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Old November 3 2008, 05:04 PM   #16
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Arc of the Wolf: Distant Horizons - Torn

Title: Torn
Rating: G
Words: 1875
Timeline: January 2240
Disclaimer: Scott is Paramount's property.
Notes: Takes place between Junkyard Dogs and Downtime, before the events mentioned in Kobayashi Maru (the novel); two years before On the Nature of Wind. Don't worry, it does eventually get more cheerful. As always, best read in it's original format here.

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Cochrane's Theories were interesting reading. While several had been proven and a few disproven, reading through them and the steps taken while thinking of them were full of fascinating insights. It was almost possible, even in the seemingly dry texts, to put together the profile of what the man had been made of, simply by how he used his knowledge and intelligence to think of something new.

So why couldn't he seem to do anything but watch the sleet hitting the window?

Scott rubbed at his eyes, trying yet again to drag himself away from staring as the bits of ice hit, then melted into the streams of water, gathering at the bottom and then running off the ledge. Under the glow of the sign outside, they followed colorful patterns; drops of water making tiny, infinite little mirrors off of one another. Too many for the mind to contemplate, but beautiful in the possibilities.

The cafe was quiet. Just up the road from the spaceport, it was one of the few places where one could go get something to eat or drink in the middle of the night in Aberdeen. And given that it was open all night, no one really put on any pressure for him to leave -- the waitress, a kind of pretty girl a handful of years older than him, only stopped back intermittently to see if he wanted anything.

Other than that, he was left alone.

Going home had to be what walking into an ill-shielded antimatter reactor chamber would feel like. That feeling of disaster a moment away, and the crawling of restless energy all over your skin, making movement more a requirement than an option. He hated that; he usually had to be moving, and that made it worse -- then he felt like he had to just run, and keep running until he dropped.

So, he avoided it as much as he could. He wished that Scotland hadn't finally bowed under pressure to raise the age of majority fifty years ago -- now seventeen, he'd be a legal adult and could get his own flat or something. It probably wouldn't be much of a flat, given that he was attending classes, working part-time and preparing for Starfleet, but it would at least provide some semi-quiet place, some place where he didn't feel like he was about to be eaten alive, where he could rest his head.

But he had to wait. He kept telling himself that it was just a few more months -- he'd wrap up his classes in secondary and at the University of Aberdeen's Engineering School, and he'd head off to Basic Training.

For now, he had taken up residence either in class, at the yard, or in the cafe, only going back home long enough to sometimes eat, sleep for a few hours and then get cleaned up and go back to class. He didn't even do his laundry at home anymore -- took it with him and used the facilities at the dorms on campus that he didn't quite qualify to live in.

The ice started hitting the window harder, and he kept staring at it, sometimes falling to rubbing his eyes and sometimes even feeling them slide closed without his permission. The sign outside of the cafe was a kind of garish, brightly colored thing. The streets of the Granite City were quiet; sometimes a skimmer would go by, but nothing else. The sign reflected off of the road, too; it was all more dark, except those highlights created by water.

Cochrane's Theories were interesting. Warp drive as a concept, as a theory, was far older but Cochrane had been the one to do it. Incredible.

Scott tried to drag his attention back to the book on the table, but he couldn't seem to force his head to turn. As though he would miss something perfect, if he looked away from the patterns of light and water.

He'd wait a few more hours and go home. He'd gotten away with sleeping in the yard a few times, but Winslow had chased him off when he'd been caught enough. The old man was... was nice, but still chased him off to go home to bed, back to his family's house.

He loved them. Loved his family. It was never that he didn't; he wanted to make them proud. He wanted them to see how hard he tried, and see that he really was doing good, that he wasn't being a disgrace -- he'd gotten himself to school when he was still in primary, after getting himself up and dressed, and in secondary he still did all of that. He pretty much made his own breakfast in the morning, did his own laundry, ironed his own shirts and even mended them when they'd gotten too ragged to be presentable.

He was 'hired' at the yard by Mister McMillan, before McMillan had gone off; that had been a sad day, but Scott just... well, people left. He knew that. It was how it was. Missing people did no good, let alone missing your former boss, who you met with fists flying.

