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future!verse: A Quick Visit

While sorting out meeting up with Liz's parents hadn't been too much of a hassle, trying to find a time to meet his family was proving to be more difficult than it really should be. They ended up having to take a shuttle over to Scotland - a fairly quick trip, though of course not so quick as the transporters would have been - where they'd be staying with Scotty's sister for a few days before heading back to California. Of course, traveling from one side of the world to the other meant they'd had to get time zones sorted out, and in order to arrive at Scotland at a reasonable time, they'd had to leave California at a very unreasonable time.

The trip was uneventful, and when they reached their destination, the worst they'd have to contend with was a bit of jet lag. For once - miracle of miracles - it wasn't raining, and while the air was definitely cooler than in California, it wasn't half so bad as Scotty had feared it would be. And although it didn't exactly feel like home, not anymore, he realized he'd missed it more than he thought. "Well, love, this is it." Now to go find his father, who was supposed to be picking them up.

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"I think I will." He leaned over to kiss the side of Liz's head and got up, wandering off in the direction of the room that he and Liz were staying in. When he was gone again, Clara grinned a very Scott-like grin at Liz.

"Right, then. Where were we?" she asked, leaning forward to pour herself another cup of tea. "If you want to borrow Will, I'd be ever so glad to get him out of my hair for a day." She laughed, and added, "You know, he does remind me so much of Montgomery, when he was a kid."

Liz murmured a little sleep tight, still bouncing the baby softly on her knee. She looked over at Clara and shrugged after Monty disappeared. She'd go wake him up later and probably be more cuddly than necessary with all the kids around. Being on a ship of adults had felt weird in the beginning and as it went on, she got used to it. Now she realized how horribly dull and unimaginitive things were when kids weren't around.

"We will definitely borrow Will. We can come up with something fun for him. I'm already making Monty take me around to all the places he loved," she said with a smile. Kevin reached for a button on her shirt and was tugging it towards his mouth. Liz adjusted him and nuzzled him again. God, I need one of these.

She looked up and agreed, "I may not have known him as a kid, but I was just thinking how William must be the little carbon copy of Monty." She considered now would be getting to a good time to explain some things about herself, but they were chatting and it would have to wait a little for a lull in the conversation.

"Don't get me started," Clara laughed. "Not only will I get myself in trouble with Montgomery, I shudder to think I might start soundin' like my mother." Her warm smile and the amusement in her eyes suggested that she feared no such thing; like her brother, she took after their father more than their mother. "Lucky for me, growin' up with Montgomery I've already got a head start in knowin' how to deal with Will."

She wasn't in any hurry to take Kevin back; in fact, she was rather enjoying having a moment to sit and not have to worry about holding onto him. He was old enough to have started crawling, and between him and Will it was next to impossible to keep them from getting into the middle of everything. "I'm just waiting to wake up one night an' find Will's gone and snuck out onto the roof. Too bright for his own good, that one."

Liz was in no rush to give Kevin back. She'd missed having children around. Part of her always wondered why she didn't go into childhood psychology. It would have made a hell of a lot more sense, actually. It would have been a 'soft' specialty though. Her father wouldn't have approved which is probably what stopped her in the first place. "I think Will is going to grow into an incredibly bright kid. He's definitely got a lot of spunk," she smirked.

The though of Monty out on the roof brought a smile to her face and she leaned back, holding onto Kevin and teasing him until he'd giggle. She smiled up at him. Yes, she needed one of these soon. Liz looked over at Clara and decided that now was probably as good a time as any to explain her telepathy. She settled Kevin in her arms and he seemed to get comfortable too.

"I've been meaning to tell you something, Clara," she started, her tone light, "Monty has known since we first had started dating and that was back when it was still developing, but I feel like I should tell you now that I have the opportunity to see you in person... I'm telepathic. It came on after some of the space travel started when I was stationed as a shrink for active Starfleet crews. I came on slowly at first and it's mostly come to probably the strongest it's going to be. Just to clarify before you freak out on me, I block out most thoughts. I don't sit hear and read people's minds. I am empathetic as well, but that's also under my control..." Liz looked a little worried for a second, unsure of how Clara was going to react.

Clara settled back against the couch, sipping at her tea as Liz told her there was something she'd been meaning to tell her. It was kind of odd, the way she started out talking about it... Something that Montgomery had known about, alright, that meant it couldn't be bad. And then... Telepathic. It didn't really register at first. She'd heard of telepathy in other beings, of course - Vulcans, who had touch-telepathy, and Betazoids, who were almost uncomfortably telepathic. But telepathy in humans?

