As soon as he had a moment, Scotty - with his younger self in tow - nipped down to the transporter room to send his younger self off to Cardiff. And he was just grateful that he did have somewhere to send the kid, because otherwise he'd be stuck having to listen to complaints about not being allowed down to see the engine room all day. At least ( Read more... )

[continued from this conversation]Ten minutes, he'd said, and a little less than that he was beaming down into the Hub, just as he had about a week before - only this time for a very different reason. He didn't know what to make of the revelation that Jack was immortal, was going to live forever. But that wasn't what was important right now. ( Read more... )

He'd put it off long enough. The longer he waited to go apologize to Jack, the harder it would be, and the less he'd want to go do it. All he could do, really, was bite the bullet, get it over with, and just hope that he hadn't completely bollocksed everything up. He sat for a while, though, in his quarters, his PADD in hand, just staring at the ( Read more... )

It had been, Scotty realized, as he busied himself with packing up the now-finished phasers he'd promised to build for Torchwood, quite a while since he'd last talked to Jack. That was nothing new, of course - the two of them tended to go for stretches at a time without checking in on each other. And that was his first mistake - he ought to have ( Read more... )

[[Following this conversation]]Two hours wasn't really a very long time to wait, though the paperwork Scotty had to do in the meantime made it feel like much longer. In all honesty he probably could have gotten away with putting it off, but this way at least he knew it would be done. And for once, he didn't try to stay a little late when those ( Read more... )

By all rights, Scotty probably shouldn't have been inviting Miss Kaylee over for a tour of the Enterprise. And he did feel a bit guilty about doing it; they were supposed to ask Jim if they could bring people over, but Jim... the community seemed to have let him go. He could ask Spock, maybe, but he figured he was a good enough judge of character ( Read more... )

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Whether or not he really had been hit with a virus, it hardly mattered to Scotty. The important thing was that even if he hadn't been - even if that physics project was due next week - he had plans for the weekend that didn't involve sitting around being sober. He'd invited Jack over to his world for a night out at the pub, or at least, the ( Read more... )

The day hadn't started out well. Scotty had still been not-quite-hiding in the engine room, until the community had decided to take over his computer and not let him leave until he'd seen that blasted secrets post. At first he'd been annoyed, then mildly embarrassed that someone had apparently taken enough notice of his social life to think it ( Read more... )