Missing people did no good, but Scott still did, and that had been unnerving and just added to the troubles that were really building at home. The moment he'd declared his intention to apply for Starfleet, his mother had protested with a vehemence that had honestly left him jaw-dropped in shock. He'd never seen her angry like that before, and that anger felt like scalding water. After that, he did whatever he could to not be at home. He had already been pretty good at not being there, and got better at it yet.

That was a year ago, and he was still ready to jerk away from the burn, like some... some pathetic kid who got himself into a mess he didn't know how to get out of and couldn't live with.

He didn't like to fight, not like that. Not verbally, not physically. If confrontation could be avoided, Scott avoided it -- he didn't like the sick feeling that came with that kind of anger, the kind that boiled. He hated that feeling, knew too well what it could lead to if you got to like it too much. If you're too good at something and you like it too much, you'll do it. He didn't like it, but it seemed like he was always doing it anyway.

He wondered if it looked like the red-edged trails of ice bits and water on the window. And then he realized that he wasn't seeing those, but dreaming them.

He jerked his head up from where his chin had been resting on his chest, his fingertips still on the book, blinked hard and took a few deep, instinctive breaths in a hopeless attempt to clear his head, wake back up, be alert.

Just a few more hours. A few more months. There'd be no time to think in Starfleet, especially in Basic Training.

He would miss them. He didn't even know why, because it did no good, but he loved them, loved his family, and he would miss them, and he was scared. Scared of going. Scared of staying.

He held on, tooth and nail, to leaving for the Academy. He hated fighting, and that decision to join Starfleet led to fighting, or frustrated silence, or guilt-driven pressure from his mother, and outright hostility from his sister, and...

He caved and knuckled under to go into Command School, if they'd accept him, just to ease some of the tension. And it did; his mother was more tolerant of that idea, of him being a captain, than of him being an engineer, as though being a captain would be a far better use for his intelligence. But even then, she still tried to get him to stay at home like a proper son, and go to business school and use those brains he was given for something that she was sure would be a better life for him.

He caved on Command School, but held onto leaving. Kept fighting, not just with everyone else, but inside of himself, not to knuckle on this one because eventually his spirit would die inside of him if he did.

He watched the ice hit the window, felt his eyes slide closed again, growled softly at himself to stay awake.

He hated fighting. But he knew on some primal level that he wasn't fighting for career or pride, but for survival.

Someone touched him on the shoulder and he slammed back into the corner, startled but not really awake, staring wide-eyed for a few moments until his brain caught up and it was just the waitress, who was now startled herself and had backed up considerably.

They stared at one another for a moment; her in something... something like...

Sympathy.

"I'm fine," he said, automatically, struggling to calm himself back down.

"You look like you should be home in bed," she said, having far better luck at regaining her composure and throwing off the surprise. He couldn't place her accent, but it was pretty and gentle.

She set a cup of tea on the edge of the table, and he looked at it, uncomprehending, then looked back up at her. "I dinna order anything..."

The waitress shrugged, with a small smile. "I was a student once, I know how it goes. But you should probably skip the tea and head home."

Scott nodded, not looking at her anymore. Torn briefly between trying to stick it out a little longer, and leaving; could feel her watching him with some worry and that... that... he wanted to tell her not to worry about anything, he was fine, he was perfectly well capable of taking care of himself, and that look hurt and he had no idea why it hurt, except that... it just did.

He was so tired. And for a moment he thought about how badly he wanted to rest his head in some quiet place, and how badly he wanted to be anywhere else, and how badly he wanted to sit with the tea the pretty waitress with the pretty accent had brought for him, and...

He got a knee under himself on the booth's seat, quickly gathering up his books, a somewhat jerky set of motions; even his hands weren't working like they normally did, even though he needed them to right now.

"Want me to call you a ride?" she asked, and she still sounded worried, and why would she worry about him? He didn't need worried about, he...

