The BLTS Archive - Scotty: The Early Days:
Story 2#: To The Stars
by Sarah James (sarah_james_42@yahoo.com)

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Another tale of Scotty: The early days. Featuring Scotty's
first wife, Madeleine, introduced by me in my story
"A lifetime".

feedback: always welcome

disclaimer: Star Trek and its characters belong to Paramount.

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His short black hair damp and flattened to his head, thick
pearls of sweat dripping from the tip of his nose, rolling
down his sides beneath his T-shirt, Scotty forced his tired
arms to keep working. Looking around, his glance briefly
touched the forgotten lunch pack, lying there abandoned in a
corner. Madeleine would lovingly give him one every morning,
while he reliably forgot it every day. There was too much on
his mind at the moment to remember such small necessities.
All the while the smell of hay was tickling him, at the same
time temperature was soaring high on a hot summer day and as
far as work was concerned there was still no end in sight.

Exasperated, young Montgomery Scott stopped to wipe his face
dry with his forearm. His white T-shirt was entirely wet,
clutching to his body. It was one more typical summer day in
the life of this Scotsman. He missed Star Fleet Academy,
looking forward, almost feverishly, to exchange his
workpants with the uniform this coming Autumn for another
year. The Academy gave him wonderful possibilities to escape
this awful routine. With a critical expression surrounding
his mouth, he gazed at his mirror image, floating on the
surface of a water filled barrelled cask.

Instantly an impatient frown marred his dark brows, adding
handsome depth to features that young women light-heartedly
called cute. "Cute!" he pushed out between gritted teeth.
Soon you will be twenty years old, and they still say you're
cute. Scott gritted his teeth frustrated. Not even the
moustache helped. Angrily he flung the broom into a corner.

Twenty! Abruptly he stopped in the middle of his most recent
outburst, as temper tantrums kept increasing in number
dangerously. There was too much gravity resting on his
shoulders, keeping him down here at Willowbrae Cottage, his
family home in Aberdeenshire. Suddenly this life felt
awfully lonely. Wasn't it about time he grew out of it?
Willowbrae Cottage was a quiet place these days. Robbie, his
older brother, was too busy with his shipping company to
spend much time with them this year. Fran, his dearly loved
twin-sister, was in New York, preparing herself for her
History of Art studies.

Now it was only him, his parents, his wonderful girlfriend
Madeleine, who spent as much time with him as possible. A
fleeting smile quietly thanked her the way he thanked her
for every day she was here with him. If only there was time
or space for more. Yes, there was so much more he wanted
whenever she kissed him back, hugged him, let him feel so
very little of her skin somewhere in the hay, in dark
corners, in the shed, as if they were nasty little teenagers
instead of young adults very much in love. This life
suddenly seemed determined to keep him from anything he
desired hard enough.

Every second weekend during the year, all holidays, the
whole summer, he would return to this life that had pleased
him right until his teens. He had not known anything
else...only the stories of stars his grandfather would tell.
But that were really only stories to him. And now that he
was making his way through Academy, awareness grew in him
that this could be not only his stories but his life one
day.

"I'm almost twenty. Why do I still look like this sixteen
year old boy genius from college?" he grumbled at nobody in
particular. "Why can't I say no to my old man when the
bastard bothers me with farm work?"

Loneliness responded with the usual grave silence. This had
to be wrong. It felt wrong. How could it be right that after
all he had learned during this past year in school, at home
he was still nothing but Ian Scott's cheapest farm worker?
Montgomery had been looking forward to a nice summer of love
with Madeleine. Doing things like lying in the lush meadows,
rolling down verdant hills side by side, skinny dipping in
the river, going out in Aberdeen City, simply having fun
with a beautiful woman who loved him. They hadn't done any
of these things. Strangely she still loved him. Not only
that but also, sweet as she was, Madeleine did her best to
fill Fran's shoes and tried to be daughter in the house
Scott. It was all hard work, always only work. All day. Day
in day out. This summer was endless.

