Montgomery Scott is a miracle worker (warp_speed) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-02 18:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gaila, james kirk, kitty pryde (shadowcat), montgomery scott |
"Not without permission!"
Who: Gaila, Kitty, Kirk, Scotty
What: Home sweet home, finally!
When: Uhh...I was reeeaaally late editing this, so...a couple days ago or so? *wince*
Where: Mad Monty's
Rating: PG13 - conversational stuffs
Status: Complete!
Jim had picked Gaila and Scotty up at the airport, and gotten them home. He was curious about certain things, but decided to not ask any questions. When they pulled into the garage, the door was open. Kitty was inside, having let the dog out and was perched on a nacelle eating a sandwich. She waved! Gaila waved back!
Scotty caught himself in mid-wave and promptly pointed, instead. That pointy index finger was accompanied by a thoroughly bellowed, "Get doon! She's nae tae sit on! What's wrong with you, lass? Use a bloody chair."
He shook his head at Kitty like that was terrible. She should be ashamed. It was as though he was married to the ship, and he was taking offense that someone else was using his wife as a park bench.
She flipped off the nacelle like it was perfectly normal to flip off of a nacelle, and rolled to her feet. She'd finally returned the rental truck, and was going to hitch a ride with Kirk out of there, leaving her bike for Scotty to get to at his leisure. But for now, "I have sandwiches waiting for you."
Gaila gave her a stare, then shrugged. She wasn't so jealous anymore. At least right now, "Thanks. I'm starving!"
Jim got out of the car, and rescued a sandwich before Scotty descended upon them like a vulture on a carcass.
Which was the precise reason that Scotty glared at him. Because he was the lord and master of sandwiches. And starship engineering. Or engineering in general. Whatever. Lord and master. You should all recognize his superior powers. Especially when it's crunch time.
"An' dinnae give her the finger. That's a safety hazard, ye know." Glomp. He hugged onto Kitty, because she not only helped with everything before he'd left, but because she let the dog out, AND brought sandwiches. Which was win/win/win in his book. And, well, any excuse to hug a Kitty Pryde, even while stuck in a temporal distortion of massive proportions? It's a good excuse. "Thank ye, lassie. I could kiss ye, but that's hardly appropriate."
She got a backpack instead. Onward he went to make sure that a.) Gaila was sitting down before she tried to eat anything & b.) that he got the rest of the sandwiches stuffed into his face.
Kitty could have slept with Scotty. Or James T. Kirk. Or Obi-fucking-kenobi. But she didn't believe in cheating.
Didn't mean she didn't think about it. She hugged Scotty back, laughing, "Not without permission!"
"Permission denied," Gaila replied playfully. She picked up a sandwhich and ate it much more slowly. Unlike Scotty (and apparently Kirk) she couldn't inhale them.
Jim would deny any sandwhich inhaling, "Got someone interested in the ship. So we'll have at least one audience member at launch."
That's not nice, saying that Kitty. Bad, bad Kitty. If Scotty even remotely knew she thought that, he'd choke on that sandwich due to a spontaneous universe-collapsing geekgasm.
Also, Kirk was inhaling that sandwich too, which was why he was giving Kirk a glaring at, and then a scrunched up face like 'wut?' as in he thought that was their project.
A universe-collapsing geekgasm.
Probably.
But she couldn't help it!
It was their project! "Someone wanted to build a rocket, I mentioned I was working on it, and he geekgasmed all over the idea. What's the harm if he watches the launch?"
Kirk was not inhaling a damn thing!
Only he was.
"Ye know, this whole thing really wasnae supposed tae exist. I was thinkin' about tryin' tae reworking it intae something a wee bit more mundane," hedged Scotty under his breath to Kirk, uncertain about the whole idea and keeping his voice low so Kitty couldn't catch on to any dissent. "What if they start tae ask questions? I cannae answer them. I'd be standing about like, 'Oh right, I built it but...ye want tae know how?' And then I shrug at them. Who is it anyway? Please dinnae tell me it's Superman. Or that he wants tae go back tae Krypton. I'll die inside. After me skull implodes. Then I’ll die inside."
He had started on the whole makeshift probably-can't-break-warp-one engines before he realized (or remembered) all of the rules, regulations, and 1001 things that can go wrong with time travel. And since none of them could come up with any answer other than his own conjecture on the whole mess, he wasn't sure where they were and what paradoxes could happen. The thought of which was going to make his brain explode, in a non-geekgasm related incident.
