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grampianlettingsonline · 1 year

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Local Attractions from Your Luxury Apartment in Aberdeen

A serviced apartment is a fully furnished apartment that is available for short or long-term rental. It is typically managed by Grampian Lettings Ltd and includes amenities such as housekeeping, linen service, and 24-hour front desk service. Serviced apartments are a popular alternative to traditional hotels, as they offer more space and privacy, as well as a kitchen and laundry facilities.

Luxury serviced apartments typically have high-end furnishings, appliances, and finishes. you may expect to have a better and high class decoration and comfort. They are often located in desirable neighborhoods or in the city center, and may be more expensive than standard serviced apartments.

Luxury Serviced Apartment Aberdeen using by Grampian Lettings Ltd Serviced Apartment Aberdeen is an ideal choice for those with a tight schedule, who need somewhere to stay but have no time or patience to deal with the hassle of finding and booking a hotel room. It’s fast, easy and convenient for you to use. You can book as late as you like and leave as early as you like.

With all this convenience, it’s no wonder that people are choosing serviced apartments over hotels in Aberdeen. With all of the facilities that these apartments provide, it’s easy to see why they are so popular. Some of the benefits include:

Convenience – if you need somewhere to stay overnight while on business or while visiting the city, a serviced apartment makes it easy for you. You can leave your home at any time during the day or night without having to worry about where your next hotel room will be located

Comfort – these apartments usually have more than one bedroom and as such offer more space than single-room hotels

Security – if you want your belongings safe while you are out of town, then a serviced apartment is probably going to

Reasons To Choose Serviced Apartment In Aberdeen

There are several reasons why someone might choose to stay in a serviced apartment in Aberdeen:

Space: Serviced apartments often offer more space than a traditional hotel room, which can make them more comfortable for longer stays.

Amenities: Many serviced apartments include a full kitchen, which allows guests to prepare their own meals and save money on dining out. They also often have other amenities such as laundry facilities and separate living areas, which can make them more convenient for guests.

Privacy: Serviced apartments are generally more private than hotel rooms, as guests have their own entrance and are not sharing common spaces with other guests.

Cost-effective: In general, serviced apartments can be more cost-effective than hotel rooms, particularly for longer stays.

Location: Serviced apartments are often located in residential areas, which can provide a more authentic experience of living like a local.

Family friendly: Family can stay in one room together, enjoy more space and feel more like home, rather than feel constrained in a smaller hotel room.

Flexibility: Serviced apartments tend to offer more flexibility with check-in and check-out times than hotels, which can be beneficial for guests with unpredictable schedules.

It is also worth noting that Serviced Apartments in Aberdeen are close to many convenient amenities such as Restaurants, bars, and supermarkets, making them an ideal choice for business travelers and tourist. Grampian Lettings Ltd offers luxury serviced apartments in Aberdeen for holiday rentals . Our expert dedicated team takes your vacation seriously and we believe that a serviced apartment should be a home away from home no matter how long your vacation is. For more information about our available selection of Aberdeen serviced apartment rentals. please contact us on +44 1224 044585 or visit grampianlettings.co.uk

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scotianostra · 4 months

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25th January marks the annual celebration of Burns Night - a time to celebrate Scotland's favourite son, and world renowned poet and song writer Robert Burns who was born on this day 1759.

I have covered Oor Rabbie on may occasions so on this day I hope to bring you a few facts about Scotland's National Bard and his legacy.

Known as somewhat of a ladies man, Burns is known to have fathered 12 or 13 children, depending on the source, to 4 different women. His last born child, Maxwell, was born on the same day as his funeral 25 July 1796, meaning his wife Jean Armour missed his send off.

As a lad growing up in Ayrshire, Burns was always fond of supernatural stories, most of which were told to him by an old widow who helped out on his father's farm. These stories no doubt had an influence on his writings in the future and perhaps were the inspiration for his classic masterpiece, Tam O'Shanter and the lesser known Adress to the Deil and Halloween. Even in these poems he flattered the fairer sex with his words, this from the latter poem.....

The lasses feat, an' cleanly neat, Mair braw than when they're fine; Their faces blythe, fu' sweetly kythe, Hearts leal, an' warm, an' kin':

Of course Burns also gives another of his favourite subjects a mention in this verse, "the deil himsel," Look it up it's another guid yin!

Burns didn't always want to stay in Scotland - he hoped to move to the Caribbean island of Jamaica. Although following the success of his poetry collection 'Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect' (or the Kilmarnock Edition as it is known), he opted to move closer to home, settling in Edinburgh for a time.

For all his fame, Burns never forgot his humble roots. His love for farming stayed with him throughout his life and his writing often dealt with issues affecting the poorer classes, notably highlighting the need for greater social equality. Indeed he is known as the Ploughman Poet, a nod to his farming life.

And on his legacy, Burns has gathered some very famous fans since his passing, US president Abraham Lincoln could recite Burns’ works by heart. Bob Dylan says that ‘A Red, Red Rose’ by Burns is his source of greatest creative inspiration and Michael Jackson song Thriller is said to have been inspired by Tam O'Shanter.

In Japan at pedestrian crossing you don't get beeps like here in Scotland, they play a rendition of the Burns song ‘Coming Through The Rye’.

There are more statues in honour of Rabbie than any other male figure in history, only surpassed in total by Queen Victoria. (I am not including religious statues).

In 2005 Robert Burns was the first person ever to feature on a bottle of Coca Cola, about a million were made they currently trade for around £10 and I have one, unopened in my kitchen cupboard.

Arguably Burns most famous song, Auld Lang Syne, has appeared in over 170 Hollywood films including The Apartment, It’s A Wonderful Life and When Harry Met Sally. , but he only rewrote the verse, he sent the poem to the Scots Musical Museum in 1788 indicating that it was an ancient song but that he'd been the first to record it on paper. The phrase 'auld lang syne' roughly translates as 'for old times' sake', and the song is all about preserving old friendships and looking back over the events of the year.

In the US city of Atlanta, there is a life-size imitation of Burns’ first home in Alloway, South Ayrshire, although it doesn't have the famous thatched roof.

In Scotland, there are some 20 official Burns memorials dotted around the country, from Aberdeen to the final resting place of Burns in Dumfries, which commemorate his journey from Ayrshire to “Auld Lang Syne”.

