Disclaimer: All characters, except Amy, and the basic situation
(Federation, a lost starship, etc) belong to Paramount. The lyrics belong
to Northern Songs. This story is a work of fiction and for entertainment
only; I received no compensation for writing this.
Let It Be (chapter 5)
"No!"
Harry woke with a start. "Where, what. . .?" Harry was cut off as another scream cut through the quiet of the night.
"Please! I'm so sorry, I did mean to-arghhh!" The voice was cut off with a bloodcurdling scream.
Harry jumped out of the sleeping bag and eased the door to the shed open. Peering out into the darkness Harry saw dim lights in the distance. Someone's being hurt, badly, he thought. I need to. . . his thoughts stopped, no, can't mess with history! Besides, he wasn't armed and, this being rural America in the early 21st century, odds were that whoever was attacking the person would be. Oh, yeah Kim, that'd be good. Go and get yourself killed before you were even born. Besides, the screaming has stopped, maybe the authorities had arrived or something. Deep down Harry doubted that that was the case.
Trying to ignore that part of his mind, Harry lay down and attempted to get back to sleep. He didn't think that he'd be able to, not with the screams and the temporal prime directive pulling at his mind.
This was a bad idea, he thought. I never should have let Amy talk me into spending the night here. Not that I had much choice, he mused.
When Harry had tried to take his leave of the shed, with every intention of hiding in the woods until he could find a way back to Voyager, Amy would have none of it.
"You just sit back down there, Mister." Amy's eyes flashed dangerously. "You're not going anywhere. You don't have so much as a wallet or car keys. Do you know how far we are from anything that an even optimist might call a civilization? I'm not about to let a man who might have amnesia go wandering through the woods in the dark. You're spending the night and that's that."
When Harry started to protest, Amy had cut him off saying that the discussion was over and that if he was gone in the morning, she would hunt him down like an animal and use his head for a piƱata. Combined with a punctuated growl from Jonesy, who, then, promptly went back to sniffing Harry's shoes, tail wagging happily, Harry acquiesced.
Amy had stayed for a bit after that setting up a sleeping bag and pulling out some candy for Harry.
"I'm sorry that this is all I have here. I'll bring you real food tomorrow." She had said. I would invite you to the house, but my dad would definitely call the cops when he got home." Amy glanced at her watch and visibly paled. "Crap, I didn't realize how late it was, I've got to get home! Sleep well!" With that she left, leaving Harry alone in the little shed. Not quite alone, Harry realized when Jonesy jumped up and sniffed at the candy Harry was holding.
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Bang, bang, bang. "Hello? It's Amy. You decent?"
Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes. Must've fallen asleep, hum. He called out "Yeah, come on in."
Amy entered allowing a wash of sunlight in as well. She set the bag she was holding down on the floor and started to pull things out of it. Amy was wearing a green long sleeved shirt that read "Griffin Bears" in yellow lettering.
Amy smiled up at Harry. "You know," she said, "I just realized that I don't know your name." When Harry hesitated in answering, her head snapped around and her eyes fixed on him in a laser-like stare. "You do know what it is, right?"
Harry sighed, and said, "My name's Harry Kim. By the way what's your surname?" just realizing that he only knew her first name.
"Kent. Nice to meet you Harry," she replied. "Darn! I forgot the can opener. Really, I'd forget my head if the voices didn't remind me. I'll run and go get it, but here's some juice and pain killers to start with." Amy shoved a metallic bag and some pills into Harry's hand and dashed out of the shed calling over her shoulder, "Jonesy, stay."
Harry laughed at the utter inanity of Amy's actions.
He had finally gotten the straw into his second juice packet, the first having burst and squirted all over him and Jonesy, when his communicator beeped. Harry jumped and dove for the communicator squirting more juice on himself and the very happy, very sticky Jonesy. "Kim here." Oh, please, tell me you can get me back. I can't survive if this is how people drink things! Man, and I don't even like lemonade! Biting back a groan of frustration, Harry listened intently.
"I. . . t knoooowww iiiifff. . .can hearmeMisterKiiiiiiimmmmmm."
Harry's heart soured as the captian's distorted voice came through the static.
