Scones & Tea
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imasupermuteantTitle: Scones and Tea
Fandom: Star Trek TOS (or TAS, it doesn't really matter)
Pairing: Scotty/Bones (SCONES!!)
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 2150
Summary: Scotty and Bones receive an unexpected guest.
Note: This was originally a comment fic I made for the Ship Wars spirit week onst_respect. I've changed it a little, added a sentence here or there, but it's pretty much the same. You can find the original prompt and response HERE
Jenny Campbell had heard plenty of stories about the two old men who were staying down on Sheep Ridge road. Tammy, who was one grade above her and so, so cool, said that they were on the run from Klignon pirates and had single-handedly destroyed an entire starbase full of man-eating brain slugs. John said that they were actually federation agents who were planted to watch all the small towns in Scotland and report on anyone who seemed too 'dangerous'.
Ms. Jewels, the second grade teacher, said that they were Starfleet officers on a year-long sabbatical (she'd had to explain what 'sabbatical' meant), recovering from injuries sustained on a mission, but no one really believed that.
Jenny's Mam had told her "Mind your own damn business, lass!", which really didn't give Jenny any kind of answer at all, but it wasn't like Jenny could thoroughly express to her mother just why she needed to know. Jenny was well aware that telling her mother that Thomas McGrannagh had dared her to sneak into the cottage currently occupied by the strange old men would get her lectured and grounded, not more information.
Knowing this, Jenny decided that the information she had was the most that she was going to get. She was no scaredy cat, and her dubious reconnaissance was not going to keep her from showing Tommy McGrannagh who was braver.
That afternoon at precisely 3:24 pm (after school, but long before her mother expected her home for dinner, and a number that was divisible by 4) Jenny donned her most sneaky secretive garb and headed for the tall grasses that surrounded the cottage at the end of the lane.
She hummed an ancient 20th century spy-song under her breath as she headed through the wild vegetation and towards the porch. Surely the old men would be sleeping now, Jenny's grandfather always took a nap at this time of day, and so Jenny was absolutely sure that she wouldn't get caught and sold to Romulans.
"All I've got t'do is snag some proof that I've done it an' I'll be done." Jenny reminded herself.
She was just to the door, expecting to find it unlocked like most of the houses in the area, when a heavy hand fell down onto her shoulder and a dread chill traveled up her spine.
"What in the name of heaven and hell are you doing on my porch?" demanded a deep, rumbling voice that was most definitely Not From Around Here.
"Ummm..." She said, turning, her eyes traveling up and up for what felt like forever until she met the scowling face of one Leonard McCoy.
"Do you realize, young lady, that breaking and entering is a crime?"
Jenny's eyes widened, "I wasn't gonna take anything important!"
"So you were gonna take something?" He shouted.
"I wasn't!" She sniffled, an attempt to get sympathy at first but the man's scowling face and loud voice were beginning to scare her in earnest and she could feel herself actually beginning to cry, "It's all bloody stupid Tommy's fault, it is!"
"What is your mother's name young lady, I'm going to..."
"Please don't sell me to Romulan's! I..."
"Why hallo there!"
Jenny looked up through her welling tears to see a smiling man standing in the doorway. His right leg was encased in a complex mechanical structure and he was leaning on a pair of crutches as he approached the two of them on the porch.
"Now who is this bonnie lass come to keep me company?" Said the new man, grinning the biggest grin Jenny had ever seen and peering down at her like she was something new and wonderful and interesting.
"She's not here to keep you company, Monty, she's breaking into our house. And why are you standing? You're not supposed to be walking anywhere, damn it!"
Jenny looked frantically between the two men, expecting a fight or at least a good shouting match. No one ever got away with using that type of tone with her Mam.
Much to her surprise, the new stranger just laughed and waved off the scary man's comment like it had been nothing.
"I've got crutches haven't I?" He said, "I'm the one in the cast and I say she's here to keep us company."
With that he began moving into the house, shouting at the both of them as he hobbled towards the kitchen, "I've made scones and I'll put on some tea for our guest, aye?"
The man with his hands on her shoulder let loose a whispered "Damn it!" but guided Jenny, still leaking tears, into the house as well.
"Yer not going to be eatin' me then are ye?" She asked with a warble in her voice, "Or sellin' me to Romulans?"
"Just get in here kid, I ain't going to sell you to Romulans." He told her with a roll of his eyes, "And tell me who the hell you're mother is so we can give her a call."
