Montgomery Scott is a miracle worker (warp_speed) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-03-18 13:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gaila, montgomery scott |
"I'm only being accommodating."
Who: Scotty, Gaila/Cass
What: Apologies, talkies, n' burgers. Yay, hangover foods! Stuffs. Cat calls by peanut gallery, out on the streets of Santa Ana for LULZ!
When: After text messages, and the morning after Kirk's flash party of doom. Poor Sulu.
Where: In n' Out! Santa Ana.
Rating: PG-13, language
Status: Complete
Ring ring goes the bananafananafonana phone!
"...'ulloo," goes the owner of the broken phone, and he's honestly not sure where he is right now, because everything's just been a hungover numb blur that morning. It was easier keeping his eyes closed anyway.
"Scotty?" Cass's voice came across as too loud, too high pitched and a little squawky, likely due to the damage to the phone, "I'm so so so sorry, it wasn't serious, it was just a thing and it happens sometimes but not usually with women and I got stubborn and couldn't back down and then it was so NICE and its been so long since..."
Slowing down would be great, the high pitched was cutting through the front of his face and the squawky was making his ear bleed. One hand met his face and he rubbed it before pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers, and scrunching his eyes closed before they exploded.
"Okay....sae...ye remember...not that I really terribly tae much want tae get intae this right now, with ye...when I'd said that it dinnae matter, the label thing," he was speaking slowly but concisely, in the hopes she could hear him clearly. The reception was shot, he wasn't sure about the transmission, but probably something just got knocked slightly ajar, and he could go in and set it right, not a problem. "It dinnae matter because a person who wanted tae just...dae that...even if having a boyfriend, or a husband, or anything of the sort...wasnae goin' tae stop them. Remember that? Well, that was yew, that night."
"I wasn't thinking straight," Cass tried to argue, though she knew she was on shaky ground, the edge of the plank, watching the airlock cycle. "It wasn't supposed to go that far."
"Aye," he said with a sigh, and it wasn't even an exasperated one, "well, it did. I dunnae know what tae tell ye."
"I'm sorry." She was curled up in front of her terminal, nigh-fatally squeezing Clitty in her arms. She wasn't cut out for the big R. Her eye wandered. Apparently it only took half a bottle of whiskey for her tongue to wander, too.
"Me tae, I'd lost me temper. I was a wee bit wankered. Thought it best tae simply step out an' away, before I started yelling." He shrugged and, hmm, yep, he'd have to agree that maybe he might be able to...who was he fooling? Maybe he wasn't ready either. Let the whole thing drop, stop wasting time on it, and things would be easier for them both. Simple enough. Saying it outloud was another matter. "I'm gonnae gae eat an'...work on some things."
If, by work, he meant think about stuff while fixing his phone and possibly trying to go through the headache of programming the robot by himself.
"It still wasn't right." She got up, and started to pace, "I wasn't even all that drunk. I'm not a heavyweight but I'm not a pansy, either." She decided it was best not to mention just how intense it had been. Maybe not epiphany level - she valued the feel of a man far too much to ever switch to the other team - but intense.
She chewed on her lip, "I got the programming done. It just needs field testing.." Talking about that was both easier, and harder. Didn't help much with the guilt.
He wasn't one to waste any sort of work anyone had done, even if it would be easier to just say forget it and have some time to himself. After all, they did still have a schedule and it would save him some work, in the long run.
He was, wisely, ignoring the how drunk anyone was part, because it would've taken an epic amount of drinking to get him to do anything of the sort with anyone else. Easier route was shop talk. "Well done. If ye want time tae work on it, then just let me know. I dunnae want the work tae be wasted."
"Maybe later," Cass hedged. She wasn't sure she could concentrate. Hell, she hadn't cried over a guy since her husband left her! "It would be easier if I could do it remotely, less travel." All 3 blocks of it.
"Whatever ye want," he said, as what more could he say? If she wanted that, then that was another huge red flag that she wanted space, probably to go run off with...whomever. "Probably could dae. Just rig some things up."
"I just..don't want it to be awkward." Like this phone call. Only worse, because she'd have to look at him.
Uh huh, well, simple enough, he's about to be blunt, "Nae worries. I can make meself scarce."
Cass's stomach sank, her voice following suit, "....If that's what you want..."
"..." He blinked a few times and then rubbed at one bleary eye, with a clenched fist. "I'm only being accommodating."
Meaning, if it was what she wanted, then he was giving her equal and ample space.
"..what if I don't want you to be accommodating about this!?"
