littlegreengirl (littlegreengirl) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-03-29 23:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gaila, montgomery scott |
Gimme grandbabies!
Who: Scotty, Gaila, Gaila's mom
What: Gaila's mom has a surprise, and a demand
Where: Mad Monty's
When: Same day Gaila's mom turns up
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
Upstairs, Scotty not only had the water already going in the electric kettle (it was great for making ramen noodles, too, total investment), but he also had his phone out. He dialed Gaila's number and hoped she'd at least answer. If not? Plan B was calling Varric.
"I'm not here," Gaila said, hissing into the phone.
"Aye, ye are. Yer mum brought ye something, she's tryin' tae make amends." He was speaking in the same low whisper, with the touch of a hiss to it. "Divorce papers ring a bell? She has them. An' she looks auld an' tired an' I think yer mum's smoked a bit of happy grass."
She paled, leaning against the wall of her apartment and feeling both elated and terrified, "..no ..no way."
"Aye, she did. Look," he waved one hand up a little and scrunched his eyes closed, even if she couldn't see it, "she really looks like she's been flattened an' maybe it's time ye both...I dinnae know. Whatever it is that mums an' daughters dae. But I think maybe ye should dae it. I already TOLD her not tae say whore again but it's like she's got that torettes thing an' it's just goin' tae fly oot of her mouth, at random. Did ye want tae see her or not? Because it's not like ye'd be alone, Gaila. I mean, I'm right here with her an' she's not lookin' tae incredibly crazy. She's even said awight tae the computers."
She listened to him speak. What he said made sense but the thought of seeing her mother filled her with so much dread that she was certain she was going to throw up.
From the wretching sound coming over the phone, that's precisely what she was doing. Gaila wiped her mouth, taking deep breaths, "Are..are they signed?"
The thought of being..free...sent her right back to the porcelin goddess. And her mom being okay with computers? And dope, did he mention dope? Oh god...
"I believe she said sae, aye...are ye all right?" He looked, and sounded, worried. "Gaila? Ye want Varric tae gae get ye and I'll stay here with her, or dae ye want me tae just ask her tae come back later?"
"I'm okay just..a little...in shock. It's shock." She leaned back against the bathroom wall, "..are you sure? Is it real?"
"Seems like it. She actually looked like a deflated balloon. I havenae lied tae ye before, Gaila. I'm not about tae lie tae ye, now."
"Can you keep her busy? I'll be over in twenty minutes." ... ohshit, "Hide my underwear! I never put it on!"
"Sure, I'll hide yer underthings." He rolled his eyes but smiled. "I'll keep her talking. Dinnae rush tae much! Ye might trip an' fall an' puke yer guts oot again. Buh-bye!"
Too late. Marian had found the bra that Gaila had tossed up high into the rafters several weeks before and was staring it.
Scotty had hung up the phone and was making tea on lightspeed, stirring in sugar and heading back down the steps with a huge smile on his face. He walked over, with the cup held out, but kind of looked up to what she was staring at. Oh, that wasn't good at all. Ahem. Cough.
"Oh, right. Sorry. Sometimes we use the rafters tae dry our laundry." His voice dropped down to a conspiratorial whisper as he offered her the cup, like it was an ancient Chinese secret he was sharing. "It really saves on th' electric bill. Shh."
"Aye..." She nodded her head and gave him a thumbs up. She took the tea and took a sip, nodding approvingly. The cross-dresser was going up in her book.
Well of course, he knew one important fact, parents who had children - much like his own mother - knew how to stretch a budget by being thrifty. See? He's no idiot, but was appealing to her thrifty side to get Gaila's bra off her mind. He smiled and sat down next to her at a respectable distance.
"I bet ye got a lot o' stories that would embarrass the hell oot of Gaila," he said, hoping she had a few. "I'm dyin' tae hear them."
A wide grin crossed her face, and Marian began telling Scotty the story of the time Gaila got into the cat litter.
Glee! Scotty sat there, utterly amused, face scrunched up in disgust but still managing to smile. While saying 'that's disgusting!' and laughing a whole lot, at appropriate times.
"Mum!" Gaila stood in the doorway, horrified. She hadn't just..she had! She looked mortified!
