littlegreengirl (littlegreengirl) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-04-05 23:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gaila, montgomery scott |
I've never been concussed. I'm Scottish.
Who: Gaila and Scotty
What: Them being them, plus experimenting with antimatter! Sort of. In theory. There might have been more Scottish head injuries
When: A few days ago, I'm lazy
Where: Scotty's shop
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete!
Having spent a good part of the day already in a greenlicious gratuitous sex fest thoroughly enjoyable, btw!, Scotty was crawling over Gaila. Or trying to crawl over Gaila. The sole objective was to get out of bed and get dressed, then to get busy with work. Though, by that point, he really did actually feel like a freight train had ran him over. He was a little exhausted and maybe a little achy, too.
“Come back to bed....”
He stopped and stared down at her, like he hadn’t heard correctly.
“...cannae spend the whole day in bed...” Though, when she said it like that, it had given him pause and he had stopped moving, entirely.
She grinned, “Why not?”
Scotty stared at her for a long moment, like he was trying to think, but maybe her and her green self were throwing several wrenches into the machinery of his brain, and he was having to quickly compensate in order to come up with coherent reasoning. There was mainly the fact that he hadn’t ever spent a day in bed, just in bed, and not been working on something. And that was taking into account if he was sick with the flu and couldn’t get out of bed, at all. He liked to think that he always got bonus points for always daring sneak out while ill, because it was incredibly boring and tinkering was more fun. Regardless, she was making it very hard to keep scooting out of bed, putting him on the spot like that.
Gaila crawled out of bed, heading downstairs and not bothering to get dressed. As usual, she slept nude.
“Well,” he had began, “let me ask ye this....” So much for posing a question. Instead he watched her with wide eyes. Nope, she wasn’t stopping. He swiftly wrapped a sheet around himself and got out of bed, running to the loft door and peering out of it, looking for all extensive purposes like a Scottish catholic statue, since he had the sheet up over his head.
“Gaila, what're ye doin'?”
“Getting to work!”
“...well, I was about tae just say we could...och, ye cannae work without some clothes on!”
Grinning to herself, Gaila put on a work apron, and nothing else.
He sighed, but it was done as though he was so in love with the girl, that he blatantly knows it's made a part of him stupid. The rest? Still utterly brilliant. So while giving himself a mental back-patting, he decided to just let her be, be glad all the doors were closed, and get dressed. Then they could get to work! After he accomplished the getting ready to work on things portion of his normal morning routine, he tromped down the steps (fully dressed! novel concept!) and wasted no time crawling into the sub cabin and looking at the control panel. That was done from the underside, so he could see where to detach it and then open it up after to salvage pieces.
“Aye, can pull this oot here. I think.”
Gaila grinned!
He was brightly grinning as well, because it was a special moment. “This calls for power tools.”
“Cordless drill, please. With the attachment for the crosshead screws, if ye'd be sae kind, lovely assistant.” He held out one hand.
She handed it over, “I had a boyfriend use one on me once.”
Scotty just about sat up and hit his head on the console, so he could give her a funny staring at, for she is all sorts of wonderful odd. It was only a near miss, and he did kind of get to lob a weird look before shaking his head and laughing. With the drill in hand, he started removing screws, saying loudly, “I might need ye tae hold on tae this outer part, sae it dunnae land on me!”
“It was kinda fun. Just attach a dildo!” And she held on. To the outer part, not any dildo.
“Bearing that in mind, lass!” He worked quickly, the last few screws come loose in little to no time at all. He held up the console from his end, slowly scooting out from under it, letting her take up the slack. “Okay, there!”
“Heavy!”
“Hold on!” He pushed the drill away and scooted out in a rush. Scotty started to sit up, still using one hand to push the console upward, and misjudged the distance much to his mun’s delight. His forehead went BAM! Right on the edge. Goose egg number two. He even swore his vision went purple for a second. But now he is the lucky recipient of matching bumps, front and back. Even so, he had enough foresight to not let go no matter how unexpected or hurty it was, which was lucky, indeed.
Not because he was worried about getting his skull caved in, but because dropping it would’ve potentially wrecked perfectly good parts!