‘My Heart’s in the Highlands’ was translated and adopted as the marching song of the Chinese resistance fighter in the Second World War.

In 2009 STV viewers voted Robert Burns ‘The Great Scot’, beating the likes of William Wallace, Robert the Bruce among others.

There are Burns Clubs scattered across the globe, but the very first one, known as The Mother's Club, was founded in Greenock in 1801. They held the very first Burns Supper on what they thought was his birthday, January 29th 1802, only to discover that his birthday was actually January 25th!

Since then Burns suppers have been held worldwide.

I know some of you out there will toil to understand some of Burns's poetry, don't fear you will find the Best of Robert Burns, translated into the "de'il's tongue" just Click here...

The song Ae Fond Kiss, was one of my mums favourites the words "Never met-or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted" are inscribed on her grave......"

#scotland #scottish #history #makar #poet #Farmer #Ploughman #National poet #Robrt Burn

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Letter from J. V. Yaukey

Record Group 173: Records of the Federal Communications Commission Series: General Correspondence

A radio listener expresses is appreciation of the Mercury Theater's War of the Worlds broadcast.

[Stamp in upper left corner] Received Federal Communications Commission [unreadable] [Stamp in upper middle] Received Nov 15 1938 Correspondence Section Aberdeen, S. Dak. November 1, 1938 Federal Communications Commission Washington, D.C. [Stamped] 44-3 War of the Worlds Gentlemen: I have read considerable concerning the program of Orson Welles presented over the Columbia Broadcasting System Sunday evening. I suppose that by this time you have received many letters from numerous cranks and crack-pots who quickly became jitterbugs during the program. I was one of the thousands who heard this program and did not jump out of the window, did not attempt suicide, did not break my arm while beating a hasty retreat from my apartment, did not anticipate a horrible death, did not hear the Martians "rapping at my chamber door", did not see the monsters landing in war-like regalia in the park across the street, but sat serenely entertained no end by the fine portrayal of a fine play. The "Mercury Theatre" has been one of the radio high-lights of the week for me this fall. The program Sunday, I felt, was one of their better programs. Should your commission contemplate serious measures toward the Columbia Broadcasting System my suggestion would be that the "Mercury Theatre" be directed to re-broadcast this program and the reaction of all the listening audience be solicited. In the interest of a continuation of the fine things in radio today, I am, Very respectfully yours, J.V. Yaukey [Signature] J.V. Yaukey P.S.- I am in the State Administrative office of the South Dakota State Employment Service and every member of our staff who heard the program subscribes to what I have had to say. [Stamp] Filed in Dec 15 1938 D.M. & F. SEC.

#archivesgov #November 1 #1938 #1930s #orson welles #war of the worlds #Mercury Theater #fcc

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janeyre · 3 months

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call me on the way home (1/2)

otp: tentoo x rose

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summary: After a slight mishap at Torchwood, Rose has gone temporarily missing. While Mia is out, she runs into her mum, but not as she last saw her - instead wearing a blue leather jacket with deep circles beneath her eyes. Worried about her mum's state and trying to comfort her, Mia calls the Doctor so Rose can speak to him.

AO3

Really quite a bummer when your mum goes missing, even if it’s just for a Torchwood mission and it’s probably fine anyways. Wandering the streets of central London, Mia Tyler was hopeful it would all be resolved soon – her dad wasn’t one to let anything happen to the one and only Rose Tyler.

The corners of her mouth turned up at the thought. She had fifteen years of experience in just how protective her dad was over “his girls.”

Apparently they’d been dealing with some aliens, Ainchenns, who had what her dad liked to call a “transport gun” – a teleportation device turned weapon. Whoever wound up on the receiving end suddenly found themselves somewhere else entirely. The beam wasn’t very strong though, so at most, her mum had just been displaced to some other location on this little island they liked to call home. God forbid she ended up somewhere the likes of Aberdeen, though.

The very thought made her shiver, no matter the summer sun that shone in the sky.

Lost in her frigid northern thoughts, Mia was quite content to let her feet take her wherever they may. Truth be told, it almost stressed her out more to be with her dad when things like this happened. Living in the uncertainty of the situation right there along with him was a lot different than being somewhere else and trusting that it would all work out. Besides, he was probably sitting there just trying her mum’s mobile anyway.

No sooner had she rounded a corner and found herself in front of the Thames, that she found her mum as well.

The sensation of the void ate at Rose Tyler’s very being as if pulling her apart from every direction and then– it was over.

Christ, but she was still in London.

Upon immediate reflection, it wasn’t the right one either, as the TARDIS key she had carefully tucked beneath her shirt remained cold.

“Control, shift me back in fifteen. Not the right universe, gonna take a quick look around.” Don’t even think I left this universe in the first place, she murmured under her breath. The zeppelins overhead certainly weren’t a good sign.

“Roger that, over.”

She looked up from sliding her phone into her pocket right into the face of a shocked teenage girl who had just rounded the corner and was now, at the sight of her, running up to grab her in a hug.

“Mum! Oh thank god you’re alright, we’ve been worried sick about you.” And suddenly Rose found herself with arms thrown round her neck, hugging her tightly.

Shit, shit, shit, she thought. Whoever this kid is, I’m not her mum. But I can’t go breaking her heart, if she’s vulnerable enough to throw herself at a stranger.

The young girl let out a laugh that seemed suspiciously wet. “Dad’s gonna be so upset when he hears that after all the work he did, it was me who found you.” She inhaled deeply, as if finally relaxing. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

What am I gonna say to her? Rose thought. She returned the hug gently, so as not to alarm her. Think of something, think of something…

She pulled away slowly to look the young woman in the eyes, brown enough to remind her of– she stopped that thought in its tracks as soon as it started, even if the metaphorical knife between her ribs was already twisting. “Sweetheart, I…. I may not be who you think I am.”

The look in the teenager’s eyes changed in an instant. “Mum?” The single syllable was dripping with confusion.

But before Rose was forced to think of something else to say in this painfully awkward conversation, a lightbulb seemed to go off in the young girl’s eyes. As if sizing her up, she scanned Rose up and down, before nodding her head ever so slightly to herself.

“You’ve not just come by way of Ainchenn transport gun, have you?”