"No, I'm fine," he said again, a tight edge in his own voice that he couldn't understand; got his books into the waterproof pack he carried them in, then got that over his left shoulder. The right twinged, reminding him of fatigue and the cold outside, and he recoiled away from that reminder internally.

She went to say something else, then just nodded, and he couldn't really make himself look her in the eyes.

He just slipped past her, then headed out the door, away from the patterns and infinite tiny mirrors, into the cold and darkness.

He couldn't fathom the tears that burned hot on his face next to the cold trails of sleet.
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Old November 4 2008, 01:10 AM   #18
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Arc of the Wolf: Distant Horizons - Downtime

Title: Downtime
Author: Teddog
Rating: G
Words: 625
Timeline: June 2240
Disclaimer: Scott belongs to Paramount; no one else is making a profit on him.
Notes: Written for me by Teddog; Scott, three days before he ships off for Starfleet Basic Training, looking at his life in three piles. Permission to link and repost given, long since.

Read this story here.
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Old November 4 2008, 02:26 AM   #19
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Wait was nicely done... an improbable meeting of our crew decades before they would serve together. It was handled so well that it was perfectly believable. And very nice insights into the people they would later become.
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Old November 4 2008, 02:29 AM   #20
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Wait was nicely done... an improbable meeting of our crew decades before they would serve together. It was handled so well that it was perfectly believable. And very nice insights into the people they would later become.
My friend Danie asked me to tackle a story along those lines, and that was what I had managed to come up with. It's probably not the strongest in the series, but I think it adds more than takes away from it.

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Old November 4 2008, 02:46 AM   #21
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Now was very gritty, and very disturbing in that as a reader I had no idea what the backstory was, only that Scotty was obviously injured and trying desperately to fix something. It reminded me of the crash scene from Jeri Taylor's Mosaic where Janeway crashed with her father on that ice planet and was trying to survive despite being only moderately aware of where she was and what was happening to her due to her serious injuries.

Nicely done. Strange and unsettling, but effective.
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Old November 4 2008, 04:11 AM   #22
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It is very gritty, yeah. And you're the second person to say that it reminded you of a crash scene! I've never had the pleasure of reading Mosaic (oddly, I can't seem to find a copy locally to save my life!), but I imagine that it's a pretty primal response -- survive, by the instant if possible.

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Old November 4 2008, 06:55 AM   #23
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I’m up through Junkyard Dogs, Part II. Wow, talk about backstory and angst! Young Scotty’s a practical pariah in his family, though he’s probably never noticed, and the man largely responsible can hardly stop hating himself over the boy’s plight long enough to forge a relationship with the introverted youngster.

This is damn fine writing, and a fantastically engrossing take on a character that I had previously thought had been explored to excess. Just great stuff!
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I’m up through Junkyard Dogs, Part II. Wow, talk about backstory and angst! Young Scotty’s a practical pariah in his family, though he’s probably never noticed, and the man largely responsible can hardly stop hating himself over the boy’s plight long enough to forge a relationship with the introverted youngster.

This is damn fine writing, and a fantastically engrossing take on a character that I had previously thought had been explored to excess. Just great stuff!
Explored to excess?! My God, poor Scott's never given the spotlight unless it's to highlight his drinking, his brawling or his genius. Or to play plot convenience, or Kirk-lapdog, or some other awful role. Sorry. ;-) Seriously, though, when I started working on the first story for this seven years ago now, it was because here was this character who said a whole lot when he rarely said anything, and no one else seemed to even notice him past the cliches. He was my hero my whole life, no joke. Finally, since no one else would give him an honest tale, I tried my hand at it.

Junkyard Dogs was a story I half knew, but never planned on writing. But I'm glad I did -- glad I got to know Jay, who's a good man despite his flaws, and glad I got to tell this tale here.

If it's a compelling story, it's because it has a compelling star. I just do the storytelling, but he's the real drive.

And, I'm rambling again.

So, thank you again for the comments! They really make me smile. And if I go off on tangents, please forgive me.
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I’m up through Junkyard Dogs, Part II. Wow, talk about backstory and angst! Young Scotty’s a practical pariah in his family, though he’s probably never noticed, and the man largely responsible can hardly stop hating himself over the boy’s plight long enough to forge a relationship with the introverted youngster.