"Huh," she said, after a moment, taking another long sip of her tea. "Well... As long as Montgomery's alright with it, I don't see any reason to worry about it." She gave Liz a smile, and added, "It makes a lot of sense, actually. You're good at hidin' it, but sometimes... Sometimes I wondered if you didn't know what Montgomery was thinkin' before he knew it."

That couldn't have gone any better. It was a flash back to how Monty first reacted. She'd told him and he was more concerned for her. Of course, Clara was so similar to her brother, it didn't really surprise her that she was understanding. Her comment about knowing what Monty was thinking, well, that made her laugh. "Yes, I do actually know what he's thinking before he says it and on occasion he will actually run thoughts by me first," she said with another laugh.

"It's not dangerous, it's not contagious. It's not much of anything other than something I've been spending the last five years learning how to control and understand. Monty's been a big help with that. It was hard for a long time because it wasn't like I was born with it and it isn't like my parents are this way. It was just me. It's got to do with esper ratings and anomalies and sciencey things that aren't important. I just wanted you to know because all the important people in my life should know... even though your parents don't know.. and neither do mine..." she trailed off.

"Oh, Liz," Clara sighed, resisting the urge to reach over and pet her hair. It was a mother thing, and seeing Liz looking a bit uncomfortable about talking about her telepathy, those instincts took over, even though Liz wasn't really that much younger than she was. "I'll keep it secret as long as you want me to, I promise." She settled for giving Liz a hug, and a reassuring smile. "But I can tell you right now that if it doesn't bother Montgomery, it won't bother Dad, though... I'd leave it to him to tell Mum, if I were you."

Clara gave her that look. The one that protective mothers give when they feel like their child is learning a lesson about something that won't matter years down the road. She hugged her in return. She knew that Clara wouldn't say anything, but it didn't hurt to mention it. "Thank you," she said, even though she was going to get scolded for thanking her at all. "I'm waiting to tell your parents because my parents don't know and we all know it would get back to them immediately," Liz laughed, though it was a sort of nervous sound. She looked down to Kevin and saw him drifting off. Liz smiled.

Clara just nodded, and turned her attention to Kevin, who she could mother without it getting tiresome. She noticed he was drifting off, and she smiled as well, leaning forward to set her teacup down. "It's about time for his nap," she commented. "Did you want to come an' help me get him settled in?" She didn't expect Liz to say no. "And we'll check on Will, while we're at it. I just know I'm goin' to find him on the roof one day."

Liz wasn't exactly keen on giving Kevin back at all, so when she asked if she wanted to help get him settled in, she smiled. "Sure," she offered. Liz stood, cradling Kevin against her, feeling like this was exactly what she was supposed to be; a mother. She wasn't going to be able to keep from at least bringing up babies with her husband. She figured that after this she'd have to check on Monty, or maybe she'd curl up and take a nap for a while too. That sounded like a better and better idea. She was feeling pretty exhausted at the moment.

Clara was more than happy to let Liz keep holding onto Kevin. She loved her kids, dearly, but like any parent she took full advantage of the chance to get them out of her hair for a bit, and if Kevin was perfectly content to let Liz keep holding him, she saw no reason to stop it. She led the way up to her room, and settled down on the edge of the bed, nodding in the direction of Kevin's crib. "He shouldn't make too much of a fuss. Just toss him in there."

It was a good thing Liz understood Clara's sense of humor, otherwise she'd be worried. Liz placed Kevin into the crib. He didn't fuss, but stretched his legs before getting comfortable all over again. His eyes shut and Liz let out a dreamy sigh. She really did have some kind of illness it would seem.

"Your boys are lovely," she said, turning back to Clara. She looked towards the crib and sighed again, as if enough sighs would make it happen for her. With a little shrug she directed her attention back to her sister-in-law. "I am going to retreat for a bit until dinner, I think. Thank you for listening and not freaking out and letting me suffocate your children," she laughed.

"Made them myself," Clara teased, when Liz complimented her boys. "Well. With a little help, of course." She laughed lightly at that, and nodded when Liz said she was going to retreat before dinner. "Go, and get yourself some rest, and I'll hold down the fort 'til Mum and Dad get back. D'you want me to wake you for dinner, or d'you think you'll be up by then? Should be a couple hours, yet."

Liz laughed with her. "I think I'll be up, but in the even that I'm not, come bug me," she request. Liz left with a smile on her face. She found the room that Monty had vanished into. It didn't take her long to get settled into the bed beside him. She snuggled up against him, shutting her eyes and waiting for sleep to take her, unless her not-so-graceful way of climbing into bed woke up her husband. Otherwise, she was going to fall asleep.

He was only half-asleep, on the edge of achieving actual sleep, when Liz came in. With a sleepy, indistinct murmur, he got an arm around her, snuggling up to her in return. Now he'd be able to sleep properly. "So, what do you think so far?" he asked quietly, fighting off falling asleep so he could at least give Liz a proper goodnight kiss.

She snuggled in against him. He asked what she thought and it took her far too long to come up with an answer. She was half asleep by time her head hit the pillow. She felt him relax when she'd gotten in bed and having him feel that way only fed it back to her. She sighed and nodded. She then proceeded to murmur something about wanting kids, but she was already falling asleep by time it was half out of her mouth.

A few hours later, Clara came in and woke them up for dinner; by the sounds of things downstairs, Arthur and Rose had invited a couple more people over. It was going to be very loud, Scotty suspected, and very crowded, but that was more or less the Scott family way of doing things. And from what he could hear, one of the people invited over was one of his aunts - from his mother's side of the family. "Hope you don't a lot o' company," he sighed, wincing a bit as the sounds of his mother and aunt laughing at something drifted up the stairs. It wasn't that he didn't like his family; he was just tired from the trip, and he'd have preferred a quiet meal.

So they slept a little later than they meant to, which was okay with her. Either way, when Clara came in to let them know about dinner, Liz had already heard the excitement going on downstairs. On occasion, while she was sleeping, her guard was down and she'd start hearing thoughts before she even woke up, kind of like hearing people talk as you woke up except it tended to make her dream really weird. It never really bothered her on the Enterprise since she wasn't often interrupted, but this was out of the ordinary. Getting used to more noise, or unfamiliar noise, was going to take some time.

Monty wasn't looking too happy about it either. Like usual, they'd gone from sleeping right next to each other, to opposite sides of the bed. Liz rolled over and snuggled up against him, groaning, "can't we just pretend we're not here?"

He snuggled up to her, wrapping an arm around her waist, his eyes still shut. "Mm. We could probably get away with not showin' up. Maybe." If nothing else, he could go down alone and excuse Liz from dinner by claiming that she was overtired from the trip over. Hell, he was considering going down, claiming that they were both overtired from the trip, coming back up, and going back to sleep. It wasn't really a lie. He was tired. "I can run down an' tell 'em we're not feelin' up tae it."

Liz nuzzled against him. She really had no desire to get up but she knew that if she kept sleeping it wouldn't help them get anywhere in way of not being jet lagged. They needed to power through it or they were going to get into trouble. She tangled her legs with him and mumbled something against his chest. She huffed a sigh afterwards, though. "We should probably...." she trailed off, looking up at him with a pathetic look on her face.

He kissed her forehead and snuggled even closer, yawning. "I bet if we go back tae sleep, we'll wake up on time in the mornin'." That settled it, then - for him, at least. "Alright. Give me five minutes, an' I'll be right back." Reluctantly, he untangled himself from Liz and wandered downstairs, still half in the fog of sleep, and wandered back not five minutes later and crawled back into bed. "Right. More sleep?"

He untangled himself and she whined at him wordlessly, sounding like a little kid. She didn't really know where he was going until he came back. He suggested sleep and she realized that he must have convinced them that they were both too tired to be of pleasurable company. Instead of fighting that they should, Liz outstretched her arms and open and shut her hands repeatedly at him, beckoning him childishly back to bed. He did get back into bed and she half laid on top of him, tangling her legs with his again. "Whad'ja tell'm..." she muttered against his chest.

He yawned, not bothering to try and hide it. "Told 'em the truth. Still recoverin' from the trip." That was apparently all the explanation he needed to give, because he didn't offer up anything else as he wrapped his arms around her. Instead, he yawned again, toying with the ends of Liz's hair, letting his eyes drift shut.

She was okay with this explanation if they were. His yawn made her yawn and then she giggled sleepily.He started to toy with her hair and she got comfortable all over again. "Told your sister," she murmured, not really finishing the thought. There was more to it, but apparently it wasn't important enough to both explaining further. If he was awake, he'd ask, if not, it would come up later.

He was still on the verge of falling asleep right then and there, but Liz's half-finished comment got him to crack one eye open, peering at her curiously. "Told Clara what?" he asked, stifling another yawn. If he'd been more awake, he probably could have guessed what it was, but considering he was fighting to keep even just one eye open...

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