Rose shook her head carefully, brows knitting in confusion. How could a kid think to ask a question like that?

This too had a profound effect on the stranger. Her cheeks burnt bright red, her eyes flying down to her trainers.

“God , I’m so sorry. I’m, well, I’m Mia. I’m, um,” she paused, searching for the right words in this impossible situation. How to introduce yourself to the person who chose your name, raised you? “I am still your daughter though.” She cringed instantly. Great word choice.

Rose only quirked an eyebrow before the girl – Mia – started again.

“Sorry, sorry, that sounded insane too. What I mean is, well,” another pause, “you’re not from this time period, are you?”

At this, Rose grew deeply, genuinely confused. It was her turn to size up the person in front of her. How could a girl who scarcely looked old enough for high school know about time travel? Why would she?

“I’m not, no. I’m travelling, trying to get back to this man I used to travel with, called the –”

“The Doctor,” Mia finished in unison.

Rose’s heart set quick to pounding. “You know the Doctor?” She could tell her eyes were wide, her mouth hanging open, but she didn’t care. If this girl knew about the Doctor, she would take whatever she could get. She could feel the blood rushing hot through her veins.

Mia smiled, and nodded cautiously. “Yeah, like I said, I’m your daughter.”

Rose’s head span. What?

“What do you mean?”

Mia smiled sheepishly. “The Doctor and Rose Tyler are my parents. You’re Rose Tyler.”

Rose’s ears were ringing. The Doctor and Rose Tyler are my parents. She and the Doctor had a kid? She’d never even considered kids with him, let alone thought he might want to have some with her one day.

But if she were telling the truth…

And if she really was still in Pete’s World…

And Mia’s eyes did remind her of the Doctor’s.

Rose shook her head; the thought was insane. She needed to get a hold of herself.

She swallowed the lump that had suddenly appeared in her throat.

“How do you know about the Doctor?” she questioned again.

Mia bit her lip, deep in thought. Clearly this whole “knowing the Doctor” thing was a hang-up for her mum – makes sense if that’s the one thing that’s been kept out of her reach for the past few years.

Another lightbulb clicked on.

“Can I show you a picture?” When Rose didn’t show signs of dissenting, she pulled out her phone. “For us, your birthday was just last week, so we went out to dinner, the three of us. I can show you.”

Mia drifted into Rose’s personal space, where Rose practically vibrated with tension. She watched with rapt attention as Mia opened her messages, tapped a string titled “THE tylers” and then scrolled up a ways. She tried to read the messages as they flew past as fast as she could – the phrase “Grandma Jackie” stood out to her, and a text that read “so I’m still picking you up from school?” At last, Mia found what she was looking for, and tapped on the picture to let it fill the screen.

Rose’s heart stopped in her chest, her very breath freezing in her lungs.

There for her eyes to drink their fill was herself, squished between the young woman who stood before her and the Doctor. Right there, grinning so wide it could split his face, with his arm around Rose’s shoulders.

The Doctor.

She couldn’t help herself from lifting the phone from Mia’s hands to inspect it closer, or to quickly brush away the tear that had landed on the screen.

The face that she hadn’t seen in almost three years. Looking into the camera. Looking at her. She wanted to stand here and soak it up forever. She wanted to do whatever it took to be in that photo.

(As if flinging herself across universes wasn’t enough. If only it worked.)

Mia was finding it hard to be unaffected at the sight of her own mother being so distraught, no matter how far apart in time they were. Her own heart clenched at the way tears welled up and ran down her mother’s cheeks, unnoticed, because she was so entranced by the picture before her.

It was devastating. Hearing her parents, stupid, love-drunk as they were, talking about their time apart was one thing, but watching one of them trapped in the very middle of that heartbreak was something else entirely. Before she even realised she was doing it, Mia was searching for a way to fix this, to make it better.

She’d heard when she walked up that her mum was already planning on jumping back. Not reversing the transport gun like she’d thought, but jumping back. With the dimension cannon. Having her dad come over from wherever he was wouldn’t work. They might not have a lot of time.

A lightbulb didn’t flicker on this time so much as a neon sign above an all-night diner never really turns off.

“I can call him,” Mia suddenly heard herself say. Rose’s head snapped up, as if on a string that had been yanked. “If you want.”

Rose’s throat went dry. “Call him?” She blinked, tried to stand up straighter.

Mia nodded, unsure but hopeful. “Would that be okay? Would you like that?” Please say yes, she thought.

Rose nodded, trying to take hold of herself. “Yeah. Call him.” She tried to catch her breath. “Please.”

Her heart was pounding. It was like she’d just had ten shots of espresso, ran a marathon, and been awake for three days straight. In a few short moments, she was going to talk to the Doctor.

Rose delicately handed the phone back, treating it as if it were a newborn baby. As far as she was concerned, it was precious. She watched as Mia took it, navigated to the phone, and from the favourites list tapped on the contact titled Dad, followed by three banana emojis.

As it began to ring Mia brought it to her ear. The sound was deafening.

Make that eleven shots of espresso. She was going to throw up. The blare of the dial tone. She was going to pass out. She was going to–

“Hello, my ladybug,” a garbled – but unmistakable — voice said on the other end of the line.

The Doctor was on the other end of that phone call. It was all Rose could do not to break down into tears right there.

Mia felt suddenly winded. “Dad?”

“I’m here. Is everything okay?” It was so good to hear his voice. Why did she have tears in her eyes?

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Um, funny story, though.” Her eyes flickered nervously to her mum, who wasn’t so much looking at her as the phone pressed to her ear.

“Funny story in a good way, or a bad way?”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “You know how before Mum found you again, she jumped around to different places? Across, like, universes, and stuff?”

“I’m not likely to forget.” It was an attempt at cheek, but his suddenly sombre tone belied any humour.

Rose’s heart felt almost too big for her chest. She was going to explode. She was listening to the Doctor talk about what she was going through right now. He remembered. In whatever future he was in, he knew and he remembered because they were in that future together.

“Well, uhm.” Her voice picked up speed. “It’s not Mum now, it’s before she came back, she’s jumped here and she’s here and she wants to talk to you. She, uhm. She misses you.”

“What? ” Even without seeing him, both women could clearly picture the look of confusion on his face.

