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Challenge: Author Favorites: 100 Ways: Prompt 78

Posted on 2011.05.13 at 20:51
Current Location: My Dorm
Current Mood: boredbored
Current Music: Temptation - Cote de Pablo
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NAME: Boy Should Come With A Warning Label
RATING: PG-13
FANDOM: Star Trek Reboot
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Pavel Chekov, Montgomery Scott; Nyota Uhura others mentioned | Scotty/Chekov, others mentioned
GENRES: Romance/Humor
SUMMARY: It started with a cup of coffee.
PROMPT: 78: Drink; “WARNING: The beverage you’re about to consume is extremely hot.”
WARNINGS: barista!Chekov, workaholic!Scotty, a coffee shop setting, fluff, bad puns… Chekov and Scotty flirt with each other so much you want to finally push them together to get them to snog. You know…
AU: Modern day setting. Somewhere in England, as Scotty still has a Scottish accent, but Chekov has a Cockney accent. I’m taking some liberties here! Chekov works in a coffee shop, Scotty works as a computer programmer. Uhura is generally awesome, but what else is new?

Note: I should credit kjcp and her Merlin story ‘Roses By Any Other Name’ for the idea of barista flirtation with customer… as well as for the last half of my prompt.



Montgomery Scott had a schedule.

But when his coffee machine broke, all went to hell in hand basket. He didn’t have time to replace it, hardly. He was bringing home his work every single day in an attempt to get it done by his paid holiday. The Starfleet Company wasn’t exactly breathing down his neck about it… Montgomery just worked too hard. Even his coworker and dear friend Hikaru Sulu was starting to worry about him.

But the program was almost up and running, and when it was, NASA could get off his back about how important world security was now that they had made contact with the planet Vulcan. The people of Vulcan seemed nice, but that meant that there were other planets out there, and that’s what NASA wanted to protect the earth from. Just in case.

But back to Montgomery Scott and his broken coffee maker. Now that it was totally not working, Montgomery decided to start going to the nearest coffee shop he could to get his daily dose of caffeine. He needed it, as he was up all night, usually, working on the security computer system late into the night.

“Er… first time here, actually,” he said to the barista, a young, sandy-haired (curly as heck and adorable on any youngster, Montgomery was sure) boy. Scotty suspected he was a poof, but he wasn’t complaining. He was one as well.

“What do you usually have at home, sir?” the boy asked, a slight Cockney accent gracing his lips. It was incredibly sexy to the Scot, for some odd reason.

“Coffee…?” Montgomery asked, feeling incredibly stupid all of the sudden.

The barista laughed, “I see you’re a punctual man with a whole schedule. Nyota? What do we have in the way of normal coffee?”

“Medium drip? Large drip?” his beautiful (for a girl, anyway) dark-skinned coworker replied, picking up a cup. “That what you want, sir?”

Montgomery smiled at her, “A medium drip sounds about right.”

“That’ll be 2.50, sir,” the sandy-haired kid replied. He was young, but Montgomery had a feeling he was at least a second-year in Uni. Smart-looking as hell (as well as sexy, as he’d established in the first four seconds of seeing him).

Montgomery gave him his bank card and waited for the coffee, which only took three seconds at the latest.

He was out the door upon getting the coffee. Maybe he didn’t need a new coffee maker after all?



It became a habit for Montgomery to pick up a coffee at the café across the street from his building every weekday. He even had a time when he did it. At 6:30 every morning, he entered the café, and at 6:30 every morning, a medium drip was waiting for him on the counter. All Montgomery had to do was give the barista—his barista—his bank card, and he was out the door.

Montgomery got his holiday about two months after his first visit to the café. He was happy that the program was done and in its final days. Now that he was done writing up the codes, his correspondent at NASA would fix any tweaks and keep running it until it was actually finished. So Montgomery was off for a couple of weeks.

But he still craved coffee from the café across the street from work.

After a weekend with his new coffee machine (he had broken down and gotten one), it was still not the same as going to the café and seeing his barista. So on Monday he got up at 9:00, grabbed a book and his wallet, keys, and sunglasses, and headed out the door.

When he got to the café, his barista (Montgomery caught sight of his nametag: Pavel Chekov. Strange name for a boy from a Cockney neighborhood…) put a hand to his heart (Montgomery noticed he was still wearing his signature short-sleeved shirt and a scarf. The color combination today was a turquoise shirt and a purple scarf. Interesting combination, but gorgeous as usual on Montgomery’s barista). “I thought you had died or something. Greg’s been drinking your coffee every morning for two days now, and he’s a wreck on coffee…”

“Why didn’t you drink it?” Montgomery asked.

