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Challenge: Author Favorites: 100 Ways: Prompt 62

Posted on 2011.05.13 at 21:02
Current Location: My Dorm
Current Mood: predatorypredatory
Current Music: Granger Danger - from AVPM
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NAME: Off Limits
RATING: R (not quite NC-17, but it does get a little hinky)
FANDOM: Star Trek Reboot
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Pavel Chekov, Montgomery Scott, mentions of all sorts of other characters (including OCs) | Scotty/Chekov, Chekov/OC (sorry!), other pairing mentions
GENRES: Romance/Drama
SUMMARY: Pavel is a budding sorcerer. Only problem? Magic is forbidden in this world. When his family puts him on a mission to assassinate Montgomery Scott for the other’s involvement in the betrayal of the clan’s Princess, will he be able to go through with it?
WARNINGS: Fantasy, fluff, slash, spells said in Welsh, and some Harry Potter-esque swearing. Slight Merlin rip-off, but not much.
PROMPT: 62 - Magic
AU: Modern times. Alternate dimension where magic is real (like its not here and now *huffs*) but forbidden. I use spells from Harry Potter. “Merlin’s Pants” is a swear frequently dropped. Chekov is 20, Scotty is about 29: creative liberties, b*tches.

Note: I’m sorry if the ending angers you. Endings aren’t always happy for tragic couples.



Scotty wasn’t normally this nervous. It wasn’t like he was meeting with the company boss: he was the company boss. He had just taken on an intern from the British Isles’ leading college of business, and he was meeting the kid for the first time. Only problem? This kid could maybe surpass him. He, Montgomery Scott of Starfleet Enterprises, could possibly be out-done by a child.

He had never felt so nervous. Except maybe in his childhood, when he had befriended someone who was breaking the law by even being around.

Magic was a wonderful tool; but only if you were willing to be killed by the government by using it. It was banned by the Queen so long ago that everyone these days just went along with the fear and prejudice of it.

But Scotty had befriended a user of magic; a sorceress by the name of Nyota Uhura. She was part of an underground clan (no, literally, it was underground) that never saw the sun. So, like the little mermaid, she came up to the surface, made friends with Scotty and another boy named Nero, but Nero betrayed her. Scotty had tried to save her, but his mother had shut him up in a cupboard until he promised not to tell anyone about her. Thus, he sort of aided her in her death.

But Scotty tried not to think about that. It was passed him now, so really this feeling before a big meeting with the 20-year-old business genius was actually the only time he was nervous. The 29-year-old corporate leader sighed and sat down, finally, just as the door swung open and a sandy-haired boy walked in.

“Mr. Scott?” the boy asked, his bright green eyes flashing toward the other a little more intense than usual. He seemed frightened, though, despite the determined look in his eyes.

“That’s me, lad,” the Scottish-born male replied, putting his hand out, “Welcome to Starfleet Enterprises.”

The other boy was slightly confused for a minute before he seemed to remember his manners. He shook the other’s big, warm hand and was taken aback by how nice Scotty seemed.

He had a mission, Pavel did.

He was part of that underground group of warlocks, the one Miss Nyota Uhura had been part of. The brightest sorcerer of his class, he was sent up to the Surface to assassinate this Montgomery Scott for the murder of his beloved Princess (the very Nyota Uhura who had been killed thanks to Nero’s betrayal and Scotty’s silence). Of course, being trained as an agent to the underground government, he would only strike when he knew it was right: first meetings weren’t the best time for assassinations. Gaining information first was always good, and for that to occur, agents had to show patience until the most opportune moment was at hand.

But Chekov wasn’t aware that humans who betrayed the trust of royalty were so damned pretty. There was nothing to protect him against those beautiful brown eyes and that soft skin. Nothing to help him get over the nice Scottish lilt in his subject’s voice, nor the gentle disposition the other had with him. Merlin’s pants this might prove difficult in the end…

Initial thoughts aside, Pavel was worried the job might not get done, and that his mission would be terminated and he’d be sent back, only to have another go in his place. Len might be a better candidate, but Pavel wanted to stay up here and get to know this human.

That… was a bad thing to want, actually. Since it wasn’t on terms with what the underground government had wanted.

But Pavel wasn’t on a time limit, so he was free to take as long as he liked…

Montgomery seemed to relax a little once introductions were made. He sat the boy down on a chair across from his desk and they chatted about this and that and what Scotty expected (coffee on his desk every morning: black, two sugars, a banana-nut muffin next to it. Otherwise, Pavel was to do odd jobs like copying and taking down numbers when Scotty got a direct call to his phone line when his secretary ran a message through. That kind of thing). Pavel nodded his head and listened as carefully as he could; the Scottish accent and the way Mr. Scott talked with his hands distracted him.