“ Scotty??”
We’re sorry, Scotty can't talk past the wincey. But he could use sign language. So he gave her a simple thumbs up before turning in place, one hand still on the edge, and managed to carefully tilt it past a couple of small brackets and started to ease the thing the rest of the way down, onto the floor. The impressive thing was that he accomplished all that, with his eyes scrunched closed.
“...caaaaaarefuuuuuuulll....” At least he was talking, finally, even if it was a hiss whisper.
“Should I let go yet?”
“Let gae.” He let go!
Oh thank god... Gaila let go!
Success! Parts saved! Scotty sat back and grabbed hold of his forehead with both hands, blinking open one eye. The other one was still crinkled closed, which gave him all the look of a demented Popeye.
Gaila rushed to get some ice!
“Ugh, what the fuck. Usually it's only once a bloody month I dae this. Now this makes twice. Probably makin' up for lost time. Aghh.” He sat still and waited. But didn’t protest either, not while clutching onto that lovely bumple he was growing over his right eye.
If a wheel of memory being clicked back into place and running with the rest of the machinery, had a sound? It would sound like: kerclunk clunk clunk clunk whirr whizz clunk clunk!
Clearly that had rattled his brain inside his skull. Scotty took one hand and bapped the heel of it against the side of his head, all in an attempt to try to get his senses back together.
The wheel o' memory went SNAP! Churn whizz vroom! like a well-oiled thing!
Well! Huh. That was odd, though Scotty. He was going to feel ten times smarter, after the headache went away.
Somewhere back in Aberdeen, Scotty’s mum would have been proud of her thick skulled son, if only she had psychic powers, which she doesn’t. So she won’t know until she hears it through the grapevine, courtesy of her daughter.
“..hon?” Gaila put ice on it.
He let out a soft whimper-groan, the sound of which was, “...ughhhnnngh?”
Which made him move his hands away, and he only did that with some reluctance. Even so, ice on it and numbing the throbbing pain down a smidge, he let out a long sigh of relief.
“Shhh....”
No. No shhh. He gave her a kicked puppy stare, lips pressed into a thin, tense line. That was only for a few seconds, before he asked her in a whisper, “...it wasnae cut at all, was it?”
“No” she peered again to be sure.
“Och, that's good. Here, I'll hold it in place. It's all right, I've got it. It’s only a wee bump.” A wee bump that went thwack when it made contact with metal, thus proving men can be dumbasses sometimes.
She was concerned. A concerned sexy nurse!
Oh, she's definitely sexy and he is appreciating the nursing! Unfortunately, he wasn’t one to let an injury stop him from getting things done, so he wasn’t staying put.
“Right then.” He took the towel with the ice and held it against his forehead while standing up. “I shouldae braced that on me shoulder. Sorry about that! Now, tae figure oot how tae get it oot of here....”
“Get a helmet?”
He gave her a split second of a dirty look, at the mere suggestion. “I dinnae need a helmet! Pfft!”
Eyedarting, Gaila poked the head bump.
He decided he was done with the ice and was tossing the towel aside, before he was ruthlessly poked by a green fingertip, right on his ouchie spot.
“WHAT"RE YE DOIN', LASS?!” Scotty danced a pain tapdance, on the spot.
“Proving you need a helmet.”
“I dinnae!”
She poked it again, making a :D face!
He growled a little, because OUCH? Before she could pull her hand away, he grabbed hold of her finger and kissed the tip of it.
“Stoppit.” He let go, picked up the drill, and kind of hung it into one of his many pockets in his work pants. That safely out of the way, he grabbed hold of one side of the console and started to drag it out, giving her a bump with his butt to let her know she needed to move out of the way.
Okay that was it. She poked him in the butt!
He waggled his bum at her. Meanwhile, he wasn’t sure what it was that was on his mind, but he did look very distracted.
Poke!
It was like it didn’t register. He didn't even wriggle that time, only scooted the console along. His eyebrows were knitted together like he's very intensely thinking of something, and that something is potentially important.
“..are you concussed?”
