A tall ship and a star to steer her by (starwreck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-04-06 08:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gaila, james kirk, montgomery scott |
"You're green!"
Who: Jim and Scotty, with a bit of Gaila
What: Dreams, Science, Chevies and green alien chicks
When: A few days ago, again, been lazy
Where: Mad Monty's
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
Jim? Was in a good mood. A little freaked out. But in a good mood.
Scotty was in a fantastic mood. Tired, but fantastic! But that is what one gets for having a green nympho girlfriend and a brain that goes zoom! He was in the garage, already salvaging pieces of the main console from the submarine, to cut down on the costs. That was between those moments that he was thinking up new things and writing them down. His mum was right! All those bumps to the head really did make him smarter! Bump number two the day prior had REALLY been a good one, as it lodged a ton of really good numbers lose and now there was lots of ideas for potential things they could do. Even if there were some variables that just weren't filled in yet and technology might be limited, which was profoundly irritating. Enough that he'd considered hitting himself in the head with a blunt object, in the hopes his brain would smartify even more and find some work-arounds.
Even so, there was plenty to do already and plenty that could be reused, just with some tweaks here and there. He was also so engrossed in what he was doing, he had utterly lost track of time. If morning had passed into early afternoon - or even into dinner time - he hadn't noticed.
"Yo! When was the last time you ate, man?" Jim strolled in, carrying a bag. Alas, it wasn't a gift for Scotty, unless he wore size 6 negligee.
If only he knew what was in the bag, there’d be jokes. But, nevermind, he already looked up, goggles on and one eye magnified size ‘huge’ courtesy of a lens swung down over it. He pushed the goggles up onto his forehead and grinned wildly.
"...'ullo, Kirk! I‘ve had breakfast. Why, what'd ye bring me?" He pointed at the bag while clutching a fistful of wires. "Ye shouldnae have."
"Its a bit small for you, and completely the wrong color." He held the lingerie over his own chest.
"Och! Well done! I knew ye cared," he said, like he was utterly impressed with what Kirk had picked out. "I could wear that, but I think I might need tae lay aff the lager for a wee while. Here, hold it up tae me chest and I'll give ye a taste of what ye'll be staring at, later."
Kirk stuffed it back into the bag, laughing, "No thanks, I don't need it smelling like grease and scotch."
Scotty looked offended. "Get aff! I showered! And I havenae touched a drop of scotch tae~day!"
"You still smell like grease!"
He threw the wires down on the worktable, pinched his t-shirt out, and gave it a sniff. It only VAGUELY smelled like grease, and not enough to be offensive. Besides, Gaila seemed to like the smell of him, or she claimed to really be into the smell of grease and motor oil, with a dash of whisky. He went shifty-eyed and then shrugged like it wasn't a big deal. Kirk, y u make big deal out of nothing? Y u no like grease? That's the look he's getting.
Enough of that look though, because Scotty was hopped up on coffee, tea, and 100% brain juice! Now with added ZOOM!
"What brought ye here anyway? Checkin' in? Well, I've made some progress. But ye first, or else I'll start in an' ye'll never get a word in edgewise. How'd things gae with India lass?"
Gaila wasn't Isabela and he didn't need awkward questions about why it smelled like Scotty, "Bela and I needed some space while we...adjust."
"Adjust?" Scotty raised both eyebrows way up. "Sae ye mean ye both...? Well if ye did, that's good. I'm happy for ye! It'll keep ye from chasing everything that looks like it eats curry and has breasts."
"I resemble those remarks." Kirk grinned, looking up at the submarine, "Wow thats bigger than I thought it would be."
A wry smile and then Scotty turned to look at the sub, with pride shining in his eyes.
"Aye, she's taken up most of the room in here." And it had, it was pretty much the lone project that could be fit in there, especially considering he'd have to refit the whole thing as well as add and subtract to it. "But if ye think of it, fitting that many people intae it, we'd need something a bit more room. It's got tae accommodate the pressure put on it from the water, even if it's still goin' tae be cramped quarters. Nae matter where it ends up."