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Fifteen minutes later Jenny found herself sitting at the kitchen table in the nice, cozy cottage on Sheep Ridge road, swinging her legs as she sipped a cup of tea and enjoyed a hot scone. The table itself was covered in various mechanical devices which Jenny found desperately interesting. She resisted asking about them, but only barely, because her Mam had told her that asking nosy questions was Rude and Inappropriate.
They had cleared a small space for her to sit with her treat while the scary man, who turned out to be a doctor, looked over her new friend's leg. It was quite obvious to Jenny that the injury was serious, but she wasn't afraid of any kind of blood or guts (no matter what John said) and so she kept her eyes focused on what they were doing.
"I'm Mr. Scott." The cheerful man had told her as they sat, "But all my friends call my Scotty."
"Why?" She asked, watching with a sidelong glance as the doctor fiddled with the complex mechanical brace.
"Well probably because I'm Scottish." He chuckled.
"I'm Scottish too!" She said "Can I be a Scotty?"
"Aye lass I suppose you could, but it would be a mite confusing then wouldn't it?"
"I suppose." She said, trying to cover her disappointment. Jenny had never had a nickname before.
"I think Jenny is a fine name." The angrier man muttered as he ran a tricorder over Mr. Scott's encased leg, "Don't need to go changing your name all over the place."
"See now," Scotty whispered, leaning in to give her a friendly grin, "McCoy isn't so scary, he's jus' a big softy deep down in his heart."
"I'll show you a big softy." Mr. McCoy grumbled again, but there seemed to be little actual venom in his voice.
"You might want to turn away for this," McCoy told Jenny as he began releasing the connectors on the brace."
"Aye, lass." Scotty told her, "It's not exactly a pretty sight."
"I'm not scared." She told them firmly, keeping herself from looking away as Mr. McCoy pulled the two separate pieces of the brace away to reveal a twisted facsimile of a limb.
Scotty's leg was most definitely not in the shape that a leg should be, twisting slightly a little bit past the knee. The skin wasn't red so much as violently purple with ropes of green and blue and yellow, with rough patches where it looked like it had been boiled or rubbed with a cheese grater. Jenny decided it was possibly the coolest looking wound ever.
"What happened?" Jenny asked, her eyes wide as McCoy began treating the limb with a medical spray.
"Well." Scotty explained, focusing his eyes on her face so as not to look at what remained of his leg, "I was workin' in the engine room of our ship, we work on a star ship you know, an' it was the middle of a nasty firefight with some Orion pirates..."
"Pirates?!" She gasped.
"Aye, pirates they were, and the worst kind. Anyway, I was working in the engine room when there was a misfire in one of the warp core couplings and a console exploded."
"Ooooh." She gasped.
"Don't let him make you think this was an accident." the Doctor growled, "The fool not only got his leg crushed, he also got drenched in gravomatrix lubricant..."
"Tha' stuff will burn your skin right off." Scotty explained.
"And he kept working until someone managed to get down there and drag him to sick bay."
There was something in McCoy's eyes that reminded Jenny of the time that her older brother Den had driven his motorcycle into a tree and Mam had spent the entire week in the hospital with a tight look on her face, snapping at everyone and anyone who came near.
She's nearly shouted Den back into the coma when he came out of it, but Jenny remembered how she had cried and cried the night he woke up.
"You saved the ship though, right?" She asked.
"That I did!" Scotty boasted.
"And nearly left her without a head engineer or a second officer." McCoy groused as he slid the brace back into place.
"You're an engineer?!" Jenny asked, suddenly enthralled with excitment, "Can you show me how to make a communicator?"
"Aye, that I might."
"And I could make a replicator!"
"Mayhap, if you had the materials..."
"And I could build a warp core in my room!"
"Now I don't think you'd really want to be doing warp fusion in your house, young lady."
"It would be fine." Jenny said, "Mam would let me. I already built a bike in the yard."
Scotty chuckled, "That she might, although a warp core is a might bigger and more dangerous than a bicycle."
"I got me leg stuck in the chain and I couldn't walk right for a whole month!" She informed him. Bicycles were too dangerous.
"Did ye get a scar?"
"Aye!" She rolled her pant leg up to give Scotty a view of the long white line that had only recently healed all the way.
Scotty whistled, "That's a big one, that is." He told her, nodding. Jenny decided that her scar must be the coolest if Scotty (who was bound to have some pretty amazing scars) thought it was neat.
She beamed.