There was no immediate reaction. He was quiet for a few more token seconds, then blinked and finally looked at her. “...hm? Did ye say something?”
“..I'm calling Faiza.”
“What? What for?” Scotty looked at her like she had gone nuts. “I thought ye said something but I was...thinking of...dinnae call Faiza, shite, we've bothered her 'nuff and I'm fine.”
“Are you concussed?” she repeated.
“I've never been concussed.” He sounded profoundly offended and, besides, he had an excuse for never getting concussions, “I'm Scottish.”
“So perpetually concussed, got it.”
That earned her a dry unenthused stare!
That earned him a returned stare of equal magnitude.
DRY AS THE SAHARA STARE. He stubbornly began tearing the console apart so he could salvage usable parts and make it into smaller pieces, ones that were easier to carry out the hatch. He did not need doctor!
Gaila’s stare somehow got dryer.
IGNORE!!!
No sex for a week then! Take that!
If she pulled that card, he would have to tell her, flat out: You won't be able to hold out for one day. And he’d probably be right. Onward he worked! Stubbornly! Though he still looked profoundly bothered while doing so.
Gaila helped! She was very worried and trying not to show it.
Inwardly he appreciated the help and looked slightly less cranky, but still very bothered. It might make matters worse, that he wasn't saying much. It might give the impression he was angry with her, but really that couldn’t be further from the truth.
Scotty continued to very quietly work away, his lips set in a determined line, his brows knit together, and his eyes pinpoint focused on what he was ripping into.
She stepped back and hovered a bit.
A pause and he grabbed her hand, carefully and gently, and then rested it on a spot on the console. “Hold here. Aye?” That done, he started removing one of the more stubborn components out of it’s housing.
“Okay,” Gaila replied grabbing hold.
Great success! He removed it and set the piece aside, giving her hand a pitpat to let her know it was okay to let go.
She let go!
He broke the rest of it down in record time. Finally he stood up, and looked over at her for the first time since she’d poked his head bump, like he was ready to acknowledge again that she was standing there. That funny look on her face made him wince, and that time it wasn’t headache related.
“What's wrong with ye?”
“'I’m worried!”
“What about?”
“You, dumbass.”
“What for?” He was left staring at her like she had gone all sorts of odd.
Gaila stared at him. The gall of this man. How could he not understand why she was freaked out? To prove her point, Gaila POKED HIS HEAD BUMP LIKE DUH!
Scotty almost flailed in response.
“Argh! Dinnae poke it! It's only a bump!” Still, it didn’t seem like she’d be satisfied until he relented to some sort of testing procedure. “Here, ye want tae look at the pupils and make sure they're not dilated funny, nurse Gaila?”
He took out a mini-flashlight from a pocket and held it out to her. He even opened his eyes wide, so maybe she'll be satisfied that he's fine.
She peered, searching for dilation.
Yep, eyes still wide open, so she can inspect.
PEERING NOW!
Eyes wide! Nothing funny was going on!
That was quite enough of that, too. He muttered under his breath, “...goin' tae gae blind from brighty shiny shite.”
“FINE.”
He plucked the wee torch out of her hand and turned it off, plopping it back into his pocket. No further debate was necessary, so he leaned in and promptly kissed the air right out of her. Just as quickly as he did that, it was over. “It's not ye, or the bump. I was thinkin' of that thing I'd drawn upstairs, that's all.”
“Yeah?”
“I'm fine. Really. I bump this skull of mine on everything, lass.” He nodded at her, though he was doing so very slowly, because he did have a little bit of a headache.
She made a face at him.
“Why're ye makin' THAT face now?” Frustrated, he rubbed one hand over the unbumped part of his face.
“Because you're dumb!”
“Why dae ye think that!”
“Because you think hitting your head is nothing!”
“I've been hittin' me head on everything since I was wee! WEE ITTY BITTY BAIRN? BAM! HEAD KNOCKED ON THINGS?” He waved hands around, gesturing to and fro toward every single thing there that he could bump his head on. “I think me sis even knocked me in the head a few times, with her foot! Trust me, Gaila, this' nothing new or unusual. I really have been hit on the head with a golf club...had me head sort of closed in a car door...been punched in the head in Glasgow quite a few times....”