"Ye want me tae lose me temper an' yell? What the fuck?" He took the phone away from his ear and gave it an incredulous glare. "Look, this' probably a poor time tae talk about....any of it, we're both hungover...an' feel like shite."
If he yelled right now anyway, then his skull might explode.
"I don't want you to be scarce! I know I ruined everything but.." Clitty squeaked and she let the poor creature go.
"Stop abusing the dog." Scotty winced. "I cannae yell right now...sae....look, maybe this is a better time tae pull me aside an' talk about it. I cannae yell, I'm tae tired for it, sae at least we can...I dunnae even know what. I'm hungry."
There, that simplified things, one step at a time.
"I'm not!" Cass nearly punted her foot into her computer, and then tried to calm herself down, "I don't know what to do, I fucked up."
"Aye, well, ye not the only one. I think the entire night was fuckered, tae be honest. I lost me temper an'...well, Kirk an' that Indian lass dinnae help matters an'...it was a mess. I need tae eat," he reiterated. "I dunnae have a ton of money left, sae meet me...at...name a place, me skull's splitting."
"Its not Isabela's fault. Maybe Kirk's a little, for encouraging us." She licked her lips and started to brew herself some coffee. That might help the headache. She frowned. Meeting in public was..actually? Probably a great idea, "In n out?"
"I dunnae care," and at this point, he really didn't. He probably looked and smelled like hell - thanks Sulu for puking on his boots - but he'd borrowed a groundskeeper's hose and doused 'em to get the muck off, before dragging Sulu inside. See? Hangover smarts! "I need tae eat an' need coffee. Just tell me where an' I'll...find a way there, aye."
She gave him the location, then hung up and sped through her apartment trying to find something clean to wear. She settled on conservative jeans and a shirt that said 'my eyes are up here' with an arrow pointing up.
Which was pretty much blatantly unnecessary, as he always had made a concerted effort to try to stare at her face and not the bod. Though the humor of it probably wouldn't be lost on him. Even despite the circumstances.
Anyway, a grab of his jacket and hat, fouled up phone shoved into his back pocket, and he was out the door and heading off to the place. She'd probably make it there first, since he was running at a snail's pace.
She was hoping to disarm him with self-deprecating humor? She grabbed her purse and ran out the door, then winced, ran back inside, threw on sunglasses, and then ran back out side again.
Luckily he had a hat that kept the sun out of his eyes, because the outside world was being a really harsh mistress. If he could get away with it, he would've stabbed the sun in the face a few million times, to make the retina burn stop hurting so bad. Scotty was still at a snail's pace, looking very much like the walking dead. Braaaaaaaaiiiiiiinnnnns.
Hat was not enough, this required sunglasses. Hence the aviator glasses. She tied her hair back into a ponytail as she jogged down the sidewalk, dodging past a drunk man stumbling out of a bar with practiced ease. After a few minutes she reached the In N Out and headed inside.
Scotty hadn't ever been, so he didn't know what to expect. When he got there, finally, he walked without even noticing what sort of place it was, and went inside, blearily trying to find anyone with reddish hair that was female.
If someone offered him a side of roasted elephant doused in condiments right now? He'd probably eat it without complaint.
"I already ordered. Big burger and fries." She appeared behing him, like ninja, then directed him to a seat, "Should be another minute or two."
Cass sat down across from him and studied him from behind her sunglasses. She herself looked frazzled, barely combed her hair down. It had already exploded into curls from the tail it had been in.
To hell with a thousand yard stare, he was nearing more of a million mark. He sat there for a long moment before appearing to focus, rubbing at his eyes, and then letting a soft 'heh' fly at her shirt, acknowledging that it was pretty funny even if he couldn't bear cracking up about it right that second.
"They're not fries, they're chips, yer all wrong here," he complained, but it wasn't really a complaint. "Sae...lovely weather. Bright enough tae make a hangover even more painful. ....yaaaaaaay."
"At least they don't call them freedom fries," She replied, tiredly. The counter signaled that their order was ready, so she got up to get the food, placing a burger in front of Scotty, as well as a giganto soda. She herself had a shake and a smaller burger. This place pretty much served burgers and fries and little else.
And that was good enough for him, because looked ready to start eating the table soon. Talk about diving in. He'd talk more but his mouth was very full, and so he was left rolling his eyes a little, and made a talky puppet motion with one hand at her.
It was kind of disgusting, just a little, and she couldn't watch for fear of not being able to eat herself. So she sucked at her shake, morosely.
Well he wasn't chewing with his mouth open or anything, damn, he was only eating a little faster than the average norm! She's hyper picky, innit she?
Very.