Where Pavel grew up (underground so his people and him could use magic without being seen and executed for it), it was all right for people to love whomever they wanted. Love was the sacred thing, and whomever one chose was deemed the right choice. Pavel had learned that some things were still taboo on the Surface, but that walls were being broken down, it was all right now for certain couples to do certain things. Pavel had grown up falling in love with both men and women: from his childhood jaunts with Gaila Fitzgerald and Christine Chapel to those fevered nights spent with his childhood friend (and now part-time shag) Elliot Hamilton.

So this sudden crush on the enemy was only surprising for the fact that it was a sudden crush on the enemy.

On the other end of the spectrum, Scotty couldn’t believe his luck. The boy was gorgeous (but totally off limits), smart (but totally off limits), funny (but totally off limits) and, not to mention, totally off limits.

Scotty ended the meeting by excusing himself to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, he splashed water on himself and had to calm himself down a little before returning to his office, which was now empty. Pavel walked into the room a few minutes later, “I thought maybe you’d like something to drink. Black. Two sugars.”

Scotty looked into the cup and smiled back up at Pavel, “You’re a godsend, Mr. Chekov. Thank you. Now uhm… go acquaint yourself with Mr. Olsen, the secretary…”

Pavel bowed a little, a small (totally gorgeous) smile spread on his lips. “Yes sir.”

Totally. Off. Limits.



The first time it happened, it was at an office party. There were always office parties. It was because Scotty’s second in command, one James Kirk, was a bit of a party animal. So when Greg Harris gets a promotion, James gets out the wine coolers.

So both Chekov and Scotty have to be nice and take one as well. And then another. And then another. And soon everyone around them becomes blurry and they don’t remember anything when they finally wake up in odd positions around the office the next morning. It’s especially embarrassing when Pavel wakes up, his hair disheveled and his jacket on the other side of the room on top of the copier—and Montgomery Scott has his arms around him. He’s quite warm, his boss is, but the little intern needs to get his jacket and pop home to change and stuff before he goes to check in with his family.




The second time it happens, Chekov is aware this time. He doesn’t drink, but Scotty seems coerced into it. Chekov laughs as everybody but him and Mr. Olsen gets piss drunk and starts losing their inhibitions all around.

That’s when Scotty grabs him from around the middle and begins kissing his ear lobe. Merlin’s pants, It’s a nice sensation, but Chekov can’t help but become uncomfortable. “Careful, sir. That’s harassment,” he says cheekily, his cheeks flushed.

“Oh, sorry… last time we did it you were piss drunk as well…” Scotty replied, his voice low and authoritative. Chekov shivered. He had to get his kinks figured out or he might die of sexual repression up here…

Chekov blinked. He didn’t remember anything about the last time… and Scotty hadn’t either… or else he had and had just forgotten about it over the weekend or something. But Scotty was suddenly slumping against him, and Chekov had to hold his boss up or he might hurt himself.

“Mind your time up there…” his boss back Underground had said.

Chekov moaned audibly, and Scotty chuckled, his mouth somewhere in the crook of Chekov’s neck. “I’m ‘ardly doin’ anyfing,” he muttered. When he was drunk, his refined Scottish accent returned to the Highlands, so to speak. It was endearing and sexy to the young warlock.

Chekov rolled his eyes, “The groan meant nothing, sir. You’re very drunk.”

“I know,” Scotty replied. “You should join me.”

“No thanks, sir. I hardly remember the last time, but there were clues for sexual harassment from none other than yourself…” Chekov replied, but his tone was growing flirty.

“Nothing that bad happened,” Scotty moaned, like the gentle hum from the copy machine they were next to was hurting his ears. Scotty looked very drunk, so Chekov figured the hum was louder to Scotty than it was to him. “Was nice. Just a little kissing and touching…” he said, closing his eyes now against the light.

But his eyes opened again as Chekov’s lips touched his, pressing hard against him. Scotty moaned into it and pressed Chekov against the wall, his knee in between the other man’s legs, and his hands moving from the sides of the other’s head and down to his chest and then—Merlin’s pants—down to Chekov’s groin.

Chekov pushed his boss away quickly, “No, Mr. Scott,” he said, kissing him under his ear and making the other groan. It almost made Chekov’s pants a little tight, but he was too sober for that.

It was time to leave the party, though. He gave Scotty one more fierce kiss on the mouth, as if claiming the older male before he whispered, “Angen i mi diflannu!*” and he quite literally disappeared. Not wanting to call attention to himself, though, he turned up on the street outside and hurried on to his apartment complex.