"Oh fer Christ's sake!" McCoy growled, "Y'all need to stop comparing battle scars and drink your damn tea."
He crossed his arms at the both of them and glowered like her youngest brother Sam did when someone took away his stuffed dog.
Jenny and Scotty shared a conspiratorial look before bursting into laughter.
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Jenny's mother came to collect her at exactly 4:32 (which, to Jenny's delight, was also divisible by four), full of apologies and thanks for the trouble the two men had gone to. Scotty assured her that Jenny had been no trouble, and even gave them a plate of scones to take home. Giving Jenny's Mam a wink and a smile that left her giggling and a bit flush.
"I'm glad you didn't get blown up." Jenny informed him on the doorstep, where he was once again leaning on his crutches.
"Me too."
"And I think that Mr. McCoy is real glad too." She told him with a knowing grin that was far too old for her years.
He smiled, gave her a wave, and she was off home to call Thomas McGrannagh up on the phone and tell him what a lying liar he really was.
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After the young girl and her mother had safely departed, Scotty found himself wrapped up in a pair of strong, loving arms.
"I hate that story." Leonard mumbled into his shoulder.
"Ach, it isn't so bad." Scotty told him, "I'll be running on me own legs in no time."
"Don't." McCoy said, "Don't joke Monty. You almost died. I... I can't..."
"Hey." Scotty leaned in to give Leonard a gentle kiss, wiping away the beginnings of tears, "How about I take you upstairs and show you just how dead I'm not."
"How about I take you upstairs." Leonard countered, "And next time, tell those damn kids to get off our lawn. You know if you keep feeding them they'll keep coming back."
Scotty laughed, just as Leonard had intended him to, and let his lover help him up the stairs for a peaceful evening of lovemaking.
...And scones.
Fandom: Star Trek TOS (or TAS, it doesn't really matter)
Pairing: Scotty/Bones (SCONES!!)
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 2150
Summary: Scotty and Bones receive an unexpected guest.
Note: This was originally a comment fic I made for the Ship Wars spirit week on
st_respect. I've changed it a little, added a sentence here or there, but it's pretty much the same. You can find the original prompt and response HEREJenny Campbell had heard plenty of stories about the two old men who were staying down on Sheep Ridge road. Tammy, who was one grade above her and so, so cool, said that they were on the run from Klignon pirates and had single-handedly destroyed an entire starbase full of man-eating brain slugs. John said that they were actually federation agents who were planted to watch all the small towns in Scotland and report on anyone who seemed too 'dangerous'.
Ms. Jewels, the second grade teacher, said that they were Starfleet officers on a year-long sabbatical (she'd had to explain what 'sabbatical' meant), recovering from injuries sustained on a mission, but no one really believed that.
Jenny's Mam had told her "Mind your own damn business, lass!", which really didn't give Jenny any kind of answer at all, but it wasn't like Jenny could thoroughly express to her mother just why she needed to know. Jenny was well aware that telling her mother that Thomas McGrannagh had dared her to sneak into the cottage currently occupied by the strange old men would get her lectured and grounded, not more information.
Knowing this, Jenny decided that the information she had was the most that she was going to get. She was no scaredy cat, and her dubious reconnaissance was not going to keep her from showing Tommy McGrannagh who was braver.
That afternoon at precisely 3:24 pm (after school, but long before her mother expected her home for dinner, and a number that was divisible by 4) Jenny donned her most sneaky secretive garb and headed for the tall grasses that surrounded the cottage at the end of the lane.
She hummed an ancient 20th century spy-song under her breath as she headed through the wild vegetation and towards the porch. Surely the old men would be sleeping now, Jenny's grandfather always took a nap at this time of day, and so Jenny was absolutely sure that she wouldn't get caught and sold to Romulans.
"All I've got t'do is snag some proof that I've done it an' I'll be done." Jenny reminded herself.
She was just to the door, expecting to find it unlocked like most of the houses in the area, when a heavy hand fell down onto her shoulder and a dread chill traveled up her spine.
"What in the name of heaven and hell are you doing on my porch?" demanded a deep, rumbling voice that was most definitely Not From Around Here.
"Ummm..." She said, turning, her eyes traveling up and up for what felt like forever until she met the scowling face of one Leonard McCoy.
"Do you realize, young lady, that breaking and entering is a crime?"
Jenny's eyes widened, "I wasn't gonna take anything important!"
"So you were gonna take something?" He shouted.
