Montgomery Scott is a miracle worker (warp_speed) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-03-09 20:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, faiza hussain (excalibur), gaila, hikaru sulu, james kirk, montgomery scott |
Its probably not a good idea if I came back there.
Who: Kirk, Scotty, Sulu, Gaila
What: Morning After! Hangovers ahoy! Sulu gets his engine nabbed. Kirk is a playa.
When: Morning after the big bar brawl
Where: Santa Ana. Repair shop.
Rating: PG-13, Language.
Status: Complete, part 2 of 2
Sulu cradled his coffee mug against him, "I'm still making payments, guys..."
“Scotty'll put it back together!” Jim sounded extra confident.
“I'll put it back t'gether!” He was practically bouncing on his heels, because it would be awesome and epic and win and brilliant. And only take a moment! “Thirty minutes! TIME ME.”
“Make it so!” Jim’s phone rang. The ringtone was interesting. He looked at the caller id, eyedarted and then picked up, “Isuel! Oh..ow okay calm dow... I'm sorry. Listen, baby...” Wince, “ I was with her before I was with you, not while I was with you.”
“That’ll go over well.” Cass put Clitty down as Jim pulled the phone away from his ear for fear of going dead.
Ok, that was sounding potentially scary. A wincing Scotty stared at Jim Kirk, like he was watching a master pimp in action. He was glad he, himself, was not a master pimp, because it sounded like it was not worth it. Even from where he was standing, he could hear the yelling, over the phone.
“Shhshhshh...Listen. I've had some great times. Some of the best times. But its time to move on. You know? You're beautiful, you deserve someone better. No..Its probably not a good idea if I came back there.” The man’s eyes widened and he got a thoughtful look on his face, “Well that..really does sound..hot...”
Silently, slowly, Scotty brought one hand up, and pressed it firmly against his face.
Sulu sat on the couch, looking traumatized. He knew he wasd going to give in to these guys, but that car was his BABY.
Jim realized he was being lured into a trap, “Uh..ah I had a rough night. I should probably see a doctor, there was a--NO! no, its allright, I don't need anything. I've got to go Isuel! Bye!” He hung up and exhaled.
Sorted? Sorted! Scotty let that drama drop by the wayside, in favor of something more important. He stopped facepalming and clasped both hands together like he was praying to Sulu. If he grinned any more than he already was, at that moment, the cut in the middle of his lower lip was going to split right open again.
Sulu couldn't believe what he was hearing. First his car, now Jim talking to that girl like he was going to just head back on over to her place?
"... she kicked you OUT, Jim. Don't go crawling back to her. In my car. That we aren't taking apart."
“Yer a bloody trainwreck,” idly noted Scotty, in mid-prayer.
“She was very convincing and made a pursuasive argument.
“Did she suggest the swirly-go-round?” Cass tilted her head, genuinely curious.
“Wut's a...? No. Nevermind. Car? I promise, Sulu, I'll put it together good as new, afterward. No explosions!”
Cass started to say exactly what it was but Jim held up a hand to stop her. No one would be able to stand if she told them, “We don’t need to know.”
Priorities. Scotty has them.
“Thirty minutes an' I'll tune ye car so it goes faster?” pleaded Scotty, raising his eyebrows and waggling them like it was tempting and not an offer to be resisted Yes? You want? What person wouldn’t want more vroom?
“He can do it. Scotty is amazing with his hands.”
Jim glanced at Cass, a huge grin forming on his face at that.
“Aye, I am.” He nodded firmly in agreement, because his hands were wonderfuly buildy things and...wait a minute? Scotty stared over at Cass like wires had been hopelessly crossed and now he couldn’t make heads or tails of which ones needed rerouted.
Sulu glanced between Cass and Scotty again, then smirked and dropped his voice a bit, "Oh Myyy."
“C’mon, get aff! Ye wouldnae know if I was or wasn't!” He was facepalming already at the oh myyyy. “Any ways, I'll prove it, if ye let me borrow ye car!”
There was a lot of pressure on Sulu, what with all the hopeful looks in the room from his new friends. Friends were good and he'd made few enough of them since he moved here. He sighed, and made a face like this whole thing was REALLY a bad idea, "It's against my better judgement, but if you PROMISE it'll run when you're done..."
“Woo!” Fist pump! Then Kirk gave him a thumbs up!
Ultimate success! Scotty clapped both hands together, just once, like it was a sealed deal. “It'll run BETTER! Promise!”Dun dun dun
“Ye want I should get it or ye want tae drive it in?” He looked ready to explode from the exciting prospect of tinker time. Get car! Go go go!
Cass ran over to the bot, “I'll start installing the circuitboards!”
“Right, I'll get me tools an' a lift for the motor!”
“Beer!” Jim ran up to get some beer!
Scotty held both arms up over his head in a classic YAY pose. Engines and beer!
Sulu got up like a man under a death sentence. "I think I'll drive it her over here for you," he added mentally, one last time.