“....that explains everything.”
Scotty stopped raving for a moment and stared at her, before asking in a light and airy tone of voice, “Well, what's that tae mean?”
She grinned at him.”
He blinked at her, wide-eyed and questioning.
“It explains you!”
Now he looked offended all over again, starting to get the gist of where she was going with her little explanation. “A constant headache?!”
“A constant pain, “ She laughed.
“Och, ha HA.” He rolled his eyes.
“In my ass!”
“Ye ARE an arse!” He started to pick up pieces and headed for the hatch.
She bounced after him, laughing, her mood much improved.
Scotty began lining things up on the workbench, so he could sort them out, to rebuild or reuse. That went on for a few minutes, until he abruptly stopped like he’d just remembered something he misplaced. He was frozen in place, and blinking a lot.
“.....?”
He reached into his trouser pockets, digging around until he found a pencil. He began to hastily draw something on the top of the workbench, as quickly as he could make his hand move.
“Scotty?”
If there was one way to describe his face, it would be as such: >:d He was totally focused, the tip of his tongue barely touched against his upper lip, as he concentrated. He erased a line or two, and voila! Fin.
He frowned down at it, and then the frown upgraded into a scowl.
“.....what?”
“...this...gaes tae...the paper upstairs. Aye.” He was sure it did, somehow. He began number crunching, right there on the countertop. “Aye...this' input intae that...but...? I still dinnae know what the fuel is!”
She rushed to get his paper, bringing it back and scanning it into her padd. The device told her that access was denied. Gaila frowned.
“This' got tae be for mixing....or...maybe byproduct of...” He pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers and made a scrunchy face, of sheer frustration. Think, man, think!
“I dinnae know but...ugh.” He held his hand out for the paper. He was beyond bothered by all of this. Like he should know it with the greatest of ease, just like he’d know the back of his own hand.
“Can that save a copy of this?” He pointed down at the drawing on the tabletop, wondering if she could save a copy by transferring it to her uber computer. He was thinking as well that he could have it analyze the drawing for any matches, perhaps.
“Computer is analyzing the design and all I get is access denied....”
“Really? That's odd. That means there's something in it, then, but it's not letting ye see. If it's outright denied.” He was even more bothered now, by that. He sighed and had it scan what he had drawn, which was basically an antimatter injector and containment unit. Most likely. He’s figuring it out, the more he was looking at it.
“Dinnae tell me access denied.” He scowled at it, waiting.
“Access denied....”
“Bugger.” Frustrated, he scanned everything, to save a copy onto the big computer. It was a back up plan, in case something happened to his papers. That way he had all of the number crunching and everything saved in more than one place.
That done, he handed the datapad back to Gaila and contemplated bouncing his forehead off the worktable too, afterward. So much for contemplation. His face met the top of the workbench with a dull kerthud. Scotty groaned in dismay, because his mind was knowy with a jumbled mess of things that should be ordinary - but were not - and the bump on his forehead just went smush. So he groaned again, for good measure.
Be arr bee, trying to hack it.
He rolled his face on the table and launched into a supreme cursing fit that was almost beyond all cursing things that are Scottish. In fact, it might surpass Scots and go all the way into being on par with some alien world comprised entirely of epic cursers.
“Access denied FUUUUU!”
By this point, he really just wanted to rip out his brain and punch it. Repeatedly. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~uck.”
We're so CLOSE!”
“We're not close!” He was a wee bit cranky. Well, not cranky, per se, but more like he was extremely frustrated. At himself.
Enough of that, though, there had to be some way of working around it, or so he kept telling himself. Scotty leaned his upper body onto the workbench, folded both arms on top of it and put his chin on them. He cast a glance over at her and flashed a self-depreciating smile, before trying to explain.
“Sorry, lass, it's not ye and I know yer tryin' tae help. It'd be nice tae just...know what this shite is.”
“We ARE close! Look at this design! It’s so elegant!”
“Nae fuel,” he disagreed. “Look at these numbers. It's just a theory, but I cannae fix in whatever is X here, and try tae get that sort of output.”