“I think she may have to –” she searched for the right word “-- go back soon, but I was thinking you could talk to her?”

Even from here, she could hear the gears turning in his mind.

“Can I give the phone to her?”

He came out of his stupor a little. “Yeah, yes, please. Thank you, Mia. You clever, clever girl.”

Mia looked up at Rose then, gently offering the phone towards her. Rose gazed back, as if she was being trusted with something too precious to be exchanged here, on this pavement beside the Thames, on a random over-bright day.

She brought the phone to her ear, ever so delicately.

“Rose?” the Doctor said.

She couldn’t help it.

She burst into tears.

“Rose, is that you?”

She tried to manage an affirmative mmhmm, she really did. But he was talking to her and she had missed him so much .

“I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry I’m not there with you right now.” The sound of his voice . She sobbed. “Are– are you alright?”

“I just–” She blew out a long breath. “I - I miss you.” The admission was enough to start her off again, her grief having finally found an outlet through which to pass freely; the water of the river finally crashing through the dam.

“I know,” he murmured, “I miss you too.”

And it was so terribly true, the Doctor thought to himself. Sitting alone at this table in a conference room at Torchwood, having spent the whole afternoon trying to find his wife. And she was looking for him too. His heart twisted and snarled in his chest, looking for something to close around, aching to be with her. No matter the time or the place. They were always trying to find their way back to each other.

Another sob breaking through her almost destroyed him. He’d spent (too much) time since opening his eyes to this new existence now more than twenty-some years ago, thinking about all the ways he wished he could have been there for her when she was doing this – jumping from universe to universe, no end in sight and no reason to hope, with the weight of all of creation and then some on her shoulders. All alone.

All but for this stolen reprieve.

“You are so brave, my precious, brilliant girl. I am so lucky being able to talk to you right now, to tell you that it’s all going to be okay. Because it is. I’m proof, and so is Mia.” Rose resigned all hope of reigning in her tears. Her eyes flickered up to Mia at the mention, who was watching her nervously but tried for a reassuring smile at the eye contact. She offered her mum a little thumbs up.

“We have a daughter, Rose.”

Even though he knew it, and had known it, and had revelled in the joy of it for more than fifteen years, the Doctor still found himself suddenly misty-eyed. “Every single joy in the universe lives in her, and in you, because you found your way back to me. I promise, you are so close to this nightmare being over, okay? I promise. Even though I’m not with you now physically, I’m always with you. My Fortuna.”

Her breath shuttered and halted and rushed back in. My Fortuna.

“Can I ask, when you’ve just come from?”

She cleared her throat and tried to take a steadying breath. She was going to find her way back to him. The thought overwhelmed her every sense. She was blind, unseeing in the dark, except for this one flicker of light she could now crawl towards.

“My birthday’s just gone, too. Just over a month ago now. 2008.”

The Doctor couldn’t help the short gasp he let out. If it was almost June 2008, then she really was close to this nightmare being over.

“Is – is that good?” Nervous.

She could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, could picture it stretching his cheeks and shining like the sun. “Yes . I know I don’t need to tell you we’re toeing the proverbial laws-of-time line as it is already, but you are so close. You’re in the home stretch.”

A bomb could have just gone off, from the way her ears were ringing. The home stretch. She was in the home stretch and she was going to find him again and one day she’d be able to see the smile she could now only hear.

With cruel irony, her dimension cannon beeped at her side. A computer’s voice announced, “two minutes until shift.”

Damn that stupid cannon and these stupid universes and her stupid luck.

“It feels like I’m never gonna find you,” she whispered. Her darkest secret.

His heart twisted and shattered and broke. He missed her. He needed her. He loved her.

“You will, I promise you will.” He bit down on his lip. The Doctor was and always had been a fixer, but this was a moment where he couldn’t and had no choice; resigned to being a passenger as time ran its unrepentant course. But there was one thing he still hadn’t told her that he wished she knew.

Well, fuck it.

“I’m not going to rob you of any moments you have yet to experience, and there are going to be a lot of good ones,” he chuckled to himself, “but, well, there is something I want you to know. Do you remember the last time we spoke, on the beach?”

Rose Tyler, I- . As if she could ever forget. Pain twisted in her chest, sharp and stinging.

“Yeah,” she breathed out.

The Doctor took a deep breath. “You told me something. Something I don’t take lightly. And I want, need you to know, that… you’re everything to me. You have given me happiness more infinite than I could have ever dreamed of. You are the centre of my universe. You are my heart. I… I care for you more than I can say. Do –” he felt suddenly worried, worried that this opportunity might be lost, that she wouldn’t know, that she was doomed to suffer this next month in the dark, that she had never known until that second time on the beach; not at the Game Station, or Krop Tor, or— “Do you know what I’m trying to say?”

Rose’s tears were hot against her cheeks, her chest heavy with longing. She wanted to run until she found him, and rest with him in her soul at the crack of dawn after this long, long night.

He loved her.

“Yes, Doctor. Of course I do, I do too, I–”

The phone, suddenly without someone to hold it up, fell offensively to the ground. The way it laid there, staring unblinking into the sun against the pavement, was almost violent.

“Rose? Rose?!”

Mia picked the phone up gingerly.

“She disappeared, Dad.”

His head was full of static. His thoughts were rushing and all he could hear was the crash of a wave just about to take him under.

Of course I do. I do too, she had said.

He let out a breath, devastated and relieved as realisation struck like lightning to every one of his nerves.

Oh.

She knows.

