Montgomery Scott is a miracle worker (warp_speed) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-21 21:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gaila, montgomery scott |
“It's a world like any other, populated by sadistic, conniving, evil people.”
Who: Gaila, Scotty
What: Someone needs to figure out how to change his valar-net status from 'It's Complicated' to 'Single', by the looks of it! Things went sour and downhill, since Scotty was all 'wut up wit u?!' at Gaila's reactions to a certain plotty topic of conversation. Boo. Sad pandas on parade.
When: Yesterday evening, after the truck thing!
Where: Hills well outside of Orange County, for star viewing.
Rating: It's so PG13 due to argument language assaults, it's downright ouchriffic.
Status: Complete!
After some serious happy fun celebratory times (which we gladly will not be getting into any detail over), Scotty’s eyes lit up and got really big, like he had a fabulous idea.
“OCH! Ye know what we should do? Hop in the truck an' drive up into the hills an' go look the stars and sleep in the back of it. Like we did when we went camping? Except without the misery of camping!”
Gaila threw up her arms, ” ....YES I LOVE THAT! WE MUST DO IT!”
“Aye, we can have a nice cuddle and talk and do things under the stars, without bugs crawling in the cracks of our arses.” Scotty grinned and gave Gaila a thumbs up. “I know I'm normally nae very spontaneous but...let’s do it right now!”
Gaila’s arms where still up in the air, all \o/!
Scotty went \o/ right back at her! “Ye grab the things aff the bed an' I'll threw the food in. An' we can...leave yer computer tae watch the place. An' Porthos...I suppose he can stay the night...I think he knows how tae use the toilet. I swear I've heard the dog flush.”
Fortunately, the dog does indeed flush.
Brilliant!
“Well, between the doggie and the super computer with it's sexy voice, I think the place is safe. Computer! Shock the shite out of anyone who tries tae mess with things! I know ye'll find a way! An' then let Porthos handle the rest, but it's likely we'll freeze our bums aff, an' wake up at five a.m. and drive back anyway.”
And off he went, grabbing things and throwing them into the truck.
As Gaila climbed in, she pointed in the back of the king cab, “I got Porthos a doggy bed for back there! And we can cram a couple people if we have to.”
“Brilliant! We'll take him next time, but for now? He's part of our alarm system. Besides...I dinnae think he likes watching us go at it like a couple of rabbits during mating season.”
Scotty hopped on in, pulled the truck out, parked and hopped back out to make sure the lights and everything else were turned off. The sign was flipped to closed and he locked up everything. Then it was back into the truck and driving, while going :D so hard that it looked like his face might split in two.
Gaila laughed, and turned the radio on, proving they’d gotten fantastic speakers.
“I can feel that in me bum. If I could, I'd kiss ye right now. But I'm drivin'.” And not too long after that, they were stuck at stoplights, since it’s still southern Cali. “...fuuuuuuuu....”
“Isn't this what four wheel drive was meant for?”
“Aye, it is. But I dinnae want tae be like that one woman who came in with her military vehicle an' she'd ran over the medians. I cannae treat her like that! Unless it's an emergency, then I might push it a wee bit.” He gave the dash a pat with one hand, and said loudly over the music because there was some sort of hold up. “MOVE YER ARSES!”
“Honk the horn!”
“What...nuuuu...! Och, the hell with it!” HONK! “The light was green, why did ye nae go?! Ye mind tapping around on the GPS tae see what other routes I can take tae get there, faster? Because this way was obviously utter bollocks.” He let out a long, drawn out sigh. And that sigh sounded like, “.....baaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwssssssss....”
The truck horn sounds like the classic Trek red alert Klaxon.
“I love yeeeeew,” he said, after he honked one more time for good measure.
Gaila giggled.
It wasn’t certain if he meant her, the truck, or both. What was certain was that he looked utterly sappy.
They finally made it out toward the hills. Scotty was happily driving them up to where there wasn’t too many city lights to obscure everything, and where there weren’t a lot of people or houses around. He let her know that he’d pull over, wherever she wanted, and that’s where they’d park for the night. Brilliant plan, with chances of great success!
“There!” Gaila pointed at a spot, going \o/!
The truck pulled over.
Scotty parked it and went \o/ right back at her, then took stock of their surroundings. “No trespassing signs, we're well aff the road? Brilliant. Look at ye, with yer keen eyes. Oot wee gew!”
He made short work of dragging everything into the back of the truck.
Gaila helped, “We need to get a camper shell. Well we're getting one, but its being custom painted. With Nacelle art!”
