Fic: A Choice to Make
Like always, the hands were warm as they enveloped Uhura’s, which trembled mightily as she attempted to match her tricorder’s recording speed to his. It was vital they were in sync, or else, should another change be inadvertently made, the likelihood the rest would jump through the Guardian at the right time would decrease even further.
“Damn it!”
“You now sound like Dr. McCoy.”
Uhura wanted to laugh, to give into the tears buffeting against her eyes, but she merely said, “I want him back.”
“Yes.”
Uhura moved away, her hands not quite so shaky right then. “I’ve got it.”
The man before her stared for a long moment. “We will return.”
“We’ll come in after you if you don’t.”
He nodded. “When Mr. Scott goes, you go. I do not want you in the past alone.”
Uhura finally looked at Spock. Though his face was emotionless, his eyes spoke volumes.
“Mr. Spock-”
“I would think that a logical order. None of us should go through without a partner.”
She dropped her eyes again. “McCoy…”
“The odds of him surviving in the past alone are promising,” he assured her.
“Meanwhile mine…” Uhura muttered on a snort, the fear she’d been feeling since they’d lost contact with the Enterprise increasing dramatically. “Damn it! I should’ve brought down a subspace transmitter just in case-!”
“You could not have foreseen these events, Miss Uhura. In every other instance, our communicators have been sufficient.”
“But everything that’s happened has proved abnormal, Mr. Spock. I didn’t account for it-!”
“Stop this.”
Uhura glared at her tricorder instead of Spock. “I wish there were a way to rig up some sort of channel access between the tricorders so I could keep in touch with you.”
He came closer and covered her hands on her tricorder again. Uhura still did not look at him, knowing she would cry if she dared.
( “We will return.” )
“Damn it!”
“You now sound like Dr. McCoy.”
Uhura wanted to laugh, to give into the tears buffeting against her eyes, but she merely said, “I want him back.”
“Yes.”
Uhura moved away, her hands not quite so shaky right then. “I’ve got it.”
The man before her stared for a long moment. “We will return.”
“We’ll come in after you if you don’t.”
He nodded. “When Mr. Scott goes, you go. I do not want you in the past alone.”
Uhura finally looked at Spock. Though his face was emotionless, his eyes spoke volumes.
“Mr. Spock-”
“I would think that a logical order. None of us should go through without a partner.”
She dropped her eyes again. “McCoy…”
“The odds of him surviving in the past alone are promising,” he assured her.
“Meanwhile mine…” Uhura muttered on a snort, the fear she’d been feeling since they’d lost contact with the Enterprise increasing dramatically. “Damn it! I should’ve brought down a subspace transmitter just in case-!”
“You could not have foreseen these events, Miss Uhura. In every other instance, our communicators have been sufficient.”
“But everything that’s happened has proved abnormal, Mr. Spock. I didn’t account for it-!”
“Stop this.”
Uhura glared at her tricorder instead of Spock. “I wish there were a way to rig up some sort of channel access between the tricorders so I could keep in touch with you.”
He came closer and covered her hands on her tricorder again. Uhura still did not look at him, knowing she would cry if she dared.
( “We will return.” )