#tentoo x rose #ficandchips #rose tyler #doctor who #my fic #otp: if i believe in one thing i believe in her #soooo excited to share!!! been working on this for awhile and finally finished it up #second chapter is already finished so i will post soon 💞#please enjoy !!! i havent published anything since 2021 skckdkk #but trust that i have been here The Whole Time #skdkskdk

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what-if-queen-camilla · 8 months

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Chapter 39

31st August 1997

Around 10 am, a black Audi stopped in her driveway. Mark from Charles' security team got out of the car and greeted Camilla with a sorrowful face. "Ma'am.", he said firmly, opening the door for her. She had quickly dressed herself in the outfit she had worn at her mother's funeral three years ago; black seemed the only colour acceptable to wear on this through and through black day that would undoubtedly go down in history as exactly that. "Oh Mark…", she sighed, looking at him just as saddened as he had previously looked at her. Mark had been around for years, they knew each other well, and she'd always appreciated his discretion and politeness. "We'll take an RAF jet from Brize Norton to Aberdeen, Ma'am.", he explained to her as they drove onto the M4 and Camilla nodded understandingly. She wasn't keen on flying at all, not to speak of such a tiny little RAF jet but she just had to pull herself together now and stay strong for everyone else. She just hoped that Charles wouldn't have left for Paris already when she arrived. She needed to see him, even if it was just for a few seconds, she needed to look in his eyes, to hold his hand, to give him a kiss… she just felt like she needed to give him as much love as she could for him to carry with him and keep him going for that awful ordeal that laid ahead of him…

Thank God there were no paparazzi yet when they landed at Aberdeen Airport about an hour later. Camilla couldn't believe how much colder it was up here than it had been down in the South despite the early hours, but maybe it was just the nature of the situation that made her shiver. Outside of the airport, they got into another black Audi, driven by a member of Balmoral staff who didn't say a single word the entire hour plus twenty minutes the ride took, which made it feel endless. Camilla felt sick inside and though she was trying hard not to let show, she was incredibly anxious of any possible encounters with any member of the family apart from Thea and Charles. She knew the Castle, she had been here before, she and Andrew had been frequent guests here in the seventies and early eighties, and clearly these kinds of houses never really changed so it almost felt rather familiar when she was escorted through the entrance hall and up the stairs to the family's private apartments, where she'd hopefully just quickly meet Charles, take her daughter and could disappear again - but as always with those Windsors, it had to be as dramatic as possible. She hadn't entered Charles' apartment properly yet when she heard several people shouting at each other, including her Prince and both his parents, with his father sounding quite aggressive which made her shiver once more. Wasn't the whole situation horrible enough already? And where on earth were the children? A servant motioned for her to follow him into the next room, obviously some kind of a drawing room, and her heart stopped beating for a second when she finally caught sight of William, Harry and Thea, sitting on a chaise lounge, her poor little daughter between her brothers, holding their hands as if she was trying to comfort them, Harry was sobbing heartbreakingly and William's eyes just seemed completely empty.

"Mummy?", Thea reached out anxiously, and without thinking any further, Camilla just did what felt most natural to her, rushed over to the children and pressed all three of them against her as tight as she could. "Oh boys, I'm so very sorry.", she whispered, heavily gulping down her own tears. "I know your mother and I weren't quite the best of friends… but she loved you so very much.", she added, and for a few moments, they just sat there, holding each other, and Camilla hoped that her motherly heart was great enough to give as well some comfort to these poor boys, until the door flung open and they rushed apart, Camilla performing a deep curtsy in front of the Queen, who, followed by the Duke of Edinburgh, who's face had turned red in anger, and Charles who just looked completely lost, entered the room. "Your Majesty…", she said politely, her eyes fixing the ground, as she couldn't bear looking at Charles as she went on to greet his father and him as protocol required: "Your Royal Highnesses… My sincere condolences on the heartbreaking news…" "Darling…", she could read Charles' lips silently forming, but she didn't know what to do. "Mrs Parker Bowles.", the Queen greeted her without any emotion in her voice. "It's good that you're here. This is not a place for a child of Theodora's age under the given circumstances.", she added, motioning for Thea to walk over to her mother but both her brothers pressed her little hands even tighter and she refused to do what she had just been told. "Granny, please.", William said, and Harry cried even more. "First, I'm not allowed to accompany Dad to Paris and now you're sending off our sister.", he sobbed and Camilla covered her mouth with her hand as this was getting all too much. In some way, she thought it was touching and precious how Thea wanted to be there for her brothers - and how much comfort William and Harry apparently got from her little sweetheart, despite her young age, and it felt wrong to separate the siblings in a situation where they obviously needed each other. But this wasn't up to her…

"Goodness, Henry, stop crying, you're not a girl! Pull yourself together and behave like a man!", the Duke ranted and Camilla winced. How did he speak to a 12-year-old who had just lost his mother? Insecurely and disbelieving she looked from one to the other and didn't know what to do or say. Charles stood behind his mother, obviously in a state of shock, unable to do or say anything either. "Enough is enough!", Prince Philip declared, rushing over to the children, pulling Thea away from her brothers, tears streaming down her little face, as she fell into her mother's arms. "Mrs Parker Bowles. This is family business!", he said sharply. "And neither you nor your daughter will ever be a part of this family!" "Grandpa!", William screamed, horrified and disbelieving looking from his grandfather to his grandmother, then to Charles, and back to his grandfather, who then gave a challenging glance to his eldest son: "Charles! Tell her!" Camilla looked at Charles and it took everything in her not to rush over to him, pull him into her arms and take him and the children anyway, just far away from this awful and loveless place. Of course, he'd told her about his father's outbreaks and how he'd treated him when he still was a child but experiencing all of this first-hand would probably haunt her in her dreams for the rest of her life. He looked at her so desperately, beggingly almost, and she knew that the only thing she could possibly do to help now was to take Thea and disappear as soon as possible, though it broke her heart to leave him and the boys in this absolutely devastating moment… "Come on, Thea.", she said to her daughter. "We'll better take our leave." "But Mum!", she insisted, but Camilla took her by her hand. "No, darling, we have to go!", she hissed, turning to Charles and the boys one last time, praying they'd feel at least a little bit of love and comfort she had so wanted to give them but wasn't allowed to, before she went off.

#king charles #queen camilla #royal baby #royal family #fanfiction #fanfic #prince william #queen elizabeth ii #prince philip #princess diana #prince harry #Balmoral

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Lunch Gossip Circle

Location // Characters: Aberdeen // Hallie and Lance

October 2004 - The gang discusses Hallie's new hairstyle during lunch and Lance is less than thrilled about the subject.

Status/Notes: unfinished/Just a wee snippet about the teenage gang, because they amuse me. xD

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Pointless debates, needless conversations about things that had no actual impact on anything or anyone - Lance Abbott did not at all feel like having any of those today.

Yet here he was, in the school's dining hall, surrounded by his friends who had picked a particularly irritating subject to discuss. Lance tried his best to block most of it out and just concentrate on the stale food in front of him, but it was easier said than done.

