

They made their way quickly into the sleeping area, rather clumsily trying to help each other undress. After a few aborted efforts, they separated just long enough to strip out of their own clothes, then quickly back into each others arms. Ah ... she was such a lovely thing ... full, voluptuous breasts, flat stomach, and a perfectly rounded ass. Perfection, in his eyes.

He led her to the bed, and knelt down beside her ... his hands roaming over her smooth skin. He was more than eager to take her, but did not want to seem uncaring in his lovemaking. Admittedly, he was unskilled at foreplay, but he had an idea of what felt good, so his lips and tongue followed his hands ... suckling her breasts ... kissing her stomach ... running his tongue around her navel.

She, in turn, was giving him a hand job ... 'ah, it was so much nicer when it was someone else's hand doin' all the work' he thought. As he dipped his tongue into her navel, she arched her back, spreading her legs in invitation. His fingers explored her depths, and he shifted slightly to follow with his tongue.

As he tasted her sweet juices, she gave his cock a firm squeeze, and said softly, "ah, Scotty ... that feels ... oh ... so good ..." as she spoke, he flicked his tongue across her clit, each time eliciting a breathless gasp from her, "but I ... really need ... something ... a bit ... larger ... if you know ... what I mean." she gasped out, as she gave his cock another firm pump.

He was nearly gone, so he held back ... once again shifting his position, preventing her from touching him for a bit while he continued to tease her clit with his tongue. When he knew he could last more than a few second inside her, he lifted her knees to position himself between her silky thighs.

She was more than ready, and wrapping her legs around his hips, she met his thrusts perfectly. Ah, she felt so good around his shaft ... hot and tight, and oh, so wet ... he ached for release. She met each thrust with one of her own, squeezing with her inner muscles, as she took him ever deeper ... in a matter of seconds, they came ... calling out for the sheer pleasure they felt at the release of tensions.

Spent and weak, he pulled out and rolled to the side, pulling her into his embrace. They were both breathing heavily, as he kissed her and hugged her close. "Ah, lass ... I thank ye ... it's been a while, it has."

"You're welcome, Scotty ... although I think I should be thanking you." There was a smile in her voice as she went on, "it's been a while for me, too. It isn't easy finding someone to be with, when marriage is not an option ... and for me, it is not."

"Ah, the pitfall of a career in the fleet ... seems most of us are married to our jobs, and seldom find the 'right one' to share our lives with ..." He realized he was getting a bit philosophical, and smiled as he got up onto his elbow and looked her in the eye as he continued, "Ah canna promise ah'll always be there for ye, but if ye ever need a good lay, or someone ta talk to ... you can call on me."

"I'd like that ... after all, relieving sexual tension is something we all must do from time to time ... and wouldn't you agree that doing so with a friend is far better than doing it alone?"

"Ach, that it is, lass ... that it is."

~ the end of the beginning ~