"I wasn't!" She sniffled, an attempt to get sympathy at first but the man's scowling face and loud voice were beginning to scare her in earnest and she could feel herself actually beginning to cry, "It's all bloody stupid Tommy's fault, it is!"
"What is your mother's name young lady, I'm going to..."
"Please don't sell me to Romulan's! I..."
"Why hallo there!"
Jenny looked up through her welling tears to see a smiling man standing in the doorway. His right leg was encased in a complex mechanical structure and he was leaning on a pair of crutches as he approached the two of them on the porch.
"Now who is this bonnie lass come to keep me company?" Said the new man, grinning the biggest grin Jenny had ever seen and peering down at her like she was something new and wonderful and interesting.
"She's not here to keep you company, Monty, she's breaking into our house. And why are you standing? You're not supposed to be walking anywhere, damn it!"
Jenny looked frantically between the two men, expecting a fight or at least a good shouting match. No one ever got away with using that type of tone with her Mam.
Much to her surprise, the new stranger just laughed and waved off the scary man's comment like it had been nothing.
"I've got crutches haven't I?" He said, "I'm the one in the cast and I say she's here to keep us company."
With that he began moving into the house, shouting at the both of them as he hobbled towards the kitchen, "I've made scones and I'll put on some tea for our guest, aye?"
The man with his hands on her shoulder let loose a whispered "Damn it!" but guided Jenny, still leaking tears, into the house as well.
"Yer not going to be eatin' me then are ye?" She asked with a warble in her voice, "Or sellin' me to Romulans?"
"Just get in here kid, I ain't going to sell you to Romulans." He told her with a roll of his eyes, "And tell me who the hell you're mother is so we can give her a call."
--------------------
Fifteen minutes later Jenny found herself sitting at the kitchen table in the nice, cozy cottage on Sheep Ridge road, swinging her legs as she sipped a cup of tea and enjoyed a hot scone. The table itself was covered in various mechanical devices which Jenny found desperately interesting. She resisted asking about them, but only barely, because her Mam had told her that asking nosy questions was Rude and Inappropriate.
They had cleared a small space for her to sit with her treat while the scary man, who turned out to be a doctor, looked over her new friend's leg. It was quite obvious to Jenny that the injury was serious, but she wasn't afraid of any kind of blood or guts (no matter what John said) and so she kept her eyes focused on what they were doing.
"I'm Mr. Scott." The cheerful man had told her as they sat, "But all my friends call my Scotty."
"Why?" She asked, watching with a sidelong glance as the doctor fiddled with the complex mechanical brace.
"Well probably because I'm Scottish." He chuckled.
"I'm Scottish too!" She said "Can I be a Scotty?"
"Aye lass I suppose you could, but it would be a mite confusing then wouldn't it?"
"I suppose." She said, trying to cover her disappointment. Jenny had never had a nickname before.
"I think Jenny is a fine name." The angrier man muttered as he ran a tricorder over Mr. Scott's encased leg, "Don't need to go changing your name all over the place."
"See now," Scotty whispered, leaning in to give her a friendly grin, "McCoy isn't so scary, he's jus' a big softy deep down in his heart."
"I'll show you a big softy." Mr. McCoy grumbled again, but there seemed to be little actual venom in his voice.
"You might want to turn away for this," McCoy told Jenny as he began releasing the connectors on the brace."
"Aye, lass." Scotty told her, "It's not exactly a pretty sight."
"I'm not scared." She told them firmly, keeping herself from looking away as Mr. McCoy pulled the two separate pieces of the brace away to reveal a twisted facsimile of a limb.
Scotty's leg was most definitely not in the shape that a leg should be, twisting slightly a little bit past the knee. The skin wasn't red so much as violently purple with ropes of green and blue and yellow, with rough patches where it looked like it had been boiled or rubbed with a cheese grater. Jenny decided it was possibly the coolest looking wound ever.
"What happened?" Jenny asked, her eyes wide as McCoy began treating the limb with a medical spray.
"Well." Scotty explained, focusing his eyes on her face so as not to look at what remained of his leg, "I was workin' in the engine room of our ship, we work on a star ship you know, an' it was the middle of a nasty firefight with some Orion pirates..."
"Pirates?!" She gasped.
"Aye, pirates they were, and the worst kind. Anyway, I was working in the engine room when there was a misfire in one of the warp core couplings and a console exploded."
"Ooooh." She gasped.