Kirk nodded his head, "I can deal with cramped. Will you? Gaila? The others?"
"I'm happiest thrown intae a small confined space an' working on engines. Ye dinnae need tae worry about me, lad. I'll be perfectly fine. It's everyone else yer goin' tae have tae worry about, yerself included. BUT!" And this is where Scotty's entire face lit up. "I might have that problem solved, IF we can get it tae work."
That was when he pulled over the papers with his drawn diagrams of parts and all the equations to make things GO, though there were some question marks where it wasn't so certain about a fuel source. He patted a hand on top of the papers and stepped aside enough to let Kirk get a look at all of it, in all of its brain bending glory!
"What the..." Kirk bent over the diagram, staring at it. He couldn't..make heads nor tails of it, but it looked brilliant. "Is this an engine?"
He was trying to figure it out. He felt like he should understand this on some level.
"Part of one. Just parts. I havenae quite put it together all of the way yet, but it's coming together. Problem is, I think the way me brain's spitting it oot, is that it's supposed tae run on some sort of...and this' just speculative...matter-antimatter fuel. Sae, like, here," Scotty pointed at some of the numbers involved, "we've figured up with Gaila's sexy computer thing, that we need this amount tae generate this much power here...see? That's the output there...an' if we did that, then it should take us...here, this' the time table it'd take." He pulled over another sheet of paper with time and distance on it, all charted out, and written down by hand. "See? Trip tae the moon would be easy. If we make it there an' back alive, an' if I could ever find a way tae get the fuel needed. I'd have tae....run some....tests."
Scotty winced, one eye scrunched up more than the other, like he was unsure about how those tests might work. Or not work.
"Antimatter? Are you shitting me Scotty?" He poked the diagrams, "Is this possible?" He stared at the other man, leaning on the bench to stare. Staaare. STAAARE. STARE.
“Currently? Not really, nae. I mean, they can only make this wee eety beety tiny amount a year. But if I can find a way tae bust through that, at least on a wee scale, TINY experiment, then we collect the data and see if any of this..." He waved a flappy hand toward the papers. "...is possible. But, aye, I could input the numbers in and multiply it up into a chart and see if there's the possibility of a match. Then it'd be a matter of a larger test, but that's only if it could be proven, ye know. That it'd work. Problem is, that it'd have tae be a consistent level of antimatter bein' put oot, tae mix with the actual matter. It couldnae be some choppy smashing thing, ye know. That's...uhh...where I'm kinda havin' the problem, here."
He scritched a fingertip against the side of his neck and looked away, because it was the one thing he was pretty sure the numbers would fit into, but sheer consistency and volume was going to be an issue.
"Even a little bit would be able to power a little ship, wouldn't it?" Jim looked like he was considering it, "Okay, you need something. What do you need."
"I'm that obvious, am I?" Scotty chuckled, a little nervously. "Look, I'll be blunt. Not sure about the amount needed. Varric's got some land in Wyoming, that's just begging tae be blown up. Real oot of the way and the like. But we'd need permits tae dae any sort of experiments or tests there. And...um...ye know because of things on me record? I dinnae think they'd be willing tae tell me 'okay here you are, sir' and whatnot."
"....So you want me to do the permits?" Kirk straightened. It could go really bad. Or it could go really well. There were legal issues. They were talking anti-fucking-matter. And Scotty wasn't known for lack of explosions. He furrowed his brow, "Middle of nowhere?"
"Middle of nowhere, I think." Scotty folded both arms over himself and sucked his lower lip into his mouth, wrapped up in his thoughts for a moment. "I'd have tae ask Varric, but he paid for the land, sae...ye know...it should be settled. It's technically his land, after all. He really wanted me tae blow it up."
"I mean," he quickly added, "if ye dinnae want tae, Kirk, I'd understand. Not exactly the safest thing, ever. I can still be sneaky."
"No, I told you I have faith in you." He clapped a hand on Scotty's back, "I have a few contacts...I'll swing something." It would even be legal! Mostly. He looked pensive for a moment, then shook his head, "Yeah. I've got a good feeling."