"I'm just sayin' it looks weird, alright? Nothin' more." Fozzy shrugged and proceeded to pour a rather disturbing amount of gravy over his mashed potatoes, earning himself a disgusted look from Cal next to him. "YOU look weird." Cal said, wrinkling his nose and yanking the gravy pot out of his friend's hand before he could use it all up. Fozzy just snickered. "Pf, tell me something' new. Hallie has never looked weird so far, though, and… I don't know? I just don't get why she would deliberately choose to look like… like, uh-" "A deranged pink raccoon?" Diana blurted out, and Lance could tell that she was not even trying to keep her tone remotely friendly.

He shot her a harsh look from the side but Diana didn't even flinch and instead just flashed him one of her saccharine smiles, which usually had every bit of potential to instantly incapacitate his brain function, but now it really just rubbed him the wrong way. Fozzy however cackled loudly at Diana's remark, causing some of the other students in the dining hall to turn their heads. "Good one, Di. Good one. She's a keeper, Abbott." he laughed, pointing at Diana with his thumb while shoving a fork full of mashed potatoes into his mouth with the other.

Lance did not find his girlfriend's line all that funny. Granted, he had not quite made up his own mind about Hallie's new look just yet. He was not exactly a fan but there were sure some people who looked worse; he could name quite a few without even thinking. And while Lance was usually not at all above poking some fun at his friends either, there was something he did not quite like about the way the others talked about Hallie behind her back today.

"Gravy." he merely mumbled into Cal's direction, who passed the pot over to him. Lance looked into it - it was indeed almost empty. "Thanks." he sighed, grabbed his dessert spoon and scratched out the last drops. His heart sunk a little at the sight of his lunch - this had to be the poorest mashed-potatoes-gravy-ratio in school lunch history, but Lance figured he would have to live with it. "Did you hear that, Lancie? I'm a keeper." Diana chirped, slightly nudging him with her elbow. "Why is it always others who have to tell you?" "Cause sometimes I can hardly believe my own luck." Lance said dryly and put the pot away, and although he was convinced that his sarcasm was impossible to ignore, Diana seemed to be happy with his sentiment, as she now leaned into him a little and rested her hand on the inside of his thigh. "What's up with you?" Lance heard Cal ask, after a while of them all eating their lunch in silence. He looked up a few moments later, realizing that everyone had turned their heads to stare at him. Cal was obviously talking to him. "Huh? Me? Nothing." he answered. "You're all getting on my nerves today, but apart from that, I'm good." "You're really being weird today." Fozzy backed Cal up. "Is it about Hallie?" "It's not." "Come on, Abbott, you have to admit, that look of hers is strange." "I don't know." Cal barged in. "I kinda like it? It's unique!" "Pf, unique. I mean, what's even going on with her eyes? Who told her it's a good idea to make herself look like a-" "Deranged raccoon!" Diana insisted. "Seriously, she looks shite and I wouldn't want to be caught dead looking like that, you know?" Lance rolled his eyes. "No one asks you to imitate the look, so if anyone ever caught you dead, you should be fine, thank fuck." he snarled, knowing that he was being unnecessarily rude now, but Diana didn't exactly flaunt her nicest side today either. "What the- if you wanna be crabbit, let it out on someone else?! Like you don't find it weird. You said so yourself this morning?!" "I said I almost didn't recognise her when she opened the door!" Lance corrected her. "Same thing?!" Diana snapped back, made a disgruntled face and let go of him, not without not-quite-accidentally bumping into his upper arm with her elbow. "I'm gonna go and get some air." "God, Di. Sorry I'm not too crazy about joining today's school dinner gossip circle. I mean, there's other stuff we should be thinking about!" he called after his girlfriend but she just marched out of the dining hall with furious steps, no longer paying attention to him. "And what would that be?" Cal leaned back in his chair and raised an eyebrow. "That other stuff we should be thinkin' about?" "The chemistry group project, for example? So far I'm the only one - as usual - who has put in any effort." "Relax, Abbott, that one's due next week and we'll all do our part." Fozzy said, eating another fork full of mashed potatoes. "Di's right, you're crabbit. Stop that." "You know what? Don't even bother." Lance snarled. "I'd rather get an A on that fuckin' project so I'm most likely going to do it all by myself… also, as usual." "He's so modest." Tim now chuckled, and Lance realised that he had been awfully quiet all the time.

#idiot writing #lance abbott #cal fitzgibbons #diana ballantyne #lowell foster #the teenage saga

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The Sinners Testimony please

Alright so for everyone who asked about this one, I'm very glad bc that's the thing I'm currently most invested in apart from Sing Me A Song.

It's my Modern AU. 😅

So it's a Lawyer AU as well, cause I think Eve as Anna Clayton corrupted us all.

Rhaenys is a prodigy lawyer even for her 'lawyer family' standards. Her career starts out in the renowned law firm of her family. Rhaenys was supposed to follow her father as Head of the Criminal Defense Dep. But after her parents were killed in a car accident her grandfather, influenced by other partners of the firm, appoints her cousin instead. Broken at the loss of her beloved parents and shame of the rejection as well as minimal support of other family members Rhaenys quits at her family's firm and leaves her family and old life all together. She switches London for Aberdeen and defence for prosecution. Putting Criminals behind bars, she quickly becomes the best procurator fiscal the Aberdeen Major Investigation Team under Detective Chief Inspector Otto Hightower has ever worked with and fairly popular. There is only one golden rule when talking to her, not one word about her family. To Rhaenys all the family she needs are her colleagues and a few friends as well as Meleys her big red Maine Coon cat.

Five years later Detective Inspector Corlys Velaryon gets the free job on the Team, trying to leave his own past behind.

They meet under less ideal circumstances which Corlys makes even worse and it takes some work to right the wrongs he did. But even though they have a difficult start Detective and Prosecutor can't deny the attraction to one another and it's not like they can avoid each other since they work together.

After all there is a serial killer on the loose, the most gruesome Aberdeen and the Team have ever seen. Two women already burned beyond recognition, all they had to identify them were the teeth. What little the flames had left, showed signs of the agony and torture these women had to go through in their last days. Rhaenys and Corlys have to work together to find this man before another woman has to die a horrible death.

