#alan pegler

[henryandgordon]

Watching this with pure tears

[redwryvernwrites]

Can you do a small drabble of Flying Scotsman meeting UP Big Boi on his tour?

I don't know all that much about American Locos but I do have it in my head that Flying Scotsman was a bit of an arrogant prude when starting his American tour and then realised, 'Oh shit, I'm actually very smol' and these engines have been nothing but nice to me and got slowly humbled as time went on. 

Meeting the biggest boy of them all was kind of the turning point for him realising how much of an asshole he was. 

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“Scott, I'd like you to meet someone today!” His owner, Mr Pegler came out with a cheery smile. “We’ll have to go say hello to them at their sheds.”

The Flying Scotsman grumbled annoyed. 

“I came all the way across the Atlantic and they can’t even be bothered to come out and meet me?” He huffed indignantly. 

“Scott don’t be rude we are guests here,” Pegler scolded but there was still a smile in his voice. "Besides, I doubt you'd forget meeting this beast of an engine."

The Flying Scotsman gave a snort. 

"I highly doubt that, these American engines are lovely, but they haven't left an impression on me," he said snootily.

Pegler just gave a laugh. They both knew that that wasn't true. 

Scotsman had been shocked at just how big the American Engines were. He wasn't used to being one of the smaller engines. They'd been nice though, not like a lot of the other snooty express engines in the United Kingdom. 

He'd miss the friendship that these American Engines had with each other. It was quite unlike the constant bickering for top dog and 'high tea' attitude of the english engines. 

They might have be playing nice for him as he was a visitor but at least he wasn't judged everywhere he went as was the case in the UK. 

Scotsman had been so shocked when Pegler told him that some of the American Engines had called him an upper class twit. 

"You need to stop being so uptight and judgey, the American engines don't like that," Pegler had warned him. "This isn't England, you can relax now."

Scotsman huffed as Pegler and his crew got him ready to go and meet this someone.

"Lighten up Scot, I think you'll find this encounter very humbling," Pegler said patting him affectionately. His engine was still uptight. He hoping meeting a certain someone would maybe knock Scotsman down a peg or too. 

Again Scotsman just huffed indignantly. It did not help at all that the engine was still tired from a long run the previous day. 

They approached a very large roundhouse. It was something the Scotsman noticed about America. Everything, not just the engines, everything, was bigger. 

Scotsman was parked on a siding next to the turntable while Pegler and one of his crew went to meet with the people on this railway while his fireman stayed nehind to watch him.

It was early but the morning sun was already scorching. The weather was not being kind to his paint and he could feel his boiler heating up.

The Scotsman frowned grumpily and began to sulk. So far he was just grumpy, tired, angry and hot. Whoever this person was had better be worth it. 

People had begun to gather around him, eagerly admiring him or they seemed to be awaiting something. He shifted annoyed as the sun really began to beat down on him now.

He was about to call his fireman to tell Pegler to hurry up when a whistle so deep, low and loud sounded that it shook his very boiler. 

He gave an indignant squeak at the sensation, but didn't hear the spectators around him laugh at him. That whistle rattled and vibrated in his smoke box, he'd never heard anything like it. 

"Scotsman!" Pegler laughed as returned and climbed onto his running board. "I see 4014 has decided to introduce himself."

Scotsman was shocked as a colossal engine began to pull out from behind the sheds towards him and move on the turntable to face him. He couldn't find the words to describe the engine before him. He could speak at all. Scotsman stared slack jawed as the enormous engine came to a halt in front of him. 

The top Scotsman's cab barely looked like it would even reach this engines' window he was so big. 16 driving wheels supported a boiler so huge that Scotsman could barely comprehend what he was seeing.

"Hello Flying Scotsman, Union Pacific 4014 at your service or as they like to call me, Big Boy," the engine introduced himself with a deep low but warm and inviting voice. "I'm a big fan, heard all about you from my crew. The first engine to go 100mph? That's remarkable! I wanted to meet you myself."

"I- I- I-" The Flying Scotsman just stammered, his eyes staring wide eyed and agape at the sheer size of this engine. "I'm- I'm Flyin' Sco- small I'm small." 

Scotsman couldn't even think straight he was so shocked by the engine before him that he was mumbling incoherently. 

"Oh dear I think you threw him quite a loop," Pegler laughed. He knocked on the Scotsman's smoke box to try and snap him out of it.

It seemed to work as Scotsman focused on  Pegler before blinking several times and grounding himself. 

"Sorry!" The Scotsman centred himself and regained his composure. "I apologise for my rudeness, it's just… I've never seen an engine so large before."

"I would hope not! They say I'm the biggest steam locomotive in the world!" The 4014 said with a loud laugh. "Well, myself and my siblings are." 

"I can't even-! Wow," the Scotsman said, still awestruck at the engine before him. No other engine had taken him quite off guard like this remarkable beast of an engine. "Incredible!"

"I could say the same thing about you, I've never met an engine from England before, the others said you were kind of a haughty old fuss pot."

Scotsman's face turned bright red. 

"I um, have been acting like an arrogant ass since being here, I shall admit," Scotsman admitted. He wasn't proud of how he'd acted to some of his hosts.

"Well you seem quite nice to me," 4014 flashed a wide grin and the Scotsman smiled. 

"Thank-you 4014," he beamed. 

"Call me Big Boy, please," the engine urged and the Scotsman blushed deeper. 

"Alright then, Thank-you Big Boy."

"You're Welcome Flying Scotsman."

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