Fic: Tiny Spark (2/5)
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cloudydaiseTitle: Tiny Spark
Characters: Scotty/Gaila, Kirk, Spock, Uhura
Rating: Teen
Chapter Summary: Two words... nature hike.
Author's Note: Thanks tokh_mattie for helping a sista out. She is the shiznit.
What Scotty was currently experiencing was very disorienting - he could not figure out for the life of him how he'd gotten where he was. One minute he was innocently sneaking into the hotel lobby for a complimentary doughnut or two, and the next he was on a bloody nature hike.
All he'd wanted was breakfast. Unfortunately, his timing arranged for him to meet Lieutenant Uhura on the way out. And of course she wanted him to come on Spock's little expedition. Apparently, she wasn't expecting a big turnout, and apparently, that had the potential to hurt her boyfriend's feelings. This seemed slightly off to Scotty, because he'd been under the impression that Spock was a Vulcan, and Vulcans weren't all that big on feelings, but he had enough sense to keep such sentiments to himself. He didn't fancy getting clawed to death when he was so hung-over, and since he was still a little fuzzy around the edges, he couldn't think of a legitimate reason why he should be unable to attend. Thus, here he was, outside. Why had he been such a tightwad? If he'd coughed up the credits for some room service, this never would have happened. He would still be inside where it was quiet, and dark. Now, he was doomed to spend the entire day walking around with several people he had been trying to get away from for the extent of his shore leave, underneath the brightest sun that ever existed. He was convinced that there was no sun on any planet anywhere in the entire galaxy that suffered its days under such a roasting orb of fire.
"I believe you will find that this star creates almost precisely the same conditions on Risa as your sun does on Earth," said Spock. "Your complaints are illogical."
Huh. He must've said that out loud.
His companions on this terribly exciting trip, besides Spock and Devil Woman (as he felt partial to calling Uhura at the moment), were to be the Captain and Gaila. Kirk, of course, looked bored out of his mind straight from the get go, and Gaila looked like she was politely trying not to look bored straight from the get go. Scotty couldn't imagine Spock caring all that much whether or not anyone was with him, but Uhura's arms were crossed in a very threatening manner and her expression indicated she was determined this silly thing be a success, even if she had to drag unsuspecting crewmates along kicking and screaming. Not that Scotty would have stood for anyone around him screaming, or making any kind of loud noises whatsoever - he was much more interested in their being quiet and leaving him in peace.
As they were led out into the trees beyond the entrance to the hotel, Scotty suppressed a sigh of frustration. Not even Gaila's presence could convince him this little excursion was worthwhile. Well, why would it? All she'd done was demonstrate an impressive tolerance for disgusting alien alcohol. What was so fantastic about that? It didn't mean a thing. And anyway, he wasn't interested. Not even with those adorable little sideways glances she kept giving him. Because, let's face it, she was still just as green as she was last night.
Not that there was anything at all wrong with the fact that she was green. Because there wasn't. Not at all. It's just that, traditionally, his type were girls that landed squarely in the "human" category. Well. As far as he knew, at least. There were a couple of times he could recall where he hadn't strictly asked, and it had been fairly dark at the time, so...
But he figured what he didn't know couldn't hurt him, unless he received news from Dr. McCoy that related otherwise.
All that to say, pretty or not, drop dead gorgeous or not, he just wasn't interested. Not even when she smelled like... like sweet, sweet ambrosia, a gift from the gods... okay, he really needed to stop walking so close to her.
Spock had, by now, been droning on and on about every minute detail of the bizarre reproductive ritual of the common Risan Bee, since apparently one had flown by, and apparently, they were all supposed to care. Naturally, Scotty wasn't paying any attention - although he perked up with some alarm at the phrase "the virgin queen organizes and leads a passionate mid-air orgy," which was a combination of words he had never expected to hear coming out of Spock's mouth, and one he quite hoped he never would again. He was, for the most part, preoccupied with the discomfort the blistering sun was causing his pale Scottish skin, and the fact that every snapping twig, barking chipmunk and screeching jackdaw he heard in this bloody forest seemed to echo painfully around the inside of his skull. And as much as he told himself he didn't care - and he really didn't, by the way - he found himself increasingly intrigued by the conversation Gaila seemed to be having with their dear Captain Kirk.
"Come on. We had some good times back at the Academy, didn't we?" he was saying. They were walking a few paces in front of him - the path was just wide enough for two to walk comfortably side by side, which saw Spock and Uhura in the lead, Gaila and Kirk just behind and Scotty bringing up the rear, lagging as much as he could get away with and still hear what was going on in front of him. He kept his head down, doing what he thought was a bang-up job of looking casually disinterested.
