Series: TOS/New Frontier
Summary: On Argelius Scotty makes an interesting new acquaintance Note: Takes place after the TNG episode "Relics" and before Peter Davids's New Frontoer books. In one Burgoyne mentions, that s/he had once met an old engineer in a bar on Argelius who only regarding to the description can only be Scotty. They drunk each other under the table but who knows what else they did.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story don't belong to me. I only borrowed them for some fun. No moneymaking, no violation of copyrights are intended. The story is mine and it is just fanfiction. If you are under age, please stay away. If you have a problem with this topic, then look elsewhere for your entertainment. English is not my native language, so please be patient with my mistakes. Thanks to Lady Charena for the beta. For all remaining errors, blame me.
"Hello, Lassie", Montgomery Scott, once chief-engineer of the famous star-ship Enterprise under the command of the even more famous Captain James T. Kirk and recently saved from the Jenolan's transporterbeam, he was hiding in for 75 years, from the new Enterprise under the command of Jean-Luc Picard walked - a drink in his hand - to a table in a famous infamous bar on the famous infamous planet Argelius. He just had picked the table which occupant looked among the few guests, which frequented the bar at this early hour, most interesting to him. "May I join you?", he finished to soothe his little polite words.
"I'm not a girl," the person at the table answered and showed him not at all unfriendly pointed teeth, then winked him to sit down.
"A lad?" Scotty asked confused asked and gazed over him..
The teeth were once more shown "No."
The Scotsman was now really confused. He wrinkled his forehead. One of these two options the other had to be after all. "What then?" he asked.
"Neither or both in one." S/he rose and bowed briefly. "I'm a Hermat, Burgoyne 172 by name." S/he extended hir hand.
The old engineer shook his head. "What peoples are known this days, at my time... " Remembering his good old manners he also rose and introduced himself. "Montgomery Scott from the Enterprise," he said automatically.
Burgoyne's eyes widened. "THE Montomery Scott?" s/he asked. "But you should already be dead for a long time. Sir, I mean... err."
"It's all right," the Scotsman assured hir. "Everyone reacts like you."
With a cat-like grace Burgoyne glided back on hir chair. "How do you come here I mean in our century?" s/he asked curiously. S/he ever was interested in a good story and this definitely sounded like one. The engineer after all was removed from his time for almost a century. S/he winked the bartender to bring two drinks along. Scotty meanwhile also sat down again.
"This is a long story, miss err mister..." He scrutinised this Hermat-person curiously. "really both of it?"
"Really both "Burgoyne confirmed and showed hir teeth again. "In any meaning by the way."
"Really both," Scotty mumbled. "Jim would have liked this. Captain Kirk, I mean."
Of course Burgoyne knew whom he meant. One after all had heard a lot about this man's legendary adventures and s/he didn't mean only his success as a captain of a spaceship. S/he would actually have enjoyed getting to know him. It looked like they both was from the adventurous kind. However, Scott also promised to be an interesting companion -- and the evening was still young. Who knew which way it would take. S/he was ready for everything.
"And you not?" Burgoyne raised - smiling - hir glass and said cheers to Scotty. "A real thing, no synthehol," s/he explained and emptied the glass in one long gulp.
"Yeah, my, too," Scotty replied and equalled hir action.
"That's good." Burgoyne winked the bartender again. "I have much time and would love to hear your story. And then... who knows...?" S/he smiled significantly.
"It would honour me, miss... mister."
"Burgy, for friends just Burgy," s/he explained and raised the new glass which just had arrived. "I hope very much that we will become friends. I'm by the way also an engineer, Mr. Scott."
Scotty smiled. This promised to become a much more interesting stay then he had thought. To be honest, he had feared Argelius would have lost his special charm and his more interesting audience over the decades. But this obviously wasn't the case. An fellow engineer, a drinking-buddy and perhaps an very interesting sex-partner in one person, what did he want more?
He raised his glass. "Just call me Scotty," he said. "I think this is the beginning of a wonderful friendship."