51stcentury | [RL WITH SCOTTY]

Entry tags:

jack,
scotty

[RL WITH SCOTTY]

Jack shook his head, amused, as he let himself into Ianto's flat. He knew that the other man wasn't there, that he was off with Sulu on this shore leave of theirs to an alien planet that he could only hope that they were just vacationing on and not actually getting into trouble. He hoped that no one was going to need rescuing of any sort. That's the last thing he needed, after all, a call to get over there because Ianto had hit yet another turn of bad luck. He swore, it was like the younger man was just incapable of having a positive experience without something negative about it.

In any case, Ianto was out, and Jack hoped that he'd be okay with him having Scotty over. He really didn't have a flat of his own to speak of, and with the Hub still in the state that it was, he didn't really have that as an option either. Of course, he was working on fixing the Hub, but until then, Jack didn't really have any permanent place of residence. He just sort of drifted, and when he slept anywhere, it was either at a hotel or here at Ianto's, so.

When Scotty decided that he needed to beam over right at that moment, Jack had relayed the coordinates to Ianto's flat to the other man, and only hoped that he got them right. Scotty sounded like he'd had quite a lot to drink, as it were, and as such, Jack was hoping that he'd be able to manage the whole getting there bit. It wouldn't be until he saw Scotty in person that he'd be able to tell if he's really drunk or not, however. And for that, he needed Scotty to show up.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Scotty was indeed drunk - and, in all honesty, probably too drunk to safely be operating a transporter. Even so, he wasn't going to let that stop him, because he'd decided that yes, he had to go pay Jack a visit right now in order to make up for being gone over the weekend. He'd stopped back by the ship just long enough to change out of the outfit he'd worn to Winry's sheep festival, text Jack, then leave again.

It wasn't long before he was materializing in Ianto's flat, still drunk. Still physically a woman, too, and there wasn't much he could do at the present moment about either of those particular facts. Right. First things first. He needed to find Jack. Or wait for Jack to find him. He took an experimental step and decided that the second option would probably be the better of the two. "Jack?"

Jack was hovering in Ianto's living room, not really sitting or making himself at home, more standing there waiting, thinking. When he heard Scotty's voice, he noted two things. One, that the voice was distinctly female and still distinctly Scotty's, which was odd. It was one thing to hear the voice over the video but now that Scotty was there with him...he laughed, stepping toward the voice. Because the other thing he noticed was that Scotty was really pretty drunk.

"I'm in here," he said, stepping out from where he was in the living room to where Scotty stood in the entryway. "Been hitting the alcohol there, Scotty?" he asked, grinning at the other man. Because that's what he was, really. Regardless of how he looked at that moment, physically female and honestly a pretty fit one, if Jack said so himself, he was still obviously very much Scotty under all the new curves and hair and all.

"Look," Scotty said, emphatically pointing a finger at Jack. "S'no' my fault that. That." He followed up the finger pointing with gesturing vaguely at himself, attempting to convey that the new body was to blame. "S'the thing. Metabolism. S'all wrong." That seemed to be about as much explanation as he was going to be able to get through. "Um. Hi." He shifted a bit, suddenly a little self-conscious about showing up so drunk and... well. Showing up while he was still physically female. Maybe this hadn't been such a great idea.

On the other hand, it wasn't like Jack hadn't seen him on video when all this had first started. He ran a hand through his hair, or at least tried to, before stopping when he realized that it was still braided and he was pulling it out of the braid and just generally making it a mess. "Um."

"Hi," Jack replied back to him, with a smile. He stepped forward to join Scotty in the hallway, looking down at him. Jack really hadn't made the connection that, being a woman at the moment, Scotty would be smaller than he normally was, but. Such was the case. Shorter, smaller hands, just generally...well. Feminine. And still Scotty. The effect was a bit odd, but not in a bad way. In a way that made Jack want to study, learn all the differences between the Scotty standing in front of him now, and the one he knew usually.

"You alright?" he asked. "D'you want me to get you anything? Water, maybe? Tea? We could go and sit down, too." Scotty did seem to be swaying on his feet slightly--maybe it would be safer for the pair of them if he had him sit down.

"I'm fine. Really. Um. Tea'd be good?" He really should probably go and sit down; he wasn't kidding when he'd said that this body's metabolism was all different. He'd got far more drunk than he'd meant to, mostly because he didn't realize he was getting that drunk until he already was. "Um. I might need help. Walkin'." That was a terrible thing to have to admit, but between the fact that he was so drunk and the fact that he was still getting used to this body, there was no way he was going to manage more than a few steps at a time if he wanted to keep from falling over.

