tampered | log; ongoing;

When; Wednesday, June 1st
Rating; PG. PG-13 if you don't let your little 'uns read snark and fail
Characters;

tempzilla &

allshesgotsir
Summary; Two people in desperate need of lives head out to the Blue Light. Oh dear.
Log; Donna spent hours on her couch, just thinking. She wished that Lizzy were still around, but her roommate had left the City after a very short period of time. Donna's luck with roommates was about a bad as her luck with men. There would be no advice from Miss Bennet. She had tried calling Romana, but the other woman was busy, and all Donna's other female friends were much younger than her. She'd feel silly asking them for advice.

So she sat on her couch, wondering: was this a date? Neither she nor Scotty had ever labeled it as such, but it had all the hallmarks of a date. He was a man. She was a woman. They were both single. They were going to a bar. He was picking her up at her apartment. It had to be a date, right?

But she had gone out with other men and it hadn't been dates. She'd had dinner with Tony -- but he wasn't single. She'd gone drinking with Kirk -- he was single, but he was also a slut. A relationship wasn't something he was looking for. And she'd had coffee with Chekov, but he was a baby.

The most aggravating thing about having the mind of a Time Lord was it didn't help her solve the problems that actually mattered.

In her worry and confusion, she hadn't been keeping an eye on the time. She heard the doorbell ring and panicked. Fortunately, it was for next door, but she glanced at the clock and realized she only had forty-five minutes to get ready. With a yelp, she jumped off the couch, tripped, and stumbled to her room to get ready.

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Scotty hoped he wasn't jumping to any conclusions when he assumed this was a date. He hadn't really connected with a woman since, well since before joining Starfleet, and that had ended badly. Woman tended to believe he would never amount to anything as a husband because he was already married to machines. Alright, so he did spend an inordinate amount of time with them. Who could blame him? They didn't confuse him. They didn't get upset when he didn't call. You could talk to them, but they never talked back. Alright, that last bit made him wish he understood women more.

Donna...she'd been in and out of his thoughts since he'd first met her. Sure, he'd never met her in person, but he'd seen glimpses of her, and that laugh and that brilliant mind were always accompanied by that flashing smile and that mane of red hair. He cleared his throat and adjusted the collar of his shirt, hoping she liked the flowers (http://www.arenaflowers.com/product_image/large/1274.jpg) he's got for her. They matched that hair of hers to a tee.

Then, he rang the bell.

Donna was just about to wipe her make-up off and try another shade of lipstick when the doorbell rang. "Shoot!" She scrambled out of the bathroom, quickly but carefully pulled on her blouse -- make-up before blouse, her mother always said, and while Donna tried to ignore most of what her mother said, some advice was worth it -- and hurried to open the door.

She pulled it open, smiling breathlessly and thinking to herself that she probably should have taken a moment so it wouldn't be so obvious she was in a hurry. "HI!" she said, just a trifle too enthusiastically.

Scotty smiled when he saw her. Her energy was contagious, even if he didn't notice, and he smiled broadly. "Hello! Yer even more beautiful in person than I could've imagined, Donna." His smile shattered when he realized what he'd said.

"Eh, well, what I mean tae say is...it's good tae meet ye. Properly, I mean, an', eh," he remembered what he was holding. "I hope ye like them?"

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Donna blushed, flattered. It had been awhile since she'd gotten a compliment from someone who wasn't just trying to make her feel better...or who was cursed. This wasn't a curse day, was it? She didn't think it was. But it was possible that they both were cursed and didn't know it. Curses did that some times. She hoped this wasn't a curse.

"Thank you," she said, taking the flowers. She hated carnations, honestly, but when a cute, smart man brings you flowers, you don't quibble about the species. "They're beautiful." She put them in the vase by the door and flashed another smile. "Ready to go?"

He returned her smile with one of his own. She was adorable when she blushed. "Aye, lass," He said, giving her his arm. "Lead th' way."

Donna took his arm, although she soon had to disentangle herself to lock her flat door behind her. "Sorry," she said, flustered, and hesitantly took it again. The epitome of grace, she was. She could just hear her mother sniping in the back of her mind.

Fortunately, The Blue Light was not too far, and they reached the bar quickly.

Scotty had to admit, it wasn't the type of place he would've frequented back home. Of course, pubs in Scotland tended to be a lot more rowdy than your average jazz club. The atmosphere was calming. He liked it. He liked this. Having an attractive and intelligent woman on his arm, smiling, laughing. He found himself silently thanking the Captain for the time off.

"I like this place," He said, smiling. "It's verra...I dinnae know. Eh...charmin'."

"It's a real classy place," Donna agreed as they took a seat. "I stopped by that other place...Victrola? Once. Not my kind of place. It had a bit too much flavor to it."

He smiled, meeting her eyes. "It suits ye. Eh, this place, I mean, o' course."

A waiter came by and she ordered a drink. "So what do you normally do for fun, Scotty?" she asked aftrer the waiter had left.

Scotty chuckled self-consciously. "I...well...I like tae read technical manuals."

Donna looked at him, her jaw dropping just slightly. "Seriously?"

And he chuckled nervously again, "Aye, I do." He cleared his throat. "I also like tae tinker wi' equations an' th' like."

Donna sighed and shook her head with exaggerated despair. "You're a nerd," she said.

Scotty heaved a sigh. "Aye, now ye see why people ha' been tellin' me I need tae get a life."

He looked up. "So, eh, what dae you like tae do?"

Donna grinned and shrugged. "Nothing very interesting myself. Read magazines. Watch the telly. I've been making my way through on particle physics that's actually pretty exciting reading." She laughed a little. "Which is something I never thought I'd say. But other than that, pretty normal."

He laughed. "Well, we're a pair, are we no'? Though," he said, leaning forward slightly. "Particle physics is a fascinatin' subject."

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