One last moment with the \o/ pose of triumph. That done and established, Scotty dropped both of arms back down and went barreling down the stairs so fast, it looked like he might fall down them.
Sulu set the blanket he'd wrapped around him self down on the couch, and set down his coffee mug, too. Then, he began the walk of 'my car is never going to run again why do I get talked into these things'.
Cass was already half inside the robot, legs flailing a bit as she fitted the circuits and tried to connect them to assorted control points. Jim tilted his head and grinned. Green undies, nice!
Yay, is going to pull hybrid motor out!. He stopped momentarily and looked down at what Kirk was oogling. Oh, seriously? He shook his head at the other man, but did manage to go HMM just a little bit. He allowed himself that much, at least, because motor engine batteries robot test drive flail times were a much pressing matter, and he was on a timer. One doesn’t mess about, when they’re in a time crunch.
Jim elbowed Scotty and pointed out the green underwear.
Lovely. He was being elbowed, right when he’d been about to take off running again, which meant that the elbow met his ribs a little harder than was likely anticipated. Oh well, it wasn’t so bad, and Scotty rubbed one hand against his side, while speaking in an aside whisper and secretive grin. “Aye, they're nice knickers. Very nice. It's like ye're in a schoolyard an' wee Mary Sue McKenna's gone an' fipped her skirt up for all the boys an' girls tae look at. Bloody gawker.”
Having zero interest in green panties, Sulu fumbled for his car keys, then took the stairs slowly.
Lost in a thought, Jim grinned, “Good memories, those.”
On the way to his car, Sulu mumbled to himself, "How do I get myself into these messes." He waved at the drug dealer guys, then kept walking.
Was this guy for real? Scotty stared at Kirk a little flabbergasted, then chuckled like it was a fine joke. Off and running! All set up! Now just to wait for Sulu, and - most importantly - Sulu’s car. Bwahahaha! Scotty pulled on his gloves and rubbed his hands together, resembling a classic mad scientist.
“Scotty can you check my connections?” Cass had pulled out of the bot and was wiping her hands, “I want to make sure they're solid.” She steadfastly ignored Jim’s snerk.
When Sulu got to his car, he waved the guards off, then got in. He wrapped his arms around his steering wheel, then hugged it, "I love you, Car."
The car’s GPS system responded, sounding a lot like Patrick Stewart, “I love you too, Hikaru.”
Sulu eyedarted at the car's response, cleared his throught, then buckled up and started it up.
“Aye, just...well let me look first.” Seemed like there was time. He ran over and dove his head right into the robot’s open gut, shining a mini torch as he’s inside, peeking around. “Oh, aye, very nice....hopefully the box's solid 'nuff tae take a pounding.”
Out in front of Mad Dogs and Englishmen, Sulu's car went into motion, then jerked in place and came to a stop.
Oh no, the pounding thing had kind of reverberating inside the robo-body, as if to let Scotty hear how bad that sounded. His eyes bugged a bit. Clarify! Quick! “IN THE ARENA. BATTLE BOT. ROBOTS.”
Jim stared at Scotty, then leaned against a wall as laughter overwhelmed him.
One boot shot out as Scotty tried to kick at Kirk with his head and shoulders still stuck inside the battle bot’s body. But wait, what did he hear over yonder? The clarion call of an engine rev? He perked up, as that meant it was one step closer to go time! Though he didn’t hear it getting any closer. That was odd.
"I hate you, Parking Brake," Sulu sighed, turned it off, and headed down the street. He sort of wished he had the Funeral March on his phone so he could play it as he went.
“He forgot the parking brake again.”
“That’s what that was?” A scoot and a squiggle, and Scotty was out and standing up, throwing the mini flashlight aside.
“Yeah.” Jim grinned, “Great driver though.”
“Once it's in motion? Aye, I bet!”
Sulu pulled into Scotty's garage and parked, set the brake, and got out. "Is there more of whatever you put in my first cup of coffee upstairs?" He desperately needed a drink right now.
“Another bottle, at least. Ye welcome tae it.” He was already popping the hood and starting on taking the engine out, like he could dismantle anything in his sleep, and probably put it back together again while in a coma.
Cass sliiid into the car and poked around with the GPS, ”Ooh nice..”
All your motor r belong 2 me! “Oh this’ll fit nicely. Maybe a bit snug. I might have tae get one of these but I think there'll be enough clearance.” Clank clank clunk! Scuff! Drag-roll-scoot!
“Need help?” Jim peered at the engine.
“Could help me push it over an' lower it down, so I can get it in there.” CLUNK. Drag drag clankle!
Sulu couldn't even watch the carnage going on in the garage. He headed upstairs and poured some whiskey into the remaining coffee in his cup, then hunted for ice. It was better if he didn't think about his car. It'd be fine. This Scotty guy seemed legit anyway.
Ice in the wut and whar now?
