The Science of Unpredictability
Friendship cannot be learned.

A Sweet ScottyxOC Fanfiction.
Tahti is all I own, as she is my OC.

Chapter 3: "Samwich"

"Isä . . ! Isä!" A happy little girl in a frilly dress runs with all her might. She collides into her fathers arms. He picks her up and swings her about. She giggles uncontrollably. She trusts him more than anyone.

He laughs along with her, swinging her to his chest and holding her in a tight hug. "Tähti, minun tytär! Minun armas tytär . . . " He loves her more than anything.

"Isä . . . " Tahti rolled over in bed, her eyes opening drowsily. Wrinkling her eyebrows, she ran her fingers through her hair and recollected where she was along with the date. She sat up with a feminine groan, setting her feet on the floor. Her dream came to mind. She squinted, looking down at the lightly patterned carpet. There was just enough light in her dim quarters for her eyes to be able to focus on it.

She was puzzled, she had been so focused on her mission with Starfleet that hadn't really thought about her father in quite a while. This a little guilty, but her lips tightened into a pleasant smile as she wondered how things were back home. Her parents were both successful, leading busy lives. She spent so much time with her father working on his automobile, fine-tuning it for the rallies he raced in. He'd won quite a few of them, and was well-known in Finland for his skill in this historical event. She too had tried out rallying but was more into working on the cars than racing.

Tahti learned so much from both of her parents, and had a difficult time leaving them behind.

"Perhaps it is a good thing work here has kept me distracted . . . " She mused softly, knowing that she could've otherwise easily grown very homesick. She stood up, stretching with a yawn, then shuffled across her quarters to the bathroom.

Steam shrouded the room as Tahti showered; the hot water pounding on her back felt so good that she spent more time idling beneath it than she did actually washing. Scotty occupied her thoughts, his kindness toward her had left a deep impression. So much that, after knowing him for only a few days, she'd naturally grown comfortable around him. There was still a nagging uncertainty in her gut, the reflex of pulling away and avoiding him, but she worked hard to fight it.

Tahti received a lot of attention from boys in College and men in Starfleet Academy, but always felt extremely uncomfortable with this, it was always unwanted by her . She only saw their advances as facades, nothing genuine. Sure, she had boyfriends and lovers in her younger years, but none of them ended up loving her for real, they just wanted her for their own pleasure. This caused her to close up, the heartbreak of loving someone who didn't truly love her back was too much for her sensitive heart.

Scotty's interest in her was different though. He made her feel good, he drew out her inner beauty, focusing on her as a person and not just as a "fine piece of woman".

As she stepped out of the shower, the water turned off automatically. She grabbed a towel that was hanging nearby, wrapping it around herself. Mr. Scott also reminded her a lot of her father. Somehow being around him brought back a certain nostalgia of those happy times.

"Tahti . . . Anything's better with a companion than alone, if ya ask me. And what better companion than a sweet li'l lassie like you? I could have ya around every minute with nary a care."

She smiled as his voice echoed in her thoughts while she walked to the small kitchen area in her quarters. Her brown hair dangled wetly over her head and neck. Opening a box that sat on the counter, she removed a loaf of home made bread that she had taken the time to make a day ago. She was glad that they were each provided with a small kitchen on the ship. Cooking was a relaxing and enjoyable activity for her, when she had the time. She sliced off a piece of it and placed it the little oven, setting it to toast.

She wondered how she could express her appreciation for Scotty's sincere kindness. She stood and drank the coffee that she had prepared along with her toast and jam, and continued wondering. What would a man like . . ?

As she stared at the loaf of bread on the counter it dawned on her. She shoved the last bit of toast into her mouth and set her coffee down.

While she constructed the meal for her friend, she thought of working on rally cars with her father. Ever since she was a little girl she'd sit on her knees on the floor next to her father, watching all that he did. He'd explain what all the different automobile parts were to her, what they were made of, and what they did. She learned it all and loved every minute of their time together. At the end of each day he'd ask her to make them both a sandwich as a reward for their hard work.

Today she put as much care and effort in making it as she did as a young girl.

Tahti didn't realize it, but for the first time in a long time, she was thinking of someone other than herself.

Montgomery sighed as he walked up to the engineering control console. He was feeling exhausted after being on his feet for hours, and it didn't look like there'd be a rest for him any time soon. He was okay with it though, he enjoyed his work. His stomach growled defiantly as he surveyed the data on the screen. He chose to ignore it for the most part, but still placed a reassuring hand on his belly, as if giving it the promise of a sure meal.

His gaze was diverted to an object sitting on the console. It was small, rectangular, and wrapped in paper. "Bloody Keenser! Leavin' his rubbish all over me engine room!" He stomped over to the rubbish, mumbling all the way. "I'll have ta get after that li'l cretin for-"

He paused. There was writing on the small packaged item, a name in fact:

"Scotty"

It was neatly written in pen, a woman's writing he surmised. He picked it up with curiosity, unfolding the wax paper.

"Ah! a samwich! Just what I wanted!" He chuckled and casually flipped through its contents. "Mmm, and it's Ham . . . "

He took a bite of it and continued surveying the data screen, thinking of the sweet blue-eyed lassie that had made him this irresistible snack. Earlier he had been pondering whether or not he had feelings for her. Her sweet and quiet disposition was adorable to him, and her intelligence and enthusiasm for her job was impressive. Not to mention she was a fellow hard-working engineer.

"This se'tles it . . . The lassie can make one hell'ofa samwich!" He spoke to himself with a mouthful, then grinned. "She's brilliant!"

So I wrote this mainly to overcome my little writer's block that was weighing me down. And for a little more development, I didn't want to just jump into my super storyline just yet. I'm having trouble picturing Scotty from the Alternate Universe. :S
I Keep reverting his personality and such solely to the old Scotty, since I am more familiar with him. But Simon Pegg Scotty really rocked! I thought of the whole sandwich thing from the movie and figured it'd be cute to incorporate Scotty's desire for one.

The language Tahti and her father are speaking in her dream is Finnish. She is saying at first: "Father . . ! Father!" And he is saying: Tahti, my daughter! My beloved daughter . . ."

Well I do hope you Enjoyed. Thank al so so much for reading, and especially reviewing! The feedback is so encouraging and motivating. :)
I've got an idea of what the next chapter will be, so I just have to flesh out the details, and actually write it. lol

But until then, do take care!