He had planned to spend a considerable amount of time on his
studies, preparing himself for the next semester. It would
have been nice to finally achieve a performance that would
please his strict grandfather who fully expected him to
become the greatest graduate ever, simply because he
happened to be the grandson of an accomplished Star Fleet
engineer. And then there was Deo McClellen, a heck of a lot
younger than ol' Ramsay but still his grandfather's closest
friend ever since being one-time junior officer aboard the
Hood. As Montie's godfather, Deo, persistently kept pushing
him as well. Whereas McClellen insisted to see the youngest
man of this household as legendary Starship Commander-to-be
with engineering skills, Scotty more and more saw himself as
passionate engineer with Command skills. A conflict was
already programmed into his further life, yet, he was still
too busy concentrating on anything other than surviving in
Star Fleet Academy.

His potential presumed huge by his teachers, his performance
remained only so-so-and-occasionally-worse. Everybody seemed
to wonder; What is the matter with this Cadet? Meanwhile
Commodore Kastor, a renowned scientist and engineer in his
own right, had developed enough interest in him to keep a
stern eye on him, citing him into his office whenever he
thought Cadet Scott needed a rough pep talk. Had Montgomery
been inclined to call Kastor an arrogant little pissant at
the beginning of their uneven relationship, he now
wholeheartedly called the man his mentor, whom he trusted
completely. So if Rainer Kastor said Cadet Scott would have
to make changes in his life, this was probably very true.

But what changes, how and when? And most importantly was
this even still his life or was it by now Ian's, Ramsay's or
Deo's life? Who the hell was in charge here?

Giving in to his bad mood, the Scotsman dropped work to
proceed kicking the broom around the stable. Frustration had
to go somewhere. It went right into the fourth broom he was
about to break this month. Until his father eventually
shouted down from the upper level, "Montie, damn you. Like
this we're gonny be here all bleedin' day. I want my tea, I
want my Scotch, I want my feet on the kitchen bench,
punctually at five o'clock. Stop this nonsense and move your
worthless hide!"

"Bugger you, bugger all of you!" Montgomery exploded.

"What?"

"Och nothing." The young man eventually kicked the broom up
into his hand with one swift move and went back to work.
There was no point arguing with a Scottish clan chief. They
were always right.

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Long hours passed hesitantly. Towards the end of this day
Scott's muscles hurt so much and entirely that he couldn't
tell which part of his body did not torture him at this
hour. As always when he was home, his father shamelessly
used the opportunity to send stable boys Gillan and Mark
along with his youngest farm worker Kieran on unpaid leave
to save money, while he would conveniently burden everything
on his son's small shoulders instead.

Last year there was no problem. Rob had still been here to
help. Now Rob's absence was felt gravely. There, Scotty
mused, tis the first time I actually miss this pain in the
arse.

"You can go to the pub afterwards," he aped his father's
Lowland brogue. Oh yes he could, now that he was nothing but
tired, exhausted and drenched in sweat. Now he was certainly
going to take his beloved out to the most barry Aberdeen
pub. "After he says, always after and then there's nothing
after that!" he bellowed.

"What was that?" Ian's barking reminded him of the father's
presence. The wry, greying clan chief was climbing down the
ladder this moment.

"Nothing," Montie replied sulking.

"It's quarter to, I've had enough," his father announced.
"Surely you can manage the rest alone. Have you brushed the
horses yet? Did somebody get the sheep in? Try not to be
late for dinner. See ye after."

"After, yes! As always, after. I got the beasts in two hours
ago!" Ian Scott's son bellowed at the closing door. "When
you were napping up there. I wanted to go out! Only one time
this fortnight I asked you to give me two hours off. Thank
you very much!" Furiously the younger Scot marched up and
down the centre walk, while inspecting the horse boxes one
last time. Then everything broke free as he angrily flung a
loose horseshoe through the air hurtling it right at the
gate behind him.