Jack smiled gently at the other, and then went to walk up next to him, putting an arm around his waist to hold him up. A waist that was...distinctly more waist-like than Scotty's normal waist was. "Don't worry," he said, and alright, yes, he was smirking down at him, but Scotty was being rather ridiculously amusing. "I've got you."

"Where d'you want to go, then?" he asked, looking down at him for a moment more, quietly studying the new yet familiar face of the other. "Could come in the kitchen with me, or there's the living room if you'd rather a couch rather than a kitchen chair. It's up to you, though."

He leaned into Jack, slipping an arm around Jack's waist in return. Because he needed help walking, of course. And... well, he did need a bit of help, but it didn't hurt that getting that help entailed being a bit touchy-feely with Jack. "I think." He paused, raised a hand, gestured a bit. Tried to remember what it was he was trying to say. Everything was starting to get a little spinny, and he was pretty sure the floor really wanted to come up and say hi and be friends. Verticality was not likely going to continue being an option. "Couch?"

Jack nodded in response, before giving this a moment's thought. Everything from the swaying on his feet to the way he was forgetting what he was saying told Jack that Scotty was absolutely smashed, and so he made a quick decision, and with only a moment's hesitation, bent and hooked his other arm underneath Scotty's knees and swung him into his arms. He'd never have...well. Alright. He might have tried at some point or another, but it wouldn't be nearly as successful as he was being right now.

Without waiting to get a reaction from Scotty, either positive or negative, Jack stepped into the living room and sat the other down on the sofa carefully, on the end next to the arm in case leaning was a necessary part of sitting, before smiling down at him. "Sit tight, I'll be back with that tea, alright?"

Scotty, not expecting to be picked up, let out a rather undignified and - it had to be admitted - a rather girlish squeal as the floor suddenly disappeared from under his feet. And he more or less threw his arms around Jack's neck, shutting his eyes, though that didn't really help. "Don't drop me. Don't drop me, Jack. God, don't drop me." Luckily, the trip to the living room was managed without any dropping involved, and after Jack put him down on the couch he just sort of slumped over on the arm, his previous drunken panic forgotten. "Yeah. S'fine. Tea. Good idea."

Jack gives him a pat on the shoulder, chuckling at him, and wanders into the kitchen to put water on the stove. It's the least he can do for the other, and...well. At least he can make tea. Ianto'd kill him for even thinking about touching the coffee machine, and all, so. That was out.

Jack figured that probably the most generic tea would do fine with Scotty at the moment, he didn't seem like he was going to be that picky about it. As the water boiled, Jack called over his shoulder into the other room. "D'you want anything in it? Milk? Sugar? Honey?" He wasn't sure what else you could put in tea, but. He'd cater to whatever Scotty wanted, at the moment, really.

He considered trying to get up and follow Jack into the kitchen, but after all the trouble Jack had gone to to get him to the couch, moving didn't really seem like a good idea. Instead, since Jack had left him alone with the couch all to himself, he stretched out, after a few false starts, taking up very nearly the whole thing. "Milk. Just milk." He twisted a bit, trying to find the best way to watch for Jack coming back. "Just a bit. Tiny wee little bit."

Jack smiled at the phrasing there. After the water had boiled and Jack put the tea in to steep, he added a tiny wee little bit of milk in the tea, and them moved to carry the mug back to the couch where Scotty was sitting. "Move your legs a little," he said, shifting the other man's legs so that he could sit down before handing him the mug gently. "Watch out, it's still probably pretty hot," Jack warned, cupping Scotty's hand around the handle, making sure that the other had a firm grip on the mug before he even thought of letting it go at all. "Enough milk for you, then?" he asked, gently.

He didn't protest as Jack shifted his legs, although once Jack was sitting down he more or less just draped his legs across the man, taking the tea with exaggerated care. "That. Is. Perfect," he said, before he'd even managed to get around to taking a sip. He let it cool a moment, then took a long sip; a few sips more and he moved again, inching closer to just outright sitting in Jack's lap. Another sip, and he moved again, until he was close enough to cuddle right up to Jack. "Hi." Wait, he'd already said that. "Again."

Jack chuckled, moving to wrap an arm around his back to hold him close, both to keep him upright in case Scotty decided to do a little more flopping while he still had the hot tea in his hand, and also...well. Just because the other was close and he could. "Hi," he said, with a smile. He laid his other arm across Scotty's legs, tugging the other until he was more or less curled up across him, holding him there. "So," he said, with a smile. "To what do I owe the pleasure? Not that I mind, not at all. I'm just not used to you showing up quite as...inebriated as you are right now."

