Pairing: Montgomery Scott x Nicole Scott ft. the Scott kids
Summary: James and Thomas wake up their parents during a thunderstorm
Tag List: @heavenshipped @hyperionshipping @dancing-with-skeletons @selfshipfeelings
It was deep into the night when the thunder rolled in, at first low and distant. The flashes of lightning illuminated the house as the storm got closer. The booming clap of thunder that shook the house did little to arouse Scotty or Nic from their sleeps. Unfortunately the thunder woke their sons, and Thomas had snuck from his room to his brother’s. He tugged on James’s arm and stared at his brother through watery eyes in the dark. James sat up and looked at his brother tiredly, rubbing his eyes.
“What, Tommy?” James yawned.
“I’m scared,” Thomas whispered.
James was about to reply when a clap of thunder boomed. It shook the house and the brothers both squealed in fear. Thomas hid his face in his plush Gorn toy while James clutched his pillow. Before another clap of thunder got a chance to scare them, James climbed out of bed and took Thomas’s hand. They wandered down the hall to their parents’ room, but another clap of thunder caused them to pick up speed, running into the room. Thomas went to the left side of the bed, gently tugging on his mother’s arm.
“Mummy,” he whimpered, begging for her to wake. Nic slowly came to consciousness as James went to Scotty’s side and shook his father awake.
Scotty fumbled for the lamp on the bedside table, and hissed at the brightness when it came on. He looked at James in confusion and worry. “James? What’s wrong?”
The oldest son puffed out his chest in a façade of bravery. “Tommy is scared of the storm.”
Scotty sat up and looked over as Nic picked up Thomas, putting him into the bed. He curled up in his mother’s lap as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“And you’re not scared?” Scotty asked, knowing his son wasn’t telling the whole truth.
“Nope!” As soon as James said that, a loud clap of thunder shook the house. Thomas let out a cry and buried his face in Nic’s shirt, and she tensed at the thunder. James, himself, jumped where he stood and instinctively moved closer to his father.
“Come on,” Scotty patted the space on the bed between him and Nic. James quickly crawled into the bed and nestled between his parents. “You know it’s okay to be scared, right James?”
“But I wanna be brave like you,” James replied quietly.
Scotty chuckled a little and ruffled James’s hair. “Even when I’m brave I’m scared. There’s nothing wrong with being scared, even if it’s just thunder. Your mum’s scared of thunder, y’know.”
Nic nodded and rubbed James’s back. “I am, James. I don’t like thunder either.”
Another clap of thunder occurred and James jumped into his father’s side, hiding his face in Scotty’s shoulder. The engineer sighed and looked at Nic and Thomas before an idea came to him.
“How about a story?” He suggested. “Would Frankfurt like that?” He asked Thomas, referring to the stuffed Gorn in the four year old’s arms. Thomas nodded and watched as Scotty shut off the bedside lamp. He pulled the three of them closer to him, ignoring the low rumble of thunder above their house. Scotty began to quietly tell the boys a story, one that his mother had told him many times as a child. He had it committed to memory practically, but added in his own little embellishments to keep their interest. The thunder, while still loud, was distant to the family. Before he was finished with the story, Scotty noticed that they were all asleep. He smiled softly at the sight of his family, James curled up at his side with Nic laying there, Thomas sleeping on her stomach and sucking his thumb. Scotty laid back in the bed, resting happily beside his family.