"I dinnae know if it's wise tae be that optimistic," was the reply, which was very much a warning to proceed with caution. "I mean, this' just tae test oot something larger scale and that's just tae see if the numbers match. If I could build a working engine then...ye know, whole other matter. I'll throw something very wee together tae test, in here. I know how tae build one, it's not like it's difficult."
So easy, a caveman could do it. Or so Scotty believed.
"I know you can blow things up, but think of it this way." Jim walked over to a mini-fridge, and pulled out a beer. Like he had seeker sensors or something, "This is a controlled explosion. It has to be to be useful to us. What about containment?"
"I can make something very wee...like tabletop version." Scotty sat down on a stool, resting his elbows on the worktable and looking over all the papers. "Utilities bill might gae through the bloody roof. But it can be contained. Antimatter, I mean. All I need is one good reading, an' then I could see if the numbers would fit in, an' we'd...still have tae find some way tae get things tae mix, consistently. We still will’nae have a fuel source, just the data tae confirm the means tae make all of this work. Ye see?"
"And if you get a miracle and it becomes self-sustaining power source?" Jim glanced at him, "You're talking changing the world."
"I dinnae care about that so much. I just want our engine tae run, is all. The world can have at it, even if it's their fault they couldnae get the bloody thing working before I did. Lazy sods at NASA." Grumble, grumble.
"We could use it to fund the rest of the mission," Jim pointed out, brainstorming. "With that kind of power source we could go farther than just mars!"
"Aye. I suppose it could get us tae Jupiter and back, in very short time." Scotty sat there, watching Kirk and thinking of him being in that captain's chair again. Just like in that cosplay dream he'd had. "Barely take a day."
"Do it, do it!"
"But, look, laddie, I dinnae know if I can...that's the problem that I'm tryin' tae get across tae ye. We cannae just DO IT." He pointed down at a paper and tapped his finger there. "We’re still missing the fuel, here."
In fact, he quickly wrote down the proposed mix ratio of matter to antimatter, but underlined 'unknown' under what the antimatter source would be. That done, Scotty threw down the pencil on the tabletop and shrugged.
"Figure it out then!" He slapped his back, "You can! I know it!"
"I'd need a bloody chemist," Scotty said, looking unsure. It might even take a team of scientists. He rolled a shoulder after the backslap, just a little bit. It was nice, though, to have a vote of confidence. "I'll try tae figure it oot and maybe we can rig something up that'd be useable, just for a test."
"Make this work and I'll put on this lingerie and dance in it."
Scotty wrinkle-twitched his nose and shook his head like no, he did not want.
Or maybe he could get Isabela to dance in it. Privately.
Nope, did not want that either. Ge was quite happy with the green girlfriend that Kirk doesn't yet know about. He wasn’t sure how to go about telling him about that, either. And Scotty was also a little reluctant to say anything about dreams or dogs.
Kirk eyedarted, and pulled another bag out of the bag and pushed it over towards Scotty, "For you and your girl."
"Huh? What's this?" He eyed Kirk suspiciously and then took the bag, pulled it over, and peeked into it. What is in there? Who knows the mysteries of the universe? Not us!
Bag? Holds this!.
Holy crap! Scotty's eyes went O_O and he closed the bag after plucking a finger at a pink string. It was pushed aside and Scotty said, jokingly, "Cheers! Sae nice ye knew me color and everything. I'll dae a sexy dance for ye later, wearing it. Reeking of grease an' scotch."
"That's perfect." Kirk grinned. Not that Scotty and Gaila needed any help but he saw that and figured it would be perfect for her.
"Ye really shouldnae have bought me girlfriend sexy underthings though. That's just odd." Scotty shook his head and then considered, maybe, telling Kirk about...you know. Stuff. But he didn't want to be branded a total weird ass insane bastard either. Even so? It would be interesting to see Kirk's face, which was why he saw fit to offer, "Perhaps ye should gae and say hello tae Gaila. Ye know, might be good. She's been in a bit doon lately, ye know...not exactly feeling blue but...." He shrugged and looked off to one side, innocently.
