Signal Fire (7/7)
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cloudydaiseSignal Fire
Scotty/Gaila
PG13
Scotty woke up in Sickbay.
"Gaila," he said, and she was there immediately. She looked exhausted, and Scotty knew she had probably been there however long he had been.
"I'm here," she said, taking his hand.
"Why are you crying?" Scotty asked.
"Because you remember me," she said.
"How could I forget you?"
"I don't know. But you did for a little while."
Apparently, they had escaped from the planet three days ago. His injuries had been severe... McCoy the miracle worker had healed him in surgery, but he'd been in and out of a heavy sleep since then. The first time he woke up, he didn't remember anything about anyone.
"It was horrible," said Gaila, sniffing a little. "You didn't even know my name..."
"I'm sorry," Scotty croaked. His throat was dry. Gaila went and got him some water. Nurse Chapel came over to check his vitals.
"Good to see you back in the land of the living, Mr. Scott," she said. "You'll need to stay here another day or so for observation, but then you'll be good to go."
"Lovely," he responded, then he gulped down the glass of water. "Is Poppy all right?" he asked Gaila.
"She's fine," she answered. "We've contacted her extended family and we're going to drop her off at Capello IV, with her aunt and uncle. She's adjusting well, but she'll probably have to go to counseling for a long time."
Scotty squeezed Gaila's hand. "She'll be all right," he said. "She's a tough lass." He almost said, she reminded me of you, but from the look on her face he saw he didn't need to.
"What about Telak?" he asked, almost wary.
"He's dead," Gaila said flatly.
Well, that was that.
Gaila climbed onto the bed with him, curled into his side with her head on his shoulder. "I never want to do that again."
They were quiet then, simply enjoying each other's company in the safety and muted quiet of Sickbay.
After a long time, Scotty spoke. "Gaila, I have to ask you something."
"Yeah?"
"When we were trying to escape, before we got to the shuttle bay, you said... a certain something..."
"Yes..." she said cautiously, and Scotty knew that she knew what he meant.
"I'm a little foggy on the details, being in the state that I was, but I'm almost certain you said... you know. That word."
Gaila laughed a little. "You're talking about when I said I still loved you despite the fact that you're a terrible role model for children."
"Yes. That."
"Well, you are a terrible role model."
"I know, but that isn't exactly the most important part of that sentence..."
Gaila sat up and looked at him. Her face was clean of makeup, and her hair hung loosely around her face, tangled and frizzy from neglect. In no world that Scotty could imagine would exist a version of him that did not fall in love with her, because she was beautiful and exquisite even when she hasn't had a solid stretch of sleep in thirty six hours or whatever it was. And now, after all they had just gone through together, Scotty could not let himself continue to exist in a world where he had not told her, where he had waited so long to just say it, that word, the thing that had been taken for granted by the both of them, how he felt.
"Gaila, I love you," he said, and it flew off his tongue like he'd set something inside him free.
Gaila's mouth twisted into a coy smile. "Do you really?" she asked, leaning towards him.
"Yes, I do," Scotty said firmly. "And I'm a complete child for not telling you sooner."
Gaila kissed him. "I love you, Mr. Scott."
"You know, I think I might like it if you moved in with me."
"Will I get more than just the one drawer?"
"As long as I get more than one drawer, I think we can arrange that."
"Check another one off the list..."
"What list?"
"The list of Domestic Things to Do Before I Die."
Scotty laughed. "How far down this list are we?"
She settled back into his arms and got comfortable. Her voice was tired and content. "It's more of an abstract concept..."
After a while, her breathing evened and slowed and she was asleep.
Scotty held her protectively for a long time.
Scotty/Gaila
PG13
Scotty woke up in Sickbay.
"Gaila," he said, and she was there immediately. She looked exhausted, and Scotty knew she had probably been there however long he had been.
"I'm here," she said, taking his hand.
"Why are you crying?" Scotty asked.
"Because you remember me," she said.
"How could I forget you?"
"I don't know. But you did for a little while."
Apparently, they had escaped from the planet three days ago. His injuries had been severe... McCoy the miracle worker had healed him in surgery, but he'd been in and out of a heavy sleep since then. The first time he woke up, he didn't remember anything about anyone.
"It was horrible," said Gaila, sniffing a little. "You didn't even know my name..."
"I'm sorry," Scotty croaked. His throat was dry. Gaila went and got him some water. Nurse Chapel came over to check his vitals.
"Good to see you back in the land of the living, Mr. Scott," she said. "You'll need to stay here another day or so for observation, but then you'll be good to go."
"Lovely," he responded, then he gulped down the glass of water. "Is Poppy all right?" he asked Gaila.
"She's fine," she answered. "We've contacted her extended family and we're going to drop her off at Capello IV, with her aunt and uncle. She's adjusting well, but she'll probably have to go to counseling for a long time."
Scotty squeezed Gaila's hand. "She'll be all right," he said. "She's a tough lass." He almost said, she reminded me of you, but from the look on her face he saw he didn't need to.
"What about Telak?" he asked, almost wary.
"He's dead," Gaila said flatly.
Well, that was that.
Gaila climbed onto the bed with him, curled into his side with her head on his shoulder. "I never want to do that again."
They were quiet then, simply enjoying each other's company in the safety and muted quiet of Sickbay.
After a long time, Scotty spoke. "Gaila, I have to ask you something."
"Yeah?"
"When we were trying to escape, before we got to the shuttle bay, you said... a certain something..."
"Yes..." she said cautiously, and Scotty knew that she knew what he meant.
"I'm a little foggy on the details, being in the state that I was, but I'm almost certain you said... you know. That word."
Gaila laughed a little. "You're talking about when I said I still loved you despite the fact that you're a terrible role model for children."
"Yes. That."
"Well, you are a terrible role model."
"I know, but that isn't exactly the most important part of that sentence..."
Gaila sat up and looked at him. Her face was clean of makeup, and her hair hung loosely around her face, tangled and frizzy from neglect. In no world that Scotty could imagine would exist a version of him that did not fall in love with her, because she was beautiful and exquisite even when she hasn't had a solid stretch of sleep in thirty six hours or whatever it was. And now, after all they had just gone through together, Scotty could not let himself continue to exist in a world where he had not told her, where he had waited so long to just say it, that word, the thing that had been taken for granted by the both of them, how he felt.
"Gaila, I love you," he said, and it flew off his tongue like he'd set something inside him free.
Gaila's mouth twisted into a coy smile. "Do you really?" she asked, leaning towards him.
"Yes, I do," Scotty said firmly. "And I'm a complete child for not telling you sooner."
Gaila kissed him. "I love you, Mr. Scott."
"You know, I think I might like it if you moved in with me."
"Will I get more than just the one drawer?"
"As long as I get more than one drawer, I think we can arrange that."
"Check another one off the list..."
"What list?"
"The list of Domestic Things to Do Before I Die."
Scotty laughed. "How far down this list are we?"
She settled back into his arms and got comfortable. Her voice was tired and content. "It's more of an abstract concept..."
After a while, her breathing evened and slowed and she was asleep.
Scotty held her protectively for a long time.