He laid his head against Jack's shoulder, carefully taking another sip of his tea. Why had he decided to show up here, drunk as he was? Hell if he knew. "It. Seemed like a good idea at the time?" he answered, sounding rather uncertain about it. He was pretty sure he'd had a good reason for coming to visit Jack, he just wasn't entirely sure what that reason was.

Jack shrugged slightly, rubbing Scotty's back. "Well. That's as good a reason as any," he said, smiling gently. "What about the drinking? Was there a special occasion for that? A special occasion that you're now skipping out on to've come down here to sit and drink tea with me at Ianto's flat? You said something about sheep..."

"Sheep... Right. Sheep." Further explanation would have to wait a minute, as he'd decided that the tea had cooled down enough to gulp it, rather than sipping. "Miss Rockbell invited t'the sheep thing. On her world." He finished off the last of the tea, and tried to lean over to set it down, but the world shifted rather worryingly when he did, and he came to the conclusion that it would be better to just hold onto the cup. "Festival thing. Lots o' booze."

Jack smiled and took pity on Scotty, moving to take his mug from him and leaning forward, his arm around Scotty to hold him upright as he reached out and put it on the coaster on the table in front of them. "Ah, I see," he said, grinning at the other. "The sheep festival..." Jack had no clue what Scotty was talking about at all. "Did you enjoy yourself, at least? You certainly enjoyed the booze, it would seem..."

"Mm." It was less a noise of agreement and more simply a noise, because he was having some trouble focusing now. He was going to say something more, he thought, but he got distracted toying with a button on Jack's shirt - not trying to undo it or get Jack's shirt off, just... toying with the button because it was there and it was something to do. A few moments of that, and then he lost interest in it, partially because he kept missing the button, his coordination was so off. "This's better."

Jack's grin did nothing to lessen as he watched Scotty playing with his shirt button, missing, generally being completely drunk and yet...well. Scotty didn't seem to be upset or anything like someone might expect someone who'd gotten himself as sloshed as he had, he just seemed...drunk. "I'm glad that you like me more than sheep, then," he said, amused at the whole situation. "I'd like to hope that I'm a lot more interesting than them. Certainly a lot nicer, if you really do think that sheep are assholes as you said earlier..."

Scotty snorted, realized that he'd snorted, and snorted again before dissolving into laughter. He wasn't even entirely sure what was so funny. Getting any intelligent conversation out of him was probably going to have to wait until he was sober again. "You," he said, tapping a finger on Jack's chest a couple of times, "are nicer than sheep." Wait, no, Jack had already said that, sort of. "An'..." He trailed off, losing his train of thought as he went back to trying to toy with the button, before losing interest in it again and coming to the conclusion that clearly the best thing to do now was to kiss Jack.

Jack was too busy being amused by Scotty's nonsensical talking and playing with his button that he was actually surprised with the other moving in to kiss him. Pleasantly surprised, mind. He raised a hand up to the side of Scotty's face, cupping it gently, marveling at how different this was from the other times they'd kissed each other, thanks to Scotty's new anatomy. He kissed back gently, trying to gauge how drunk Scotty was, but. From the way he was reacting, Jack was willing to bet that it was very drunk indeed. After a moment, he pulled back, stroking Scotty's cheek as he grinned at him from mere inches away. "Whoa," he said, gently. "Easy there, tiger..."

"Jack..." Alright, so he'd more or less sworn up and down that he wasn't even going to think about having sex while he was in this body, but he was drunk enough that he really didn't care what he'd said. Besides, Uhura had said she thought it would be a good idea, which was more than enough of an excuse for him, in his current state. Not that it was likely he would remember much about this once he'd sobered up. As it was, it was nothing short of a miracle that he hadn't passed out yet. "Jack." There was something important that he was going to say, he just knew it. If he could just remember what it was.... "Um."

Jack was pretty sure he'd never stop grinning at Scotty at this rate. Drunk as he was, he was acting pretty adorable. And with the whole added unknown of female Scotty being the one essentially curled up in his lap, mere inches away from him, having just kissed him moments ago. Lord, if only Scotty weren't quite so drunk, Jack would have no problem taking advantage of their position, here, but. Scotty was so out of it, it would be wrong of him.

"Yeah?" Jack prompted, at Scotty's stumbling over his words. "What is it?"

He narrowed his eyes at Jack, pretty certain that any minute now, inspiration was going to strike and he'd remember what it was. Then, he shook his head, brow furrowing. "Don't remember." He decided to go with kissing Jack again instead. It seemed like the thing to do. Unfortunately, he missed Jack's mouth this time and ended up kissing his jaw instead, then decided that laying his head down on Jack's shoulder was also a good course of action. "S'probably not. Thing. Important."

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject