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You stirred, groggily crawling towards consciousness and taking the usual mental stock of a morning. Legs, check. Arms, aching. Stomach... best left undisturbed. Head spinning, mouth feeling full of dust... the weight and warmth of a body next to your own.
Now that was an unusual one.
Your eyes peeked open against the mercifully dim lights and peered around. You were in your own bedroom, which was a good start. The chronometer showed an early hour, which meant you weren't running late for your shift. Next to you lay Scotty, taking in the scenery with wide eyes and looking scared to move.
Ah, shit.
You caught each other's eye and slowly raised the blanket covering you both to see if the worst was true. Oddly, while you were as embarrassingly naked as expected, your friend and boss was still wearing his full uniform, minus boots.
“Uhh...?” He began, apparently equally confused as he assessed the situation. The sound of his voice was enough to snap you fully awake, and you pulled the blanket back down quickly to cover yourself. “So... what?”
You tried to run through the events of the previous evening. The pair of you had been hanging out in the rec room, chatting and drinking as usual, when Scotty had bet... something.. to do with the showers, wasn't it?.... and you'd both come here, back to your quarters. And then...
“You passed out.” You croaked, as the recollection hit you. “You passed out, so I put you to bed. I guess I didn't feel like taking the floor.”
“Oh...” The faint sound was made melodic by his accent. He rubbed his face, briefly poking out a tongue so coated it'd probably need shaving. “Well, that'd explain a few things, aye. But ah, it doesnae really account for....”
He indicated your lack of attire and you felt a blush creeping up to match his own. “Uh yeah, I don't tend to...”
“Oh.” He realised. “Oh! Oh? I dinnae know that, I mean, I- I wouldnae know, I mean I- I-... I'll get up.”
He shot up from the bed, steadied himself against a chair for a moment, then began fumbling for his boots as you lay back and wished for death. Or at least, to wake up again in a few hours with none of this having happened.
He coughed slightly. “So I'll ah, see ya later, then, yes? Uh, yes. Bye.”
Footsteps hurried towards the door, only to stop with a deflating “Ohh......”
“Whaaaat?” You called with a threat in your voice.
You heard him return. “I um... I do have to report this to the captain.” He muttered apologetically.
That made you sit upright, hastily grabbing the blanket about you as Scotty's eyes shot towards the ceiling. “What? No! What? Why?”
He gulped. “Ah, well, I am your boss, technically, and I had to sit through a bunch o' seminars and stuff about harassment and I have just looked at you naked and if I didnae tell them and they found out they could have me fired. Not actually into a sun, but they could post me uncomfortably near to one. I suppose it'd be a nice change after Delta Vega, look I am sorry about this.”
The sudden movement had given you alarming signals from your guts. The combination of this and Scotty stood there looking like a puppy waiting to have his nose rubbed in something made you disinclined to press the matter, so you waved a half-hearted hand. “Don't worry about it. Think I'm more concerned about Kirk 'accidentally' telling the whole ship.”
You pulled your knees towards your chest, resting your arms and then your head on them as you tried to fight down the rising sickness and wondered if Doctor McCoy would be up yet. There was a man who knew how to deal with a hangover.
Despite your limited view, you got the distinct impression of Scotty nodding sagely. “Aye, man's a menace. Ooh.” A thought had clearly occurred to him. “I could maybe report to Commander Spock instead, he's first officer..”
You tilted your head to squint at him.
“I'm not sure which is worse....” Pondering this, he nodded a goodbye and finally exited, leaving you to slowly fold back on to the bed.
After it happened a third time, you started wearing pyjamas.