Montgomery Scott is a miracle worker (warp_speed) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-03-19 02:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gaila, montgomery scott |
I just think you need to settle this..whatever it is with Kirk first.
Who: Scotty, Gaila
What: Morning after, waking up, someone talked in his sleep and breakfast talk, including the 'Kirk needs an intervention' mention.
When: a few hours after the early morning phonecall to Varric. Sun's up!
Where: Cass' apartment
Rating: PG-13+, language, glossed over/cut out sexy bits, floral nightmare bathrobe.
Status: Complete
Cass nuzzled into Scotty's shoulder sleepily.....wait. Sniff. Sniff. .......ohshitwhatdidtheydo?
Had to happen, right after he'd just dozed off again. Off in sleepy land, Scotty had felt the nuzzle, and he hadn't been working in the garage lately so it's not like he reeked or anything. Maybe of Sulu's puke, vaguely, on his boots. But he'd dealt with that! If he knew she was sniffing at him, he'd give her a stare like she was all sorts of bizarrely odd, all over the place.
Instead, he rolled onto his side, one arm flopping over her waist, and sleep murmured something about how some dot thing related to the mass flow rate and how it equaled out to the mach number and effected exit velocity.
Whatever it is, it sounds complicated. Enough that if he was awake, he'd be squinting. Or maybe the 'squint' was also due to morning sunlight being a harsh mistress that he'd never - if he lived a billion years - ever get used to.
She couldn't help it. He smelled nice. An odd mixture of his body wash, grease, and scotch. It was quite addicting. She rested her face on his chest, murmuring along in agreement and correcting him on the mass flow rate.
Somewhere in the depths of his brain, things weren't computing right, and that tube shouldn't connect there, it should go the other way around toward that component, and why did his mass flow just get muddled up? Mass flow for that type of engine required a longer equation and that's not even taking the pressure variable into account...
Scotty was making a truly terrible face, like he'd just drank sour lemonade with jalapeno slices and tofu cubes thrown into it. He stretched mightily with a loud yawn, and rubbed a hand over her bare back. That was when he woke up, eyes wide open (or as wide as he could stand it, because the sun was evil), and looked to be frozen in place.
"Mm...Scotty..that doesn't make sense.." The woman stretched, rubbing against him a little needily as she did so. She'd had a momentary panic, and to her credit, had managed to subdue it, for now. There was warm, nice smelling man with his arm around her and that was enough.
Well, that was true, and he had plenty of time to think over what Varric had said to him. More or less the freezing in place had to do with not being sure how she'd take it. Apparently the worries were unfounded. If she kept rubbing at him like that, it was going to make for a very interesting morning.
"...makes perfect sense," was his very drowsy response. So drowsy, that he yawned yet again. "I just needed tae switch something around tae a different size an' capacity. Silly lass."
It suddenly occured to him he must've been talking in his sleep. Weird.
"What if you adjusted the.." She yawned, and propped herself up on her elbow to gaze down at him. The sheet rode down exposing her, but she didn't seem to care, "the flow rate."
This? This was a fine way to wake up, Scotty decided, and the sudden sloppy smile on his face was probably a huge hint that he'd taken the liberty of peeking.
"What? Nae, I thought I had," he said, his eyebrows suddenly knit together like that didn't make sense. He could prattle off flow rates and energy outputs with little to no problem, as easily as he could probably prattle off Pi to whatever digit. Not that it should be something to be supremely proud of, but it did make college drinking contests with classmates interesting. "Was I talking in me sleep? I thought I'd gotten over that."
"No, you were reciting schematics." She kissed him on the nose, though her back was a little too ramrod straight as certain implications were sinking in. She forced herself to relax. Relax, relax.... "You're adorable in the morning."
It might help then that his hand had found it's way down to her lower back and was resting there, with a reassuring slow rub. Almost like he'd felt the tension and was letting her know, without saying it, that he was in the same boat. He was only going to stick with the rubbing, but then she went and said that, and he immediately felt like his face was doused in petrol and set on fire.