Ice in the whiskey? Sulu wanted to drink it cold. He also wanted some ice to put on his hand, which he planned to put into htis work rag he'd found hanging around Scotty's place.
Jim pulled his shirt off and pushed! Has muscles, and manscars! Amok Time Fight musi--wait, there’s no fight, just shirtless Kirk. Oh well, play it anyway!
If whiskey could talk, it would ask, ‘You mean people don't just drink me, straight?’
Cass stared, then eyedarted.
Sulu didn’t drink whiskey straight up, he wasn’t Scottish.
“It's nae that hot in here,” Scotty noted with an eyeroll. Kirk = showoff.
And water, if IT could talk, would say, ’You can have me instead, Sulu!’
“I don't want to mess up my shirt.” The one covered in dirt and blood from last night.
Since there was no ice, Sulu settled on just drinking the whiskey straight up. He turned on the faucet in the sink to at least wash his hand, then had an idea and poured some whiskey all over the cuts. Which was a horribly bad idea. He started cursing in very loud Japanese, because OUCH. He was probably just looking for a reason to curse loudly like that.
“Bollocks and bull shite.”
Jim laughed and helped guide the engine!
Cass found herself distracted by the scene between Kirk and Scotty.
Scotty winced a little at the Japanesey no soundy so goodie, upstairs. But he kept going, as there wasn’t time to mess about. He got the battery set in place and was working on the motor in. “Right, lower it jus' sew. Aye, it fits! Very nice.”
“Smooth fit,” Jim remarked.
The master of machinery was a flurry of activity, his hands grabbing tools, hooking things up, and tightening things together. Truly, he wanted to pat his own back because it was just perfect, and nice that a handy hybrid car had been so conveniently supplied to him! Borrowed by him. Frankensteined out. That worked. It really was all coming together, the battle bot, even though it was missing a chainsaw ‘sword’ hand, and a fire face that reminded him of dear auld mum.
Voila! Battery power supplied! A shocks off a wire sent him into a Scottish cursing spree of epic proportions, but he persisted and finally got the circuitry panels wired in. He popped back up onto his feet, shaking out the arm that had been shocked, as it was still numb and tingly. Nothing he’d never been through before, though. “Ready tae go. If the lass there would like tae do the honors.”
Now feeling much more calm, possibly because he was a little drunk, Sulu made his way back down to his car. Everything was fiiine, taking his car apart was just fiiine. He took another swig of whiskey and then sort of did a double-take at the shirtless Kirk.
Cass picked up a makeshift controller with wire going over to the robot and started it up!
The robot was not exploding. That was a good sign! Though the owner of the motor and battery would probably not notice right now if it did happen, ha ha!
The bot moved it’s treads, and spun in a quick circle before moving forward. Cass got a wicked grin.
Meanwhile, Scotty was bouncing around in place, in a tight circle, both arms raised over his triumphantly. It is the silent cheer of YAAAAAY MASSIVE WIN!
The bot made a beeline for Kirk and chased after him!
D’oh! Scotty stopped cheering for 2.5 seconds, but then YAY! WIN/WIN! He’s back to cheering again. Flawless victory!
It was the sort of time where you had a victory toast, but Sulu was the one with the bottle, and he was torn between offering it and keeping it for himself. That was selfish, though, so he handed Scotty the bottle.
Cass twisted a knob and the breasts on the bot shot forward on the rods. Jim was not oblivious to the irony.
“Oh, excellent!” Scotty thanked him by toasting with the bottle, taking a long drink, and another long one just for the functional mammaries, before he bothered to say anything. “Ahh, they work! Bumper breasts!”
He handed the bottle back to Sulu and backpatted him, consolingly. “Ye've made a very important contribution tae robotery. Cheers, Sulu!”
She shut it down and giggled.
"Cheers," Sulu smiled half-heartedly, then took another swig of whiskey.
Yet another successful test run. Even as much as he would’ve wanted to just...leave the components in there, Scotty knew he had made a promise. A promise to put the car back as it was. In fact, better than it was. That’s right, viewers. It is...SCOTTY TUNE UP TIME!
“Its not responsive enough. I'll work on that. I doubt it's a mechanical thing. Scotty is too good. My programming isn’t up to par.”
“I'll get the arms on, an' the fire, but at least I've an idea of the scope of it all.” He puffed up with pride. “Flattery'll get ye everywhere, lass. I dinnae do tae badly, nuuu. However, let's set Mr. Sulu at ease an' give him his motor back.”
Sulu ducked his head and laughed, "Well the robot IS pretty impressive, though. And if you can make it run better than it already is, then that's good, too."
“Ye did very well with the programming! It was very responsive, looked like.” If no one could tell, Scotty was petty damn psyched about this. “And, aye, Sulu. It'll be brilliant!”
“Not responsive enough.” Cass was insistent.
Jim had othe concerns, “So when does it get to bash shit?” He wanted to build rocket ships now, “That was fun.”
