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Scotty and Taylor eventually reached the warehouse, but it wasn't much warmer inside. She took a good look around. She recognized everything, and she smiled.

"What's got ye so happy?" Scotty asked, pulling on the infamous beanie. This just caused her to grin more. She loved that beanie.

"All this machinery makes me feel so at home." She replied, looking around.

Scotty grinned. "Good ta hear." He said, sitting down in a chair and propping his feet on the table.

This just caused Taylor to giggle quietly. "Nice and cozy?" She asked jokingly.

He turned his head and looked at her, grinning wider. "As cozy as ye can get here, aye." He responded. "Make yerself at home." He said, resting his head on the top of the chair.

Taylor looked around and found another seat not too far off, and sat down, mimicking Scotty's movements and propping her snow boots up on the table, placing her hands behind her head and relaxing.

Scotty looked at her once more and chuckled. "You and I will definitely get along, no problem."

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A few weeks into her stay on Delta Vega, Taylor felt like she'd known Scotty her whole life. She didn't start watching Star Trek until after the movie came out, so she'd only really known him for about a year and a half, but just by simply being around him she felt like she knew him better than most people she knew back home.

Of course, she missed home, and it wasn't always easy, but Scotty always made her feel better. It was pretty cute, since he'd break things purposely so she could fix it. She smiled to herself, finishing with a pipe he broke not too long ago.

She heard a shuffle from a few feet behind her, and Scotty muttering, and she turned her head. When she completely turned around, a new body slid out in front of her and stared at her. She looked down and saw the familiar face of none other than Keensner.

Keensner was a bit shorter than she expected. She was only about 5'3", and he only came up to her shoulder. She assumed they'd be the same size.

"Oh, hello. You must be Keensner, Scotty told me about you." She said with a smile.

Keensner visibly tensed, and he tried to hide behind the chair next to him, but he must've been too nervous, because he ended up on the wrong side.

"Uhm… You realize you're on the wrong side, right?" She said, quirking an eyebrow at him.

Scotty laughed and came out from around the transporter. "Dinnae mind him, he'll be like that around ye fer a while. Until he gets used to ye." He said. Keensner immediately darted behind him, trying to hide.

"Jeez, this reminds me of Cramer…" She said aloud.

"Cramer? Who might that be, lassie?" Scotty asked, moving out of the way, only to have Keensner dart behind him again.

Taylor chuckled. "My friend Steven has… had, a big dog. It was a mix, but I can't remember what they were. I went over to his house with my boyfriend at the time, and Cramer was dead afraid of me."

"Wait, ye had a man? You never tol' me that." Scotty said, furrowing his brow.

Taylor sighed. "Well, it doesn't seem like I'll be heading back any time soon, so I don't see how it mattered." She said, sitting on the table behind her.

"Ye know I love hearin' about yer life back then." He said, sitting in the seat as Keensner ran off.

She chuckled again. "His name was Wesley. He was about a month younger than me, and more than a foot taller than me. Skinny as a pole. He made me feel fat sometimes." She giggled. "We met in middle school, when I was 13. We discovered that our way of flirting all those years was through our mean actions towards each other. For the longest time, we thought the other hated us. Then, when we were 16, he took the risk and showed me he felt otherwise. After that, we started dating, and had been together ever since." She said.

"So, ye were like the typical wee lad an' lass who hid yer feelin's by being mean to each other?" He asked, folding his hands over his stomach, feet propped up on the table again.

She smiled. "Yeah, that was us. He was the only guy I was like that with. I had no idea why until we talked about it. He was like that because at first he was afraid I was trying to steal his friend away from him, but once he got over that, he realized he liked me." She replied.

"Ye sound like ye were serious about him." He said, sounding concerned.

"I was. I was in love with him, and I had been with him for over 2 and a half years. It's… Not that easy to get over." She said, looking at the floor.

He sighed and sat up, pulling her into a hug. "I'm sorry, lassie. It can't be easy." He said, gently rubbing her back.

She hugged him back. "I'm okay. I've come to accept that I won't see him again, but that doesn't make it any easier." She said.

"Aye, I can understand that." He said, pulling away from her. "Dinnae worry, I'll help ye feel better any way I can." He said, looking at her.

She smiled. "Thank you, Scotty. You know, I think you'd make a really cool uncle." She admitted to him.

He grinned broadly. "Then jus' call me Uncle Monty." He told her, making her giggle.

"If you say so." She said, also grinning.