"Nae, I am not." His nose wrinkled up, but he was grinning wildly. Still, even as much as things could get awkward, the fact he was sleep tech manualing was boggling his brain a bit. "Though...ye are rather adorable yerself. Bonnie lass."
And at that, he propped himself up just enough to sneak a kiss before flopping back against the bed again. With a huge grin.
"Now you're being even more adorable," She replied, giggling, before shifting on top of him, straddling his stomach. They should talk, but the burning in her eyes spoke of other things she wanted to do.
Scotty had been ready to suggest it, as well as protest that he was anything other 'adorable.' Then that went to hell in a handbasket, because he already had a good idea of what that look meant, and - like Varric had pointed out - you couldn't stop a freight train, abruptly. You had to let it slow down on it's own. Which, given momentum...fine, there's momentum. Now was not the right time to start thinking about velocity and mass, or...maybe it was.
If he threw in that rocket science, they might have to take thrust and lift into account.
After a rather incredible liftoff, Cass dragged herself out of bed and made her way to the shower. To shower, and nothing else, especially no thrust and lift calculations.
Scotty, meanwhile, just laid there, like the freight train had hit him and kept right on going. And, to be honest, he had not a single complaint about it, this time. Happily flabbergasted, thank ye very much.
Hi, ceiling? He is smiling up at you. The smile is like \o/ 'yaaaaaaay!'
Clitty crawled into bed next to him, plopping down and licking Scotty's hand, as if to say 'I'm sorry.'
"Ye still gettin' ye baws snipped off," Scotty said, not looking up at the dog, but at the ceiling. He did give the dog's chin a proper scritching with his fingertips, like he was saying sorry as well. "And I'm still calling ye Pissy McGee, because Clitty's the worst name ever for a doggie."
"It is not!" Cass could be heard shouting from the shower, which was hot enough to scorch a normal man's skin.
"It IS," he said, in full protest, rolling over and hugging onto the dog, protectively. "Poor hairy wee laddie, ye should have a manly name like Pissy McGee an' not a girly name about girly parts, like Clitty. Makes ye sound like a lass, instead. Cannae have that. Cassie! DUNNAE USE UP ALL THE HOT WATER!"
"How about Clitty McGee and you can just call him McGee?" Cass emerged from the bathroom, wearing only a towel. On her head.
"Nae, because he pissed on us...before...an'..." Scotty's ability to think? Entirely derailed. And exploded. And then she ran him over, with the train she was operating.
Coherent sentences out of him? Might be tricky.
"Scotty?" She tossed the towel at him, then pulled on a shirt, "Go clean up, I'll make breakfast."
He was blank faced for a moment, even after the towel smacked him dead center in the chest.
"Hm? Did ye say something?" was what he finally asked, as soon as she was partly covered up and he could form coherent thoughts again. "Clean. Oh. OH. Right, I'll dae that."
He was out of the bed in an instant, running into the bathroom, towel in one hand and still sort of hugging onto the dog. In he went, and then out went the dog, because he realized he was not about to take the dog into the shower with him. That would be idiotic. Shower times for him, only!
Clitty just sat at the door. And waited. Like a wee doggy voyuer/stalker. Meanwhile, Cass puttered around in the kitchen, humming to herself as she made eggs and bacon, because that was all she had that wasn't cereal.
Shower mission? Accomplished! Though he nearly tripped over the dog on his way out, towel wrapped around his waist. And nothing clean to wear.
"I dunnae have anything clean tae wear!" he called out, nearly tripping right over Pissy C. McGee the dog, just trying to navigate. "Dae ye have a robe? Anything temporary?"
If it was a hello kitty bathrobe, a little piece of him would die inside.
Cass peered out of the kitchen, and licked her lips. She suddenly had a craving. For sausage. "Yeah, its on a hook in the bathroom." The robe was green, with little pink flowers on it.
"Brilliant!" And that was brilliant, until he saw that it was not of the white terrycloth variety, but of the pink and green floral variety. He made a face at it, as though it was the most horrible thing he'd ever laid eyes upon. Then, beggars not being choosers, he put it on, hung the towel back up, and marched out of the bathroom with his head held high. Scotty was so above this. "This robe is shite. Dunnae laugh."
Just be glad it had no kitties on it. Cass couldn't help it. She started to laugh, even as she put a plate of eggs, bacon and toast in front of him. Also coffee, with sugar!
Aww she got the coffee right AND made food. Unblackened food. Way to a man's heart is definitely through the stomach. He was so happy that he just gave her a peck on the cheek and a smile, IGNORED her laughing, sat down and started to happily nom on bacon. And it was GOOD, and not like it had been cooked while stuck between layers of charcoal briquettes.
Because Cass was taught how to cook at a very young age!
Well, she was supposed to both be successfull AND land a man, with cooking. Or something. She never bothered to talk to her mom about it. Right now she was grateful her phone hadn't run all night or morning.
Well it's working, because he loves bacony things, and if he fixed it himself, it would've been pitch black. An artist could have drawn smudgey coal pictures with it. She even got the coffee right. This? Scotty decided? Was epic.
Epic enough to be a keeper?
It is probably maybe perhaps THAT epic. Only minus the probably, maybe, and perhaps. And hopefully that robe, because it is truly terrible and needs to be something plain, without flowers.
He can't complain right now, his mouth is full.
Cass looked pleased with herself. She never cooked breakfast for men. It was part of her policy. The same policy that said 'go to their place not mine' and 'avoid emotional entanglement.' Really, she'd broken all her rules with him.
"This. Is sae. Bloody. Fantastic," Scotty finally said, when he paused to take a drink of coffee. He was breaking quite a few rules, too. Mostly the WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU SHOULD BE RUNNING OUT THE DOOR IN REVERSE YOU IDIOT rule. That was a idiotic rule anyway. It should be abolished. He's decided that.
"Thanks? I think." She leaned forward on the table. She hadn't felt the urge to kick him out, or flee, since those few minutes when she was waking up. She could do this! She just needed to avoid attractive Indian women while drunk.
"Nae, it's really very good. Brilliant, even!" He wasn't feeling an urge to flee, even if he was wearing the silliest girl robe, ever. He could do this! He just needed to avoid thinking about future implications, or if she started leaving girl stuff all over his place, or if his bedroom started to look like her's did, with an entire clothing store that exploded all over the place.
Fortunately, Cass would never intrude on his space like that. Or let him intrude on hers. men's body wash not withstanding. The thought actually occurred to her and she quickly poured herself a drink and glugged it.
Well, it's dawned on him, too. Scotty was chewing a lot slower and looking a little glassy-eyed and zoned out, just thinking about it. To be honest, he'd never even TRIED to share space with anyone, other than while he was in a university dorm room. But that was different. It was all lads having a laugh and too many video games when they did manage to not be studying their eyeballs out, before a test. This was something way, way out of his territory.
Better make small talk! Pop went his thought bubble, enough that he blinked a few times and appeared to focus in on her, completely.
"Ye want tae work on the programming today?" There, that was a good start. He almost looked proud of himself! Fine, he looks proud of himself.Scotty, she's sitting there wearing only a t-shirt. Shush, he's trying not to nooooootice that, gdi! And he's only wearing a girly bathrobe!
"I'd love to!" She answered that perhaps a bit too quickly, as if relieved at the question. She started to clean up the table, dumping what was left of the bacon in the pan on his plate, then running into her room to dress! This might give him an opportunity to finish eating and also check out the jerry-rigged mess that was her computer terminal.
Computer terminal? Was that nearby? Well, he did have time, because he knew girls took forever to get ready for stuff. Even if it was a building adventure. He grabbed his plate of bacon and moved over to where the computer was, staring down at it and gnawing on a piece. Just giving it a glancing at, it looked interesting.
"This yer computer, then," he was asking, in mid-chew. "Does it work?"
