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Happy (Extremely belated) Birthday Kristen_Mara
Title: Let The Wind Blow High
Characters/Pairings: Stephen/Nick
Genre: Humour, Slash.
Rating: PG
Words: 3,002
Summary: Stephen wants to prove Nick wrong.
Author's Note: Oh heck! I completely forgot about posting this when I got the changes made! lol Oh well! Oops! This is a fic I promised kristen_mara for her birthday. It took me a while, and it's my first attempt at a pairing I don't really follow, but it's done and it was fun to write actually! Hee!  Very! Now I've been to the event in this story, I went to one at Dragon Con and it is so hilarious and fun! I highly recommend it!  Enjoy the fic, which has been beta'd by fredbassett but any mistakes and such like is all down to me. Sorry about the lateness. I only hope you all like what I've done.

“It’s not a good idea.”

That was all Nick had said when Stephen gave him the leaflet. It was supposed to be a fun activity for the both of them to share in, but the ‘kilt blowing’ event wasn’t how Nick wanted to spend his time off with Stephen. Far from it. Yes Nick had put some thought into it, but Stephen could tell by the little frowning creases on his brow that Cutter wasn’t at all keen.

“It’s very popular in America,” Stephen said, gently pushing forward the leaflet that Nick had discarded.  He should have known better than to say that, as it made Nick scowl in utter contempt.

“We’re not in America, Stephen, and we are not going to sully it. I will not make a mockery out of my people’s heritage.”

“They’re kilts, Nick! They do this in Scotland too, you know and since when do you not make a mockery out of your people’s traditions? You do it on a regular basis!”

“Well…yes, I know, I’m allowed to and I do it with finesse, but this is just hideously commercialised and done in extremely poor taste.”

“Are you saying I’ve got poor taste?”

“No, but at the moment it’s certainly questionable, if you think this is a good idea.”

Stephen couldn’t help but smile at that. Nick’s accent was much thicker when he was displeased and Stephen always found it endearing. However, Nick’s stubbornness and his ability to be always right were traits that annoyed Stephen at times, but he liked trying to rise to the challenge of proving him wrong. He hadn’t ‘won’ yet but Stephen was determined, after all, Nick Cutter had always taught him to love challenges.

“Stephen, you have to pursue your theories, be vigorous with your side of the story and your interpretations! Prove others wrong! There’s something to be said about an argument of a scientific discovery or a theory you’ve created, it’s one of the best things in life, the challenge!  Now, be a good lad and put the kettle on. I’m gasping for a cup of tea.”

It was also Nick’s humour that Stephen loved so much, that and his smile. Nick had a lovely smile. It was a pity that right now he was being a right miserable git.
This was a new relationship, one that was growing well and strong but some of Stephen’s friends from outside the university and even within the ARC did wonder why he had hooked up with the older man. They would inundate him with so many reasons why Stephen shouldn’t be with the Scotsman but there were just as many reasons that he could give and convincingly tell them why he loved Nick and why they were together, but he always ended up giving nothing in response except for a smile, which was plenty enough to let them know.

He was happy. Nick made him happy. What more did anyone else need to know?  The smile covered everything, especially those more personal questions about their sex life.

Now, after a particularly hectic week at the ARC, Stephen Hart wanted to take Nick away for a bit, just the two of them.. They hadn’t yet had the opportunity to spend some quality time together because the anomalies and various incursions had kept them busy, but now after pestering Lester to the brink of total despair, they had been given the go ahead to have the weekend away from it all.
Stephen thought Nick would welcome the idea of getting away, which he did. Stephen also thought Nick would like the kilt blowing event he proposed as means of spending that time away, no he knew that Nick would enjoy it, but it would still take some convincing. So when Cutter looked at the leaflet and scowled, Stephen wasn’t completely surprised.

“Come on! You’ll enjoy yourself!” said Stephen, with a little more enthusiasm.

Nick did not return such jovial zest for the idea.

Cutter picked up the leaflet and looked at it again.

There was a glimmer of hope in Stephen’s eye as he actually thought Nick was going to consider it, but then he should have known better.

“No and that’s my final say in the matter.”

Stephen grinned.  He knew exactly how to respond to that and get Nick to agree to this event.  He sat down opposite Nick and slowly closed the lid of Nick’s laptop, forcing him to look at him, before he leaned on the desk, one elbow firmly planted on the top and Nick’s face lightly clasped in the palm as he smirked.  Nick frowned some more, clearly knowing what Stephen was going to say.

“You haven’t tried it. How do you know if you’ll like it or not if you don’t try?”

“I just know.”

“You only think you know. Without the experience, you will never really know.  Come on! Do this, for me. It will be a laugh, I promise.”
Nick sighed, a heavy reluctant and disapproving sigh but he gave a little nod which made Stephen lean further forward to place a spontaneous kiss upon Nick’s mouth.

“Get your things packed, we’re leaving later this afternoon!” Stephen got to his feet and walked to the door. “Nick…you won’t be disappointed.”

“I already am, but I can promise you, I won’t like it.”

“That is where you are going to be so wrong.”

For the first time since they had met, this was going to be Stephen’s moment of triumph. These events were amazing and no one could say that it wasn’t fun.  This was something completely different to what they normally liked to do together, so at the very least it was going to be interesting.
Oh god, he hated it.  The look of revulsion on his face, along with the desperate need to not show it, was, to Stephen, a little disappointing.

The crowd was quite loud and boisterous and Nick was shifting uneasily in his seat, bumping and knocking legs with this rather large man with a beard in a seat next to him.  Large crowds, large loud deafening crowds did not make Nick Cutter happy and Stephen was slowly beginning to think that he had made a terrible mistake by bringing him here.

While Stephen was trying not to laugh and grin at the spectacular sights before him, Nick was extremely uncomfortable. Stephen was enjoying himself as much as he could, but he was not pleased that once again Nick was right.  This wasn’t his thing.

He didn’t understand why Nick wasn’t enjoying the show; it was well organised and the music was pretty cool, it gave a heightened buzz to the atmosphere that Stephen found greatly intoxicating. The art of ‘kilt blowing’ took a lot more effort than people thought but it was driving everyone crazy with hysterics, everyone except Nick Cutter.

The only good thing was the back-up plan. If Nick wasn’t enjoying this, then Stephen had booked them into a lovely hotel just down the road, and he had all the stops pulled out for some very romantic nights locked in their room. It would be a good way to make things up to Nick.

And boy did he have to make it up to him.

“Where are you going?” Stephen asked when after an hour, Nick got up from his chair.

“I’ve tried it, I really don’t like it, so I’m leaving.”

“No! Please don’t. Stay! It’s not got to the really good bit yet.”

Stephen saw Nick’s eye brow rise in questioning disbelief and then reluctantly he sat down, again squashing up against the big man with the beard. Nick took out from his bag a pen and some paper—Stephen knew that he’d never want an i-pad or any of the new-fangled pieces of technology, paper was best—and Stephen watched as he began to write a report of the Cretaceous, ignoring the show going on before him.

“And where are you going?” Nick asked, noticing Stephen trying to slip away a few moments later, without looking up from his scribbled report. “I thought the best was yet to come.”

“Yeah, I know. I really need to go to the toilet. I’ll be quick, don’t worry.”

The lie sounded harsh in his mouth, but Stephen didn’t wait around for any more reprisals. He pushed his way through the crowd and to the doors at the back of the venue.  He took one last look out over the sea of people, saw Nick still engrossed in his report and then closed the door behind him.

If he couldn’t get to do this later, then now was the only opportunity he had left.

He was going to do it and quite possibly incur the displeasure and wrath of the man he loved. Well, he hoped not.
If Stephen had waited a little bit longer, he would have been there to witness the anomaly opening up on stage.
Nick didn’t have the heart to tell Stephen that kilt blowing, (or rather flashing with their kilts) was something he and his friends used to do when they were younger.  It was stupid fun and they did it to a very select number of people (who pissed them off) and not to masses upon masses of people who paid to see such things. Those select few people who got the full brunt of Nick and his friend’s pranks, hated it, of course, which was the reason why they did it.

This…this was different.

Nick wasn’t going to tell Stephen that yes, some of them were very amusing and had planned out their appearance (and costumes) very well, but Nick had lost all enthusiasm for it. It wasn’t the same.
It certainly wasn’t the same, nor was it to the organiser’s plan, when right in the middle of the stage, behind a long haired Viking of a man, an anomaly decided to open up.

“Oh great!”  Nick got up and quickly texted the ARC and Stephen for some immediate help, because as he made his way to the front, the people around him were getting curious as well. They were closing in to inspect it and if anything came out of that anomaly, Nick knew they could be killed.

Oh how he wished he could have had one of Connor’s locking devices about now.

Nick did his best to ease some of the people away, coming up with an excuse that Jenny would have been impressed with, before he approached it, cautiously to the side. Again he wished he had brought some of the equipment that Connor had invented, so he could at least determine what era or time this anomaly led back to.

He would have felt better if Stephen was here.  He wished the whole team was here, Ryan especially, with his men as backup. But, it was not the case so there was no use dwelling upon it.

Nick gave out some orders to the staff and guests, none of whom even dared to ask why or confront him as it was pretty clear he knew what he was doing and he had dealt with these things before.

“Damn it, Stephen, where the hell are you?”

Before Nick could even call Stephen’s number, there was a sudden incursion that caught Nick completely off guard and off his feet.

Before, there had been a group of these things which had come through the anomaly. It had been a relatively small group that had managed to cause some considerable trouble for the ARC team and Ryan’s men, but in the end they had contained them.

This was something else.

This was like a swarm and the noise was deafening.

At the same time, Nick couldn’t help but smile.

The dodos were still a wonder to see, but it was going to take a lot more explaining than he could ever do.   It was also going to be a lot harder to get them back through the anomaly. If the anomaly stayed open for long enough.

“Stephen. I really need you…where are you?”
He got the call and while he couldn’t hear Nick’s voice well, it wasn’t hard to hear what had come through this anomaly.  Stephen smiled as he ran, but whilst he knew they were not likely to kill anyone (hopefully one of them wouldn’t have another parasite like last time) they could cause a lot of problems.

The civilians had seen them and containing the news of dodos was not going to be easy at all.  Stephen didn’t have his gun and even if he had, he would be quite reluctant to use it on them.  He had to come up with another plan, a means to contain the dodos and get them back through the anomaly.

Stephen nearly ran past it. He had to skid and slide a little before turning round and snatching the device from the side. He checked that it could operate without means of plugging it into the mains and when it worked just fine, he carried on running.

It wasn’t easy to run with what he was wearing.

Stephen reached the door to the main hall and the squawking dodos inside was quite deafening as were some of the cries from the people, but as there were no signs of the dodos outside, he knew that Nick had managed to contain them inside the hall.

Okay, maybe not.

Three dodos skidded round the corner and nearly got tangled up together they were that clumsy. Stephen looked at them as they squawked and flapped their tiny little wings at each other before scampering towards him.   This time he didn’t have a bin to cover them, nor a coat to coax them in the right direction.

 All he had was a leaf blower.
“Don’t let them get out!”

Nick’s commands were utterly lost on the majority of people, who ran out of the side exits along with some of the dodos, but eventually some of those who had sense, shut the doors and stood to prevent any more escaping.  One was left ajar, guarded by big beardy man so any that escaped could be channeled back in this way.

Nick didn’t have time for questions which were now being yelled at him above the ear aching din of the dodos, so he did his best to herd the creatures back instead of answering what he couldn’t answer, however he was completely caught off guard when he saw three dodos skid beneath big beardy man’s legs. A gust of air blew them off balance and they tumbled into each other on the floor.
Then Stephen came in.

Nick couldn’t move. His mouth dropped open in shock and he couldn’t close it or make any kind of sound as Stephen Hart, dressed in nothing but a dark black and blue kilt and armed with a bright red leaf blower, strode into the room.

He gawped as Stephen began to take control of the situation, getting some other men, dressed similar to him, to herd the majority of the dodos back through the anomaly, the leaf blowers forcing the creatures to go where they directed.

There was something seriously hot about the sight of Stephen wearing nothing but a kilt and Nick grinned goofily as Stephen ordered the others with such unwavering confidence.

He was also very…sweaty. He had been running and looked out of breath.

Nick licked his lips and managed to snap out of the trance, a little bit.

He had no idea that Stephen would look so good in a kilt. Damn, did he look fine!


“Sorry? What?”

Stephen smirked.

“Ryan and the others are already on route, I’ve given orders to the venue staff to not let anyone else in or out until the containment team have locked everything in place.  The incursion should be kept to a minimum. I’ve also called in a medical team just in case there’s another parasite incident, just a precaution. Is everything all right?”

“Huh? What?  Pardon?”

“You were staring at me.  Is there a problem?”

“Nope! No, problem! None at all.” Nick shook his head but he still couldn’t tear his eyes away from Stephen’s bare chest and his well-toned legs. In fact, his eyes didn’t know what they wanted to look at, Stephen’s body or the legs.

“Are you liking what you see, Professor?”

Oh very much so.

“You…you were entered into this….this event?”  Nick asked, ignoring a dodo as it clipped his leg running past. Stephen nodded.  “You…would have been on that stage?”

“Yup.” There was a text alert from a phone. Stephen took a phone from his sporran and nodded at what he read. “Ryan and the others are here now. Everything is secure. So…do you like the idea of me doing this?”