"I seem to recall that we almost had some good times at the Academy," Gaila whispered back, her voice teasing.
Kirk laughed a little too loudly at that, earning a glare from Uhura that silenced him temporarily. "Well, why don't we pick up where we left off?" he said, once it was safe. Was that voice intended to be seductive? Scotty silently thanked God he wasn't a woman. "You were always one of my favorites, you know."
Gaila rolled her eyes. "That's very charming."
"Gaila, you know it's true."
"You are such a liar."
"You didn't think I was so bad when you were confessing your passionate love for me."
"I did say that, didn't I?" Gaila gave him a puzzled look. "That is so weird."
Kirk grinned. "We had something special."
"Special access to the computer lab, you mean." Gaila's eyes were twinkling. Scotty could only see the side of her face as she looked at the Captain, but he was certain it was true. "Give it up, sir. I’ve moved on. Several times.”
“Is that so?”
“Why don’t you pay attention to the nature talk? Seems like you could stand to learn a thing or two.”
Kirk started to protest, but Gaila was already ignoring him. She cleared her throat to get Spock's attention and raised her hand. “Isn’t it true, Mr. Spock, that after one of these flying orgies, the male Risan bees directly involved experience a certain loss, of sorts?”
One of Spock’s eyebrows went up. “Yes, Technician, that is correct. Once they have attempted to mate with the female virgin queen, successful or not, the male’s testicles detach. In fact, they explode, quite spectacularly.”
Scotty tried his damndest to conceal his horrified laughter with a violent coughing fit. Kirk looked sick to his stomach. He’d subconsciously started leaning away from Gaila after this pertinent bit of information had come to light, while simultaneously trying to look like it was no big deal. He was a terrible actor – clearly, he thought this was a very big deal.
“Hmm. What an interesting turn of evolution,” said Gaila, conversationally.
“Quite,” said Spock.
As the oblivious Vulcan turned and continued on his way, Gaila looked over her shoulder at Scotty. She gave him that same wink of hers again, just like last night, then turned back forward.
And there was no doubt about it, not anymore. That Gaila was a firecracker.
Chapter Three
Characters: Scotty/Gaila, Kirk, Spock, Uhura
Rating: Teen
Chapter Summary: Two words... nature hike.
Author's Note: Thanks to
kh_mattie for helping a sista out. She is the shiznit. What Scotty was currently experiencing was very disorienting - he could not figure out for the life of him how he'd gotten where he was. One minute he was innocently sneaking into the hotel lobby for a complimentary doughnut or two, and the next he was on a bloody nature hike.
All he'd wanted was breakfast. Unfortunately, his timing arranged for him to meet Lieutenant Uhura on the way out. And of course she wanted him to come on Spock's little expedition. Apparently, she wasn't expecting a big turnout, and apparently, that had the potential to hurt her boyfriend's feelings. This seemed slightly off to Scotty, because he'd been under the impression that Spock was a Vulcan, and Vulcans weren't all that big on feelings, but he had enough sense to keep such sentiments to himself. He didn't fancy getting clawed to death when he was so hung-over, and since he was still a little fuzzy around the edges, he couldn't think of a legitimate reason why he should be unable to attend. Thus, here he was, outside. Why had he been such a tightwad? If he'd coughed up the credits for some room service, this never would have happened. He would still be inside where it was quiet, and dark. Now, he was doomed to spend the entire day walking around with several people he had been trying to get away from for the extent of his shore leave, underneath the brightest sun that ever existed. He was convinced that there was no sun on any planet anywhere in the entire galaxy that suffered its days under such a roasting orb of fire.
"I believe you will find that this star creates almost precisely the same conditions on Risa as your sun does on Earth," said Spock. "Your complaints are illogical."
Huh. He must've said that out loud.
His companions on this terribly exciting trip, besides Spock and Devil Woman (as he felt partial to calling Uhura at the moment), were to be the Captain and Gaila. Kirk, of course, looked bored out of his mind straight from the get go, and Gaila looked like she was politely trying not to look bored straight from the get go. Scotty couldn't imagine Spock caring all that much whether or not anyone was with him, but Uhura's arms were crossed in a very threatening manner and her expression indicated she was determined this silly thing be a success, even if she had to drag unsuspecting crewmates along kicking and screaming. Not that Scotty would have stood for anyone around him screaming, or making any kind of loud noises whatsoever - he was much more interested in their being quiet and leaving him in peace.
