“Och, lad,” Scotty held out his hands, trying to prevent the other Scott's exit in the least confrontational manner possible—god knew he didn't enjoy being patronized or commanded at that age, either. “Ya' dunnae ken.”
He paused and tried to formulate an explanation for a situation he didn't fully comprehend himself. The effort was tiring and, after several seconds, Scotty just let out a low, plosive, guffaw. With all the mucking up of temporal physics this ship had gone through, it was a wonder they'd not cracked the universe itself in two. As he imagined it, another thought occurred to him.
“Cor, mate, dinnae ya join Starfleet wher' yer from?” Scotty prompted, knowing full well that he had. “Isn't a favor I'll be doin ya', keepin' ya on, least till we can git back ta' San Francisco.” Scotty scrubbed his hand through his hair and eyed the kid. “It's what we do fer' any officer stranded in strange places.”
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Date: 2009-08-09 05:12 am (UTC)He paused and tried to formulate an explanation for a situation he didn't fully comprehend himself. The effort was tiring and, after several seconds, Scotty just let out a low, plosive, guffaw. With all the mucking up of temporal physics this ship had gone through, it was a wonder they'd not cracked the universe itself in two. As he imagined it, another thought occurred to him.
“Cor, mate, dinnae ya join Starfleet wher' yer from?” Scotty prompted, knowing full well that he had. “Isn't a favor I'll be doin ya', keepin' ya on, least till we can git back ta' San Francisco.” Scotty scrubbed his hand through his hair and eyed the kid. “It's what we do fer' any officer stranded in strange places.”