#ao3 fanfic #hotd #hotd fanfic #alternativ universe #rhaenys targaryen #corlys velaryon #rhaenys x corlys #rhaelys

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Donald Trump made up to $160 million from international business dealings while he was serving as President of the United States, according to an analysis of his tax returns by CREW.

Throughout his time in office, President Trump, his family and his Republican allies repeatedly assured the public that his refusal to divest from his businesses wouldn’t lead to any conflicts of interest. Americans were promised that Trump would donate his salary, which he did, until maybe he didn’t—all while siphoning millions from taxpayers that more than offset his presidential pay. When it came to foreign conflicts of interest, Trump and his company pledged to pause foreign business. They did not.

Trump pulled in the most money from the United Kingdom, where his Aberdeen and Turnberry golf courses in Scotland helped him gross $58 million. Trump’s now-defunct hotel and tower in Vancouver helped him pull in $36.5 million from Canada. Trump brought in more than $24.4 million from Ireland, home to his often-visited Doonbeg golf course, as well as $9.6 million from India, and nearly $9.7 million from Indonesia.

Trump’s presidency was marred by unprecedented conflicts of interest arising from his decision not to divest from the Trump Organization, with his most egregious conflicts involving businesses in foreign countries with interests in US foreign policy.

The full extent to which Trump’s foreign business ties influenced his decision making as President may never be known, but there is plenty of evidence that Trump’s actions in the White House were influenced–if not guided–by his financial interests, subverting the national interests for his own parochial concerns. For example, while campaigning in 2015, Trump bragged to a crowd in Alabama about his longstanding business ties with the Saudis. “They buy apartments from me. They spend $40 million, $50 million,” he told the crowd. “Am I supposed to dislike them? I like them very much.” In office, Trump continued to benefit from Saudi business and faced repeated criticism, especially in the wake of the murder of Jamal Khashoggi, for his apparent desire to shield Saudi leaders from criticism, going so far as to question US intelligence while parroting allegations from Saudi Arabia that Khashoggi was tied to the Muslim Brotherhood.

Other instances of Trump’s business interests bleeding into his administration’s foreign policy abound. In 2019, Trump stunned the US foreign policy establishment by pulling US troops out of northeast Syria. The decision had no obvious benefits to the US and was a bombshell reversal to allied Kurds, but it was a victory for Turkey, where Trump had done business for years. In China, Trump again shocked even his GOP allies when he pledged to help sanctioned Chinese company ZTE because, as he tweeted, there were “[t]oo many jobs in China lost,” despite warnings from US intelligence officials that the company’s products may be used by the Chinese government to spy on Americans. When Trump’s tax returns were released more than four years later, they showed a Chinese bank account he claimed to have closed in 2015 and, according to CREW’s analysis, more than $7.5 million in income from China. In Argentina, Trump held off on enacting tariffs until after trademarks for his company had been approved.

Trump also used the US foreign policy apparatus to direct business to his properties. For example, Trump’s Ambassador to the United Kingdom reportedly told embassy staff that Trump pushed him to get the British Open to be held at one of his Scottish golf resorts. During a trip to Europe, Trump insisted on staying at his remote Irish resort in Doonbeg, claiming it was “convenient,” while the Trump Organization promoted his visit. Trump also reportedly pressured the Irish prime minister to meet him at Doonbeg, and threatened to move his visit to Scotland instead if he didn’t.

Despite a near constant stream of reporting about corruption involving Trump’s business at home and abroad, Trump and his family have spent years swearing they put a hold on all foreign deals and that the presidency was without conflicts of interest. After his election Trump proclaimed, “The law’s totally on my side, meaning, the president can’t have a conflict of interest.” Eric and Don Jr. echoed that sentiment. In a June 2017 interview on Good Morning America, Eric proclaimed that he and his father didn’t talk about business at all and that Trump has “zero conflicts of interest.” In October 2019 Eric said on Fox News, “when my father became commander in chief of this country, we got out of all international business.”

The Trumps did not put a hold on foreign business. In fact, they even signed new deals. Barely two weeks after Eric Trump claimed the Trump Organization put foreign business on hold, the Trump Organization trumpeted approval to build “a new ballroom, pool, spa, leisure facilities, 235 additional resort rooms, gate house and much more” at the Doonbeg golf course in Ireland. A local council in Scotland also voted to allow the Trump Organization to expand its Aberdeen golf course by building 550 homes and a second golf course. Eric Trump celebrated this “new phase of development” on Twitter. At the same time, Eric was bashing Hunter Biden on Fox News for “cashing in” while his father was Vice President.

The Trumps took advantage of the presidency to revive dormant old deals as well, revisiting projects in countries like India, Uruguay, the Dominican Republic, and more during the administration.

The Trumps were openly engaging in multiple international business deals and let the world know that they hoped to continue expanding internationally after Trump left office. According to the Wall Street Journal, Eric Trump predicted that after Trump leaves office, the “Trump Organization will launch a major expansion that will in part focus on luxury hotels abroad.” Don Jr. was even more specific, telling an Indian newspaper, “India is a market that we would be very interested [in] post politics,” along with “other markets.”

It’s no secret that Trump was struggling financially before he announced his run for office. His tax returns show that the presidency was great for his bank account. Congressional Republicans may have halted their inquiry into Trump’s finances, but there is still much to discover about the extent to which he truly abused the presidency for his own personal profit.

#us politics #news #citizens for responsibility and ethics in washington #2023 #donald trump #republicans #conservatives #trump administration #gop #trump taxes #trump tax returns #foreign conflicts of interest #Trump Organization

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starfxckersinc · 10 months

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girls when they age

#aberdeen spoken word #these are like 5 years apart

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124daisies · 6 months

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Terraced apartments, Glenbervie Road, Torry, Aberdeen

#scotland #aberdeen #apartments

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hummingbird-of-light · 7 months

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Against All Odds

Part 795

McCoy

They had finished their packing the night before. McCoy knew there were a couple places in the school he wanted to spend a few last minutes with Scotty at and he didn’t want to be caught up after the ceremony and the lunch with having to finish packing. The last few things had been tossed in their trunks that morning after they got dressed and were sitting ready to go when it was time to leave.

As they finished eating McCoy couldn’t help but glance at Scotty. They had really finished and were ready to move on. As Scotty set his fork down, McCoy pushed his own plate away.

