Fic: History Lesson
Title: History Lesson
Author: bana05
Characters/Pairings: S/U, M, K
Rating: PG
Warnings: Sugar Rush
Summary: It's April 3rd, 1968. Uhura doesn't remember the significance of it, but Spock does.
A/N: This occurs after Slipping and features references to A Dream Come True. Fic occurs immediately before TOS: Assignment Earth, and if you aren't familiar with the episode, I encourage you to read the page on it, particularly the notes at the bottom. Also for more reference, go here and here for a fuller version. Per usual, Star Trek still doesn't belong to me. I hope you enjoy and please forgive errors! For a list of fic go here.
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“Today is April 3rd, 1968.”
Uhura glanced up from her console. The chatter from the major powers of Earth at this time was fascinatingly dull compared to chatter she heard during her tenure in Starfleet. She was amazed humans had been so myopic once upon a time, truly convinced they were the only sentient beings in the universe. She was also amazed only a few short centuries later humans had unequivocally been proven otherwise. And even though everyone of the Enterprise crew couldn’t understand why Starfleet had ordered the ship back in time, at least in this instance it had been intentional and everyone could relax a bit while conducting the historical research. They had been in orbit for an Earth-standard week, mostly amused by the old-fashioned communication protocols and weird fashions they’d only seen in holovids thus far. And given this very obvious, yet random recitation of the date, Spock must be very bored since, for a Vulcan, this era of human development might as well be pre-Stone Age.
“Okay, Mr. Spock,” Uhura said, her lips curving as she waited for him to elaborate. When he merely raised an eyebrow, she slowly started turning toward her console again.
( He exhaled softly, yet audibly. “I believe today is when Martin Luther King, Jr. gives his last speech before his assassination.” )
Author: bana05
Characters/Pairings: S/U, M, K
Rating: PG
Warnings: Sugar Rush
Summary: It's April 3rd, 1968. Uhura doesn't remember the significance of it, but Spock does.
A/N: This occurs after Slipping and features references to A Dream Come True. Fic occurs immediately before TOS: Assignment Earth, and if you aren't familiar with the episode, I encourage you to read the page on it, particularly the notes at the bottom. Also for more reference, go here and here for a fuller version. Per usual, Star Trek still doesn't belong to me. I hope you enjoy and please forgive errors! For a list of fic go here.
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“Today is April 3rd, 1968.”
Uhura glanced up from her console. The chatter from the major powers of Earth at this time was fascinatingly dull compared to chatter she heard during her tenure in Starfleet. She was amazed humans had been so myopic once upon a time, truly convinced they were the only sentient beings in the universe. She was also amazed only a few short centuries later humans had unequivocally been proven otherwise. And even though everyone of the Enterprise crew couldn’t understand why Starfleet had ordered the ship back in time, at least in this instance it had been intentional and everyone could relax a bit while conducting the historical research. They had been in orbit for an Earth-standard week, mostly amused by the old-fashioned communication protocols and weird fashions they’d only seen in holovids thus far. And given this very obvious, yet random recitation of the date, Spock must be very bored since, for a Vulcan, this era of human development might as well be pre-Stone Age.
“Okay, Mr. Spock,” Uhura said, her lips curving as she waited for him to elaborate. When he merely raised an eyebrow, she slowly started turning toward her console again.
( He exhaled softly, yet audibly. “I believe today is when Martin Luther King, Jr. gives his last speech before his assassination.” )