Well, better to find that out now than later, one supposes. But it's okay, he is too, and it would've been a foregone conclusion that she had 3289382 personal quirks he would've been squinting at cuz he thought they were gross, at some point.
"Anyway..." he finally said, after he was done eating for the most part, except the chips, which he hadn't touched, and half the soda that was left. At least he had his bearings back again. "I still dunnae what tae say. I guess last night, I sort of...just...thought, ye know...it's what ye want, I dunnae have tae like it, but I dunnae have tae sit around an' watch it either. Me mind got fogged up. It's hard tae explain. Tae much scotch....lager...vodka...things."
Well Cass was meticulous about certain aspects of grooming he might or might not approve of, but an utter slob when it came to her bedroom. Clothing everywhere, like a clothing explosion.
She sunk down into her chair and munched on her burger to collect her thoughts. Then she washed it down and licked her lips, "I don't have an excuse. I was in the moment, I was stubborn, I felt challenged, so I went with it."
Oh no, not the clothing explosion. That would drive. him. crazy. Much to his mun's amusement, as his mun is not so neat either, girl power ftw! *highfives her*
"Ye gonnae dae that, everytime ye feel challenged," he asked, figuring it was a valid enough question. "Ye forgot tae say, ye were drunk on top of it. I was, as well."
"Alcohol isn't an excuse." Cass refused to believe that. She was responsible for her own actions - even if her inhibitions had been lowered. She was disappointed in herself.
"Maybe not but...I dunnae. For a while there, wankered though I was, I was thinking...maybe we were not cut out for it. Or ye dinnae want that, or...I wanted tae yell and throw shite, and stopped meself becuase that's wrong. Not throw things at ye! I'd never dae that! Just...throw things around like...I would if I couldnae get a part tae work right, like tools, on the ground or..."
He took a deep breath and raised his eyebrows for a second, then let the breath out slowly like he wasn't sure of how to explain it any better than what he'd blurted out.
Cass's face took on an alarmed expression. She'd been worrying all morning that they weren't cut out for it, and now he'd been too and maybe they were both right, maybe she was just a...free spirit and couldn't settle down with just one person.
"I...."
"...ye what?" he worriedly asked, looking concerned. He was staring directly at her, with a slight wince. "We both misbehaved, that's all. I dunnae know what ye want, but if ye want other people then...that's yer decision, lass. I cannae dae much to change yer mind, there. I dunnae think?"
"I never said I wanted other people!" She slammed what was left of her burger down on the table! With relish! "Maybe..Maybe its just...Its hard for me to turn myself off."
Scotty was grabbing his forehead with one hand, like that slamming had caused a slight amount of pain.
"Fair 'nuff, dunnae drop things on the table." Scotty waved his other hand around a little bit. Like it was fine. "Maybe ye just need a whole fat lot of sex. Often. I dunnae know!" And here he went >.< like he didn't know at all, so he's just going to sit there like >.< a whole lot right now, thankyouverymuch.
Cass wondered if he was right. Her expression fell even further. What if she had some kind of disease? But it wasn't like she went out looking for it every night, or couldn't live with out doing it every day, "It's not a compulsion!"
"I dinnae say it was," he said, looking tired and sounding it, as well. He was making note of every expression, and idly eating one of the french fries, slowly, while watching her, now and then. "Cassie...we were both all funny and wrong last night, and drunk, and ye are stubborn, I know that. Aye. Let's make this simple. What dae ye want tae do? Because I'm sorry I lost it as well."
"I want to do you..I mean, I want you. I mean I want to do you but I want you too. Ugh." She planted her face in her hands and took a few deep breaths, "I don't want to give up, but I'd understand if you never wanted to see me again."
"...ye want me tae be honest?" He was really good at that. "I thought about it, but if I was willing tae simply give up, I wouldnae be sitting across from ye right now. Being flattered about ye wanted tae DO me, and the wanting me tae. Like I've been saying, it wasnae just ye that lost it, but I kind of did, as well."
"I mean," he continued, in full think streaming in real time, with squinty eyes of thinking about stuff, "that might maybe have been easier if we just worked on things seperately, and I was thinking on it, more an' more. More out of maybe ye simply wanted other people...an' I cannae stop ye from doin' what yer gonnae dae. Even if we have things tae work on, or that Kirk wanted us tae work on. I dunnae know. Next time that happens, I'll just...I'm gonnae excuse meself."
And at that, he just sort of went eyeshifty and pointed off toward...well, that way. In general. Like off in the distance.
She really did want him to be honest. It was the best way to deal with thing. If he hadn't been there, she probably would have told him the next day. And it bothered her that it was possible for her to do such a thing. She hugged herself and stared down at the table, "So you'll just...leave?"
