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lieutenant—uhura:

iamthefirechild:

“Did Reed finally get those teleporters working, then? He’s probably hiding them or some such nonsense,” Summer mused. It seemed like a fairly simple coordinates mixup, to be causing such a complicated amount of anxiety. “Well then, it’s simple. All you have to do is tell me where your ship is, and I’ll fly you back there myself.” She paused, smiling a little. “I hope you aren’t afraid of heights.”

“No, you don’t understand.” Uhura lifted her head, staring directly into the other woman’s gaze now. Tears welled in her eyes as she shook her head. “I am from stardate 2260. I am almost 250 years ahead of your time. You can’t just take me to my ship,” she said with a painful inhale.

She sat back on her heels, startled. “Time travel. Well, shit. You’re right, that one I can’t fix on my own. My boyfriends might be able to help you, though. Tony’s — well, Tony’s a genius. And Loki is from Asgard. There’s a lot of knowledge there we don’t yet have.” She offered her hand to Uhura. “It’ll be okay. Trust me.”

lieutenant—uhura:

iamthefirechild:

“Uhura. African, right? I’m Summer.” She squeezed once, then knelt so she could look Uhura in the eyes more easily. “It’s going to be okay. Can you tell me what happened, before you got here? What you remember.”

Uhura simply nodded to the young woman before her hands moved to brush her hair from her face, attempting to keep herself calm, but it seemed unlikely. She was centuries from her time, from her family. “I was on the transporter deck of the Enterprise—” She then looked to the girl, feeling slightly foolish. “I am a communications officer on a Starfleet vessel.”

“Did Reed finally get those teleporters working, then? He’s probably hiding them or some such nonsense,” Summer mused. It seemed like a fairly simple coordinates mixup, to be causing such a complicated amount of anxiety. “Well then, it’s simple. All you have to do is tell me where your ship is, and I’ll fly you back there myself.” She paused, smiling a little. “I hope you aren’t afraid of heights.”

lieutenant—uhura:

iamthefirechild:

Summer put a hand on the dark girl’s shoulder, gently. “We’ll get to that. You’re not where you expected to be. Right now just breathe. Come on, drink a little.” She didn’t have enough pieces to understand the fright just yet, but that was okay. She took the moment to look over her visitor: tall and elegant, the way Summer wanted to be; dark eyes, skin, and hair, with a wide mouth and high forehead.

She made Summer think of Pepper Potts, that kind of ‘power woman’. “What’s your name? Let’s start with that.”

Uhura brought the glass to her lips, allowing herself to take controlled sips, not wanting to choke herself by drinking it too fast. It helped a bit, but she could still feel herself becoming more anxious. “My name—” She inhaled deeply, her eyes lifting up to look at the redheaded woman. “Uhura.” She said gently, her eyes shifting back to the floor below her.

“Uhura. African, right? I’m Summer.” She squeezed once, then knelt so she could look Uhura in the eyes more easily. “It’s going to be okay. Can you tell me what happened, before you got here? What you remember.”

lieutenant—uhura:

iamthefirechild:

“Whoa, whoa, you better sit down before you fall down. Right behind you, honey. Get your head down before you pass out.” Summer jumped up and darted into the kitchen, running a glass of water and dropping a couple ice cubes in. She pressed her cold fingertips to her temple as she came back in, trying to settle her own stomach from the shock of fear.

“Here. Both hands.”

As she dipped her head past her knees, Uhura did her best to try and calm her nerves. How did this happen? How did she manage to launch herself centuries into the past? Her eyes stung with tears as she started to hyperventilate, a soft whimper escaping her lips before she felt the glass of water being placed between both of her hands. “How did this happen?” she whispered mostly to herself; she had a feeling this young woman had no idea how she got here, either.

Summer put a hand on the dark girl’s shoulder, gently. “We’ll get to that. You’re not where you expected to be. Right now just breathe. Come on, drink a little.” She didn’t have enough pieces to understand the fright just yet, but that was okay. She took the moment to look over her visitor: tall and elegant, the way Summer wanted to be; dark eyes, skin, and hair, with a wide mouth and high forehead.

She made Summer think of Pepper Potts, that kind of ‘power woman’. “What’s your name? Let’s start with that.”

lieutenant—uhura:

iamthefirechild:

“Stardate. Uh. What the hell day is it anyw— May. May 23, 2013. Stardate?”

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She stared at the woman, almost blankly before fear set in. “2-2013?” She looked around before her hand went to rest against her chest but failed midway. “Do you have water?” She whispered before looking for a chair to sink into.

“Whoa, whoa, you better sit down before you fall down. Right behind you, honey. Get your head down before you pass out.” Summer jumped up and darted into the kitchen, running a glass of water and dropping a couple ice cubes in. She pressed her cold fingertips to her temple as she came back in, trying to settle her own stomach from the shock of fear.

“Here. Both hands.”