As they were led out into the trees beyond the entrance to the hotel, Scotty suppressed a sigh of frustration. Not even Gaila's presence could convince him this little excursion was worthwhile. Well, why would it? All she'd done was demonstrate an impressive tolerance for disgusting alien alcohol. What was so fantastic about that? It didn't mean a thing. And anyway, he wasn't interested. Not even with those adorable little sideways glances she kept giving him. Because, let's face it, she was still just as green as she was last night.
Not that there was anything at all wrong with the fact that she was green. Because there wasn't. Not at all. It's just that, traditionally, his type were girls that landed squarely in the "human" category. Well. As far as he knew, at least. There were a couple of times he could recall where he hadn't strictly asked, and it had been fairly dark at the time, so...
But he figured what he didn't know couldn't hurt him, unless he received news from Dr. McCoy that related otherwise.
All that to say, pretty or not, drop dead gorgeous or not, he just wasn't interested. Not even when she smelled like... like sweet, sweet ambrosia, a gift from the gods... okay, he really needed to stop walking so close to her.
Spock had, by now, been droning on and on about every minute detail of the bizarre reproductive ritual of the common Risan Bee, since apparently one had flown by, and apparently, they were all supposed to care. Naturally, Scotty wasn't paying any attention - although he perked up with some alarm at the phrase "the virgin queen organizes and leads a passionate mid-air orgy," which was a combination of words he had never expected to hear coming out of Spock's mouth, and one he quite hoped he never would again. He was, for the most part, preoccupied with the discomfort the blistering sun was causing his pale Scottish skin, and the fact that every snapping twig, barking chipmunk and screeching jackdaw he heard in this bloody forest seemed to echo painfully around the inside of his skull. And as much as he told himself he didn't care - and he really didn't, by the way - he found himself increasingly intrigued by the conversation Gaila seemed to be having with their dear Captain Kirk.
"Come on. We had some good times back at the Academy, didn't we?" he was saying. They were walking a few paces in front of him - the path was just wide enough for two to walk comfortably side by side, which saw Spock and Uhura in the lead, Gaila and Kirk just behind and Scotty bringing up the rear, lagging as much as he could get away with and still hear what was going on in front of him. He kept his head down, doing what he thought was a bang-up job of looking casually disinterested.
"I seem to recall that we almost had some good times at the Academy," Gaila whispered back, her voice teasing.
Kirk laughed a little too loudly at that, earning a glare from Uhura that silenced him temporarily. "Well, why don't we pick up where we left off?" he said, once it was safe. Was that voice intended to be seductive? Scotty silently thanked God he wasn't a woman. "You were always one of my favorites, you know."
Gaila rolled her eyes. "That's very charming."
"Gaila, you know it's true."
"You are such a liar."
"You didn't think I was so bad when you were confessing your passionate love for me."
"I did say that, didn't I?" Gaila gave him a puzzled look. "That is so weird."
Kirk grinned. "We had something special."
"Special access to the computer lab, you mean." Gaila's eyes were twinkling. Scotty could only see the side of her face as she looked at the Captain, but he was certain it was true. "Give it up, sir. I’ve moved on. Several times.”
“Is that so?”
“Why don’t you pay attention to the nature talk? Seems like you could stand to learn a thing or two.”
Kirk started to protest, but Gaila was already ignoring him. She cleared her throat to get Spock's attention and raised her hand. “Isn’t it true, Mr. Spock, that after one of these flying orgies, the male Risan bees directly involved experience a certain loss, of sorts?”
One of Spock’s eyebrows went up. “Yes, Technician, that is correct. Once they have attempted to mate with the female virgin queen, successful or not, the male’s testicles detach. In fact, they explode, quite spectacularly.”
Scotty tried his damndest to conceal his horrified laughter with a violent coughing fit. Kirk looked sick to his stomach. He’d subconsciously started leaning away from Gaila after this pertinent bit of information had come to light, while simultaneously trying to look like it was no big deal. He was a terrible actor – clearly, he thought this was a very big deal.
“Hmm. What an interesting turn of evolution,” said Gaila, conversationally.
“Quite,” said Spock.
As the oblivious Vulcan turned and continued on his way, Gaila looked over her shoulder at Scotty. She gave him that same wink of hers again, just like last night, then turned back forward.
And there was no doubt about it, not anymore. That Gaila was a firecracker.
Chapter Three