littlegreengirl (littlegreengirl) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-21 20:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gaila, james kirk, montgomery scott, varric tethras |
"Lookit what ye did! This is BRILLIANT!"
Who: Gaila, Varric, Jim, and Scotty
What: They spring a gift on Scotty!
Where: Mad Monty's
When: Yesterday!
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13!
"Thanks so much for this," Gaila said, wrapping her arms around the other man.
Varric smiled and patted her back, "He doesn't know, right?"
"Nope! He thinks I'm at work!" Gaila giggled, "Thisissoawesome! I can't stay much longer, I need to get back."
She turned to Jim, "And you!" She pointed. Then kissed his cheek, "I won't be mad at you for a whole week."
Varric, Gaila and Kirk? Really, all they needed was a donkey and it would be a party!
Jim laughed, "He'll have a hell of a surprise, won't he?"
Varric gave them a thumbs up, "I'll see you later, Irish. You too, Playboy."
"Thankyouthankyou!"
"Anytime." Varric got into his car and drove off.
"This is so hot," Jim mused. "He really will be surprised, won't he."
He rested his hand on Gaila's arm, "I'm glad to be of help. I'll pass our thanks onto Bones, too. We couldn't have done this without him."
Gaila nodded her head, "Yes! Thank you!"
Jim nodded, got into his own car, and drove off!
Scotty, meanwhile, had just put the finishing touches on what life support systems he possibly could put in, even if it was sadly lacking compared to what he now knew and remembered. Even if there wouldn't be any artificial gravity - yet, he told himself - it would get them where they needed to go and hopefully back again. If it didn't blow up. Then they wouldn't be getting very far at all.
He was making it a point not to think about that, while whistling a merry tune and twirling a screwdriver around in one hand, every so often. It was always good to know when the finish line on a project or even a fix-it-job, was within one's grasp.
Gaila was running late. He'd ask so many questions and she didn't have the answer to them but she'd just HAD to do it! Jim and Varric and Leo had been such wonderful partners!
To be honest? Someone only keeps track of how long he's working, when it's an emergency situation, or the captain of any ship gets up his nose with ridiculous requests. Then they get the 'I'm multiplying my repair estimates by a factor of four' treatment. That was simply to prevent people from riding his bum the whole time, and because it made him look utterly brilliant when it was all fixed earlier than anticipated. Well, that worked, most times? Unless everyone was severely screwed and twenty or thirty minutes actually meant twenty or thirty minutes. Or three minutes meant it was really seriously three minutes until one had to bend over and kiss their arses goodbye. THEN the time frame was spot-on accurate.
Otherwise, for right now, he was enjoying himself and had lost track of time, entirely. So if she was running late? He'd failed to notice!
Something rumbled outside, then the garage door rolled up, and a truck pulled in. It was a brand new Ram 1500 with a very special paintjob.
She was Enterprise-white, with hand painted decals like the fictional ship. Gaila shut the engine down, and slid out of the cab, "Scotty! Surprise!"
Scotty's head popped out of the ship and his eyes very promptly bugged out. CLANG went the screwdriver because it had slipped out of his hand, just before a huge ear to ear grin threatened to split his face in two. This? Was better than bridge fistfights and sandwiches, by far.
"Lookit what ye did! This is BRILLIANT!" And there he went, scrambling and running out toward it, and just about...ok, no, he did hug the front corner of it, lovingly. "How'd ye manage this? I'm goin' tae kiss you senseless."
And then he kissed the truck. Oh yes, he did.
Gaila started to laugh, "Varric help co-sign, Jim took care of the paintjob, and McCoy suggested the make and model." Team effort! Almost. Still missing some folks!
"This' lovely, really. Pure dead brilliant! Well done! Now I'll have tae give everyone a great big hug an' buy them rounds at the pub an' probably kiss every one of them," Scotty was saying, still hugging the truck. Aww, even the metal was warm. He gave it a pat, and then let go and glomped onto Gaila, immediately. "Ye really arranged all this, did you? Wily lass!"
She grinned, "It's been occupying my time and my mind for a week now! It had to be just right."
"Is that why ye seemed a wee bit distant? I thought something was wrong with you," he admitted. He gave her a great big kiss and then kissed her face a few times while hugging onto her, looking very enthusiastic indeed. "Ye know, you were a wee bit flip floppy at times? But now I understand why! Ye know what this means tae?"
Oh no. He has the gleam in his eyes. When he next spoke, it was said with the sort of whispered reverence of someone who was in a place of religious worship and had to keep their voice down, "I can give her a tune up.."
Starting to laugh, Gaila grabbed his arm, "She's brand new! She doesn't need a tune-up!"
He's still whispering and he still has that glassy gleam in his eyes, "But...I can make it even better."
Gaila squinted at him, "If you were anyone else I'd say no. Actually maybe I should, do you want to void the warranty?!" She started pulling him away from the truck, before he started voiding the warranty like the warranty was a two-bit whore.
But it was a two-bit whore! It deserved to be voided! Multiple times! HE HAS THE TOOLS!
"But Gaila," he was saying, while being dragged in the away direction, "I know how tae fix it if something happens....!"
"What if we need an entirely new engine?" She protested, "Fine. ONLY a tune-up! Nothing major!"
"Yay!" He raised his arms up over his head and hopped up and down, and if she was still holding onto one of his arms to drag him? She's just going to have to bounce with him. "I promise nothin' that they'll notice, or that looks out of sorts."
Engineer!mechanic!GLEE!
"Oh my god," Gaila said. Then she gave him a wicked look, "Want to Christen the inside and the outside?"
He stared at her like how dare she even think about doing something like that to their new baby, but then - as quickly as that stare had seemed so ready to set in - it disappeared. Scotty shrugged and nodded, like that seemed like a not so bad idea.
"Aye, bein' a man of several vices, I'm goin' tae have tae agree. It needs christened. And we’re entirely out of champagne."
And that? Is why he promptly picked her up, over his shoulder, and ran toward the truck, like 'wheeeeee!'