"Not entirely odd. I saw it and thought she'd look great in it. Then I thought I'll never SEE it but what the hell, you're building me a space ship." Brofist.
Bump? went Scotty's fist against Kirk's. And yes, that's with the question mark. Well, at least his girlfriend wasn't wandering around there, naked again. So maybe it was a good thing that Kirk hadn't gone insta-running to tell her hello, after all.
Bump! Kirk then headed upstairs to say hello to Gaila, who was just coming out of the shower. for the lulz He stared at her, "..you're green."
Gaila stared at him, then shoved him back towards the stairs, "OhcrapgoawayIdon'twanttoseeyouanymore!!
Well that didn't sound right. Scotty sat there with a wince, wondering why Gaila was saying she didn't want to see Kirk anymore. HMM. That is very odd.
"WhatdidIdo?!"
"ME! In my dream! that is..GO AWAY!"
"You're green!"
"Allergy!"
"GREEN!"
"Its hot!" he added.
Oh right, that dream thing. Scotty sat there and facepalmed. It was his only defense or offense at this point. He only hoped that Gaila thwapped Kirk a good one. Doo dee doo.
Gaila slapped him!
Yep, and even downstairs, in the garage, Scotty could hear that slap, loud and clear. He sedately took a sip of coffee and then sorted through some wires. He was used to getting thwapped by Gaila, but luckily he hadn’t been slapped like that. Go team him!
"What did I doooooo!?"
Kirk stumbled and rolled down the stairs. Oof!
"Mind the...aye, the steps." Scotty winced.
"Sorry! But you have to leave now!" Gaila called down, slamming the door.
Kirk brushed himself off as he got up, "Dude, she's green. What kind of freaky hot cosplay are you up to?"
"It's real though. She just turned green." Scotty looked one hundred percent serious about it. And totally conversational. Like green girlfriends were somehow now very normal. "Tested and everything, aye, even McCoy saw her."
"And, apparently," continued Scotty, toasting Kirk with his coffee cup, "she had a dream where they two of ye were very intimate while she was green. Fancy that."
And maybe that would explain her reaction a bit. Maybe. Scotty doubted it though, because girls could get very weird about things.
"....Damn and I didn't even get to experience that?" Kirk looked disappointed. For only a brief blip then he was grinning, "She's green green? Really green?"
"Aye. Green, green." A pause. "All over."
"...just how all over are we talking here?"
"All. Over. Believe me, I've had quite a good look. Let's leave it at that. She says she feels fabulous though, sae I'm not about tae complain." Because he was reaping the benefits of her feeling fabulous, and he kinda liked the green, to be honest about it. It also very much suited her. "I mean, it's not really that big of a deal. Though I just about shite meself when it happened. Basically. In front of me very eyes. And I think I've still got a ringing in me ear, where she screamed intae it."
Scotty poked a finger into that ear and gave it a little squeegie.
"She LOOKS fabulous." Jim nodded his head. Okay there was a bit of a leer there too. He couldn't help it! But there was Isabela, who was open to threesomes..okay that's not helping.
Scotty was also giving Kirk a look that plainly said NO, he would not be a happy camper about sharing the girlfriend with the kinky masses, no matter how fabulous they think she looks. If they were on a break or broken up entirely, then he'd just have to suck it up and live with it. No say in that matter and all that. But they were very much not on a break, or breaking up. Which is also just about as big a freak out to think about, if he dared to think about it at all right now.
Well he wouldn't make a move on a taken woman--okay on a taken woman who was a friend's woman, that is, "I'll get to work on those permits."
"Right. Um...cheers." Scotty's eyes went shifty and he asked, quite suddenly, like he was blurting out something that was on his mind, "Ye havenae had anything strange pop up at all, have ye? Literally? Poof. It's there?"
"What do you mean?" Jim eye-darted.
