A/N: Okay, not-so-quick thing here. This is probably AU and definitely completely my fanon, because I'm pretty sure Scotty doesn't even have siblings, let alone three sisters and a British mum. Still, I would like to offer this little thing saying ages and such, or else this might get confusing.

Cheri: Youngest child. Age 3.
Peigi: Second youngest. Age 5.
Montgomery: Middle child of sorts. Age 10
Kyla: Oldest child. Age 13.

I hope this is is at least half-useful in the future.


"Mum! Eddy's being mean at me!"

"I am not! I jus' don' wanna play her stupid games again! Can't I help Da work on that new antique car he got?"

"No! Ye said ye'd play!"

"Noooo, I said I'd help ye with tha' "independent readin'" thing yer doin' and maybe play after. Come on Mum, please?"

Kristine Scott (a last name she found greatly ironic in considering her husband was Scottish while she was a born and bred Brit) laughed silently, shaking her head as she continued preparing dinner. Her children were always fighting. Always. At least Kyla wasn't back from her friend's yet, otherwise there could have been a full-blown explosion. Unfortunately, she'd be home before dinner. Ah, family.

"Edward-"

Montgomery rolled his eyes. "Mum, I kno' ye like tha' name better, but please at least call me Scotty, like ma friend's do. Ye kno' I hate to be called Edward." Except by his sisters, because they could easily beat him to a pulp, and he didn't want that to happen.

Kristine rolled her eyes, and continued chopping carrots. "Fine, Scotty, play with Peigi until Kyla gets home, then you can go help your dad work on the corvette. Happy?" Peigi (short for Maighread) grinned triumphantly, and Scotty pouted.

"But Mum!"

She whirled on him, a disapproving look on her face. He gulped. Living in a house full of women, a lad had to learn quick. Because four girls versus two boys was not a fair fight, especially when the boys' opinions didn't count, apparently.

"No but's mister! Not run along so I can finish dinner." She said, shooing him off gently, turning back to the counter.

And as Peigi dragged him off, only one muttered word could seem fitting to the young Scot.

"D'Arvit."

"Mum! Eddy said a naughty word!"

"Montgomery Edward Scott!"

"Double D'Arvit."


A/N: For those of you who have never read my fics with Scotty before, D'Arvit is a Gaelic curse word. Guess where he picked it up? Da!