Nick nodded his head.  “Very much.”

“So you don’t think that I’m making a mockery of Scottish traditions then?”

Hell no.

“So this was a good idea of mine to come here then?”

Nick scowled, realising what his partner was trying to insinuate.

“This was and still is fun?” Stephen asked.

Damn it. Yes. Yes, it was.  “No. Not really.”

“Liar. You don’t want to admit that I am actually right. You like this, you like watching people stand up on that stage and have their kilts blown up by leaf blowers and you want to take part, don’t you?”
Yes! I want to!

“Stephen, please be professional. Can we deal with the dodo’s first?”

“Oh, I am professional. I’m the most professional person here.”

It must have been just a slip of his finger, for as Stephen turned away from Nick, the button on the leaf blower was caught and it burst out a jet of air that hit the ground and blew up beneath Stephen’s kilt.

The kilt billowed out and Nick was given a glimpse of a perfect, toned bare arse.

“Fine! You were right! I love it here!”

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nietie From: nietie Date: August 5th, 2013 12:31 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hahahaha! Brilliant! And you gave me some very pretty mental images. *g*
basched From: basched Date: August 22nd, 2013 12:09 pm (UTC) (Link)

Glad I gave you those mental images...*drifts off* Sorry about the late reply, I completely forgot! Doh!

Cheers lass! :)
rollieo122 From: rollieo122 Date: August 5th, 2013 01:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
Haha, brilliant!

But now I'm probably going to spend the rest of the day singing Donald Where's Your Troosers?... *shakes fist* XD

Edited at 2013-08-05 02:00 pm (UTC)
basched From: basched Date: August 22nd, 2013 12:10 pm (UTC) (Link)

Thanks! Glad you liked it and I hope you didn't sing the song for the rest of the day!

Apologies for the late response.
knitekat From: knitekat Date: August 5th, 2013 06:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
LOL, brilliant with added yummy images.
basched From: basched Date: August 22nd, 2013 12:11 pm (UTC) (Link)

Thank you very much! Glad you liked. :)
reggietate From: reggietate Date: August 5th, 2013 10:20 pm (UTC) (Link)
*splorfling at grumpy Nick* Also, mostly naked Stephen in a kilt? I'm not surprised Nick finally caved in and enjoyed it! :-)
basched From: basched Date: August 22nd, 2013 12:12 pm (UTC) (Link)

Yup... Stephen be nekkid except for the kilt. A lovely image isn't it?

Thanks for the comment, sorry it took me so long to reply. XD
goldarrow From: goldarrow Date: August 6th, 2013 04:29 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, my. *fans self*
Stephen in a kilt? *faints*
That was fun!
I can just imagine lots of kilted gentlemen running around after the dodos and 'missing the target' with their leaf blowers...
basched From: basched Date: August 22nd, 2013 12:13 pm (UTC) (Link)

Thank you! Stephen in a kilt is most nom-some. I'd actually like to see any of the guys in kilts really.

kristen_mara From: kristen_mara Date: August 6th, 2013 10:02 am (UTC) (Link)


I love how you interpreted my prompt, and gave me Stephen in a kilt (complete with bare chest and his phone in his sporran)!!

LOL at Nick's reactions and yay for Ryan

I hadn't heard of this kilt blowing activity before but I must look up some YouTube vids ;)

Thanks so much for this and for doing this pairing for me - glad it was fun to write

basched From: basched Date: August 22nd, 2013 12:23 pm (UTC) (Link)
I am so pleased that you enjoyed it and that it worked all right for your prompt.

It was tough to write but it was great fun. It was tough mainly because of the image of Stephen in the kilt kept distracting me and me not ever having written Stephen/Nick but I'm so pleased with the end result.

Did you manage to check them out? Some of them are so hilarious!

Again thank you and you are most welcome! (sorry for not getting back to you sooner, work and illness made me utterly forget!) XD
fredbassett From: fredbassett Date: August 9th, 2013 08:40 pm (UTC) (Link)
LOL, the thought of the boys dressing up like that is great!
basched From: basched Date: August 22nd, 2013 12:24 pm (UTC) (Link)

It does make the imagination happy doesn't it? :)

Cheers Fred.
ebonyfeather From: ebonyfeather Date: August 21st, 2013 07:12 pm (UTC) (Link)
That was fab!

I do love the image of Stephen in that kilt...
basched From: basched Date: August 22nd, 2013 12:25 pm (UTC) (Link)

Thanks Ebs!

It's a good image isn't it?

I think I need to have some of the others in kilts too.
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