“What mats could put out numbers like that?” Maybe if they went backwards they could figure it out.
“Ye want the truth?”
“Nothing known. This is like...what's hypothesized with...antimatter, if anyone could get it tae work.”
“Thats what we need then.” Gaila frowned.
“We won't get it, though. There's nae way tae even make enough to use the stuff. We'd have tae take a fleet of atom smashers intae space and have them churning away the whole time, tae get anything constant tae use. Its not possible.”
“Maybe if we could crack the computer to run the algorithms?
“Can ye dae that with it, even?” He shrugged like it was worth a shot, to try on the PADD. “Well, technically...it could just run this. And fill in the blank for the x variable, which is the fuel, maybe as a number. But I could probably gae back through and reverse the whole thing. Like reverse engineer it with math, and I could dae that, I think. It'd just take time.”
“..It could!”
“Oh my god that’s brilliant!!” Gaila plugged it in!
“Try it? Aye.” He watched over her shoulder, slipping one arm around her waist while they waited.
“Processing,” The computer spit the results out a few seconds later. Gaila stared blankly.
Scotty stared at it, with a slight squint. “Huh.”
“Huuuuuh...that's sort of...huh. All right, sae...what ye'd need tae dae...” It made sense. To him, at least. In that, those numbers shouldn’t be possible. “Look, that's still not possible. Not tae mean I wouldnae LIKE it tae be.”
There was a gleam in Gaila’s eyes. “So we make the impossible possible.”
“That's like...ye take...see here, this thing.” He pointed at the thing he had drawn on the table. “It's got tae things here, and this thing...and if it went in here, it'd be like a fuel mixer of sorts, I think. Problem is, how dae ye mix antimatter with...something else...tae get....”
“ And contain it..”
“Wait.” Scotty held up both hands and waved them around, his face contorted like he was thinking so much, that it was causing physical pain due to the brain bendies. “We did it wrong. If ye have antimatter, then it should...”
To demonstrate, he made a bumpy kaboom hand gesture, followed immediately by fingers clashing together with a side of twiddliness.
“Matter an' antimatter?” Yes! That felt right at least. Finally! "I thought that'd cancel one another oot though...but maybe if ye had the right mix...an' ran it intae that...there's where they energy output's goin' tae gae, tae make that...work....”
As he was talking, Scotty was pointing at the paper and the table, in the directions things would move through, and where it would end up.
Gaila was watching him like this is SEXY.
“Wait, I remember something on discovery, about how matter and anti-matter cancel out. Its explosive. They cancel each other out and turn into energy!”
“Ask it what a ratio would be of matter tae anti-matter tae come up with that number. Aye, that's what I'm thinkin'...it'd cause a chain reaction. But it'd have tae be...ye know...the right mix. I mean, I could dae it myself, but see if the computer can match that...we're not asking FOR the data we're not bein' given access tae, this is basic. Or should be.”
He grinned, triumphantly! Even if they didn’t have the right ratio or solid facts, it was still some form of minor break through. Brain-breaky breakthrough!
“YES!”
“Plus, if anything went wrong, imagine that sort of kaboom.” It probably wasn’t right, though, that his eyes lit up like he was imagining the sort of fireworks display that might cause.
She laughed, “Right, so make the formula and Computer can figure it out.” Computer needed a name. Maybe Majel....
“Here, may I?” He held out a hand for the padd device, because he could probably enter it in, himself.
Gaila squinted, distrustfully.
“I'll give it right back!” Scotty started to laugh at her, because he knew she didn’t want to give up her precious computerized baby. It was a good natured laugh, and not at all mocking though, only like he was surprised she didn’t trust him enough with it, by now. “I promise not tae break it!”
Reluctantly, she handed it over.
He gave her a quick kiss and started entering in the numbers and equations, his fingers flying over the surface as he typed it all in. He was working faster than usual, fueled by pure excitement.
“And...there. Done! Here. Ye dae the honors and press the button tae make it gae.” He winked and held it out to her. It was her toy, after all.
The button gets pushed! Gaila watched as numbers are spit out!