"You'll be in the ship, how can you answer questions?" He slapped Scotty on the back like 'all is well.' "Besides, you're acting like we're in the past. We're not. Even in the slightest. So relax!" And he nommed away at the sandwich, "And it's just some dude who likes to tinker. You can respect that, can't you?"
Kirk was pretty sure that whatever this timeline was, it was shot all to hell already with worlds colliding.
If Kitty had heard that part, she would have brought up knowing a jedi, and thus blowing everyone's minds.
Alas, for minds must remain intact for the moment.
Gaila looked shiftily between the two men. She wondered what they were talking about.
It was an imploded possible alternate timeline, if in which they are trapped. If he could punch a hole through it to get back home, Scotty would do so in an instant.
"Tinkering's fine, but you dinnae even know what we're stuck in, mind ye, laddie? I also wasnae prepared tae answer any questions until...ye know...we possibly blew things up afterward an' went 'oh, here's our evidence we made it there' Ye know? Besides, I was goin' tae let you and Sulu have at it. Things that could go wrong? Nothing, really. She's solid. She'll get ye tae the moon and back again. Just land in some water and bail oot before ye hit the self-destruct. Which, ye know, we'd have if I could get the fuel for it. Which we didnae have. Presently."
Scotty can live without being told there's actual jedis around. He already suspects. He's just absolutely not willing to vocalize the crazy, or make mention of it anywhere. Don't make him quote the rule book, which is there for him to bend by sneakily going around things without vocally saying so...and for Kirk to DISREGARD, ENTIRELY.
Jim nodded his head. They probably would have to destroy it, once they landed back. That would be easy enough. He decided to change the subject, "Sandwhiches are good. Thanks Kitty!"
"You're welcome. I didn't make them myself."
"Probably couldn't make a sandwhich to save your life," Gaila taunted.
Kitty retorted back, "I didn't go to sandwich school, you'll have to forgive me."
"It wasn't sandwich school!"
Trolling? Successful!
Scotty just facepalmed at them. As the thought of destroying his masterpiece was necessary but had kind of put a damper on any celebratory mood, for the time being.
Kitty snickered. She walked over to the sandwich table and took a sandwich, ignoring the daggers being glared into her back.
Scotty simply ate a sandwich, like it was his only means of consolation. Well, that, and Gaila was alive and kicking, so he had that to be thankful for, as well. Two things is better than none. But removing his technology from him was like...leaving this particular man gutted, with organs missing.
Which is why Kirk had a plan for that. After all, they'd need a warp core to get back to their own timeline, right? So they'd FAKE the destruction! THE PLAN WAS BULLETPROOF! NOTHING CAN GO WRONG! He slapped Scotty on the back and winked at him, "How was New Orleans?"
"The hospital sucks," Gaila supplied!
Once Scotty was through somberly inhaling that bit of sandwich he had in his hands, he confessed, "I only looked at the hotel room and went tae hospital tae visit Gaila. That's all."
Because he doesn't take holidays, remember? They're evil. And stuff like this happens on vacations so they're not worth the trouble, and it was safer to stay home and read technical journals.
"The graveyard was pretty neat?" She gave them all a smile like 'everything was awesome until the mugging!"
Scotty merely eyedarted and shrugged at Kitty and Kirk like he didn't understand how awesome a segment a cemetery could be. Unless it was magnificently haunted, like in Edinburgh, and the ghosts would try to pummel someone bloody with its ghost fists, give the person a heart attack, and then eat their face off. Like a good proper ghost should do when you invade places they died or were buried in.
Or, at least, that's the way it worked in Scotland. He says so.
Kitty wasn't so sure about that, herself. She gave a little shrug, "If you say so. I'd rather see something like the French Quarter any day!"
"Mardi Gras is amazing," Jim murmured, mostly to himself.
Gaila snickered.
"Yer only sayin' so, because of women lifting their shirts an' jiggling about a whole fat lot," stated Scotty, like captain obvious. "Anyway, if I can get the fuel sorted, ye'd better talk tae Sulu."
"And the sex, Scotty. The sex!" Jim gripped Scotty's arm like he couldn't emphasize the sex any more than he already had. But he wanted to.
Too late, Scotty was already leaning away, with his head turned to one side like...yeah...the crazy. He can't possibly react to the the crazy any more than he is right now. But he'd want to.
It wasn't crazy it wassexy!
Kitty exchanged a look with Gaila, who made smootching face. Kitty nodded her head, in agreement, then both women folded their arms and stared at the men, as if waiting.