Cass came out of her bedroom in only panties,"Of course it works! Its running a command line interface, which is fine for most programming I need to do." She came over and gave the Frankenputer a big hug. It really did look like someone had welded a bunch of parts together, and was both unweildy and heavy.
"Thing's bloody huge," he commented, watching her...hug...frankencomputer. While eating bacon. Eyebrows raised slightly, as well. "Need tae get ye something proper. Upgrades. I mean, whole moony situation would require that."
Her hugging her frankencomputer, while wearing only her undies? Greatest. Thing. Ever.
"Well its too heavy to take with us, that's for damn sure."
"We're both goin' tae need...a metric shite ton of things, tae even get started," he was saying, watching her, and still chewing on bacon. One could get the sense, even past his staring at her, that the wheels were really turning inside his skull, at an alarming rate. "Scale of this thing is...simply immense. I think we can dae it, even still, an' even with crazy arse Kirk involved, but...have tae fabricate some of the parts, ye need something better than this, transport, fuel, time, space...fuck, now that's just depressing. Cannae break the laws of physics, either, though I'd probably try tae bend 'em if I think it could make things gae faster."
"Kirk mentioned something about sea launches," Cass said, sitting down on Frankenputer, crossing her legs and leaning back on her arms. "So I did some research. Turns out if you launch from the equator, on the ocean, it costs exponentially less in fuel. There are companies that do this sort of thing for commercial satellites and other launches. Maybe we could too."
"Problem is, though, the whole building portion," he was saying while using a piece of bacon as a means to emphasize points while he's talking. It's being jabbed around in the air a bit, now and then. "Rather, that we'd have tae get transport there, after the thing's built, or build it on site. Aye. That'd be a right pain in the arse. I know the fuel cost is less, an' that's good, though I'm hoping tae try tae...surpass things a bit. I dunnae know how, but there's things bounding about in me brains, that maybe I can use."
They needed someone to help handle logistics. She wasn't sure she trusted Kirk, even if he'd said he had a handle on that part, "Jim seems to think he has the earth-bound stuff handled, which would just leave us worrying about the ship itself and all that entails."
Truth be told, Scotty liked Kirk on a personal level, with some exceptions. However, he didn't trust Kirk with anything logistical, mechanical, or science related. Or to lead anyone into anything, except massive trouble and possible bloodshed.
"That stuff, though, I get the sense we can handle it, for the better part of what would need done. As for Jim, that emphasis would have tae be heavily skewed toward the seems tae think part of that statement," quipped Scotty with a shrug, and he chewed thoughtfully on the last bite of bacon.
Cass laughed, "We'll keep tabs on him and pick up any slack. I can do that much, at least!" She hopped off the computer and ran back into the bedroom to finish dressing!
"Honestly though, Cassie? I dunnae know if he's even...he's...he's like...he's fucking insane," Scotty was saying, though he did go and wash his plate and cup out, while she couldn't stop him. "I mean, I've known people that're like that. All...grawrrr...danger, adventure, let's jump out of a plane without a proper chute, I made this out of a plastic rubbish bag an' some kite string. That sort. But still, he's gone beyond that."
"He wants to go to the moon. The MOON!" Cass flailed her arm a bit as she pulled a shirt on, "Of course he's a little unhinged. But...." And she pulled her shirt on, coming into the kitchen, "But its like I'm willing to follow him to hell and back, because for some godforsaken reason I think we can pull this off with our help."
"I know I could...well, I mostly know, I'm rather positive, that I could build something tae get us there an' back. But really, the part where it's all 'follow me, I'm Jim Kirk!' is where I feel like there's a bit of a snag, forming. I'm probably just being paranoid." He'd turned by then to watch her, leaning back against the countertop, and blissfully unaware of how silly he looks in that bathrobe. She, however, looks perfectly fine and dandy! "Every bleedin' time he's there, SHITE happens. Every. TIME."
"Maybe you need to have an intervention."
"A whoot?" Scotty gave her a hard looking at. Did not compute.
"Inter..vention? You know?" Cass looked at him like he was off his rocker, "Sit him down with friends and tell him enough of this bullshit?"
Scotty had turned his head to one side, mouth open a wee bit, and was squinting. Like he'd never heard of this thing, and it sounded like....nevermind, he's blurting, and trying not to crack up laughing at how stupid it sounded, "Is that for real, then? Like a self-help group. Seriously. Seriously? Oh, wait, are ye serious?"
"Admit it, its not a bad idea!" Cass pointed at him, "Maybe stop him from getting himself or someone else killed. If we're going to pull this thing off we need to be able to trust everyone!"
"He is rather dangerous," he reluctantly admitted, but still wasn't sold on the idea of it. Not fully, at least. He rubbed one hand over his forehead, nervously, like he was trying to work out a brain knot, through his skull. "Nae, I guess it's not a bad idea but two people saying, laddie, ye got tae draw the line somewhere an' this is it? I dunnae know how well that would gae over. Though I'm sure Sulu'd appreciate it. Look what happened there."
SCOTTISH WINCE.
"He needs to know there's a line somewhere," Cass pointed out, folding her arms. "I'm not going to shirk away from my own blame but..line."
"We all were tae blame a bit, things got out of hand," Scotty was pointing out to her, still with a full-on wince of massive proportions. "It wasn't just...shite, forget it, he instigated the better part of it. Why the fuck am I tryin' tae defend the lad?"
"Well, yes. We'll need to admit that part in any intervention." Cass jutted her jaw out, "I don't know. Same reason why I half want to follow him to hell and back?"
"Why would ANYONE want tae follow him tae hell and back?" he was asking, out loud, but it wasn't just at her, but also put forth to himself. "He's beyond nutters."
Cass tossed pants at him. Trousers too, "I don't know. Maybe the same reason NASA rejected you and Sulu? We need people like you. You're..special." She frowned, not liking the realization, "All of you."
He grabbed at them, and started putting them on in the middle of the kitchen, still wearing the robe. He's forgotten all about what it looks like. There were more important things on his mind, now.
"I dunnae want tae say I was rejected, until after I'd tried tae make a dae-it-yerself home atom smashing kit and things went wrong, and I blew up a small chunk of Texas," he judiciously pointed out. Then, having gotten the trousers on by bouncing on one leg and then the other, he finally pointed at her, to point out something else! "And ye know, it's not every girl who can build computers like that, or knows as much as ye dae. That makes ye just as important as the rest of us, sae dunnae forget that."
"And if you'd have proper funding and materials with the right strength, I doubt it would have been a disaster," Cass pointed out, ignoring any attempt to include her in this little band.
"Takes leadership an' coordination. We dunnae have that. That alone would make it a disaster." Scotty gave her a look like she was included no matter what. A programmer was always needed for this stuff, especially to collect data during test runs. In fact? Open mouth, out falls a blunt statement, "Yer a part of it, like it or not."
"I like it! I just think you need to settle this..whatever it is with Kirk first. Kinda like Picard dragging everyone into the ready room to have a 'Conference.'"
"Oh not the confrences, those're sae booooring. Ye are still a part of it. Just say ye are, and we'll move on with our lives."
She glared at him, all stubborn like, "Fine. I'm part of it."
"Brilliant!" Both arms shot up over his head in a classic cheer. He ran over and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "Yay! Now where'd ye get these clothes I'm wearing, from!"
"Uhm, they're yours?" She gestured at the bedroom door, "I couldn't reach your shirt, it was up on the ceiling fan."
"Aww. Oh. Oh, right. I'd best get that doon from there. Got a broom?"
"I was hoping to get on your shoulders," Cass replied, rubbing a hand along one of his biceps.
"Cassie?"
"Yes?"
"If we dae that, we'll never get the shirt doon. For the rest of the day."
Though he did give her a nice pat on the bum, and a quick kiss, and was looking profoundly gleeful that she was rubbing his arm like that.