Scotty went >_> and sort of folded his arms over himself, like he was giving himself a protective measures hug and had not been enjoying any terrible tales of childhood experiments with catboxes. Nope. Not him!
Marian got to her feet and walked over to her daughter, giving her a hug that was returned someone stiffly. Trust was not so easily given.
Well, baby steps then. Scotty shrugged at Gaila and a softened wince made it's way over his face for a few fleeting seconds, before he looked away to give them a moment. Like he was trying to become part of the scenery.
Gaila let go of her mother, and walked over to stand next to Scotty. She was stiff, defensive. As if preparing for battle!
Her mother frowned, and rubbed her own arm.
That wasn't going to help matters. So he stood up and rested a hand on the middle of her back, rubbing very gently now and then. Trying to think of something to say to break the ice was a bit more difficult than deciding to offer her some measure of physical support.
"Yay, yer mum's here," he said, in a faint whisper of mock enthusiasm. After clearing his throat a little, he went for the usual blunt but honest approach. He hoped that the whore word didn't come flying out of anyone's mouth, after he made the following suggestion, "Umm, maybe ye both have a few things tae say tae one another...?"
Gaila put her arm around Scotty, and kissed his cheek as it to..she wasn't sure. She was even wearing something conservative for herself. She was trying to prove she could DO this. She could.
Marian just smiled and held out the papers, "Yecanav this. Buwant somtin." She pointed at Scotty, "Gimme grandbabies!"
O.O went Scotty's face and he'd gone from grinning a smidge bashfully at the cheek kiss, to sudden impending doom horror of what-a-tudes!
Frozen in place much? Oh yes, he was.
Gaila was also frozen, staring at her mom, and at the papers. Was she being held hostage? She was being held hostage! Blackmailed! She felt her hackles rise and tried to calm herself down, "I'm too young. There's..things I want to do."
"Dit afore ye shrivel up!"
"...I think...I think she's got a while...before that happens," Scotty was trying to say, loud and clear, but it sounded a bit faint and distant. However, he was trying to at least get the girlfriend's hackles lowered and make nice with her mum at the same time. Just a little bit. "We'll...wait an' see how things gae. Aye. Once things get nice an' settled."
He planned on being off the planet at some point anyway, so no way were they going to appear 'settled' by any measure of the word, any time in the next...forever.
Marian squinted at both of them, "Want commitment." She swallowed 'to prove she's not a whore.' "Prv yemanit."
"Fine." He turned to Gaila and planted a kiss on her lips, both of his hands on her shoulders, and he made a vow. "I promise I'm not goin' tae leave or abandon ye or be a total fucker shite head bugger arse. The end."
"Thasnae it!"
Gaila rubbed at her face, "Promise ring?"
That feeling in her gut returned and she started to turn green. Her mother squinted, "Yenokedup!"
"NAE she's not knocked up! What's wrong with ye!" He hugged onto Gaila, but loosely done, so if she needed to break free and puke, she could do so with absolute ease. "That's enough. Let us just dae this on our own time, aye? When things are right, I've got every intention of...making...it official."
...... "Gonuff." Marian nodded her head, and handed the precious, precious papers over, ignoring the way Gaila had suddenly gone from green to white.
Scotty took note of her change of skin tone and took the papers for her.
"Aye, cheers," he said, then tried to guide Gaila down so she could sit and not pass out. "It's okay, lass. Doon ye gae, have a wee sit an' just breathe."
Gaila nodded her head, sitting down and trying not to hyperventilate. Official. He'd said official. She couldn't do official again could she?
"Juwant whatbest.." Marian shuffled a foot.
"Aye, there's nothin' wrong with that," was Scotty's reply, but he was bent down so he could look Gaila in the eyes, while doing so. His own expression was etched with worry. Enough so, that he reiterated under his breath so only she could hear, "When the time's right, lass. Nothing soon. Later. Aye?"
Much later. Much, much later. If he had his way.
Gaila nodded her head, then suddenly kissed him as if her life depended on it!
And nearly knocked him over, from the sheer sudden force of it! He barely had time to right himself.
Was that a squee? Mom just squeed!
Oh no, they both were squee'ers. As he sealed the deal with a kiss, he kinda knew he was doomed.