Scotty stared at her, like, helloooo?
"I'm not goin' tae just sit there an' watch some other person paw at ye, an' ye dae it back tae them. Nae." And he scrunched his entire face up and shook his head like that just wasn't too appealing a thought. "Not unless ye want me tae kick their arse?"
Plop went both elbows onto the top of the table and he rubbed both hands over his face. Because it made him feel a bit miserable thinking about it, too.
It was just a sick feeling in her stomach, at the thought of him up and leaving. Forever. She sunk down in her seat a wee bit. Was that why her husband had left?
Oh god, that had to be it! She turned even paler than she already was.
NOT FOREVER meant just...stepping out so she could get whatever out of her...oh fuuu....
"What part of that is a problem?" he's asking, because he's done face rubbing, and now one hand is smushed against the side of his face, wihch is the only thing keeping his head upright and from meeting the table.
"Its my fault..." Cass got to her feet, "I'm sorry, Scotty."
"Oh shite, what are ye doing? Sit dooooon." Now he's being snappy, but at least his bark is a whole lot worse than any bites. And he doesn't bite girls. Unless they really want it for giggles and kicks. "We've both apologized a million times already. An' unless yer selectively deaf ye dinnae hear me saying that it wasn't just YEW."
"Stop making me get all auld an' crabbit," grumbled Scotty, patting his other hand on the table like 'you sit there it's fine, eeesh.'Cass loved biting. Not so much the tying up, but the biting. She shook her head, "Scotty...I always screw up, I'm inherently unable to remain faithful. That explains everything."
"Sae," he said, utterly unamused now, "we have one bad night, an' yer flying off the broom handle, bent in all sorts of funny directions, everything's gone wrong...and I tell ye that I got all out of sorts tae....an' now ye just want tae run off an' say fuck it. Am I getting this right?"
"Even remotely," he further asked, like....do all girls just blow things out of proportions? Because he's starting to think...hmm...yes.
"I don't want to run off and say fuck it, but you're sitting there telling me you're going to just..back away and not fight it when I'm being a slut?" She folded her arms across her chest.
"Ye WANT me tae fight it?! I'm not saying it's RIGHT, in the least, but I'm saying....I guess...I DUNNAE WANT TAE LOSE YE EITHER!" And there Scotty went, throwing up both hands like WHATSAMATTERYOU in the middle of In n' Out. Because now he's done lost ye auld temper. Again. "That bloody well HURT, after the part where I went from kinda turned on, to entirely WUT THE FUCK'RE YE DOIN THAR, LASSIES?"
And in front of other gawkers, too. #stayingclassy
It was a wise, wise thing, that he did not say the hashtag thing out loud.
Cass glared at him, " SHH!"
Now he dropped down into a whisper hiss, to compensate, "Shite, ye want me tae break things up then, is that it?!"
Still whisper hissing, yes, but looking at her like he will never in one million years, figure out girls. Rocket science was EASY in comparison.
"Of course not!" She came around the table, and crawled into his lap, then cupped his face in her hands.
Not giving her the kicked puppy face, not doing it...that's right, lad, just look disgruntled. Keep it up. Aww shite, the hell with it. He went from looking very angry and confused to just a little bit hurt and a whole lot of confused. That, and he really liked the way she was holding his face, too.
"I could calculate how much energy needs be generated by plasma an' ions tae cause momentum, an' it'd be easier than understanding ye, sometimes," he admitted, still whispering because they'd caused enough of a scene already. Both of his arms wrapped around her and if he'd been angry a bit before, now he was lulled into submission. Or as much as he would be, rather, as he's a supreme stubborn arse in his own right.
Oh, he had the kicked puppy face. She didn't know how to handle the kicked puppy face. Or why she was even fighting for this. It would be easier to walk away. She could. She still could. Maybe she should tell him that, "It would be easier to run away..."
"Lass, I think we both know that." A wince could be added into that expression now. The thought wasn't an appealing one. "Easier said than done, aye...but cannae keep chasing something that dunnae want tae be caught."
She felt at a loss for words. So instead, she kissed him, injecting her guilt and attraction to him through her lips and into his. As always there was that fire that seemed to surge through her.
He really did like the fire, because it was something just synonymous with her, not just in a sexual way but just...in general. So he kissed her back with just as much enthusiasm, freely given, and if it was possible to say anything with just a mere kiss, it would be that everything would be all right. Somehow. Because he'd fix it, and he's very stubbornly insisting about that. And if he can't fix something, one can bet he'll be thoroughly blunt about that, also!