As he did so Scott could hear the door creak slightly, as it
always did when somebody pushed it open. He froze.
Strange... There was no noise of metal hitting against
wooden planks as he had expected. Had he missed his
aim? Mere milliseconds later a surprised shriek froze the
blood in his veins. Hair was standing up on his neck like
the bristles on a horsebrush as the man spun around in
terror. "Mads! Oh my god! Are you okay?" If she was hurt, he
would never forgive himself.

"S'okay, Baby," she replied amazingly calm. "I ducked it
off. My reflexes are too good for you. You won't get rid of
me that way, Scott. I understand it brings luck to throw
this thing over your shoulder. Next time, you feel like
throwing something, could you please turn around and make
sure you're alone? I'm getting used to your temper but we do
not want bloodshed or manslaughter in our relationship.
Right Darling?" the girl mockingly chided him, as she came
skipping towards him, in tight shirt and short skirt, her
lush russet hair tied back neatly. A smile on her lean face
forgave him all too quickly, as always.

"God, Mads! I'm so sorry. I would have absolutely died, had
anything happened to you. Och no, one of these days you're
going to get hurt and it's going to be my fault, because I'm
always getting so bloody angry..." A bitter tear stuck in
the corner of his eye as Scotty began taking his mood out on
the broom again. "I hate all this!"

"No! Stop! Don't!" Madeleine yelled, laughing desperately at
the same time. "Don't get furious again. Please! I want a
happy man. Come on, settle down. Down! Scotty!"

He wasn't prepared for the attack when the young woman
jumped onto his back. Together they stumbled into an empty
horse box where they collapsed to the floor, laughing hard.

"That's better," she quipped. "Down! Stay!"

Lying there, bursting with laughter, hugging, smiling,
Montgomery gently stroked her auburn hair. How good she
felt. The tip of his finger gently followed the outlines of
her lean face. How desirable she was. I'm practically
twenty! Dark thoughts thundered again behind his stubborn
forehead. I'm a man, her man and she wouldn't even let me
penetrate her.

Curiously she studied him. "Oooh, Scotty, what's that
fearsome look doing on your sweet face? I thought we're
happy now. Are we not?"

Her open frankness charmed him instantly. "Aye, happy," he
cooed into her ear. "Very happy. I'd be a liar, though, to
say we couldn't be more happy."

"I don't suppose we're talking about the wedding now?"
Madeleine's unexpected question startled him.

"The..." he wondered puzzled. How could he have forgotten.
Of course! He had sort of proposed, she had sort of
accepted...and then other issues had sort of distracted him.
Poor, infinitely patient Madeleine. "I'm such a pig," he
mumbled beneath his breath, truly ashamed of himself. Their
wedding had been the least of his worries, had therefore
gotten buried underneath a gigantic heap of other problems.
Sweet Madeleine, she didn't deserve such a shabby treatment.
"Well, my dear. I'd be ready any time. Only, the old man
won't give me a day off for anything, especially not to get
married. Have I mentioned yet that he threatened to call
your family and cause a riot if I ever mention this wedding
again. At least as long as I live under his roof, he says.
But don't worry, set a date whenever you like and I'll be
there. If it takes mutiny, so be it, I'll still be there."

The warmth in her smile penetrated his heart deeply. "I know
you will," she replied softly, looking at him through
bedazzling, long eyelashes. "Could you tell me what we're
still waiting for though?"

"No but let me tell you for the hundredth time how very much
I love you," the young man mumbled against her lips, pulling
her closer to him to share his heat with her.

"Sorry Scotty, I'm positive you never said such a thing. I
think I would remember."

"Uh..." he stopped confused. Indeed! She was right. "Fine
then let me tell you now for the first time how very much I
love you."

"Before I respond to that I'd like to know," the girl said
with earnest hope in her lovely features. "are we now having
this important talk that is going to change everything?"

Scott paused for a brief moment, then said steadfastly,
"Aye. I believe we're having that kind of talk. Sleep with
me, Mads, marry me, help me with my studies. I'm a wimp, I
need you."