“It was movin' pretty well, actually!” And if Kirk wasn't dead from bumper boobs, maybe he could help with getting the engine in again. “As for bashing shite? I'm well under schedule, but the competition's less than a month away, now. Then I get paid.” Like there was any question. They can not lose! “Which means upgrades an' new projects.”
"Like a ferret powered coffee maker?" Sulu was trying to ignore Kirk's now shirtless and SHINY chest. He wasn't even sure why he kept staring.
“I could build that.” He had already started dismantling again and was ready to move that motor again, so it was right back to the uncomfy clank clank drag clankle stuff that Sulu will get to cringe through.
“Ready, lad? Here we gooo.” Scoot, scoot!
“Easy..I don't want to lose a finger or three.”
Cass shot a look at Kirk, “You won't miss them.”
“Someone will!”
Scotty was ignoring Kirk. Lalalalalaa, moving the motor back!
Cass made a face and then climbed back into Sulu’s car to play with the GPS.
Sulu followed Cass and poked his head into his car, "What are you doing?"
Scotty already had everything back in the car. See? NOTHING to worry about! He was even hooking things back up. Which was good, because it meant Sulu could leave the parking brake on and make the motor sound like it was going VROOM but not really go anywhere, as was apparently usual.
“Fixing it. Its inaccurate.” Tinker tinker went the woman.
“...uhh...tools, need the right tools,” Scotty was saying as he ran off. Now the scary thing, as it looks like he’s ready for giant robot surgery and he was running back with an old toolbox in hand. Clank it goes on the ground and he’s back under the hood, making adjustments.
Jim made himself useful, picking up tools and handing them to Scotty as he's asked for them. It was as much for education for himself as anything.
Which was much appreciated. True, Scotty wasn’t accustomed to having someone else around to do that, but it saved him from having to sort through them himself. And he’s still on a timer. Thus he looks like he’s very focused and working very fast.
Sulu arched a brow, “Inaccurate?”
“Yes. Its not up to date and is off by several meters.”
"I thought it was up to date," Sulu darted his eyes to the side.
“Start 'er up, someone? If ye'd be sae kind.”
Since Cass was closer to the steering wheel, having tinkered with the GPS, Sulu handed her the keys.
Cass grinned, kissed Sulu's cheek and then turned the car on!
He blinked his eyes repeatedly at the cheek kissing in response.
The car started silently.
Scotty saw that, since he was peeking around the hood, and developed a wee tiny (almost imperceptible) eyetwitch. Nevertheless! Job first! He leaned down and tilted his head to give things a listen. “Hit the accelerator?”
Cass did as ordered. The car hummed along in hybrid like silence.
Well that’s good, it wasn’t supposed to be loud, and hopefully not be smoking. So since neither of those things were happening, this was - by all accounts - a massive success. “Hmm...more...?”
Cass floored it!
Scotty smirked. Now he knew what to do. “Ah.”
“EASY now...” Sulu put his hands up a bit. His poor car!
“The parking brake is on and its not in gear, we're fine.”
“Okie dokey! Let off for a moment!”
Cass obeyed.
Sulu chuckled, “Of course the parking brake is on, safe drivers turn the parking brake on.” Nevermind that he was always forgetting to turn it off.
The Scot dug right in, and it doesn’t sound pretty, already. Tweak tweak! A bit of a wrenching ratchety noise here and there. Clink clink rattle wraggle!
“And then forget to take it off.” Jim added, pulling his shirt on.
“There it is...tricky wee bugger.” Hello there, horrendous SCRUBLECRUNKLECRANK sound!
The CLANK noise was not at ALL reassuring, and Sulu jumped a bit. Since he was ducked inside his car, his head hit the roof and he grunted.
“Try again, lass? And the worst’s over!” He had called that out to Sulu, while wincing at Kirk like he knew that sort of pain and could easily empathize.
Sulu hoped he was right, “Promise!?”
“Aye!”
“I'll kiss it better.” Cass winked and revved the car again.
“Can you kiss me better?”Jim leaned over the car.
Only one emote could describe Scotty’s face at Cass right now. And it would be :|
Cass snerked at Jim.
Look, Scotty’s emote facial expressions have gotten an upgrade! Now he’s looking at Kirk for a milisecond like >:|
Needless to say, he sounded a wee bit pissy, “Pound ye foot down on the bastard!”
Cass twitched and floored it!
“I think Scotty needs it kissed better.”
Did Kirk just say what he thought he’d said? “GET AFF! I'm WORKING here!”
Indeed he was, for Scotty listened again and then stood up, looking thoughtful. He leaned in, or more properly, DIVED in. CLINKLE! CLINK! CLANK!
The engine made an abominable noise!
This was about to drive Sulu crazy. He eyed Scotty like 'please tell me you havn't killed my car', "Scotty..."
Clinkidy clink tinkle winkledy winkle?
“Got it, nae worries!” Clinkidy tink! “THERE! I think.”