“Can’t stand regular coffee, actually. I have CoffeeMate at home just so I can have a little vanilla flavoring because black coffee is too bitter for me,” Pavel replied.

“Boy’s got a sweet tooth,” Nyota, his dark-skinned coworker, replied. “Medium drip for you, Mr. Scott?”

“No… I’m on vacation, which is why I haven’t been coming in as regularly,” Montgomery replied, holding up his book, “Thought I’d relax a little to day… get a few pages into this book. I’ll try something different,” he turned to Pavel, “Any suggestions, Mr. Sweet Tooth?”

“Lattes are always in fashion,” Pavel replied. “I could suggest several, but according to your tastes—“

“Surprise me,” Montgomery replied, giving the sandy-haired male his bank card.

Pavel grinned a brilliant grin at the Scot and swiped his card, taking the cup and marker from Nyota and scribbled something onto it. Nyota took a look at it and grinned, going over to make the drink.

Montgomery went to a table and sat down. Pavel said something to Nyota about studying for a test he had the next day and disappeared to the back room. Gwen finished making Montgomery’s drink and took it out to him.

“Have you… been getting any of Pavel’s messages?” she asked.

Montgomery looked up from his book and raised an eyebrow at her. “What do you mean?”

“Check the cup, sir,” Nyota replied, she winked at Montgomery and sashayed off behind the counter again.

Montgomery blinked at her retreating frame, and then looked at the cup. It seemed perfectly normal, but as he turned it around, he noticed on the warning label, some words had been crossed out:

WARNING:
The beverage you’re about to
Consume is extremely hot.




When Montgomery was done with his coffee and itching to get some lunch, he went up to the counter again. Pavel was back, either taking a study break, or fearing for his job (as his replacement had fallen asleep on the register).

“No free refills, Mr. Scott,” Pavel said, grinning at him.

“No refills, thanks. I just wanted to buy another coffee. A vanilla latte, two shots, if you will.”

“Mmm… that’s my favorite,” Pavel said, taking Montgomery’s bank card and swiping it.

“Umm… after your done filling out the order on the cup—“ Montgomery started. Pavel looked up from his scribbling just then with his beautiful green-grey eyes. “—can you hand me the marker and cup real quick?”

Pavel blinked, but handed him the objects. Montgomery scribbled a few things on the cup with the marker and handed it back to him. He picked up his book, “See you…” he said, and made for the door.

“Mr. Scott! You’re drink?” Pavel called, handing the cup quickly to Nyota before putting hands on the table and leaning in like he was going to climb up over it.

Montgomery waved his arms, his back still to the boy, “It’s yours, laddie! Pay special heed to the message I just wrote you!”



It took thirty minutes for Montgomery to successfully drive home and get in his apartment before his cell phone buzzed.

You bought me a coffee.

Montgomery laughed.

Yes I did.

And you gave me your phone number.

That too.

I get off at three.


Montgomery grinned. He knew he had nothing else to do for the rest of the afternoon.

I’ll see you then.



For a man so punctual, Montgomery was about three minutes late. Pavel was waiting for him outside, under an umbrella’d table outside the shop. He stood when he noticed Scotty about a block away.

“Goodness, I thought you’d have been hit by a car…” Pavel said checking the wristwatch on his left arm.

“Couldn’t get rid of me that easily, lad,” Montgomery replied.

They were silent for a minute. Then Montgomery spoke, “Well… I’ve already bought you coffee, so that’s off the list.”

Pavel laughed, “There’s a sandwich shop just down the road. It’ll take us fifteen minutes just to walk there.”

“I love sandwiches,” Montgomery replied.

“I had a feeling,” Pavel replied, grinning that adorable grin Montgomery had fallen for.

Montgomery thought about for a second as they walked, “You’re a clever lad, you know?”

Pavel glanced at him, “Why?”

“That warning label thing.”

“Well… you needed to come with a warning label. So I made you a custom one,” Pavel replied, putting his hands in the back pockets of his skin-tight jeans.

They grinned at each other before getting into the normal get-to-know-you conversation as they reached the doors for the sandwich shop.



WARNING:
The beverage you’re about to
Consume is </strong>extremely hot</strong>.

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