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Characters: Jim Kirk + Montgomery Scott
When: Monday morning, November 23rd.
Where: Outskirts of town
Rating: PG
Description: Kirk has a problem. Well. A couple of problems.
November had brought on one hell of a chill, Kirk needing to pull his jacket around just to keep from freezing to death as he started his motorcycle on the way to classes. It started up just fine, but there was a wet shiny trail following him, the motorbike puttering out only close to twenty miles an hour, the fastest he could go. Glaring at his watch, it was fairly obvious he was already late -- he had a minute to get to his English class, and that wasn't about to happen. Rather than head to school, Kirk took a sharp left, heading instead to the outskirts of town, back out where Scotty lived.
If there was anyone who could help him with his bike, it was Scotty.
Not to mention, school seemed a bit pointless for now. Especially when Kirk would just have to face Pavel, and Uhura and...
He rolled up to the other man's garage, standing with the tips of his boots touching the ground, keeping his balance. "Scotty? You 'round?"
When: Monday morning, November 23rd.
Where: Outskirts of town
Rating: PG
Description: Kirk has a problem. Well. A couple of problems.
November had brought on one hell of a chill, Kirk needing to pull his jacket around just to keep from freezing to death as he started his motorcycle on the way to classes. It started up just fine, but there was a wet shiny trail following him, the motorbike puttering out only close to twenty miles an hour, the fastest he could go. Glaring at his watch, it was fairly obvious he was already late -- he had a minute to get to his English class, and that wasn't about to happen. Rather than head to school, Kirk took a sharp left, heading instead to the outskirts of town, back out where Scotty lived.
If there was anyone who could help him with his bike, it was Scotty.
Not to mention, school seemed a bit pointless for now. Especially when Kirk would just have to face Pavel, and Uhura and...
He rolled up to the other man's garage, standing with the tips of his boots touching the ground, keeping his balance. "Scotty? You 'round?"