"Uhh...I think I'd better not say," Scotty sing-song told Kirk, with a coy smile and a slight turn of his head. He doesn’t want to take sides! Because, to Scotty, that would be a NO and he doesn’t want to appear totally insane to his buddies. More than usual, at least
"Why don't you look...uh..outside.”
"Outside?" Scotty suddenly stopped smiling so much. More like, he stopped, entirely. He also eyed the business entrance, very warily.
Outside lay a pristine cherry red '65 chevy...with a little starship dangling from the mirror. The starship held some personal significance - it hurt Kirk to look at it.
And Scotty just about had his jaw hit the floor too, when he finally got up, opened the door, and saw the thing. He was out the door in an instant, oogling it.
"Bugger, this’ nice! Where'd ye get this from?"
"That's the thing, I don't KNOW! The deed is in my name...I had a dream ...I heard my father's voice. Then I got up the next morning and this baby was there!"
"Yer father's voice?" Scotty took a step back from the car, and looked worried. "What the...wait...seriously? Because Gaila I guess...she mentioned she had the dream about ye, and she was green in it...and then she turned green....and I'd hit me head before that...and then the dog appeared. And I dae mean appeared. I have a theory."
"..dog?" For the first time Kirk noticed the Beagle perched atop the submarine, napping.
"Aye, beagle. Porthos. The seventh." As he went back inside, Scotty went on to lay out the entire theory where he thought other him had found a way to send something back, forward, or sideways in time, and had fouled up the timestream by sending a dog back there and it was that whole mess that had started the whole thing, and once he got ahold of other-him, he was going to strangle him near to death and make him set things right again. Long story short, there! In finishing: "Sae, looks like other me dinnae blow things up? But unless it's stopped somehow, I mean...maybe the planet will implode."
"So an alternate me gave me the same car my dad had when I was a kid?!"
"Well it could be? I mean, it's only a theory! Would ye put it past another me in another alternate dimension tae NOT dae something like this? Because, honest, I WOULDNAE put it past me."
Jim eyedarted. Because? Scotty was right.
"No, I wouldn't put it past you..."
Scotty just looked somewhat guilty, because he was pretty much becoming convinced that something in the universe had come unglued or unhinged and one of his incarnations in whatever dimension was to blame for it.
"Anyway, bumped me head and Faiza was helping me, and...ye know...dog. Popped in. FOCUSED even. Like right in front of our eyes." He made the spinning finger motion like it was winding around and around. "Nice windchimey noises, even. Lit up and everything. Pleasant. But that's pretty much when the whole mess started. AND I had a dream about us all at at convention. Just sae ye know. That night."
"Windchimey noises? Like Star Trek?" Jim looked up at the dog again, squinting at it now.
"Well nae, like...well, maybe? I dinnae know, that's stupid, though." Scotty was staring up at the dog too, and even whistled a little to try to get it down, having moved so he was standing by the submarine. "Though we were at that convention in me dream and I forgot me costume and it was like I was in trouble for bein’ sae late, I showed up just oot of the shower. Drookit. Very embarrassing. And ye got yer arse whooped and then sat doon in the big chair and nae one else got a chance tae dae anything about it. Ye should learn tae share."
Porthos looked down from his throne, then hopped down via a well placed work bench. He trotted over and sat obediently. Kirk snerked, "I do seem to get my ass whupped. Wait, why were you wet?"
"Ye dae, really, and I'm not sure why I was wet, not at all. But ye really got yer arse handed back tae ye. Like, it was the most convincing roleplaying I'd ever seen. Nae lie. I thought ye were goin' tae die. But, sorry, nae one moved tae help ye either." He shrugged before kneeling down, and scritching his fingers behind one of Porthos' ears. "Problem is, I'm not goin' tae be able tae fix anything tae dae with the timeline being fouled up if this keeps goin' like a avalanche. I'm really good with physics, but a much better engineer. Or I like it better. What have ye."
"...maybe it wasn't roleplay. Maybe you've been watching too much crap." Jim grinned, though it was a faltering grin. Because car. And strange little ship model that makes him wibbly. And the thing that randomly showed up at his storage unit.