Though he could have stayed to touch and caress the older male, Chekov wanted to take his time. He wanted a proper date first, a proper kiss that wasn’t laced with alcohol on either Scotty or Chekov’s side… or both sides, really. He felt his heart thump in his chest and realized the emotion he was feeling. It had been different with his fevered nights with Elliot. With anyone that he had ever been with.

He was in love with Montgomery Scott. And he wanted something lasting with him, rather than a few passionate nights. But he still had the tightness in his pants to get over. And it was so much more fun if he had someone else there with him to help him get over it…

Pavel took out his phone and called the first number he had called a few days prior. “Elliot. I’m gonna need your special rub-down tonight…”



Mr. Scott woke up in his office with a blinding headache the next morning. It was just before dawn, thank goodness, so he made himself a cup of coffee and nursed it along with some painkillers in his desk drawer. When his senses were dead enough, he walked the three blocks to his apartment and paused in the doorway.

He had remembered each and every time he had kissed Pavel. Even drunk the boy was delicious and Scotty wanted no one else. Of course, he had come out of the closet his sophomore year of college, and no one had really cared. His best friend was Jim Kirk, who was omnisexual at his worst (and best) even though he was sort of tied-down to a man he had met when they all were seniors in college and just about to graduate. They had moved in two summers later, after dating each other for the same amount of time.

Kirk had been Scotty’s first (and then a messy on-again, off-again thing with a man Kirk affectionately called Cupcake, though the feeling Kirk had for him was mutual hate, if anything. Scotty hated to think of that little time in his life, though), though it was more a friends-with-benefits type of situation. Now Scotty was focusing on his career, but it was a little difficult now that he had a massive crush on his new intern. Who was still totally off limits. But Scotty couldn’t fathom why Pavel Chekov was totally off limits anymore. Something about him… the feelings he got around the boy, besides hot-and-bothered, of course, were the same feelings he had gotten around Uhura all those years ago…

Scotty noticed he had paused at his doorway and snapped out of his stillness long enough to assess the situation of his bachelor pad. He sat down for a moment, still thinking about the familiarity of Chekov. Pavel and Nyota had the same smell, Scotty thought, sniffing his hand. The hand that had caressed Pavel at the party last night… it smelled of the landscape after the rain… Uhura had had a similar smell, though hers was more potent than Chekov and he could smell her from almost a mile away… Chekov’s was more subtle.

Scotty had to know. Was Chekov… one of them? Uhura had been from Underground: a warlock’s daughter, she had said. Magic was outlawed on the surface, and suddenly Scotty was worried at Pavel would be a repeat of his childhood.

He dashed out of his apartment, scaring his elderly neighbor as he rushed down the hallway and out the door toward Pavel’s apartment. Tailing Chekov had been off limits to Scotty, but he still knew where the boy lived because he drove past Pavel’s building once in the beginning; only once, and then never again after that. But now Scotty had a mission: to figure out of Pavel was indeed one of them, and to get him away from the city fast before he did something stupid and got himself killed.

The kid made him feel more than just hot-and-bothered, that was for sure. Scotty truly cared for him now. The realization only made Scotty start sprinting as he saw the building a pressed Chekov’s number on the intercom.

“Hello?” the other’s young voice said after a few minutes. He sounded tired, but somehow calm and… elated?

“Montgomery Scott… you… uhm… left something at the office.”

There was a sound of, “He’s still alive?” from behind Pavel (or next to him) and Scotty heard Pavel’s audible shudder.

“Shush, Ellie,” Pavel hissed, then, “Come… come on up, Mr. Scott.”

He was buzzed in, and he ran up the stairs to Pavel’s apartment. The door opened on its own, it seemed. “Ellie! Stop!” Pavel hissed.

Scotty suddenly came face-to-face with a strange young man. He was about Pavel’s height, with white-blonde hair, piercing grey-green eyes, and eyebrows furrowed as he stared Scotty down. “I can’t believe you, Pasha,” he said to Chekov, who was sitting on the couch, wearing a yellow bathrobe. His shoulder was exposed, and as he felt Scotty’s eyes lingering on the bare flesh, he moved the bathrobe collar up over it. The stranger in front of Scotty, however, had the audacity to strut around Pavel’s apartment in nothing but a pair of black silk boxers.

“I’m sorry, but, who are you?” Scotty asked.

“Elliot Hamilton. Pavel’s part-time shag,” Elliot said. Scotty placed Elliot’s accent in Southern Wales. Pavel’s nearly matched Elliot’s, though it was more Middle English, maybe from near Middlesbrough or Sunderland.