This is damn fine writing, and a fantastically engrossing take on a character that I had previously thought had been explored to excess. Just great stuff!
Explored to excess?! My God, poor Scott's never given the spotlight unless it's to highlight his drinking, his brawling or his genius. Or to play plot convenience, or Kirk-lapdog, or some other awful role. Sorry. ;-) Seriously, though, when I started working on the first story for this seven years ago now, it was because here was this character who said a whole lot when he rarely said anything, and no one else seemed to even notice him past the cliches. He was my hero my whole life, no joke. Finally, since no one else would give him an honest tale, I tried my hand at it.

Junkyard Dogs was a story I half knew, but never planned on writing. But I'm glad I did -- glad I got to know Jay, who's a good man despite his flaws, and glad I got to tell this tale here.

If it's a compelling story, it's because it has a compelling star. I just do the storytelling, but he's the real drive.

And, I'm rambling again.

So, thank you again for the comments! They really make me smile. And if I go off on tangents, please forgive me.
Not at all! I guess Scotty never really piqued my interest as a character until I began writing about an engineer myself. He always seemed to be something of a caricature, especially in the later movie era. Though I had to remind myself that whenever Kirk left Scott in charge of the ship, he always proved a cagy and effective commanding officer.

Anyhow, I’m really enjoying coming along on your exploration of his backstory. Your work serves to give much greater depth to an underused and (as I stand corrected ) insufficiently explored TOS character.
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Not at all! I guess Scotty never really piqued my interest as a character until I began writing about an engineer myself. He always seemed to be something of a caricature, especially in the later movie era. Though I had to remind myself that whenever Kirk left Scott in charge of the ship, he always proved a cagy and effective commanding officer.

Anyhow, I’m really enjoying coming along on your exploration of his backstory. Your work serves to give much greater depth to an underused and (as I stand corrected ) insufficiently explored TOS character.
He really did, in the movie era, seem to be missing the second through fiftieth layers that made him a trip to watch in TOS. When I was young, I didn't notice as much, but as I got older I began to wonder where his grit and restlessness went. In TOS, he was layered and nuanced -- there's a lot to chew on. Another question to ask, for when I get to writing it: What happened to you?

Thanks again for the comment! And for putting up with me going on and on -- he's just such a great character, and I kinda get going on explaining how I came to the conclusions I did, and why, and all that stuff. I hope you continue to like this series; it's definitely been a heck of a road.
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Wow, the ending to Junkyard Dogs was heart wrenching. Jay’s not a bad sort, all things considered. Scotty could have done far worse. And ultimately, Jay’s involvement in Monty’s life, however brief, sent him down the road that would help him find his life’s work.

On a completely unrelated note, I’ve got to ask, what did you think of Scott’s portrayal in TNG’s Relics?
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Wow, the ending to Junkyard Dogs was heart wrenching. Jay’s not a bad sort, all things considered. Scotty could have done far worse. And ultimately, Jay’s involvement in Monty’s life, however brief, sent him down the road that would help him find his life’s work.

On a completely unrelated note, I’ve got to ask, what did you think of Scott’s portrayal in TNG’s Relics?
Yes, he put ideas in that kid's head, and those are definitely an important part of the story. And Jay surprised me; I was amazed how much I came to really like him as time wore on.

...do you really want my opinion? LOL! No, seriously, because it's not exactly complimentary to the TNG crew, who I actually like most of the time. Or the writers. I'll be glad to give it to you, but wanna make sure you actually want it.
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^I rather figured that might be the case. I wouldn't have asked otherwise.
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^I rather figured that might be the case. I wouldn't have asked otherwise.
http://slwatson.livejournal.com/151584.html

Here's part of it. ::smirks:: Can you tell I've been down this road?

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(Believe it or not, I do have a life.)

But I'll add more to it if you want. I wanted to pimp-slap most of the NG crew in that episode.
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