"Okay, aye, I get it. I believe you. Good for you, happy tae hear ye enjoyed yerself, really." Scotty was trying to remove his arm from the crazy sex grip that was going on. He looked at Kitty in an obvious attempt to change the subject. "So. How about that weather? Did we miss anything? Sun? Sun? More sun?"
"Just some sun." Kitty made smootchy faces at them. "Are you two going to kiss and make up yet?"
"Buh?" He stared at Kitty like he was wondering what the hell she meant by that. "What are ye on about?"
"Kiss," Gaila supplied! "You two looked like you were arguing, and we're expecting you to kiss and make up."
"A little groping wouldn't hurt either," Kitty added.
"Get bent. We were nae arguing." Because they weren't. And there goes Scotty's hand, giving Kirk a THWAP to let go.
Jim shrugged, and leaned in to smootch Scotty on the cheek!
"Ugh, why? WHY?" He started to lean away, then realized the futility of it. He leaned in, gave Jim a smooch on the lips and a back patting, then held both hands up like WHATSAMATTERYOU at both of the girls. "Happy? That was about as arousing as headbutting a brick wall and spitting teeth oot, afterward. Really. No offense Kirk, but ye arenae me type."
Oh the hell with it, he reached over and gave Kirk a swat on the bum too, with one hand. Then shrugged like it was no big deal. Whatever!
Gaila threw her arms up, cheering! Kitty covered her mouth, then gave the other girl a high five. Then paid her five bucks, as apparently Gaila was the one that thought they'd actually go through with it. Porthos? Had stayed out of this bet.
Jim looked so very sad, "I'm so disappointed.."
"They're odd. It's best tae ignore them. They've got some sick fascination with...nevermind, yer all perverted as it is. It's useless tae explain anything resembling normal tae any of ye, as it is. It all gets turned into perversion."
"Most girls like slash," Jim said, grinning at him. "So they see it everywhere. A bit like lesbian-vision, only it's gay-vision."
Gaila giggled, "See? HE understands!"
Scotty rolled his eyes like 'okaaaaaaaywhatever' and stepped off to one side with both hands held up, like he was fending off the weird.
He did say to Gaila though, before he sidestepped off to somewhere he deemed a safe distance, "Did ye want tae have a wee lay doon an' rest, Gaila? Ye have been sitting upright for a while now...."
"Hey Scotty, mind if I leave my bike here, for the suspension thing?" Kitty leaned on the chair behind Gaila, who shook her head at the idea of moving. Moving required energy, effort and motivation right now.
He was willing to help haul her up the steps, as carefully as possible. That's why she was being given an odd stare like he was trying to mind read the Orion lass and was failing miserably.
"Aye, that's fine. I'll replace it, as soon as possible, and leave ye a message when it's done."
"Thanks." She ran up and gave Scotty a kiss on the cheek, then beckoned to Kirk, "Lets leave the two honeymooners to themselves."
"We're nae honeymooners. What the hell's that about? We're nae even married. It's likely yer goin' tae get married before we do, since...ye know..." He mouthed the word 'u-haul' at Kitty and then gave her a shit-eating grin. "Let me know where tae send a card, Stubby."
Two thumbs up? She's getting 'em!
".....Stubby?!"
Note, she didn't respond to any U-Haul allegations.
"Well it's nae like ye can have claws, ye know." That answer was very matter of fact. And besides, he already knows that the u-haul was the second date, so...joke? Still intact.
Kitty smacked him playfully, before Jim started tugging her out of there! Gaila waited until they were done, before announcing, "Him and Janice got hitched in Vegas."
Scotty just about choked on the very air he needed in order to continue breathing as a living creature on the face of the planet Earth. Once he flailed his arms a little and then held his hands up toward his forehead like his brain was about to shoot right out of his eyeballs, he managed to say, "WHAT?!"
"Yep! She totally let slip when I talked to her on the phone." Gaila went ^_^
"When did ye talk tae her on the phone and why would anyone admit that? It's like admitting ye know...one of yer greatest fails. While sailing on the FailBoat, intae a hurricane, without lifejackets or a rudder, and overloaded with concrete blocks."
"I talked to her before I was mugged. I wanted some lady advice. Girl talk and all that." She gave him a smile.
"Och! Really. I feel sorry for the lass now. He dunnae strike me as the marrying sort. And it's nae like we see them together now, is it?" Though Scotty silently thanked the higher powers that be, for sparing them the ear bleeding from having to even listen to that all over again.
"I think she's in love...but they probably got an annulment. Still? FUNNY!"
