A tall ship and a star to steer her by (starwreck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-04-19 08:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gaila, james kirk, montgomery scott, truthiness plot |
"If I start asking you if things make my ass look fat, smack me."
Who: Gaila and Scotty, with Kirk on the phone
What: Cheering a Kirk up.
When: After Janice organized Gaila
Where: Mad Monty's
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
Gaila wandered home, and faceflopped onto Scotty's workbench.
Scotty's workbench, where he was running another number crunch test, and luckily nothing had exploded this time. Still, it would've been better with a much larger testing model, but he couldn't really afford to risk that sort of boom happening. One...last...test...and done. He looked over the results while asking, "How'd yer meety thing gae? I take it not good."
"Oh, its fine. Just exhausting." She stretched, exhaling slowly.
"Well then, that's good! I thought it would end tragically," Scotty confessed, eyeing her for a moment. Not out of anything lewd, but more out of concern. "And how're you, otherwise? I mean, ye know, with the dream issue."
"Miss Rand came by today. She cost a pretty penny but things are going to be a lot smoother and a lot easier I think." She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, "I didn't dream last night. Too stressed I think."
"I had a wee bit of troubles sleeping, as well. Though I think ye have more of a legitimate reason tae lose a wink or two." He watched her, and tried to go back to number crunching. "Ye look stressed right now. Dae ye need any help? This can wait if ye dae. Or dae ye just want tae talk while I work an' I'll listen."
"Did you have another dream?" She sat up and peered at him.
"Nae. Nothing earth shattering," he explained, leaning against the worktable and staring back at her with a sharp shrug of both shoulders. "Kirk got me arrested an' some rather large bastard called him Cupcake. I wasnae amused enough tae have a laugh about it, at the time. But it made sense I suppose. At least I know all about the drookit part of everything else."
She tilted her head, "Didn't he call the dude in that bar fight cupcake?"
Scotty shrugged like if Kirk said anything during a barfight and they'd been drinking, it probably flew right through one of Scotty's ears and right out the other, without making any pit stops. He grinned at her, ear to ear.
"It's like ye expect a Scotsman tae be thinking' with his head instead of his fists, innae it?"
"Well at least one head." She grinned at him.
"Oh ha ha, nice one, smart arse," Scotty said, with the utmost of affection. "Any~ways? I dinnae want tae bother Kirk with me own nonsense, until he's got himself sorted. Sparkle knickers took aff, ye know"
"We should check on him." She nudged Scotty's shoulder, "Call him."
"Aye, I know. I was goin' tae and then I'd got caught up with the numbers, which...ye should look at them! I think they're scaling up tae match, nicely." He was motioning over to the computer, as he pulled his phone out of a pocket.
Gaila hopped off the bench and walked over to the computer. She started tapping away, making ooh and aaah sounds.
He knew she'd at least understand it, which was nice. Maybe that Russian lad would as well, but that was for a later time. Right now, Scotty was dialing up Kirk's number and waiting for him to answer. He even hopped up and sat his butt down on the edge of the worktable, while waiting.
Kirk answered with a beep beep beep, "Hey."
"Oh, there ye are. I was meaning tae call. Heard about sparkle-knickers. Sorry, lad. That's rather fucked up. Are ye all right? Need anything?"
"I'm fine," Jim replied. "Mostly. Damn it, women don't affect me like this!"
"Well, ye liked her, that's true. I dinnae know what tae say," Scotty confessed and was glad they were on the phone instead of in person. He took a stab at saying something consoling, "It'd be easier if they made a bloody ounce of sense but they dinnae?"
"I'm not even pissed that she left. I would have liked a note.. something, you know?" Jim walked into his kitchen. Janice was right, he needed ice cream.
"I can't help but worry that she's hurt."
