the voyage is home

sorry for double dipping on scones and uhotty with no license nor lesbianism. it's necessary

"Why, Scotty, honey, you're all wet!"

Scotty gave Uhura the most calculating, long-suffering look he could muster; the net effect was something much more like a lost cow with its leaflet umbrella upoverturned. "Lass, if I weren't I'd be afraid there was something wrong with me."

Uhura smiled, all rue and ringlets. "You're right there - oh, but look, you're shivering!"

"We can't have the great Professor Scott taking ill of a chill, now can we?" Bones chimed in from the other side, joining Uhura and mirroring her in leaning close to try to leach away some of the cold. Her hands had been rubbing at Scotty's arms, upper and lower alike, but now moved to dangle one at the back of his neck and the other over the V of his vest's neckline.

"A man'd get spoiled on the likes of this," Scotty said quietly, overwhelmed as he was.

Bones grinned. "I don't think I'd mind that one bit, do you, Ny?"

"Careful there, Doctor, who granted you nickname privileges?" But her emanating joy in response was just as effervescent and untampable, if a little less crooked.

"You'd better watch out for her, Len."

"I think she can handle herself!"