Scotty scrunched his face up and shrugged a little. He wasn't sure if it was too funny at all, but didn't want to say that because it would ruin what Gaila seemed to think WAS funny. Marriage. That was srs bsns.
"I suppose so. Did she say she was, because she seemed like...ye know...quiet, contained, stubborn arse pillar of stone type of lass. I dinnae know her all that well."
"She definitely has feelings for him. That's the sad part. She's just going to be in for a world of hurt!
"Aye. Probably." He winced, terribly. Because that was terrible.
No one in their right mind would ever marry Kirk. Or so Scotty thinks.
Gaila winced right along with him. Good recovery on her part, too!
"We should send her flowers."
"I cannae take that much pleasure in the misfortune of others, in that capacity. I mean, marriage? That's serious. Nae tae be taken lightly. Death do ye part, blah blah blah. Maybe the lass will meet a nice lad who's...why would we do that? That's just rubbin' someone's nose in it. Oh, here, we heard ye married Kirk, must've been a horrible accident, have some flowers. What's that about? No, that's awful."
He moved closer to her, hands held out, to help her up. He figured after the flight and sitting there, it was rest time.
"She's probably wild in the sack. I knew a girl like her in catholic school. WILD."
"All right, well...we've heard the noises. That's likely the case. Here, I'll help ye up. I didnae want ye tae fall over or wear yerself oot."
Gaila thought about that for a moment, "She did scream like the devil was after her.."
"I think ye should just leave the lass be," he attempted to reason with her, waving his hands around like she could grab hold at any time or smack them away. "It's probably something she said that maybe she didnae want spread around. Shite like that is embarassing."
Gaila pursed her lips, and then held out her arms for Scotty to help her up, or pick her up as the case may be, "Hopefully everything will be okay."
"Well I certainly hope so," he said while picking her up - carefully - and starting to carry her upstairs. "If it's nae, then we're in for some relatively shite times, I think."
"We can be there for them," Gaila replied, nodding her head. Oh. She was going to be there for Janice, she was.
"I think that's between them, how that all works oot." He said that like it was final, and it was better to not get between two opposing parties if they were going to part ways, mutually. It might even be better to refrain entirely from trying to convince two people who didn't belong together to try to stick it out. "I'd rather nae take sides."
"..Me neither, but I plan on supporting Kirk if it comes to it. I've known him longer, even if he is an ass."
"Well, aye, I mean...romantic entanglements are things that....best kept between the people involved. It dunnae need advertised, I'd suppose? Here, into bed with ye." He carefully eased her down onto the bed and gave her a worried looking over. "He's the captain. Have tae follow him. It's part of the regulations."
"Since when is he known for following regulations?" Gaila slipped under the covers, not bothering to undress. She wasn't ready for him to see the burns, just yet.
"Uhh...from what I noticed? Never. But if we make it home, we'll all have tae file reports and that's a huge mess, tae many discrepancies. So I'm certain he'll order the ship destroyed now. Which is a kick in the arse tae me, but I realize...aye, cannae keep her." He poked a finger lightly at her shoulder. "I know ye probably dinnae want me tae see the burns. Would you like me tae hand ye something tae wear, so ye can change under the covers?"
Gaila shook her head, "No, we can fake her destruction! With the right programming we can make it look like an out of control descent, bail out, and recover later."
"But I wanted to go up!"
"Maybe some other time. That might be a wee bit rough on you."
Gaila squinted, "I'm not helpless!" She folded her arms, then rolled over."
"Well, no, but ye got burned. I still dinnae know how badly, either." He paused, quietly watching her, but not wanting to press any further if she didn't want to show him. Not now, because it was still probably way too soon, and he'd rather she volunteered that on her own. "I'll leave the room if ye want tae change."
"I'm..going to just..sleep like this." Gaila yawned. "S'ok."
"Ye havenae changed since we left New Orleans," he pointed out, taking a clean t-shirt out of a drawer and throwing it at her, so it landed on her head. Then he took her shoes off, and did as she would have done, just to make the room homey again. He threw them carelessly over the foot of the bed, so he could trip over them later.
"I'll change after I shower?" Right now, the woman just really, really wanted to sleep. Like sleep SO hard!
They were damn lucky Varric moved everything back in while they were in Nawlins!
"Okay, okay...fine. I'm goin' tae work on Kitty's bike. If ye need anything, simply give a shout." He bent over and lifted up the tshirt like it was a sorry excuse for a veil, to give her a kiss on the cheek. PLOP. Down went the t-shirt again. "G'night, lovey!"
Gaila smiled. It was good to be home. She hugged her pillow like it was best pillow, and fell asleep.