“That'd be fantastic. I like that!” His eyes lit up. “I can get me hands all ooooover that.”
She squinted at him. That? Was creepy.
“But for now, we'll just enjoy the you, the me, an' the stars that I'm tryin' tae get us tae.” He laughed and helped her up into the truck bed. “Dinnae worry, I'll be sure tae put me own hands all over yer ample nacelles at any given moment. Yers are me favorite.”
Laughing, Gaila pulled her top off and twirled it.
“Yay!” He got up into the bed of the truck with her and pulled his t-shirt off, twirling it around over his head, while laughing. Then he fluffed up their pillows so they can lean against them after laying out the blankets. It was then time to lure the lass into an under blanket cuddle fest, for potentially romantic times.
Overall, he was well pleased with the whole thing, the present and where they were right now. Seriously. Enough so with the present, that he told her, “Yer so clever.”
“I got you good!”
“Ye seem tae do that, dinnae you?” He kissed her cheek and smiled. Both arms were around her and he snuggle hugged against her. “Brilliant, bonnie lass. Oh! I think I got all the wiring done. So that's all yers now. You can program yer eyeballs out.”
“YES!” She started humming ‘we are the champions!’
Scotty laughed. It was one of his favorite things, when she was so enthusiastic about computers and programing. “Have at it, then? Ye can start tomorrow tae if ye'd like!”
“I plan on it! hell or high water!”
“Yay, tae the planning on it, but I'd rather the hell an' the high water stay in both of their respective places!”
Smiling, the Orion leaned in and snuggled.
Scotty kissed the top of her head and let his lips linger there for a moment. Then he got to thinking, and that meant musing aloud.
“Ye know. It's a wee bit disheartening. We might be stuck here, an' we'll never get tae go tae all the places I know are up there, now. Like the ice cube. Which was...I think it was that ways?” He idly pointed that ways, which was in the basic general direction of Delta Vega.
Gaila shrugged a shoulder, “Sometimes I don't want to go back.” It was the truth. Going back meant she’d have to face things she wanted to forget ever existed. Going back would mean she’d have to report in.
“I'd like tae, but I'd understand why ye wouldnae want tae go back tae yer own homeworld. There's still plenty of good an' nice places tae look at, though, that arenae where ye came from. I'll admit...though...”
She shook her head. She couldn’t really explain why the idea was abhorrent without blowing her cover.
“...I am a wee bit curious. I'd like tae see it, but I'm sure I probably wouldnae enjoy it very much. From what ye told me.”
“You'd be a prize to be fought over and you'd never even be coherent enough to enjoy it.” She sounded bitter.
“Aye, there's that, and that's enough tae keep most people away. But I'm curious about what it would look like there. Since no one's really seen it. Outside of yerselves, more or less. That's the whole point tae of wanting tae go into space, tae see new things, after all.”
Gaila was trying to contain her upset. She wished he'd stop asking about her homeworld. It was like he was picking at a wound. She'd rather forget it existed. And told him so! ”I'd rather forget it ever existed. “
She hadn’t mentioned feeling that way before, even when she told him about that ritual. He blinked a few times and asked in a very soft voice, “ ...are ye serious?”
“It's a world like any other, populated by sadistic, conniving, evil people.”
“Not every world is like that, ye know.”
“I know, but mine is!” She wanted to drop it. Why did he keep asking her questions? She couldn’t TELL him anything!
He meant exploring space in general and tried to at least counterbalance by saying, “Ours had its red tape, but it was pretty judiciously ran...an'..it'd be hard for me tae...forget it existed.”
“I only spent 12 years on it, Scotty. Most of my life was spent on Earth or in Space.” Her voice was growing harder. Harsher.
“I know, but still, Gaila, not all of yer people are evil? I mean, look at you. Yer not evil at all and you came from there. There had tae be others like you.”
“I don't care! I never want to go back!” She glared at him, accusingly.
He knit his brows together, staring at her like he was wondering what off-sides place this sort of reaction had come from. It’s not like he said she had to go back at any point, was it?
And since he was thinking it, he said it, “I didnae say ye had tae go back. I was only saying that I understood why you wouldnae want tae, and admitted that I was curious, meself. I know I'd be out of me mind there, and it'd be impossible tae see.
“...are ye all right?” He put a finger under her chin and gently tried to lift her face up, so he could get a better look at her.
“I was fine until you made me remember that fucking world and my fucking people!” She glared at him again.
He squinted back at her. What the hell was up with the glaring now? “I was only talking. I wasnae aware that was aff limits. What's gotten intae you?”