Marian, meanwhile, headed upstairs. To make herself at home. He was going to be her new son-in-law, after all.
Wait, what? He peeked one eye open in mid-kiss and saw the woman heading up the stairs like she owned the place. Was she just...oh no, he hoped they hadn't left the box of junior wee bairn sized condoms out, anywhere.
That was going to be fun to explain. At least, if she thought it was REAL and wasn't a joke, then she might not be so hopeful for baby making.
The condoms? Were right out in the open. She didn't notice them, setting about finishing the dinner Gaila had started. Celebration!
Great! There was time to throw the damn things away, discreetly! One last wallop of a kiss on Gaila's lips, and he practically picked her up and ran upstairs with her!
Too late! Marian had paused and was holding them, glowering at them, "Mdispoint. Small."
".........aye, I know, it's a terrible deformity," he said, like he was utterly serious, and then plucked the box out from her hand, arching an eyebrow. "It was a bad joke. She brought them back as a gag gift. Gag as in joke, not as in somethin' serious."
Behind him, Gaila had her hands apart mouthing 'this big' at her mother, who maintained a straight face, except for a mad twinkle in her eye. When they got along, they really got along. Both women hoped it would last.
If he had seen that, he would have cringed. Lots. And probably yelled, but luckily he had NOT seen it and was already disposing of the box in the rubbish bin, with great haste.
As for the cooking? He could not do. So it was a wise thing that he stayed out of the kitchen if anything more complex than a can of soup, toast, or ramen noodles was involved.
Marian shoo'd them both out. The least she could do was cook.
Gaila started to protest, but her mother held up a finger, "Nei!"
"Okay, okay, aye, fine, we're oot of here." He took her by the hand and led her off to one side - into the bedroom - so he could whisper talk at her. "Let her have it, aye, it's yer kitchen but just let her have it for now. Sorry about the...official thing, aye, I dinnae know how else tae put it. But...umm..." He rubbed a hand against the side of his own neck and went shifty-eyed, while thinking. "....I did mean it. Maybe in a year or two. Or twenty."
"Well its your kitchen but..." She fidgeted, "I wasn't...this is too much. Too much way too much and.."
"Aye, it is, but ye cook more in it than I dae. And? Nae. Nae rush. Ye know I dinnae want tae rush, either." He shrugged and looked sorry he said it. "I was tryin' tae just...make yer mum happy an' ye know...maybe, get oot of havin' tae get ye a promise ring. Unless ye want one! Dinnae fash yersel, because...worry, I meant dinnae worry about it, aye. Because it's tae soon, any way we look at it. Ye just got yer papers."
And it was better to let her decide, now that she was all free and stuff, what she wanted to do.
Or, at least, that's what he was thinking.
She wanted an engagement ring this time. There hadn't been one last time and that had spelled disaster. Hell, there hadn't been a wedding ring either. But she didn't want to push it and she wanted him to think of it on his own, so she said nothing on that subject, "I'm going to sign them and send them off today."
"Okie dokey. Brilliant. I think ye should dae that." He paused, pressing his lips together for a moment, like he was thinking very intently on the whole thing. If one listened closely enough, they could probably hear the wheels of his mind whirring away. What he was thinking about, however, was a bit of a mystery. Especially since he went with something practical to say, next, "Ye need something tae write with."
He dug into his pockets with both hands, rummaging around, and then voila! He held up a pen! It ws like his pockets were a mini universe in their own right, sort of like rpg bags and packs which seemed to hold infinite items, and yet toons in MMOs could stuff them full of stacks of things and still be able to carry them around with the greatest of ease.
The wheels of his mind sounded more like a jet engine to Gaila. He was that smart. His mind was so sexy and just watching him think was turning her on.
And her mom was in the other room. She started getting a grin on her face, that by now Scotty must be well familiar with.
"..." Oh no, he knew that look. He paused in mid-think, and eyed the door, reaching out with a foot and kickle nudging it closed. After all, her mom did kind of mention grandchildren. That takes practice! Plus it was kind of funny that her mom was out there and they might have to be a little sneaky and try to be quiet.
It was kinky. And might piss Marian off. Gaila was aaaaaall for that.