Scotty’s eyebrows shot up, but he turned to Chekov, “Mr. Chekov, did you happen to know a Nyota Uhura?” he asked suddenly.

“How dare you talk about our revered maryr Princess,” Elliot growled.

Scotty blinked at him. “So you are from Underground,” Scotty said, to both of them, since Chekov was squirming and Elliot was doing most of the talking.

“So you are a traitor,” Elliot replied, mocking him, Scottish accent and all. “You Surfacers are all the same. Think you can play dumb about the Underground and then freak out and get us all killed,” he said, pacing now, “News Flash!” he yelled, turning to Scotty, “We won’t harm you if you don’t harm us. Nero got what he deserved but you… we never found you! Until now!” he yelled. “Kill him, Pavel! He’s stone shocked! It’s the perfect time!”

Pavel stood up, a wooden stick in his hand now. He was shaking as he tried to get something out. “M-M-Merlin’s pants!” he suddenly cried, putting his hands over his face. “I… I can’t!” he added.

Elliot blinked. But he saw the tears falling through Chekov’s hands and shook his head. “You were always weak. Falling in love with the wrong kinds of people. I knew Gaila would break your heart by running off with someone stronger. I knew Christine wouldn’t take you seriously. And now here you are, falling in love with a Surfacer who you’re suppose to off!”

Scotty backed up, but Elliot screamed “Peidiwch â rhedeg oddi wrthyf!**” and a web-like thing went over the entrance. When Scotty backed into it, it shocked him violently, and he was thrust to the floor from the sensations. Elliot turned to Chekov, “Don’t make me do this for you, Pasha. I thought you were stronger. King Khan thought you were stronger…”

Chekov moaned and uncovered his eyes, pointing a shaking wand at Scotty, “O w-waed fy c-c-cyndadau…***” he started, but he shook his head, running to Scotty. “I can’t. I didn’t want you to find out this way, and I really didn’t mean to fall… to fall in love with you…” he said.

Elliot flinched and grabbed his own wand from the table. “Bod yn dawel, Pavel****,” he said, and Pavel suddenly put his hands over his mouth, squeaking and trying to form words. “I should have done this instead of you...” he said, grabbing his friend’s hand and pulling him away from the non-magical man, who was shocked, still, and suddenly scrabbling to run. Elliot gave him a cold stare as Scotty tried the door, saw it still buzzing with ellectrical web, and looked to the windows.

He pointed his wand again, “Byddwch yn dal i fod, yn dawel, ac ni fyddwch yn teimlo rhywbeth...*****” he said, eerily calm. Scotty was suddenly paralyed, his throat contracting suddenly and his lips feeling like it was glued shut. He also felt numbness set in his feet, slowly ebbing over his body. Elliot nodded curtly and whispered, “Now Pavel... watch how a real assassin from the underground does it.”

From his place under Elliot’s firm arm, cuddling close and shaking, Chekov opened on green eye and placed it on Scotty’s paralyzed form. He looked apologetic and scared giving Scotty one last look before he flinched at Elliot’s hitched breath, and closed his eye again. Elliot smiled cryptically as he whispered, “O waed fy cyndadau, byddaf yn gweld chi yn marw...******”

And the last thing Scotty saw before total blackness was Chekov’s eyes flutterng open and the young warlock running toward him...



I watched him die. I watched the one thing that might have made me truly happy die. I had fallen in love with a Surfacer, only to watch him die at the hands of who I thought was my best friend. Dying in the hands of my love’s people is better than this feeling of betrayel and loss.

The only thing magic cannot do is bring someone back to life. Magic cannot do it, just like True Love’s First Kiss is only a myth for the romantically insane. Besides, Scotty and I had kissed before this. One more kiss wasn’t magical enough, and I was still kissing a corpse.

Elliot calmed me down, drugged me up, and took me back home to the Underground, stating I was a coward and that I needed more training.

I told my mother about him. Scotty, I mean. She reminded me it would have been dangerous. But he’ll always be in my heart. I vowed never to see Elliot as a friend or a sexual partner again. Maybe I’ll love again. Maybe. Mother reminds me that losing a loved one is hard, and that I shouldn’t have to snap back to my old life after only a few days. But she is going to kick me out of the house after two weeks to look for companionship elsewhere.

I can all ready hear her brain clicking into gear. Match-maker, match-maker, find Pav a match... But... for now... I think I’ll just sleep, and hope I don’t dream his entire death again. But even a warlock like me can’t decide which dreams come...




Translations from Welsh:
*I need to disappear!
**Do not run from me!
***From the blood of my forefathers…
****Be quiet, Pavel
***** Be still, be silent, and you will not feel a thing…
******From the blood of my forefathers, I will see you die…

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