NOTHING YOU DICK! Gaila spoke through clenched teeth, “Nothing has gotten into me. You just hit a sore subject with me.”
No really?
“I can tell. But ye had no problem tellin' me about, ye know...yer cultural ritual thing before. Now all of a sudden, I vocalize me thoughts an' you sound like ye want tae start punching people in the throat. Did ye remember something else?”
“No problem?” Gaila sat up, staring at him. How could he completely disregard that utter and complete nightmare. And how hard it had been to tell him, “NO PROBLEM!? You have NO IDEA how much I wrestled with even TELLING you that! It was hard! It HURT!”
Oh bad move and he hadn’t thought about what he was saying before his brain applied words that seemed to fit and it all shot out of his mouth. He scrunched his face up into a horrible wince and promptly held up both hands to fend off the yelling at he was rightfully getting. It looked very much like he was in the middle of a stick up at a bank. “All right. That was a really poor choice of words. I'm sorry. Really. I know it was rough an' awkward an'...I dinnae understand why yer so angry right now, that's all.”
“Because I'd pushed all that to the back of my mind! And now you’re bringing it back up!”
“Well, did ye push anything else back there, also?”
“I want to forget Scotty, forget everything that happened before Starfleet!”
“Why? How bad does it get then?” He genuinely wanted to know and thought it better to share, rather than to bottle up and contain. That was why he raised his eyebrows up a wee smidge, and looked to be waiting for some clarification.
“You already know how bad!” She pulled her shirt back on. She had to get out of here before she did somethin she regretted, “I'm going for a walk.”
“I mean...” He tried to rest a hand on her shoulder. “...does it get worse, because I think ye remembered something else? C'mon, dinnae go...”
“You can't fix this! Stop trying!” She hopped out of the bed, “ I didn't remember anything new. Stop PICKING at this! Let it scab over you persistent bastard!"
“...oh no, ye didnae just accuse me of fixin' or pickin' at it...because this is the first fucking time I'd asked about that.” He was not having that, no waaaaaay no how. It was the first time it had come up, and due to her reaction to him rambling on like he usually did, vocalizing his thoughts, he was relatively certain there was something more that she wasn’t telling him. “If something happened an' ye remembered it, then I want tae know. Nae so it can be fixed, but because ye shouldnae be carrying the whole thing around inside of ye, lettin' it weigh ye doon. When ye do, then shite like THIS happens, Gaila!”
He was leaning out of the bed of the truck by then, saying, “I dinnae want it tae scab over. That only leaves scars. It's not something healed over!“
The man just didn't understand. He didn't understand where she was coming from and it hurt. She poked her arm, then picked at her skin like it was a scab, "I told you! I don't want to talk about it but you go pickpickpickpickpickpick and you don't drop it. You're like a fucking BULLDOG!"
She was shaking in anger as she picked at her arm with every word, "Sometimes a duck is just a duck and there's nothing hidden!"
By that point, Scotty looked rather pissed himself, and had been pinpoint focused on her picking at her arm like that and the trembling with rage and everything. He was, as always, pretty sharp eyed and the wheels of his mind were turning, only this time they were fueled by anger and a fair amount of confusion.
“ ...tell me, then, when did I start pickpickpickpickpicking at ye, because I'm relatively fucking certain that the first time I tried tae have a fucking discussion about it, was tonight. Furthermore? I think yer lying,” he said, in a tone that would’ve sounded ‘cute’ if not for the timing and the situation.
He even gave her a tilt of his head and a snarky smirk, that was about as far as one could humanly get from looking even remotely amused.
“Yes! You asked about my homeworld and I said I didn't want to go back, and then you kept talking about it and I told you I wanted to forget it existed, and then you WOULD NOT DROP THE SUBJECT.” She planted her hands on her hips and gave him her best ‘duh’ face. Then she stared at him as he accused her of lying. Something snapped inside her. She took her ring off, threw it in his face, and stormed off.
“Did I or did I nae say that I understood why ye didnae want tae go back, an' I was...” He winced when it finally registered that she’d taken the ring off and thrown it at him. THE RING. Which was pretty much the classic ‘I’m through with this and this means nothing, so goodbye’ gesture. “I was only sayin' that I thought it'd be interesting because no one else's seen it but I thought ye were RIGHT THAT I WOULDNAE BE ABLE TAE ENJOY ANY OF IT! Fuuuck. It.”
“I HATE MY PEOPLE!” she screamed!
As was the norm, he grabbed the ring and pulled his t-shirt back on, getting out of the truck in a huff and began stomping after her. All done while he was in a full Scottish bluster of massive proportions.