Cass shifted into a straddling position, her hands running down to his shoulders and gripping hard enough to leave marks with her nails. Wordlessly, she tried to assure him she'd try. IT wouldn't be easy but she'd try and she wanted to try and she really did care for him and it was scary and went deeper than just attraction but please don't make her say it please please please.
Oh noooo, he was not about to have them delving any further into this, at this juncture. In fact, he was pretty content to just continue kissing on her in the middle of...wherever they were, it was some place that wasn't important anyway. He was willing to try, that was for certain, by the way he was kissing her back so fully and freely...and feeling her back, literally, with both hands. Keep it up, and if they are in a booth seat right now, they will be toppling back into it. If they are not, then...he's not aware of where he is anymore anyway, so it won't matter where they end up. Yay!
She wrapped her arms around him, letting the kiss deepen. She even showed off a little of her tongue talent! And into that booth? She went with him.
It was a better position for her. She could press her knees onto either side of him and really, really tell him that she really really liked him. She only broke the kiss to nibble at his jaw, "I'm sorry.."
".........uh huh, me tae," he finally managed to say in a high-pitched whisper, because that felt really very good. In fact, so good, that his hands had made their way to her hips and held on for dear life. If she cared to notice, his body was responding in ways to show her that it really really really liked her, too. Really obvious ways.
Cass sunk her teeth gently into his neck, and sucked.
And Scotty let out a shuddering exhale, for that was just about the best thing in the world. Oh he is so not about to blurt out how much he likes her, because that would be bad and he does not want to chase her off or scare her away, much less scare himself at a moment like this.
"Scotty..." She said his name like she was breathing a sigh.
Okay, so he might peek open his eyes to look at her and breathe out her name as well, and maybe vaguely - for 2.5 seconds - notice there was ceiling tiles that were unfamiliar as a backdrop, framing her face. Nope, he didn't even get a chance to squint like that was odd, before sneaking in a brazen kiss, like he shamelessly couldn't help himself.
Wherever they are? Can just deal with it.
Cass saw where his eyes went, and immediately straightened, "Maybe we should leave."
Brazen kiss, over. He blinked a few times while staring up at her, and then turned his head and looked, hard, at the ceiling. Huh, that was weird. He tried raising his head and peeking around Cass' body, and...oh, was that a little old granny there, glaring at them?
"What are ye staring at, then? Mind ye own business," he said, and eyedarted because the minute Cassie removed herself from him, obviously turned on is going to be obvious.
Grinning, Cass got to her feet and hauled him after her, then ran out the door dragging him!
Scotty? Was dragged. Yay, that gave people not much time to notice the reason why his ears felt like they were doused in napalm!
Like the boner, which she patted playfully as she ran down the street?
That would be it, yep...he just about flailed at her, and wisely took hold of her hand so she couldn't DO that again. Though afterward, he did say, rather fondly, "Arse."
She gave him a grin, "Only on the third date."
Scotty's eyes almost popped out of his skull, but soon after, he was laughing very hard at that.
That was more like it! She put an arm around his waist and leaned against him. She felt..relieved.
The feeling was more than mutual. One of his arms went around her shoulders and he pecked a quick kiss against her cheek. "Ye want tae finish the battle bot today?"
She nodded her head, "Its mostly complete now..." She stopped walking and turned to him.
"Aye, it is." He stopped as well, brows knit together in an instant like he was wondering if something was wrong again. "Plenty of things lined up for afterward though."
"...how about just you and me?"
Cass was looking at him with a slight curve to her lips.
He began to smile back at her but at the same time, the end of his nose and his eyes were crinkling up, like he was amused but unsure. "What dae ye mean...just ye an' me...doin'...? Oh. OH. Ye mean....?"
If she didn't stop him fast, he'd be showing her with sign language. He's already on the sidewalk, looking both ways, and it's not to cross the street.
She grabbed his wrists and kissed the ever living snot out of him!
Which was her way of saying 'yes omfg yes!'
Or ripped the air right out of him, that worked too. Because, literally, that's what happened. It also got the hint across too, in a very elating way. In fact, Scotty was kissing her and somehow managing to not slightly like OMFG AYE at the same time.
Her place was closer. She decided to try to kiss-drag him along the sidewalk, not really caring who saw. A man catcalled, "You give it to him! You're in for a treat, mate!"
Cass clapped her hands over Scotty's ears and kept kiss-walking.
You know what? Scotty just gave the guy a huge thumbs up, because he was liplocked and the hell with you, and he is not breaking that kiss to go tell that guy to get bent.
With that, Cass dragged Scotty into her apartment, past Clitty, in order to give her own Clitty a work out. The end.