She broke out into laughter again. Her pearl-white teeth
shone brightly in her beautiful wide smile. "I love you too.
You're not a wimp. You're a horrible, ferocious Scotsman.
Say, how fast do you think we can get a marriage licence?"

"Should be no problem. There is always Gretna Green. Have
you heard of it? It's a lovely place for people like you and
me. Much more important is how fast do you think we can get
a flat? I don't suppose they let me share my room with you
at the Academy. I mean, they have their rules on the Campus
don't they?"

"You arrange the transport to Gretna Green for tomorrow, I
arrange a flat in San Francisco. As a matter of fact we
could have a fairly nice one soon. The owner, my sister, is
due to move out in two weeks. I bet she would let us move in
as early as tomorrow night if we must. Like your wonderful
Mom, she's totally on our side. She said we can knock on her
door any time."

"I'm afraid we will have to pick her up on that offer. My
father is...uh...difficult," he sighed. "Well then it's
decided. Tomorrow some time after ten in the morning I will
say I will and then you will say I will too..." Scotty
quipped and winked at her.

"Oh Scotty, you're brilliant."

"Dearest lass," he said with a stern glare. "I haven't done
anything yet."

"You could start now..." She blinked at him innocently
through long eyelashes.

Instantly his heart leapt to her feet, latching on to the
idea blazing visibly in her hazel eyes. "Aye." His lips
parted, gasping in anxiety as his fingers stroked her cheek
with ultimate worship. Every fibre of his body wanted her.
He had probably made mistake after mistake for the past six
months while placing her up on this high pedestal, safely
out of his reach, which might have been good after all. But
now the spell was broken. She truly belonged to him,
Montgomery Scott, son of George Ian Scott who would cause a
riot once he found out what they were up to. But then it
would be too late... "Would you like to go upstairs and make
yourself comfortable, while I make sure we will remain
undisturbed?"

"Great idea!"
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When Scotty finally returned to join her on the upper level
of the old, creaking stable building, his breath got stuck
in his lungs, so taken was he by the mesmerizing sight of
her, as she lay there on the blanket, her clothes a neat
bundle by her side. Her hair was open, flowing over her
shoulders like burning red lava. Her graceful neck was
widely exposed to him by her seductive pose.

"Oh!"

Well, the young lady had made herself comfortable indeed.
His brown eyes grew wide in awe. So beautiful! His gaze
clung to her legs desperately, slowly climbing up their
entire unbelievable length to her well-shaped hips that were
starting to softly round up in a more feminine way. She had
evolved into an all-woman type rapidly under his loving
attention. Her sight could easily drive any divine bull
daft.

"Mads," his hoarse voice whispered. Meanwhile water pearled
off the pitch black of his wet hair, rolling over his
attractive eyebrow. He had never taken the time to dry up
after washing up with rain water gathered in the old cask
outside. More water drops glistened on his bare chest.

"Oh you took a sponge bath for me. That's sweet," she
quipped smilingly.

"Oh you undressed for me. I'm smitten," Montgomery could not
take his glazed gaze off her lovely figure as she lay there,
waiting, sensual, inviting...Nervous fingers fumbled his
pants open in a hurry. So long he had been waiting only for
that moment. Finally equal in exposed nudity the Scotsman
joined her on their bed of hay.

His eyes lingered on her picture for another moment, then he
was anxious to drop down beside her. Bending over her, he
could hear his own breath hiss with excitement until his
yearning lips finally touched down on desired smooth flesh
and skin. Madeleine bowed against him, demanding more
worship.

"Scotty," she moaned craving, lying there beneath his
protective body like a Greek temple statue, perfect,
inspiring but a lot more animated and so soft she was.

Eagerly he caught her nipple between his lips, licking,
kissing, teasing her, while his hands began to stroke up and
down her slender back. Meanwhile her fingers strode down his
chest to grab him where he wanted her the most.