"Don't let him make you think this was an accident." the Doctor growled, "The fool not only got his leg crushed, he also got drenched in gravomatrix lubricant..."
"Tha' stuff will burn your skin right off." Scotty explained.
"And he kept working until someone managed to get down there and drag him to sick bay."
There was something in McCoy's eyes that reminded Jenny of the time that her older brother Den had driven his motorcycle into a tree and Mam had spent the entire week in the hospital with a tight look on her face, snapping at everyone and anyone who came near.
She's nearly shouted Den back into the coma when he came out of it, but Jenny remembered how she had cried and cried the night he woke up.
"You saved the ship though, right?" She asked.
"That I did!" Scotty boasted.
"And nearly left her without a head engineer or a second officer." McCoy groused as he slid the brace back into place.
"You're an engineer?!" Jenny asked, suddenly enthralled with excitment, "Can you show me how to make a communicator?"
"Aye, that I might."
"And I could make a replicator!"
"Mayhap, if you had the materials..."
"And I could build a warp core in my room!"
"Now I don't think you'd really want to be doing warp fusion in your house, young lady."
"It would be fine." Jenny said, "Mam would let me. I already built a bike in the yard."
Scotty chuckled, "That she might, although a warp core is a might bigger and more dangerous than a bicycle."
"I got me leg stuck in the chain and I couldn't walk right for a whole month!" She informed him. Bicycles were too dangerous.
"Did ye get a scar?"
"Aye!" She rolled her pant leg up to give Scotty a view of the long white line that had only recently healed all the way.
Scotty whistled, "That's a big one, that is." He told her, nodding. Jenny decided that her scar must be the coolest if Scotty (who was bound to have some pretty amazing scars) thought it was neat.
She beamed.
"Oh fer Christ's sake!" McCoy growled, "Y'all need to stop comparing battle scars and drink your damn tea."
He crossed his arms at the both of them and glowered like her youngest brother Sam did when someone took away his stuffed dog.
Jenny and Scotty shared a conspiratorial look before bursting into laughter.
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Jenny's mother came to collect her at exactly 4:32 (which, to Jenny's delight, was also divisible by four), full of apologies and thanks for the trouble the two men had gone to. Scotty assured her that Jenny had been no trouble, and even gave them a plate of scones to take home. Giving Jenny's Mam a wink and a smile that left her giggling and a bit flush.
"I'm glad you didn't get blown up." Jenny informed him on the doorstep, where he was once again leaning on his crutches.
"Me too."
"And I think that Mr. McCoy is real glad too." She told him with a knowing grin that was far too old for her years.
He smiled, gave her a wave, and she was off home to call Thomas McGrannagh up on the phone and tell him what a lying liar he really was.
---------------
After the young girl and her mother had safely departed, Scotty found himself wrapped up in a pair of strong, loving arms.
"I hate that story." Leonard mumbled into his shoulder.
"Ach, it isn't so bad." Scotty told him, "I'll be running on me own legs in no time."
"Don't." McCoy said, "Don't joke Monty. You almost died. I... I can't..."
"Hey." Scotty leaned in to give Leonard a gentle kiss, wiping away the beginnings of tears, "How about I take you upstairs and show you just how dead I'm not."
"How about I take you upstairs." Leonard countered, "And next time, tell those damn kids to get off our lawn. You know if you keep feeding them they'll keep coming back."
Scotty laughed, just as Leonard had intended him to, and let his lover help him up the stairs for a peaceful evening of lovemaking.
...And scones.
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on 2010-05-26 04:24 pm (UTC)McCoy being the weird grumpy old man and Scotty being the awesome old dude with the food and the stories is totally awesome.
Also, I love the way you wrote Jenny. She's such a kid, without being stupid or just a mini-adult. She's got the little-kid logic going on, where she's scared of ridiculous things and thinks scary-gross things are cool. I loved being in her head, and hearing the story from her perspective.
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on 2010-05-26 07:29 pm (UTC)I'm glad that you liked Jenny because I'm always reluctant to write OCs, much less write from the POV of OCs, so when I succeed it's really exciting!
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on 2010-05-27 10:45 am (UTC)It's not just that she's an OC that caught my attention, it's that she's a child. There are soooo many poorly-written children out there written by otherwise very skillful authors. Soyeah, kudos. :) I'd love to read more Scones from her POV, if you feel the urge to write more in this universe.
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on 2010-05-27 03:50 pm (UTC)Jenny could very well be a reoccurring character. I love writing about kids ^_^