“Push it a little more Scotty...” Kirk had put his srs face on. Like they were somewhere else which is just silly, “Just a bit more.”
“I'm givin' it all she's got, stop rushin' me! Arse!”YES
Sulu just really wanted to hug his car. That car was his BABY.
Cass was still flooring it.
Scotty reached in, and there was one last teeny tiny itty bitty clink. Then he stood back, and looked engineer triumphant, as the car went SILENT NINJA PURR. Great success!
“All done. It's like I overclocked ye engine!”
The car actually lurched like some primal beast waiting to go and it wasn’t even out of park yet!
Ok enough with self-back patting. Scotty took a step back and held up both hands like he was fending off an attacker. “Whoa there, ye can let off!”
“GOOD WORK, MAN!” Kirk slapped him on the back, “If I pay you will you spice up mine?”
“She dunnae need more power an’....OMPH!” Well, thanks, Kirk. That smarted. “Aye, I could dae that, I s'pose.”
Breathing a long sigh of relief, Sulu patted his hands on the top of his car a few times as if to say 'there, there, car, you're okay now'. He darted his eyes to the side, "Yeah, good job, Scotty. Knew you could do it."
“If ye ever want an overhaul, I could try tae keep it street-legal. An' ye welcome, Sulu! Thanks for ye contribution tae science!”
Because robot science lives.
Cass slide out of the car, “He might be a sourpuss but he's amazing with machines.”
Sulu grinned, “You're welcome! Science should always be contributed to... even if it means letting someone take your engine out to put in a robot.”
He paused, then added, “I might add this experience to my lecture series.”
Robots: *#winning*
“What did you lecture on?” Cass looked genuinely interested.
“Right! Not rocket science, but that's a whole other kettle o' fishies” He idly tossed a wrench aside. “What is it ye talk about?”
"Uhm..." Sulu ducked his head, with a bit of a sheepish smile, "Science, mostly. How to think out of the box and apply it in ways most students don't think of, why we'd already be traveling in space if we WOULD, astrophysics, stuff like that."
“Oh, like theoretical physics,” asked Scotty, with a nod.
Sulu nodded!
Cass decided that that was hot.
“Aye. I have a physics degree. I was always more fond of the engineering, though.”
“You do? Huh.” Jim put an arm around each of them, “My friends, we'll make an excellent team.” Still, it felt like something important was missing. Someone important. Someones.
Cass’s brain immediately hit the gutter.
“Well...dual degrees but...” Scotty hoped Kirk had put his shirt back on since all of them had a big night out and probably needed a shower and the last thing he needed was a sweaty bro-hug. Nevermind, he’s locked in anyway, and a quick check confirmed that Kirk was no longer shirtless. Phew!
"You'd probably make a great addition to the series actually, I was thinking of branching out a bit," Sulu's eyes lit up as he spoke, he was obviously excited,"Science is too hidebound, you know? It lacks vision, which is ... well it's backwards, Science should be ABOUT vision."
Please, Cass thought, carry on with the sweaty and dirty and man touching.
“Aye, it should be about that!” Scotty seems pretty excited about it too, because it was happy chance to run into someone with the semi-same interests as he had. “I was s'posed tae work at NASA designing an' building engines...but I wanted tae work with prospective antimatter machinery an' they weren't keen on my proposals. So I told 'em tae get fucked an' didn't even show up for work, day one.”
Sulu wondered if maybe God was testing him.
“Bloody ignorant, not wanting tae branch out intae other means of propulsion. Which, by the way, I KNOW they could do.”
“NASA?” Sulu blinked.
“NASA. Aye.”
"I got fired from that place," Sulu grumped.
Its like watching bromates suddenly finding each other. Cass tilted her head.
“Really?” Scotty asked. He hadn’t even made it to getting fired, but was certain it would’ve happened, or at least it was the sense he’d gotten from them during the interview and proposal process. “Whatever for?”
"I was all 'WHY aren't in space yet' and I showed them all the math and science they could have been using to GET there already and spent a lot of my work time firing off emails to senior staff trying to get them to listen."
Sulu paused for a moment, and shook his head at himself, "Which ... was not in my job description."
After a bit he added, with a bit of a grin, "I think my supervisor was just pissed some kid was smarter than him."
“Oh, they get that way. Stodgy bastards. They dunnae like anyone fresh out of university telling them what's what, an' rocking the boat.”
“They lack vision. Like the Navy. Set in their ways and not willing to change.” Jim shrugged.
“Aye, likey the same as the navy. Either way, I could just tell. An' if I'm gonnae argue with them, I'll argue with them an' it just wasn't gonna work out, because I said they could kiss me arse an' I'd make my own atom splitter an' prove 'em wrong.”
And at this point, Scotty is leaving out the whole ‘Well here's where I will prove you wrong and send you my data' episode, from further mention.
The entire conversation made Sulu grumpy, "NASA pretty much proved my dad right. So to hell with them. AND him. Where's the whiskey?"
