"Ye want me tae babysit Joanna?" Scott asked, perplexed. "Sorry, but in those hours, I am goin' tae be busy."

"I will take you first thing I can to an alien planet on your off time if ya babysit my daughter," Leonard said. "surely, your skills as a mechanic are needed for people who barely ask for help from outsiders," Scott laughed from the other end of the flip-phone. "no, no, no, they are not the space Amish."

"Ye know aliens aren't real, doctor," Scott said.

"Scotty," Leonard said. "how about I introduce ya to a friend of mine? Will that change your mind if ya saw an alien like bein'?"

"Aye," Scott said.

Leonard sighed over the line.

"All right," Leonard said. "Remember that beach ya took me to when we first met?"

"'Yes, ye were at the dumps," Scott said. "angry at the world."

"Yeah," Leonard said. "I was. . ." the man looked back at how far he came. "He is goin' to be there."

"Who?" Scott asked.

"My date, a reason why I need ya," Leonard said. "ya have time on ya hands, right?"

"Today is nae the busiest day of the week," Scott said. "some time on my hands."

"Good to hear," Leonard said. "it might just be your best day ever had."

"Why nae ask Jim?" Scott asked.

"He is in the hospital recoverin'," Leonard said.

"Ah damn," Scott said. "I forgot about that. I have nae been payin' attention tae the tv."

"He is out in four days," Leonard said.

"Wait, yer boyfriend an illegal alien?" Scott asked.

"I won't say that exactly," Leonard said. "he will be waitin' for ya, Scotty."

The line went dead on Scott.

"Sure," Scott said. "I will babysit the pug, Ny. Sure, I can babysit Demora. Sure, I can babysit a chow. Sure, I can babysit a crossbred dog. Sure, I can babysit the cat," the man groaned leaning back into the chair. "What have I gotten myself intae?"

He slid his hands down his face then straightened himself in the chair to look over onto the padd that showed a list of clients who had reserved his time. None what so ever in the morning. Scott got up from the chair then looked around to be sure that there wasn't going to be a random passer by come in to ask for their car to be fixed after a bad accident. Sometimes new customers popped in that way when the mechanic least expected it. He had done service, today, to three people. It was a quick fix. If he were going to a beach, then Scott might as well dress for the occasion. He returned to his apartment and changed into shorts. Scott got onto motorcycle then sped his way toward the beach. He had a helmet on and protection gear for the ride in case of a motorcycle accident. He parked the motorcycle in the parking lot then made his way to the somewhat crowded beach. It was loud and noisy.

Sometimes he loved it and both hated it. The noise distracted Scott from what was going on around him. Allowed him to sit back and relax, be grounded, and let the stress of the day come out. Then take his shirt off and run into the water with a floaty which he wasn't for the moment about to do. He found a clearing that hadn't been crowded, yet. He didn't see people who looked like illegal alien. At least in his opinion. Illegal alien, by Scott's definition, was someone from outer space residing on Earth illegally. The Scotsman sat down on the hot, warm stinging sand placing his hands behind his back with his sunglasses sliding down. He slid them up and enjoyed the outdoor scenery. A perfect excuse to relax. One way or another, Leonard's boyfriend chickened out.

"Greetings."

A figure blocked his view.

"Can ye step tae the side, please?" Scott asked. The figure stepped to the side. "Thank ye."

"Are you . . . Mister Scott?" Spock asked.

"Aye," Scotty said. "I'm off duty right now so if ye got a car that needs tae be repaired, ye out of luck.''

"I believe you are 'with luck'," Spock said. "I have a colleague currently who needs help starting a car."

"Does it need gas?" Scott asked.

"No," Spock replied. "they stuck on the side of the road that does not have gas stations for miles. It abruptly stopped on them."

Scott leaned up.

"Does yer colleague have cash on them?" Scott took his glasses off squinting at the man. His eyes slowly widened.

"I believe so," Spock said.

Scott stood up, surprised.

"Ye're an alien!" Scott said.

"Yes," Spock said. "I am."

Scott looked in all directions to see no one was paying attention to the man. Spock was shirt less, only wearing flip flops, a protective vest, and dark shorts that reached to his knees. Scott hardened turning in the odd man's direction feeling a renewed sense of strength to speak with the man about. The wings looked like glass attached to the man's back except they were glowing. It was a truly remarkable sight. Scott was half startled that he didn't see antennas on the man's forehead to make him seem truly alien yet a dash of fairies. He wasn't in a dress like the depictions of the fairies.

"I want ye tae promise me that ye not goin' to break him," Scott said.

"I promise," Spock said, as the mechanic glared at him.

"Because if ye break him," Scott said. "I will kill ye, laddie."

"I have no desire in harming someone such as the doctor," Spock replied. "I believe you may need tools for this endeavor you may embark on."

"Can ye teleport ye'self?" Scott asked.

"Yes," Spock replied.

"Good, good, good," Scott asked, then he noticed the man's hand. "why are ye wearin' gloves?"

"I am saving my hands for someone special," Spock said.

"Aww," Scott said. "That is sweet," then he gestured over his shoulder. "I got a spare ba' of tools on my motorcycle. Just the basics."

"Where we are going, there may not be cell service," Spock elaborated. "Any calls you have to make must be made before our departure."

"Ah," Scott said, nodding his head. "I see."

"Inconvenient, yes," Spock said. "Convenient travel, on the other hand, is more convenient then you may ever know."

"Come alon', Mr Spock," Scott said, turning away then walked in the direction of the parking lot. "and call me Scotty, please."

"Of course," Spock said, following after the shorter human.