"But it would be FUN!" Ever see that episode of M*A*S*H with doctors carting around nurses on their shoulders and so forth? She'd love to do that.
"We'll fall over," he tried to protest, but even his resolve was wavering. She had that gleam in her eyes, like she was imagining how fun it would be.
She could tell he was wavering, and climbed onto the table, and then onto his shoulders. Then she pointed forward, "Charge!"
"Fuuuuuuck's saaaaaaaake," he protested, then made sure he had a good hold on her legs and went onward, because she was already up there and had expended effort to get there, so why waste it? He was trying to tilt his head so he could see upward, but that just resulted in a half a face of her thigh. Not that he minded too terribly much. "Forward? Back? Need direction, lass."
Cassie cheered, "Go forward! Left Left! Watch out for the door!"
"Damn door," he said, nearly bumping her knee into it. Waver step, waver, step step. "Right? No, I mean, gae right or more left?"
"YOUR OTHER LEFT!" She batted him on the top of his head, then squeezed her thighs in an attempt to better direct him, as though he were her pony.
"Ow, ow...ouch..ohh...wait, that's rather nice." He gave her a nip on the inner left thigh and nearly sent them toppling over.
Cass started to giggle, flailing her arms as she started to lose her balance.
Up went one hand for her to grab onto, and Scotty's eyes went O.O because the last thing he wanted was to drop her. How did he get talked INTO this stuff?!
He went teetering off for the bed, about ready to fall over, also. If she didn't have ahold of the hand he was flailing up around at her to grab hold of, then it was probably going to be playing a game of thwap-a-boob.
Cass pushed her self off of Scotty, fliailing through the air with the greatest of ease! She landed on the bed with an oof and started giggling hysterically again.
Well pushing off of him almost sent him in another direction, entirely. Luckily he stagger compensated, landing with his butt on the edge of the bed, before sliding off and hitting the floor. Ouch face! But it could've been worse than it was, so that was a small blessing. She was laughing, too, so that made it a bit better. Enough that - after the initial ouch was over - he started to chuckle a little bit, as well.
Cass's foot suddenly caressed at his jaw. They really weren't getting anywhere at this rate.
No, because he thinks she has evil toes, to go along with the evil rest of her. He acted like he was about to bite them. Her and her sneaky feet. Naughty lass.
Toes? WRIGGLE.
Now that is just tempting him, unnecessarily, cuz they are riiiiiiight there. He eyed them again. A nip and a pseudo-growl, then he abruptly stopped himself and tilted his head away.
"We're never goin' tae get anything done. Not a thing."
Cass rolled her eyes, "But it would be FUN."
Scotty started to pull himself back up onto the edge of the bed. "What? If I pinch yer toes off, like this?" And, at that, he grabbed hold of one foot and began pinch wriggling her toes between his fingers, like little piggies going to market.
She flailed, laughed and nearly kicked his teeth in on accident!
"Stopping now! SHITE, be careful," he said with a laugh, batting one of her feet away at the last second before it got too close again. "I'm really serious! If we get this done now, then we can have plenty of time tae work on finding parts for a moon craft and engines and computers an'....time for this on the side. Or a whole lot more this, maybe."
Because he was already moving in for a kiss, you very distracting woman, you.
Darting out of his way and onto her feet, Cass lept up and managed to free his shirt. She threw it at him, "Come on, I have to program!"
Access, deniiiiiiiiiied. He had ended up faceplanted into her pillow instead, for that was how quickly she'd vacated.
"Aye, fine then, time tae work," he agreed, pulling his shirt on and getting ready to go. "Next time, just let me get a broom."
"That's not as fun!" She ran out the door after putting a leash on Clitty McGee, then waited for him.
Well? At least she was having fun. Scotty put the shirt - and then his boots- on, before he grabbed his jacket and his broken phone. Then he was out the door, too.
Locking up behind her, she started jogging towards the repairshop, leaving him in the dust!