"Aye, that's a reasonable thing tae worry about, tae be honest. Ye know, if Gaila disappeared all of a sudden, I'd probably be out of me bloody mind," Scotty was saying with a twinge of a sigh in his voice. "I think though maybe the lass might...ye know...tae much? Honest, part of me didnae think ye were goin' tae DAE it, ye dinnae seem the sort."
Jim frowned, "Neither did I, to be honest. It sort of happened. I guess I deserve it." He figured it was his ex-girlfriends sitting around eating cookie-dough icecream. Cookie-dough was best ice cream.
He loved cookie dough...
"Gaila wouldn't run out on you."
"Uhh...I wouldnae be sae sure of that," Scotty said under his breath, while his gaze shifted far off to one side. As soon as he couldn't make his eyes go any further, they widened a smidge. And the silence there probably said it all. Because he was counting on the fingers of one hand, using his thumb, exactly how many times he'd had to go after Gaila, thus far.
"What..did she leave you? The fuck is in the water?!" Jim put down his ice cream, "Why aren't you going after her?"
"Nae, I mean...I...cannae talk about it, she's right here...that'd be bad, ye know...she didnae leave me now but she tends tae storm oot lots an' I have tae chase after her an' fix it, ye know, apologize for whatever shite I'd said, then we have make up sex a few times an' it's all better again."
Scotty gave up on the eyedarting, and even if he'd kept his voice low, he totally was left all O.O because he normally wouldn't be blabbing about that.
Jim stared at his phone, "...seriously?" He scrunched up his face and wondered if he missed some kind of truth serum that was handed out, "She's a flight risk?"
"Aye, I thought you knew. I dinnae think it's a strictly men only thing ye know, some girls seem tae be runners." Scotty slipped one hand over his mouth before he kept going, because his mouth wanted to but he wasn't one to really discuss his personal life a whole lot to anyone, except whomever he was sleeping with. And Kirk wasn't on that list. Mmkay.
Although Scotty thought that would've been hilarious in a parallel universe, until Kirk ran off with someone else, and then other him probably wouldn’t find it quite so funny.
"So we both magically pick the runners, Great."
"I worked it oot with Gaila though," Scotty pointed out. "I dinnae know how, but...whatever, this isnae supposed tae be about me, laddie. Yer the one we're talkin' about right now. What're you goin' tae dae?"
"Find her. At least try." He sounded determined, "I think she got a boat and sailed, but I can't find any..evidence of that. I know thats her ultimate plan. Hell, maybe she and Varric ran off together."
"Always a possibility. He did leave in a rush, after all." That seemed to make sense. "Dunno, but...if ye need anything, you know where I am."
"Can I get your precious precious mancuddles?"
"If ye'd like, I think I could manage that? But McCoy might get jealous."
"He can join us. I'll be the filling in a sandwich." Kirk groaned, "Delicious man flesh."
"You really worry me sometimes. I just wanted ye tae know that."
Kirk laughed, "Worried about your masculinity?"
"Nae, I meant, ye know, ye worry me in general. And at some point, somewhere in time, quite possibly, I owe you for saving me arse."
Jim sounded muffled. Like he was eating cookie-dough ice cream, which totally has its own distinct sound, "Another dream?"
It sure did, and Scotty rolled his eyes because even he had the sensibility not to eat over the phone. But maybe this would get his friend's mind off other things that Scotty was pretty sure was going to end to dead ends.
"That's right. Apparently I somehow fell intae some sort of vat or water filled something or other, an' I was tryin' tae get oot, right? Well I thought I heard yer voice sae I banged me fist on the wall of it, and then whoosh, it shot me oot intae this big bloody tube that was...guess what? Was filled with more water and then shot me all over the bloody place. Sae I'm getting all squiggly through the tubes, aye? And I could see ye flippin' out...thank ye by the way, at least ye looked concerned. But up ahead there was this huge contraption, aye? Big bladey spinny bits, it was brilliant. I'm serious, I would've loved tae have gotten a closer look. Wait, I meant from the outside, since I was heading intae the bloody thing. But ye saved me."
