Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!bigfeed2.bellsouth.net!news.bellsouth.net!cyclone1.gnilink.net!gnilink.net!news.glorb.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!newsread.com!newsstand.newsread.com!POSTED.monger.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: <20040905192052.22659.qmail@web60804.mail.yahoo.com> From: Farfalla MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW TOS "Great Scott!" Sc, f, K/S implied [PG-13] title and revengefic Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 192 Date: Sun, 05 Sep 2004 20:55:08 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1094417708 209.198.142.218 (Sun, 05 Sep 2004 16:55:08 EDT) NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 05 Sep 2004 16:55:08 EDT Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:83682 X-Received-Date: Sun, 05 Sep 2004 13:55:13 PDT (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: Great Scott! Author: Farfalla the Butterfly-Kitten Email: blueberrysnail at yahoo dot com Website: http://cosmicduckling.com Codes: Sc, f, K/S implied Rating: PG-13 Written for Stephen's Revenge Fic and Bad Title challenges, ASCEM summer of 2004. Summary: I try to be nice to all the characters, so it GREAT SCOTT! "Or maybe I could have Kirk and Spock groping each other in a hot air balloon." Farfalla lay across the denim-covered sofa, chatting on her cell phone with Hypatia. At her feet, Claudia the Big Black Cat was engaged in a very complicated snoozing ritual, which consisted of looking intensely cute while doing absolutely nothing. The light from a bright sunny Florida day, temperature 427 degrees F in the shade, shone in through the sliding glass door. Suddenly, the phone crackled, and Hypatia's answer to the plotbunny was lost in space. Farf looked at the phone screen. Oh, well, a dropped connection was no big deal. She hit '7' and waited for the phone to redial, but it wouldn't. She would have kept trying, but just then, Claudia leapt off the sofa and dashed from the room. Being that this was the most energy the cat had expended in nearly a week, Farfalla knew something had to be wrong. And it was. "Och! Bloody weather. What're ye tryin' te do, melt me transporter beam?" By the time the words were out, the hefty man had appeared in full uniformed glory in the center of the living room. "Captain Scott?" Farf sat still on the sofa, blinking rapidly. "Scotty's fine, lass. Ah'm not on duty, and even if Ah am here te yell at ye a wee bit, we can at least be friends first." "Yell at me?" *Oh, shit, this is about K/S, isn't it....* was Farf's first thought. She instantly pulled all of her pre-rehearsed defenses into the front of her mind. "Ye've been neglecting me, lass!" Scotty exclaimed. "Oh," said Farf hastily. "I'm sorry." *Whew! At least about this I agree with him.* "Sorry, she says! Why does every bleedin' member of the Enterprise crew get more romance than I do? Jim and Mr. Spock, the doctor and that randy little yeoman of 'is, Mr. Chekov, Uhura, Sulu and Janice Rand... even Chapel gets more attention from ye than I do. Who d'ye think saves all their necks, day in and day out, workin' mah miracles there in the engine room? Don't ye think I deserve at least a wee bit of your attention?" "I'm sorry," Farfalla repeated. "You always seemed so happy and self-sufficient with your engines and the ship and stuff." "Well, *youu*," he replied acidly, his accent and tone reminding her of Indiana Jones' father yelling at Indy in her favorite movie, "seem happy enough with your computer, or with your fiddle, but you'd never want to be without--" "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Listen, can I get you a drink?" "What d'ye have, lass?" "Umm.... Manischewicz? It's a wine." She smiled sheepishly. "Ah know what it is, lass. Sure, Ah wouldna mind a glass o' grape juice." She stood up and walked into the kitchen. "I did write you a smutty limerick," she pointed out as she poured him a glass of wine. "You hooked up with five girls at once at the Highland Games." "A bloody limerick?" Scott followed her to the kitchen, nearly tripping over the wheels of Maoric's desk chair. "Lassie, how many stories have you written about Kirk and Spock?" "Sixty-four." She handed him the glass. "Thank ye. Is that counting the ones in the current Side by Sides?" "No, that brings it up to over seventy. Probably about seventy-five if you count the ones I submitted to zines that aren't out yet." "Seventy-five bloody stories about the same two people!" he roared, and chugged the wine down with one gulp. "And meanwhile, there I sit, lonely every night with only mah bagpipes to comfort me...." There were almost tears in his eyes. "What about Mira or M'Ress?" Farfalla poured herself her fifteenth glass of the day of cherry Koolaid. "They're verra lovely, but you've never written me with either of 'em," Scotty said mournfully. "In your universe Ah never get laid at all." "I never meant to imply that." "You go on and on about Jim's big belly. Ah'm fat, too! Why don't ye write about *me*?" "Look, I said I was sorry. How can I make it up to you?" "Start writin' about me, obviously." "But my inspirations lie in a different direction." "That makes no sense, lass. Ye love Scottish music, ye love haggis. Your mum read ye Macbeth when ye were a wee thing of six years old. Ye're even wearing plaid now." "What, this purple flannel? Seems more lesbian than Scottish." "Dinna try to distract me." He shook his finger at her. "Ah want ye to promise me that somewhere on Cosmic Duckling, Ah'll have a nice long romance with a woman. Not just a limerick." "It can't be McCoy? That would make T'Len happy..." "Nae it canna be McCoy!" he yelled. "He snores." "Okay, okay, I promise. Anyone in particular?" "Anyone will do at this point," he grumbled. "Well, Ah'd best be leavin' ye now. Good luck wi' your writin', lass!" And he was gone, with a shimmer. "Hey, he took my cup," Farfalla said to the cat. "Mrr?" said Claudia. "Maybe I'll write him with that aquatic woman from the Animated Series," Farf said as she made her way over to her computer. "They did seem kinda friendly. What was her name, Rima or something?" // ===== Farfalla's Kirk/Spock happyplace @ http://cosmicduckling.com/spirk Stories, humor, cartoons, poetry, screencaptures, & more! All-Ages Kirk/Spock Archive @ http://www.thyla.com G-PG13 K/S; Over 90 authors & artists featured! _______________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Win 1 of 4,000 free domain names from Yahoo! Enter now. http://promotions.yahoo.com/goldrush ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: