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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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Liz would have responded, but Will was currently trying to hand her a worm. She looked a little uncomfortable about the idea and instead smiled. "I'm sure Uncle Monty wants to see the worm, Will," she chimed in. With a little laugh, Liz watched Will bounce and whine until Monty just had to take the worm from him.

"How about you stop bringing worms back?" she asked. WIll just glared at her as best a five year old can glare. He wasn't really all that bad of a kid. He was just a boy. Granted, a little energetic. Liz leaned a little against Monty. "We can finish this conversation later," she whispered to him, watching Will now roll in the grass. "How's Clara feel about dirt?"

"Clara had me as a brother. I'm pretty sure she's used tae dirt," he laughed, depositing the second worm over the side of the blanket. "Granted, I don't know how she feels about frogs..." And there was little question that Will was going to absolutely insist that he get to take the frog back home. "Though I get the feelin' this isn't the first time he's insisted on takin' somethin' home." He laughed again, leaning his head against Liz's as he watched Will continue to roll around.

"No, probably not," she replied. It was probably not uncommon for Will to come bouncing into the house with something that really ought to stay outside. She could only imagine what Kevin was going to be like when he got a bit older. It was hard to tell when they are little. Sometimes they are just like their siblings, sometimes they are the absolute opposite. It's always something of a surprise. She couldn't wait for that feeling.

Monty was perfectly content to just sit for a bit, leaning against Liz, watching Will, but his young nephew had other plans, and after a few more moments of rolling around the ground, Will came bounding back over to the picnic blanket and all but hauled Monty to his feet, leaving Liz alone on the blanket. Monty glanced back and gave her a helpless shrug before he was conscripted to play the part of the evil Klingon Empire, dying several increasingly dramatic deaths as Captain William saved the Federation from certain destruction. By the time Will grew tired of that game, Monty was just as covered in dirt and grass and leaves as he was.

Liz watched them play. Monty was over dramatic, but in a way that Will seemed to be okay with. He was the ever valiant captain, saving the day each and every time. All too soon death was on her dear husband, the representation of the Klingon Empire. She laughed from afar and by time they were returning, the two of them looked like they'd rolled around in the grass for days. She just smirked up at the two of them, eyebrows raised and started to sincerely laugh, "it looks like you lost."

"Aye, but it was for the good o' the Federation," Monty replied, laughing, as he rejoined Liz, more or less flopping down onto the blanket. Will, not finished with the game, decided that this was the perfect opportunity to launch a tickle attack - a strategy that backfired when Monty turned the tables on him and returned the attack with more of the same. That was enough to make Will shriek and retreat to the other end of the blanket. "What d'you say tae headin' back?"

Liz scooted away when the tickling started. She wasn't too keen on getting in the middle of the boys while they were play fighting. Instead she laughed as Will retreated. The suggestion to head back was met by a groan from William and Liz just smirked. "We'll play more later," she suggested, "let us go warm up a bit and get cleaned up." That didn't go over very well either, but with a bit of pouting while Liz got things packed away - while strategically hiding the frog out of site until she was sure he'd forgotten - Will was distracted moments later.

Monty helped in keeping Will preoccupied, and by the time they were all packed up to head back to the house, the boy had completely forgotten all about his frog, and instead insisted on another ride on Uncle Monty's back. Nothing got that kid down for very long, not even the prospect of having to go home instead of staying and playing all day at the park. "Think your Mum's goin' tae make you take a bath, Will?" he asked, much to the horror of the young boy, who spent a few minutes protesting that he did not need a bath.

While Monty was carting the little one off, Liz let the frog go. It sat very still for a long while and she felt a little bad about that. There wasn't much she could do, though, so she just let him be where he was. She grabbed the blanket and caught up with them. It wasn't long until they were back at the house, Will still perched on his uncle's back. They walked into the house, wiping their feet off outside so as not to track dirt back in the house.

Once they were back to the house and Will had been handed off to Clara, who took one look at him and declared it bath time - much to his dismay - Monty spent a few minutes putting things away from their picnic, well aware that he needed a shower as much as Will needed a bath. He figured he'd let Clara get Will's bathwater run first, though, before using up the hot water himself. What do you say tae joinin' me in the shower? he thought in Liz's direction, just in case anyone who shouldn't overhear that was close enough to have heard it if he'd said it out loud.

Liz helped put away things from their picnic, as well. Clara didn't seem surprised that Will looked a mess, but it was obvious that Will didn't understand how he could possibly need a bath. She was finished putting things away and folding the blanket again - though she imagined they'd want to fold it - when she got a very specific thought from Monty. She smirked and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. I think I can make that work she mentally replied. Liz held out her hand to him and lead him back to the guest room.

With the door closed, she felt more comfortable talking out loud. She locked it, just in case Will got done with his bath and decided a visit was needed. "You are a mess," she teased, getting a good look at Monty. Maybe now - or after he was clean - they could discuss children a bit more.

He just laughed, shedding his coat before pulling his shirt up over his head. "I imagine so," he replied, starting to make his way toward the bathroom. He continued to shed clothing as he went, until he'd undressed fully and reached the shower. He turned it on and turned back to the mirror, giving the water a minute to heat up. "Look at this, I've still got bits o' leaf in my hair." And on top of that, he was rather incredibly muddy at well. "How'd I get leaves in my hair? I haven't got enough hair tae get leaves stuck in it."

She just watched him walk into the bathroom, shaking her head and laughing. She wasn't quite sure what they were supposed to do about him. "I have no idea," she giggled, following him finally into the bathroom. He had a bit of mud on him as well and that just looked silly on a grown man. She pulled off her shirt, followed by her jeans. She had left her coat and shoes and socks by the bed. After a moment she was down to nothing and stepping into the shower. The hot water was perfect at the moment and she soaked just long enough before he stepped into it and she could let him stand under the spray.

He slipped in behind her, still chuckling at himself, because he really did look an awful mess. Nothing a bit of hot water, soap, and shampoo wouldn't fix, though. He'd certainly looked worse some days coming out of the engine room. "Just what I get for bein' the Klingon Empire, I suppose." Another soft laugh, and he set about getting himself cleaned up, relaxing under the hot water.

"I suppose it is," she teased, "maybe you should reconsider who you ally yourself with. To be fair, Captain William looked a mess, as well." Liz laughed and leaned her back against the cold shower tiles, letting him take his time to get that dirt and grime off of him. She really hadn't expected him to take to Will as well as he did. She knew that kids were a bit of rough subject for him. He'd had it in his head for years that he thought he'd make a horrible father; she couldn't find an original to that thought, but it was there.

He hadn't expected to take to Will as well as he did. But it was impossible not to like the kid; there was just something about Will that made it easy to interact with him. He wasn't shy at all, that was for sure. "I can almost guarantee you that within five minutes o' gettin' intae the tub, Captain William decided that havin' a bath was the best thing ever." Really, the kid was enthusiastic about everything.

Will was the kid that leaked enthusiasm and he was pretty likable as much as kids could be. She smiled up at Monty and stood up straight to get her arms around him. "I'd bet that's exactly what happened," she smiled. Standing on her toes she was able to kiss him. "I'm glad we got to spend time here," she said with a soft smile. All in all, the trip was good. She still felt a little weird about being on Earth, but the picnic and all that had done wonders for her mood.

He wrapped his arms around her in return, pulling her close. "I'm glad my family hasn't proven too crazy tae handle," he replied, closing his eyes a moment. "You know, love," he continued, after a thoughtful pause, "If we keep standin' like this an' you keep kissin' me..."

"I married you. I knew what I signed up for," she teased right back at him. His thoughtful pause only made her laugh as she was pulled close to him. "You say that every time we take a shower, you know," she argued back at him. As if it was really that big of a deal. Either way, she kissed him again, laughing halfway through it and pulling back.

"I know," he replied, grinning. "But can you blame me?" She kissed him again, and he returned her kiss, still smiling. When she laughed, he couldn't help but laugh too, and he pulled away, shaking his head at her. "Elizabeth Scott, what am I goin' tae do with you?" There was plenty he'd like to do with her. Then again, they might not have much more time alone together before Will decided to come looking for them again.

"Whether I can and whether I will are two completely different things," she added. He asked what he was going to do with her and she knew all too well what he'd like to do with her. She also knew what he had done with her before, but right now, her mind was thinking something entirely different, actually. She looked up at him, a soft smile on her lips, her head tilted to the side, "you're going to have kids with me..." she said hopefully.

"Aye, love," he said, raising a hand to run his fingers through her hair. "That I am." It was difficult to decipher how he felt about the prospect. He was looking forward to it, certainly, because he knew Liz wanted it and he'd do anything to make her happy. While he still missed the Enterprise, that particular chapter of his life had come to an end, and it was time to begin a new one, but even now he was still a little apprehensive. Not enough to completely turn him away from the idea, but the thought of actually having a family of his own...

And in an instant, she had tears in her eyes and she smiling, feeling like something she'd always wanted had just fallen into place. It was within reach. They could have children and she wouldn't feel like she was pressuring him, because he was the one who mentioned it. He meant it. He wanted to. And sure he wanted to make her happy, but she knew that at the end of the day, he wanted this too in some way. "Thank you," she said softly, "I love you." Liz wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly.

He slipped his arms around her and held her tightly, resting his head against hers. He didn't bother to tell her that she didn't need to thank him; she'd already know that, and if he said it, she'd argue that she did need to thank him. Instead, he simply accepted her thanks without comment, and only replied, "I love you, Elizabeth." Nearly five years, she'd had to wait before the two of them could even consider starting a family. No matter what apprehension he might feel about the matter, he didn't want to make her wait even longer.

He was and always would be the most incredible man in her life. She knew that beyond any doubt just as much as she'd known when she first told him that she was telepathic. He was always putting her first and between the two of them, they had more love than any one person could handle. She had every intention of having kids and she would someday look back and they'd wonder why it even had to be discussed at all. She wanted to ask again if he was sure but she knew he was. Instead she just kissed him again before pulling back. "After the wedding?" she said, making a sort of time suggestion.

future!verse: A Quick Visit

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