Scotty leaned in, looking a little antsy for the result.
He was still totally intently watching! He might even be holding his breath.
Ding! Well not literally, but it did finish.
That breath was let out, because it was hard to hold it, with one’s mouth dropped open, fully gawking. He was silent, otherwise. Shocked silent, even.
“..what does it mean?”
“...och! That's it! It's got tae be!” A quick gesture to wait just one moment, as he wrote it down on the paper as swiftly as possible. “Okay, well done! Save that, can ye?”
Gaila did as asked!
“This means...well, aye, we've got the numbers for a mix. But it still doesn't explain how tae get the antimatter. Sae, look here, it explains this.” He pointed out the output numbers he was getting before. “That'd cut a travel time doon, a ton. I mean, really, it'd take no time at all tae get tae the moon. That'd be EASY.”
“Steal it?”
“Nae, can't, the problem is...look, I could build an atom smasher again, easy, by the way, and not blow it up. Ye'd need tae contain the antimatter in something tae hold it, after it's produced. I think there's got tae be some way of doin' that here.” He pointed at the part he’d drawn after today’s head injury. “An' then introduce it tae the actual matter, here. Intae yer mix. Right? But in order tae get that much antimatter? We'd need something capable of doin' a constant production of antimatter. It's beyond smashing it, and goin' kaboom, here is yer antimatter, which is a TINY amount. But if we could find a constant? Well, then we'd be golden.”
“We'd need to find a place to do the smashing wouldn't we?”
He thought for approximately 2.5 seconds. Then he snapped his fingers and pointed up toward the ceiling. “Varric! He got some land in Wyoming!”
“We'd need permits. This could be dangerous!”
He was glad she did understand it, because his brain was weaving around it and trying to make sense of it, or make it sound like it was sensible. So she could get the gist of the whole thing, or grasp hold of enough of it, that they could both understand it.
“It's in the middle of nowhere supposedly but, aye. There's a problem. I dinnae think they'd give me the permits. Ye know, due tae things I've done in the past. We might need tae just...smaller scale.”
“They might give someone else?”
“Maybe! If we sneak in and dae it quietly....”
Sneaky...”Who can we talk into this?”
Scotty was already drawing up plans real quick.
“Kirk,” he said, instantly and without hesitation. “He'd dae it. I'm sure he would. Not sure about Sulu. Haven't heard much from him and he seemed quiet after the camping trip, sae I dinnae want tae bother him. McCoy might? But I think Kirk would be the best bet. He could talk a nun intae giving him her knickers.”
“Yeah! I think he has contacts through his mom too.”
“Kirk it is.” There is the gleam of much winning, in his eyes!
Win!
Scotty did the cheering arms of \o/ while standing there.
Gaila mimicked him!
After that brief pause of cheer!tasticalness, he hastily drew out mini smasher plan, then raised both arms up once more and kissed the blazes out of her. While still going \o/ and everything.
Wrapping her arms around him, she kissed him, “Maybe we could actually do this!”
He dropped his arms down and nodded in agreement.
“I think sae! If we can get even a small reading, it'd be easier tae see if it's multiplied enough, what we'd actually need! Yer sae brilliant. Ye actually didnae look at me like I needed tae explain further!”
“Maybe we don't even need that much?”
“I mean, we could dae it here. Safely, I think. Save the Wyoming thing for an actual test of something BUILT. If ye can monitor something on a tiny scale. I'll just recreate what I had, before, only sae wee, that it cannae dae any harm.”
“I don't know..”
“We'll try. Then, if we can get something with a bit of evidence tae it...we can use that and build something as a test. Aye?” He grinned at her.
“Deal.”
“Right, sae we get started and stop dicking about with this ion plasma bollocks.”
She so high fived him!
She so got a high-five right back at her.
“Want tae celebrate with sex?” he asked, like it was THE thing to do when one wanted to celebrate.
“Uhm..let me think on -- DUH?!”
“Right! Let's dae that!” And off he ran, upstairs!
She darted after him!
Nope, too slow! He turned, picked her up, and ran with her for the bedroom.
Yay!