Cass helds up the bottle, “Are you going to drink and fight and drink and fight and drink and fight? Because I'm the only Irish one here and I demand royalties.”
“I think ye left the bottle over there,” he stopped while pointing, raising his eyebrows a little bit. Yes, he’s pointing now at Cass. She’s got it. “Ye cannae have royalties. We got them first.”
"If you earned royalties from everyone who drinked and then fought, then Kirk probably could have put you through school," Sulu teased, while taking the bottle from Cass.
“They're IRISH drinking songs, not Scottish!”
Jim grinned.
“He wouldn't win, I would. And ye stole those songs from us.”
“Fine, whatever. Where's Clitty?”
Jim gaped, and opened his mouth to make a comment.
“Well if ye got tae ask that, ye're in real trouble,” said Scotty, in that way that his mouth opened and words just tumbled out. This time he realized it sooner rather than later, and made a terrible face, like he did not mean to say that, outloud. D’oh!
Jim’s comment was forgotten and he snerked.
Sulu had no comment about anyone trying to find anyone’s clitty. He eyedarted and took a swig of whiskey.
The dog ran out from a crack in the wall, dragging some sort of mechanical part.
The Scotsman held his hand out silently for the bottle, please, and he will give it right back. P.S. - Screw NASA anyway! MY NASA HATING ASIAN BROTHER FROM ANOTHER MOTHER.
Oh look, another good distraction, from a dog with a terrible name! “Yay, more parts. Gude doggie.”
According to Sulu, Scotty was like his new bff in his book. He handed over the bottle like there was no problem.
Scotty could drink to that! In fact he did. Followed by holding the bottle right back out at Sulu. Drink = good.
Jim started scanning through channels on the hybrid's radio again, and went back to the alt rock station.
Sulu took one last swig before handing the bottle back to Jim, "I have to drive home, so I should probably stop."
“Aye, well...if ye need anything, either of ye...ye know where tae find me,” Scotty was saying, but he lobbed a indecisive glance in Sulu’s direction. “Are ye gonnae be able tae drive?”
“I'll pick you up later for drinks, Mr. Scott.” Jim toasted him.
“I'd let Kirk drive but I'm scared,” Sulu eyedarted.
Oh no, more drinks with Kirk. While that would be FUN, he wasn’t sure his face could take another beating again, much less his knuckles. Give it another 12 hours or so. Even as he thought that, as well as nodding that Kirk driving would be a catastrophe, he was saying, “Uhh? Well I might have tae work but...I s'pose I could spare an hour for a drink or two, or ten.”
“I met this chick once. Drove a hummer. Couldn't drive for shit. Scariest experience of my life.” The memory was vaguely terrifying to Kirk, who lived for extreme adventure. She was that bad.
“... Where are we going, anyway?” Sulu felt kind of lost.
“I'll watch out for any 'chicks' driving hummers. I dunnae know.” Scotty tried to be covert, eyedarting and whispering. “Does he even have a place tae stay?”
Of course, in doing so, Scotty was more or less saying not it!, because he could just imagine that if someone like Kirk was his flatmate, he wouldn’t get anything done. They’d be off drinking all of the time and messing things up, getting fined and thrown in jail. Again.
Jim had an idea, “I could crash here.”
Indeed, Scotty lacked the discreetness gene, because he was pointing directly at Kirk. “Oh...uhh...nuh that might be a bad idea, for the time being.”
Sulu piped up, "... I'll... I have a couch."
“I've not got a lot o' room an'...furnishings...food...an'...things like work happen? Besides that,” Scotty pointed, helpfully, “Sulu has a couch.”
Cass looked between Scotty and Kirk, “Maybe you should let him, he could help you out, with the heavy lifting.”
In an attempt to pass the buck, Sulu backed Cass up, "Oh that's a good point, Scotty. He could help you with the heavy lifting."
“I can get that.” He squinted. “Ye think I cannae lift heavy things? I know how tae counterbalance an' such.”
This whole conversation was beginning to sound like a family passing around an unwanted piece of fruit cake. Sulu ran a hand through his hair, "My ferret already likes him, I guess I could take him."
“I can doooo just fine! Your couch is likely comfier, Sulu.”
“Why do I feel unwanted.” Jim placed a hand on his chest, verklempt.
“ He could stay with me, I guess. He could walk Clitty.”
“Now an' then I wouldn't mind a visit an'...OH WHAT NOW?!” And there went Scotty’s voice, up in volume to a level that could only be described as atmospheric. He also had a bit of the stink eye glare going on. Why oh why did she have to name her dog that? Even so, he was now feeling cantankerous enough to pat Kirk on the back, while staring at her, and say like it was a challenge, “Ye want that, then have at it.”
Jim looked at Scotty like he was dumb in the head.
Cass sighed. Shit, “Well, ah, if he's helping it'll be better here.”
“Here?!” yelled Scotty.
Sulu played another round of looking at Cass, then at Scotty, then at Cass.