"Touch me, lass," he groaned against her neck. "Aye." He
gasped when she finally held his full rock-hard thickness in
her hand. How good this woman felt. How right this all was.
A lass that could make him forget all the pleasures he'd
known before to fully exist in this very moment only for
fulfilment. Being the caring lover he was, he took his time
with her. "Wheesht, my wee lamb, no hurry. Lay back, we've
got all the time in the world now," he said, his fingertip
resting on a magic spot between her shoulder blades, while
his lips carried on their search.

"Oh yes, do that again."

Immediately his mouth returned to the area beneath her ear.

"Oh yes, more."

"Ah, now that's right, lass," he whispered. "Tell me where
it feels good."

Miraculously time ceased to exist around him as Scotty sank
down between her open thighs in a daze, leaning forward as
she nodded silently. He shut his eyes tightly, not even
wanting to remember how it had felt with other women, only
she counted, only her he wanted to see writhe in joy beneath
him at this moment.

"I want you inside of me, please," she begged impatiently.

He pushed deep into his promised bride. Tearing her open,
the young man felt her vulva tighten strongly around his
shaft. A short, pleasured cry reached his ears.

"Oh Mads!" Scotty soothed, grasping a handful from her river
of hair, holding it close to his face to take in her smell.
Patiently he waited for her sweet pain to subside and barely
dared to move until she pulled her knees up to let him slip
in deeper. They began to make love carefully at first, then
his passionate heat tore her with him relentlessly. The way
she clung to him, giving in to him and spurring him on at
the same time, sent sparks of burning white up his spine. He
had never dreamed of such heights."Aye," he whispered
breathlessly against her neck. "Move with me, darlin."

They melted into another passionate, long-lasting kiss. His
thick tongue explored the cavity of her mouth entirely. "Oh
yes," Scotty grunted out into her mouth. He almost went out
in a blaze of fire when she began to shudder beneath him,
crying out his name. Finally, he too collapsed in utter
fulfilment. "Love," he groaned exhausted, "That was
beautiful. That was wonderful."

When he rolled onto his side, Madeleine cuddled up to him,
pressing her face against his warm chest. Scotty wrapped his
arms around the girl pulling her tighter into his
captivating embrace. He could tell she was sobbing, but her
sobs were no doubt happy ones. "You were right, my lamb.
Throwing a horseshoe over your shoulder brings luck."

"Next time, Mr. Scott, look first then throw. You could have
killed your luck. Oh no! Your lunch bag is lying on the
floor again. I prepare your meals with as much love as your
mother. Don't treat me like this. Here take it. You need
your vitamins."

"Lets save some of your vitamins for later, we might need
it. My wee lamb, from tomorrow on we will be on our own. I
have no savings worth talking about. The old man never paid
me one lousy credit for my work here. The pub money I get
from me Mom isn't enough and my school money goes into books
and magazines. I could sell a few of my patents..."

"Don't you dare! Listen, Baby. No more worrying, promise me.
We're in the same boat. We make it through Academy somehow
or we go down together. I don't count on my folks, other
than they will seriously consider to write me out of their
testaments and erase me from the family tree. Isn't that
funny, Scotty?" she chuckled bemused. Her finger already
reached out to smooth out the worried frown on his forehead.
"We will be so in trouble. I'm totally looking forward to
this. And now let me see to it that my husband, with
starting date tomorrow, begins eating his lunch regularly.
Here eat! How are you supposed to get through Command
Strategies next semester without proper brain food?
Commodore Kastor is totally right. Your grades could be
easily three times as good as they currently are."

Scotty raised his eyebrows. "Yes but..."

"No buts. Are you a farm boy or an officer in training, Mr.
Scott? Make up your mind."

"For you I'd be anything," Scott replied with a smug grin.
"What would you like me to be? Honestly."

"The Best you can be. That's all, nothing else."

He broke into zillion smiles. "Och aye. If that is all."

"Scotty, I love you."

"I love you, Mads."

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The End