"That's the thing," Scotty confessed, still watching the dog and not really seeing that faltering grin at all, because he was still knelt down and everything. "We got the telly thanks tae Gaila, but I've been sae preoccupied, that I havenae even bothered watching anything at all, really. Sae it was oot of the blue. Though I had hit me head when I fell, sae I think maybe the pain killer Faiza gave me that night maybe clouded me up."
"Doesn't explain the magically appearing demon dog. Or the green thing. Or the car." Jim rubbed at his chin. Something was on the tip of his mind and he couldn't quite reach it.
"Mine's only a theory. Ye know, sometimes, if ye read stuff about time and space, and one thing gets plopped back in the wrong spot, everything from that point forward gets bloody stupid. And it could only take one thing. Might even seem harmless." Scotty picked up Porthos and stood up, with the dog's front paws resting on his shoulder. "But it's like what they say with that butterfly. Ye know. Flaps its wings on one side of the world. On the other side, there's a hurricane. More or less.
"Either way," he finally concluded, "Sulu and McCoy and Gaila's friend, Uhura, was there in that dream. For what it's worth, I think it was only a strange dream. Tae be honest. That's all. Dreams are, ye know...not the most tangible or reliable things."
"Only this time it's the dog shit effect?" Jim furrowed his brow, "Uhura, really?"
"Aye, I'd know her anywhere. I mean, I'm with Gaila, but I'm not bloody blind. She's high class an' bloody gorgeous." He was, of course, nodding along with Kirk's mention of a dog shit effect, because that might be true!
"Yes, yes she is."
"Aye, but...meant tae ask, have ye talked tae Sulu, lately? I havenae heard anything from him. I hope he dinnae kill himself because of ye dragging him oot tae the woods and the whole party thing, before." Because Scotty was now expected weird things to keep happening, after the car thing. It worried him.
Jim shook his head, "Not lately. I'll check up on him later....maybe he's had some weird things.."
"I was thinking, aye, it's probably goin' tae spread." He looked sheepish and sorry, like he was directly responsible. "I dinnae want tae bother him. Simply tell him hello from me, and that I hope he got that puke smell oot of his car, finally."
"Tell him yourself, come with me!"
Gaila shouted from upstairs, "No! I need him!"
Scotty just looked around, like he wasn't sure about leaving, and what if something popped up, like a giant brain eating zombie monster, and it attacked Gaila....fine, Gaila would probably kill it, but he should at least be around for moral support. And to help, if she didn’t get angry at him for intervening.
"I dinnae know. Every time we're around Sulu, he gets bothered and things, by, ye know, wee folk. Then he had tae get all Jackie Chan...and...see, Gaila needs me."
Gaila? Could read his mind. Only not really.
He would've liked to have seen Sulu again, sure, but didn't want to be a bother either, and was more or less always stuck happily in his chosen ruts, which was currently the garage. Since he has no engineering deck to be the master and overlord over.
"Maybe just tell him that I said hello," he offered, patting the dog on the back, and sheepishly smiling. "If he wants tae help with the project, then aye, I'd welcome it. I'm not dumbing the controls doon either, sae let him know that as well. Full deal. Aye?"
Jim nodded his head, "Got it. I'll see if he wants to come down and inspect this. Now you go upstairs and give your woman that outfit."
"Well I was goin' tae...work on....ye know, projects. Anyway." He juggled the dog for a moment, like it was a oversized baby of sorts, and held out one hand to shake on it! "Try tae keep quiet about the foul up, aye? It sounds fucking insane, but it's the only explanation I've got. And I'll see about getting that data done, if we can get the numbers tae match. That's when we'll need the permits. Cheers, laddie. I appreciate it."
Kirk kissed Scotty on the lips, "Later!"
Scotty just stood there, one hand held out like 'shake hands?' still, lips puckered up and profusely blinking. Ahem. Totally normal, though, for them. He shrugged it off and put the dog down. "Right. Later, then!"
Kirk climbed into his car, started it up. It purred like an engine ought to, a sexy tiger mistress ready to prowl. And off he went!