“Ahem. I mean...here?” He tilted his head and grinned, trying to make it sound not so bad, since he did like Kirk, for some indescribably odd reason or other. And Sulu seemed just fine, since he was much more mellow. And could kick ass like Jackie Chan.
“You seem to be pretty good at walking your own Clitty, Cass. You don't need my help for that.”
Cass’s eyes widened and she looked at Jim, completely shocked.
“Uhh...” Well now Scotty felt a little put on the spot and was eyeing each of them, leaning in the away position, with a suspicious squint. Nice of Kirk to do that, or...what was he thinking, again? He was trying to not think of the girl, remember? Mental arse kicking, in progress.
“I have a place. I just like crashing with friends too.” Because friends, were awesome.
“Ye can crash here, aye. Sometimes.”
“Sweet!”
“You can crash with me, too. Just you know,” Sulu smirked, “Watch for flying objects. Iseul is right across the street there.”
“That’s for both of ye, an’ I wouldn't mind that, just...? The way I work is a bit....wee bit,” he paused and clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, while thinking, “...engrossed.”
That was, if by engrossed, one meant obsessed.
Cass just looked relieved. She really hadn’t wanted Kirk to come home with her, as tempting as that was.
As obsessed as Mr Fix It was, he was wondering why Cass looked so relieved. That made him even more suspicious. For once, he said nothing.
Kirk? seemed like bad news.
Massive troublemaker, Scotty would say, in agreement! And he was kinda staring at your knickers...oh wait, we're not psychic, lalalala.
"Well you're in my car now, and I need a shower and a change of clothes and to feed Pavel," and, Sulu thought, about 8 bandaids. Seriously.
“Oh, here. Sulu. If ye've got a phone, I'll give ye my number.” He was going to need a few plasters too, err...bandaids, or whatever. He hadn’t even put peroxide on the scrapes, and he had quite a few to show, from last night’s Happy Fun Fighty Times(tm).
“Can you drop me off at a bus stop? I need to get a change of clothing.”
"Sure, let me have it," Sulu pulled his iphone out of his pocket and tapped around, then nodded at Kirk,"And yeah, whatever you need."
There came a knock at the door. A woman in hijab stood, holding a black bag, “Someone gave me a ring about a bar fight and blighters needing treatment?”
Scotty hadn’t turned yet, since he was prattling off the number. “If ye have troubles with the lectures, I'm not the best at explaining but I can build ye some models. Or blow things up.” Then he turned around. Doctor alert! He whispered to Sulu, “Drive. Run. Whichever? Doooo it, now.”
"Oh that's awesome," Sulu nodded while putting in the digits. The doctor had walked in and he winced a bit, because he really didn't want to have to deal with getting poked and prodded. So instead, he nodded profusely at Scotty, took his advice, and got into the car.
“Goo...goooooooo...!” Scotty waved a hand wildly at them, like he was waving goodbye while on crack. Thus proving that all men are babies, even the Scottish ones, somewhere beneath the ‘I can headbutt that’ exterior.
Faiza turned to regard the robot, “Our robot looks bloody beautiful by the way. Now line up the lot of you. Hey!”
“Drive. Don't crash my car.”
“Oh come now I'm not going to hurt anyone!”
Jim shifted gears and sent the car screaming out of the garage!
“Oh my... WATCH OUT FOR MY PORCHE!”
“Nice meeting you, goodbye!” Sulu called out his car window as Jim pulled out.
Meanwhile, Scotty had been waving his arms and hands, like he was directing traffic, while making a circle around Faiza. It was the bro-code, and at least he could see to it they got away, before being poked and prodded with needles and things. He did pause to wave at Sulu and Kirk, before it was back to running interference once more.
“Ye dunnae see nothing, lass, everything's fine! We're all very manly an' able tae take care of ourselves an'...oh, cheers! Thankie! G'bye! Nothing tae see.”
“... BE MORE GENTLE she's a LADY.” Sulu buckled his seatbelt and prayed.
Giving up, Scotty just laughed and waved one last time.
Jim dodged the porsche, spun the car, put it in forward and then zoomed off down the street!
“Oh. He really shouldn't drive anything,” idly noted Scotty, while watching.
Faiza’s affected a stern look, which wasn’t difficult. Quickly, she grabbed Scotty, sat him down and proceeded to treat his injuries with extreme prejudice.
Cass squinted.
“STOPPIT! C’MON GET AFF ME, WOULD YE?!” He grabbed her hands like she was a bad woman doctory thing with stingy ouch medicines. Quick! Think of a distraction! Ah ha. Solution reached! “Go look at ye'r robot, would ye? I cannae take much more of that!”
“Do you want an infection? Do you want your face to fall right off?”
Was that a trick question? “Aye?”
“You can't build robots without a face!”
“She has a point.”
As if to thwart both of them and their attempts at womanly reason, Scotty began to reinact a zombie head explosion, complete with holding his hands up by his face and making a ka-BOOM noise while his fingers were wriggling outwards, like face guts.