“WHAT IS YER MAGNIFICENT PROBLEM NOW?! WHERE'D THIS COME FROM BECAUSE BEFORE, YE HAD A ROUGH TIME EXPLAINING BUT YE WERE NOT LIKE 'OH I HATE MY PEOPLE!' He began waving his arms around and doing an imitation of her voice during that last part. It was a pretty good imitation, as well. He almost had the pitch right. “WHAT THE HELL'S CRAWLED UP YER ARSE! SERIOUSLY?! I'D LIKE TAE KNOW!”
She looked around for a rock, or a stick or a bottle to throw at him, but finding nothing she resorted to her voice, “LEAVE ME ALONE SO I CAN COOL OFF!” She nearly ripped out chunks of her own hair. It was ruined, all ruined!
“Why would ye need tae cool aff? Hmm?” He was still following but his own mind was nagging, like if she thought he was going to pick, he’d show her what picking really was. There were several reasons why. Because he was sure now she was retreating for some other reason, because her throwing the ring in his face had pissed him off as well as hurt in a anguished way, and - most of all - because he feels there was something there to pick at under the surface. “What's there tae cool aff over, Gaila? Mind tellin' me why yer throwin' the ring back in me face then, over something that really wasnae worth doin' that over? Because I'm dyin' tae know, honestly.”
Honestly, it was pretty much like watching Kirk chisel away at Spock on the bridge before Spock had a pointy-eared melt down.
“You pissed me off? Why do you think I need to cool off?” She stared him at like he's dumb.
“Goin' tae do that every single time I piss ye aff?”
“I have in the past, and it worked to cool me down so we can discuss like normal people!” She stomped her foot, hard on the ground.
“I meant throw the ring aff, dumb arse,” he growled out and kept right on stomping after her, though he was keeping a few paces back. After tonight’s little escapade, there was no telling what else she’d throw, and it wouldn’t be smart to not have room to watch or dodge. “I hardly think we're the epitome of normal, for that matter.”
She hadn’t known why she’d thrown the ring. She had just gotten so pissed. He’d been right, about the truth. But it was a truth she wanted to pretend didn’t exist.
“But, if that's the way ye want it...ye know...I can take care of the entire problem.” He took the ring, placed it between his thumb and index finger, and flicked it so it went zinging somewhere past her. And, for every time it was said he couldn’t fix something relationship-wise, Scotty took that moment to say in the most sarcastic and spiteful way possible, “LOOK! I FIXED IT!”
He kicked at the dirt with a boot as he turned around and stomped back to the truck, in a full scottish fume. In his mind, if it meant so little to her to throw it off while she's throwing a temper tantrum fit, then it should mean nothing then, now that it was somewhere out there on the ground. He’d thrown it away, once and for all. Maybe then she’d know how he felt, when she did the same thing to him.
Tears streamed down her face. She searched for it, and managed to find it, stuffing it in her pocket, wishing she’d thrown a rock instead.
Truly, he was pretty massively upset at her doing that, too. He was angry as well about the way the whole thing had gone. She always accused him of this and that, and whenever he tried to make adjustments or corrections, it wasn’t good enough and things kept going badly, over and over again. He also swore something was up that she’d remembered and wasn’t telling him, based simply because of the way she went volcanic and freak out picked at herself, then pulled on her hair and...just...ARGH. He was at the end of his tether with it all, after all that.
So he was going to go off and be upset by himself, feeling like the ring meant nothing. It was better to treat the whole thing like it was something disposable, like she had. It obviously didn’t matter.
Gaila made it to the road and stuck her thumb out to hitchhike back.
He figured that she was probably going to do that, and chivalry won out yet again, even if he really just wanted to kick himself in the ass for even thinking of making semi-amends. But a part of him couldn’t leave a girl walking around on the roads by herself at night, no matter who the girl was and how much she’d made him angry to the point he couldn’t see straight. That was why he dragged everything back inside the truck, started it and began rolling down the road. He kept an eye out for her and slowed, rolling the windows down and keeping pace with her.
She changed from her thumb to her middle finger.
He went a little sour faced, but that was due in part to still being wounded a bit by the whole thing. It was also something that he was not going to go around, announcing.
“I'll give ye a ride back tae Santa Ana.” He glanced over and got a good look at her middle finger. “Oh that's cute, really.”
“I'll walk.”
“C'mon. I promise, nae more talkin' after this. Get in. This' silly. It's a long ways.”
Stubbornly, she kept walking.