Scotty clarified further, “Because ye dropped me oot the tube somehow, before I was pushed into the bladey bits. I just about landed on me face. It hurt, but that’s far better a thing than being made intae mince.
“Oh and then we were arrested! Which I think led up tae the whole thing on the bridge. Big lad in red with a pewpew gun called ye cupcake. Hilarious, really, if I wasnae in trouble already, and I still dinnae know for what, even now. I must've done something really, really horrible."
Kirk found himself staring at the phone, again. None of that made any sense but it miraculously MADE SO MUCH SENSE! Scotty had to be right, that had to lead up to the scene on the bridge. The bridge, "The bridge? You know, that does seem like a bridge on a ship, Scotty!" At least his mind was off Isabela. For now. He laughed, "Well we were swimming around in their spinny food processor, so of course they'd arrest us."
"I suppose sae, but ye werenae swimming, at all. That's why you were dry!" Why was he so happy about that? Oh well, Scotty at least thought it made sense too, what Kirk was saying. "Not sure, but it seemed like a command center apple store sci-fi convention, sae bridge works for me!"
"If it was a ship - and you know submarines have round bridges right? - Why wasn't it rocking?"
"It looked a bit glassy for a submarine, didnae it, but what if that's the reason ye got the sub here!" AH HA! They are so not on track with this. "Och! That might make sense, then!"
"Maybe! Seemed a bit big though..."
"Well, aye, I suppose it did. They are sort of cylindrical. I'd suppose. It didnae sound like a sub would though, would it? Ye'd think ye'd hear the hull and things. Pressure, whatnot...there's a reason those things run silent, after all, though with modern radar thingies it's probably a moot point..."
Scotty shrugged again, even though Kirk couldn't see it.
"Radar doesn't work as well underwater," Kirk reminded him. "Microwaves are absorbed by seawater. Plus its an active system, it lights you up to everyone around you."
Kirk shrugged as well, "I don't know. Not sure I care right now."
"Well, not radar I'd meant per se, but tae make it simple...ye know, scans an' such...those three-dee dimensional things of the ocean floor they can make. We've got tae be wrong anyway," he said, like he was thinking it out while talking at the same time. "Because no one really plays with subs quite sae much anymore. Even the Russian base I'd seen it on the telly the other night? Well, they turned where they used tae make the bloody things intae a museum. For the public. I doubt that any submarine has that many tubes running all over it's guts, because we seriously had tae run through something massive. Entirely serious. It had ramps an' steps an' pipes everywhere an' everything."
"Well, just a thought, anyway," Scotty summarized, because it was getting pretty late and he still had work to do. "I didnae want tae be a bother. Wanted tae check in on you. The dream, I suppose, will make sense, later."
"Sonar?" Kirk nodded his head, "It was huge. It didn't look like the bridge of any ship I've ever been on, and I've been on carriers and cruisers before."
"Not certain. I suppose we'd have to think on it. I cannae begin tae draw the whole mess, we were running through it tae quickly." Scotty sighed a little. "Will ye be all right, then?"
"Hey Scotty?" Kirk was staring at his ice cream, "If I start asking you if things make my ass look fat, smack me."
"Why would ye even ask me that? That's a question a lass would ask and there's never a right answer, other than 'ye never look fat in anything.' Even I know that."
Jim laughed, "I feel better. Thanks for calling. Good night, Scotty. Get some nookie in for me."
"Sure, I can dae that!"
"Good night." Laughing, Jim hung up the phone. Gaila, meanwhile, was lost in the program.
Scotty had only sounded so agreeable to the nookie thing to make Kirk laugh, but he was intending to go diving right back into the project again to see if the numbers portion was going to pan out. Anything else was left up to Gaila, and she looked like she was going to have her nose shoved against the computer screens for a while, followed by passing out from working all day. Probably a good thing!
Nookie could wait. Computer programming now. Please leave a message and Gaila will get back to you. Beeeeeeep.