“Come with me,” he leaned over and whispered.

Scotty looked at him confused.

“Excuse us,” McCoy said, looking at the king and standing up.

“Don’t be too long Leonard,” David said with a nod of his head.

“We won’t,” McCoy promised.

“Where are we going?” Scotty whispered as they made their way between tables and out of the hall.

McCoy reached for Scotty’s hand and led him through the short cross hallway near the library. He stopped near an old picture.

“We had our first real conversation here,” he said. “You didn’t want to show me around,” McCoy grinned.

“Oi, ye know that’s not true!” Scotty protested.

“I know leannan,” McCoy laughed lightly. “You were worried for me. But I’m glad you said yes.” He used Scotty’s hand in his to pull him close.

“I’m glad I said yes too,” Scotty murmured as their lips met.

“Come on,” McCoy said when they broke apart. He gave Scotty’s hand a tug.

“Now where?” Scotty chuckled.

“I want one last moment with you in our spot.”

They were quiet as they walked to the library and their familiar place behind the bookshelves. They settled on the floor and leaned against each other.

McCoy let out a quiet content sigh. They had hidden in the library so many times before they had gone public with their relationship and so many times after. Even in the middle of the school, it was one of the places McCoy felt the safest and happiest.

“Ye going to be alright?”

“Hmm?” McCoy turned his head to look at his fiancé.

“Being apart this time,” Scotty said softly.

The previous summer they had been apart for two weeks at the beginning. Two long weeks that had lasted a lifetime McCoy thought with a small smile. And another two terrible weeks at the end of summer that had been made worse by the presence of the Darnells.

“I think I’ll survive,” McCoy said with an over dramatic sigh. “After all, when it’s done we never have to be apart again.”

McCoy would spend the first week at home on Georgiares then he was heading to Earth, to Aberdeen for a few weeks before they all returned to prepare for the wedding.

“Never say never love,” Scotty warned. “Ye never know where the ‘Fleet may send us.”

“I’m sure we’ll be stationed together,” McCoy said confidently. “Pike told me the few couples he’s known who went through together or got together while serving did get stationed together for the most part.”

“He told ye that?”

“I asked a couple weeks ago, when we were wondering about the dorms.”

“Oh,” Scotty nodded slowly. “Well, if Jim has his way he’ll be a captain before too long and I’m sure he’ll manage to recruit us all to his ship.”

McCoy laughed. “That might be wishful thinking, but wouldn’t it be nice to all be together?”

“Aye,” Scotty said softly, leaning closer to McCoy. His fingers tightened gently around McCoy’s.

“You going to be alright this week?” McCoy asked after a few quiet moments.

“I’ll do my best,” Scotty promised, but McCoy heard the small worry in his fiancés voice. It was the same one he had, but a week would be over before they knew it.

They sat for a while longer, snuggled together, enjoying the quiet. No one else was in the library.

“We should get back,” Scotty finally broke the silence.

“I know,” McCoy said reluctantly. “I just wanted to say goodbye to this place with you properly.” He drew his arms back from around Scotty and got to his feet.

“We’ll have plenty more places to make our own,” Scotty promised, standing up as well.

“Yes we will,” McCoy agreed. He reached over to cup Scotty’s face with his hands and gave him a gentle kiss. “But this was our first place and it’ll always be special.”

“Always,” Scotty agreed.

Hand in hand they left the library to go find their families.

Part 796

Scotty

"I'll see yee in a week."

It was no more than a whisper that left Scotty's mouth as he wrapped Leonard in his arms one last time and pulled him close.

The thought of being away from his fiancé for a few days was terrifying to Scotty, but he knew they would make it somehow. After all, they could talk on the phone every night.

The royal family had to leave the graduation earlier because David had to take care of some business at home. For this reason, the king was already waiting impatiently at the car. He, Eleanor and Leah had already said goodbye to everyone. And Spock and his family were also ready to leave.

The goodbyes had taken place mostly inside. Only Scotty had come out with them.

"I'll miss you, leannan."

Scotty just nodded before letting go of Leonard and giving him another goodbye kiss.

His heart grew heavy as he watched the car pull away and Leonard fade into the distance.

Only one week. And then they would be together forever.

It didn't surprise Scotty when he re-entered the building and found Jim wrapping his arms around Pike and holding him close. The headmaster had always been like a father to Jim, and he had always done everything he could to keep his protégé from getting kicked out of school. As hard as that had been sometimes.

A soft smile crept onto Scotty's lips as he watched the usually strong Jim wipe tears from his eyes. Even the bravest, too, had a soft core.

"Jim! We have to go!"

Scotty's smile vanished immediately when he heard Frank's approaching voice. Jim's uncle came wandering down the hall, the blond's suitcases in his hands. Jim's mother, Winona, walked beside him.

She seemed barely aware of the evil undertone in her brother's voice. How could she be so blind...?

Scotty saw Jim let go of Pike and then look to his family. An annoyed look was on his face and the Scotsman could understand it all too well.

Reluctantly Jim trotted over and quickly Frank pressed the suitcases into his hands.

"You can carry those yourself, kid. You're supposed to grow big and strong, aren't you?"

Scotty gritted his teeth at the mocking voice and at that moment he knew he had to do something. So he straightened his back and slowly stepped closer.

"I think Jim is exhausted from the last few weeks of exams and this day. How about ye keep the suitcases instead? Yer nephew deserves a quiet vacation before he becomes a hero at Starfleet Academy, doesn't he?"

Scotty made sure his voice sounded as superior as possible. If there was one thing he had learned from Leonard, it was how to get over some people.

Frank just stared at him for a moment, his eyes narrowed angrily to slits, but then he seemed to realize that he was talking to the prince's intended here. And if he didn't want trouble, he'd rather take Scotty's advice.

Energetically, the man snatched the suitcases back.

"I guess he deserves that, yeah."

Without another word, Frank stomped to the door and Jim grinned at Scotty once more before he and his mother followed.

"See you at the wedding."

Scotty nodded and gave his friend a smile.

When Jim and the other two were gone, he exchanged another glance with Pike, who nodded gratefully at him.

And at that moment, Scotty couldn't deny that the royal life might have its advantages after all.

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #against all odds

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