Faiza gave the other woman a smile, while trying to treat Scotty’s lip, “I'm Faiza, a pleasure”
Meanwhile, Scotty was playing dodge the swab, by bobbing and weaving his head. Win!
“Scotty employed me to program the robot.”
Faiza moved the swab with his head, like she was used to dealing with unruly children.
He leaned back and away from the swab, to compensate. “Which's going tae be brilliant. We got it tae move, an' I've got an idea for the motor an' power we need...jus' need the...ouch...BUGGER THAT STINGS.” The swab. It had made contact.
“Git! Sit still!”
“Nae! I dunnae want tae!”
“You got it to move, really?” Faiza stopped for a moment.
He nodded, firmly, like YES, it had moved.
Ahah! SWAB!
“AGH! It'll be done ahead o' schedule, even. Ye can test it out an' have time tae get ready for the....AGYGHALGHHGAHH!! What's wrong with ye?!” He was just about done with that, or had been done with it, the moment it had started.
“There. Childman. I'm a DOCTOR. I DOCTOR THINGS.” The doctor folded her arms and gave him the sternest look of sterniness. It lasted several seconds before excitement about the bot bubbled up, “May I see?”
“The motor drove away with Jim and Hikaru.” Cass shrugged.
“Right. Done now. Anyways? Ye cannae see it move, Sulu took the...aye. What she said.”
“Ffuuu!” Faiza couldn’t hide her disappointment! To see it in action...
“Because she's on a first name basis with 'em,” he said, darkly, like a raincloud scribble had been doodled over the top of his head and was going to follow him around for the next couple of minutes.
“Would you rather I call you Montgomery?”
Wait, had Faiza just went ‘fuu’? “Fuuu? Really!” Raincloud temporarily gone, he grinned at her. Well, it was an ouch grin. Wait, had Cass just used his real first name? The raincloud’s back, again. “Nuuuuuuuuuu?”
“Oh you baby. Come on lets show off YOUR baby.” Cass patted his arm.
“No one calls me that except me mum an' only if I'm in trouble.” Scotty made the world’s worst BLECH expression like that name was distasteful to him. Like he imagined eating poo would be.
“She moves real smoothly, but I still need to tweak it. She's not responding to my touch the way I'd like her to.” Cass could somehow make anything sound dirty.
“Oh I understand, programming can't be easy.” Faiza was all but bouncing on her heels as Cass pulled her downstairs.
Great, now he was thinking back to when his sis was wee and didn’t know better, and had been crawling in the back garden one day, and had gotten into some poo. And he’d laughed at her before stopping her and ratting her out to mum (naturally). Years later, when he’d asked, she had told him she didn’t remember it tasting too good. Then she’d punched him in the stomach for asking. Really hard. He’d almost hurled. And she ratted him out to mum for instigating things (naturally). So, that face he was making before? It’s just gotten ten times worse, from the memory.
Clitty whimpered, tilting his head at Scotty.
Enough of that. He cleared his throat and had been paying some attention to them chattering, while thinking back on his very odd family. Time to interject! “She just needs tae play with it some more. That's all. But she's very gude with playing with things, so....okay, you’re already gone, piss off then.”
He went upstairs for a whole lot more of the hair of the dog, because it was probably going to be the only thing that got him through the day. Food might be nice at some point, too. Ramen noodles! Precisely followed instructions, on the packet! Yum.
Scotty. Defender of testicles. The dog followed him!
Aww, poor dog with the unfortunate name, who was going to get his testicles chopped off if someone didn’t show up and claim him in another couple of weeks. He poured some scotch into an unfortunately pink coffee cup, set it down, and now they can BOTH drink!
The dog had lived off leftover grease from Mad Dogs for months, so the whiskey was a treat!
Downstairs, Faiza squeed.
Wow, dog, that’s pretty nasty!
“So..how'd you meet Scotty?”
“Varric introduced us. He chatted me on my forums and I mentioned I wanted to build a bot. We met, and there you go! He's rather eccentric, isn't he. Scotty that is.”
“Oh you have no idea. He's crazy, but its a good kind of crazy. We ..don't always get along well, but I don't usually do well with being just friends with men.”
“Are you? Just friends?” Faiza’s eyebrow went up.
Cass blushes. “Yes.”
“Mm.”
“Not a word. He doesn't want me. “
“ ....is he daft? Or just nutters. Look at you!”
“I know! And sometimes I think he does and then he doesn't.”
“Men. “
“I know.”
Meanwhile, upstairs where’s its SAFE, Scotty was just going to do what guys do and be oblivious. You know, hang out with the dog and not wonder WTF is going on, other than, you know...simple things, like atom-smashing and building stuff. Wondering if he should get some beer and red bull, or what to eat. Usual stuff. That. Yes!
Eventually, after settling in Cass’s mind that she had little interest in Scotty physically, and giving her some advice, Faiza headed off!