“...stop bein' sae bloody stubborn. For once, I'm not apologizing. I'm not tryin' tae fix it. I'm just goin' tae give ye a ride. That's all. If ye want tae sit in the back of the truck, that's fine.”
She tuned him out. Ignored him. Not everything could be fixed and sometimes she didn’t want things fixed.
“...okie dokey, that's just the way ye want the whole thing tae end then, is it? Because I'm nae goin' tae let ye walk home without trying,” he was steadfastly insisting. “Or wherever it is yer goin'.”
He had to add that in, because it seems rather final now, doesn't it? Especially after all that had happened that night.
That sunk in, a little, “If you'd just stopped trying to ....press the issue...”
“I was askin' an' tryin' tae understand the whole thing after just simply talkin' about what I was mulling over in me mind. I'm not the one who had a fine freak out, or took a ring aff, threw it, an' went stomping aff. Actually!” He slowed way down and pulled over behind her, cut off the engine, got out, and threw the keys in her direction. “Me own name's not on it, since I was supposed tae sign the papers tomorrow. Yew take it. I'll get tae where there's cellphone coverage an' call a cabbie. All yers. Have at it. Splendid.”
And now he was walking. And she at least had the opportunity not to walk. And he had the opportunity to gripe more while he was walking away, because every damn time they tried to go out, this happened. And there he goes, letting go of the end of that tether.
“Cannae go anywhere with ye, an' have a bloody discussion, without it bein' like a kick in the baws! I bloody swear it,” he was saying, while stomping off down the side of the roadway.
Gaila stopped long enough to make sure the truck was locked, then kept walking. Obviously he hadn’t understood.
Maybe if she’d explained why instead of freaking the hell out and then being all ‘in ur face’ bloody pitbull on the attack and throwing rings around, when it was a very important ring, by the by? He’d very well try to understand it, just like he’d been trying to for days and weeks before they reached this point. But that hadn’t happened, and that’s what he would’ve said to the ‘not understanding’ portion of that conversation, if it had transpired.
Since none of that had been said, he was steadily stomping way ahead of her, and he was making good time. Indeed, he was more than a bit pissed off and pretty much had equal amounts of heartbroken stirred into it, so it became a fine fouled up cake baking in a Scottish oven.
This was for the best. It was better than betraying him. Them. All of them. She stopped walking and hugged herself. Why did she have to remember?
Either way, he told himself, 'explaining' to him did not mean throwing things back in someone else's face when it was obvious they are the source of the problem. He’d tried to be very understanding the whole time with her, but couldn’t fathom why she’d reacted that way with such viciousness when talk of her people had come up, and he wasn’t about to let himself be treated that way either. He was also suddenly struck by the irony that the one time that he's the one marching off, she didn't do crap about it. Which showed where all the effort output was when the chips were down, that was certain.
Meanwhile he was getting smaller and smaller, and further away.
Turning, she looked to see if any cars were coming. She wasn’t going to take the truck. It was his. Not hers.
She had a perfectly good, soon to be abandoned vehicle behind her to use, but it wasn’t like she was the most rational creature on Earth, was it? He rounded a bend, and disappeared from view.
He hadn’t signed any paperwork yet, that had been for in the morning, like she told him before they’d gotten frisky for the last time. So in his mind, it was her’s, still. Bye! Laters! Have a nice life! And maybe she could go rag on someone else when they did something she didn’t like. All he’d done was try to be honest with her a hundred percent of the time, anyway. It took a while, but he actually did make it far down enough to run into some houses every so often and to get cell phone coverage again, even if it was spotty. He called for a cab.
Gaila growled to herself. How hard was it to accept she didn't want to talk about it? How many times has it come to HER coming to HIM to talk about it? Damn impatient scotsman. She hadn’t been ready to talk about it and he hadn’t dropped the subject. So she pitched a fit. He deserved it.
Not that many times, really. At that point, it didn't matter, because he was waiting for a cab.
Better that he think she’s a bitch, than a betrayer.
To him, that ring = srs bsns. So he was vastly upset at that, even then. Yay, there’s the cab, after a small while of waiting. Yay, the cost of that ride would be astronomical but he’s happy to pay it to get out of there. Yay. Only minus every single yay, really. He? Is going home.
Gaila flashed someone to get a ride. Has done this before! She got dropped off at a store, then walked alone to a motel and checked in.
That’s fine. Because when he made it back home and paid the cab fare, he promptly boxed up everything of hers, and set it downstairs. Nothing was left behind. He even took apart THE BED and moved it downstairs. That done, he grabbed a bottle of scotch, sat on the couch, and tried not to get too sniffly. Too bad he failed at that last bit. Grawrr.