May 12
A/N: Hi! Two things: 1) This chapter's short. But it seemed to be finished so I left it the way it is. Like yesterday's, I leave what happens next to your imagination. (Is that cheating? If so, I apologize!) 2) Tomorrow night is commencement at the college where I work. So I won't get home until really really late. (Well, late for me. But I'm old.) So I don't think they'll be a chapter tomorrow. I doubt I'll have time to write 2 on Friday which means we may be a day off until Saturday or Sunday when I will have time to write 2 chapters. (I meant to get a chapter ahead so I didn't have to skip tomorrow night but damn Real Life keeps getting in the way. OMG. Being a responsible adult is soooo overrated!) Hope you enjoy this chapter. And I'll get back on track as soon as I can. Thanks!
James Bond: You don't think I enjoyed what we did this evening, do you? What I did tonight was for King and country! You don't think it gave me any pleasure, do you?
Scotty rang the bell and waited to be admitted. When the doors slid open, he was a little surprised to see Christine on the other side. Not that her presence was surprising since it was her quarters. Rather it was the way in which she was dressed. She was wearing a fluffy pink robe with matching fluffy pink bedroom shoes. Her hair was held back from her face by a wide band, the same color as her robe. On the whole, Scotty couldn't remember seeing a more endearing sight in a very long time.
"Scotty," Chris said in clear surprise. "What can I do for you?"
"I had some time, lassie, and was thinkin' I'd come take a quick look at your faulty dispenser," he explained, lifting the tool kit he held in his left hand.
"Are you sure?" she asked. "It's kinda late. You must be off duty by now."
He shrugged at her words. "What has a bloke like me ta do when I'm not workin'?"
She smiled in response to that, a smile that melted some part of his heart he didn't know was frozen. Only then did occur to him that maybe she was not alone in her quarters and she was trying subtly to be rid of him. Her smile could melt the hearts of most of the beings on the ship so what made him think she was alone?
"Iffn I'm distrubin' you, I can return tomorrow," he said, worried about the way he was suddenly barging in, and slowly backed up.
"Don't be silly," she said with a delightful laugh, stepping out of the way to wave him further in. "You aren't disturbing me at all. Please, do come in."
He nodded, accepting her invitation. Once inside, he heard a voice with a familiar accent speaking from his left. "What's that you are watchin'?"
"An old holovid. A Bond movie," she said, waving over at it.
"Ahh…Sean Connery. He was the rightful Bond," Scotty said, moving closer to better see the vid. He nodded in recognition. "Goldfinger."
"Yeah. They are all kind of…ridiculous. But it helps me forget about everything else," she said, the smile still in place as she watched the super-spy defeat yet another bad guy.
"I know what it is you're sayin'," he agreed. "Well, I won't be in your way as I look over your dispenser."
She waved a casual hand toward it before focusing back on him. "Wouldn't you rather watch the movie with me? It's barely started. And I have this fresh popcorn."
"You sure I won't be in your way, lassie?" Scotty asked, needing to be certain.
"In my way?" she laughed. "I'd love the company. As long as you promise not to talk about hyposprays or fractures."
"You have my word," he agreed happily. "Nor will I be discussin' warp engines or nacelles."
"That's a deal," Chris said, sitting in one of her comfortable chairs. "Sit."
He nodded, sitting next to her and putting his tools on the floor.
"I don't have anything alcoholic to drink," she said with a tone of apology.
"Ahh… no need to be worryin' about that," he said, reaching into his oversize tool kit. "I'm always prepared."
"So I see," she laughed.
"Martini," he claimed.
"Shaken, not stirred," she finished for him.