"lana tells me thaaaaaaat you on'tbeabletorespon. . .Asssssss you prrrrooooobbbaaaably already know, you. . .in Earth'spast. Your transpooooorrrrrrrrtttttttter siiiiiiggggggnaaaaal wassssssssssss sssssssssucked through a black hol. . . Wethinkwecangetyouhooooooome. One week has passsssssssssed here and inanother. . . beam you baaaaaaack throoouuugh. Pleeeeeassssssseeeeeee beeeeee asssssssss closetowhereyou maaaaaateeeeeeriiiiiaaaallllized asssss possible. Don't worry Harry. . . getyouhome. Janeway oouuuut"
(AN~ if you can't figure out what Janeway said, there's a translation at the end of this chapter)
Harry cut off the transmission. A whole week's past on Voyager! That means I'll be out of here in less than 24 hours!
"YES!"
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I am so sorry that it took me this long to get this out. Life's been kinda hectic lately. I'll try and get the next (and probably last) chapter of this out this month. Sorry again for the total lateness of this chapter! Please R&R!
Ashes
Here's the translation of Janeway's message.
I don't know if you can here me, Mr. Kim. Bea'lana tells me that you won't be able to respond. As you probably already know, you are sometime in Earth's past. Your transporter signal was sucked through a black hole. We think we can get you home. One wee has passed here and in another we're going to beam you back through. Please be as close to where you materialized as possible. Don't worry Harry, we'll get you home.
Let It Be (chapter 5)
"No!"
Harry woke with a start. "Where, what. . .?" Harry was cut off as another scream cut through the quiet of the night.
"Please! I'm so sorry, I did mean to-arghhh!" The voice was cut off with a bloodcurdling scream.
Harry jumped out of the sleeping bag and eased the door to the shed open. Peering out into the darkness Harry saw dim lights in the distance. Someone's being hurt, badly, he thought. I need to. . . his thoughts stopped, no, can't mess with history! Besides, he wasn't armed and, this being rural America in the early 21st century, odds were that whoever was attacking the person would be. Oh, yeah Kim, that'd be good. Go and get yourself killed before you were even born. Besides, the screaming has stopped, maybe the authorities had arrived or something. Deep down Harry doubted that that was the case.
Trying to ignore that part of his mind, Harry lay down and attempted to get back to sleep. He didn't think that he'd be able to, not with the screams and the temporal prime directive pulling at his mind.
This was a bad idea, he thought. I never should have let Amy talk me into spending the night here. Not that I had much choice, he mused.
When Harry had tried to take his leave of the shed, with every intention of hiding in the woods until he could find a way back to Voyager, Amy would have none of it.
"You just sit back down there, Mister." Amy's eyes flashed dangerously. "You're not going anywhere. You don't have so much as a wallet or car keys. Do you know how far we are from anything that an even optimist might call a civilization? I'm not about to let a man who might have amnesia go wandering through the woods in the dark. You're spending the night and that's that."
When Harry started to protest, Amy had cut him off saying that the discussion was over and that if he was gone in the morning, she would hunt him down like an animal and use his head for a piƱata. Combined with a punctuated growl from Jonesy, who, then, promptly went back to sniffing Harry's shoes, tail wagging happily, Harry acquiesced.
Amy had stayed for a bit after that setting up a sleeping bag and pulling out some candy for Harry.
"I'm sorry that this is all I have here. I'll bring you real food tomorrow." She had said. I would invite you to the house, but my dad would definitely call the cops when he got home." Amy glanced at her watch and visibly paled. "Crap, I didn't realize how late it was, I've got to get home! Sleep well!" With that she left, leaving Harry alone in the little shed. Not quite alone, Harry realized when Jonesy jumped up and sniffed at the candy Harry was holding.
********
Bang, bang, bang. "Hello? It's Amy. You decent?"
Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes. Must've fallen asleep, hum. He called out "Yeah, come on in."
Amy entered allowing a wash of sunlight in as well. She set the bag she was holding down on the floor and started to pull things out of it. Amy was wearing a green long sleeved shirt that read "Griffin Bears" in yellow lettering.
Amy smiled up at Harry. "You know," she said, "I just realized that I don't know your name." When Harry hesitated in answering, her head snapped around and her eyes fixed on him in a laser-like stare. "You do know what it is, right?"
Harry sighed, and said, "My name's Harry Kim. By the way what's your surname?" just realizing that he only knew her first name.
"Kent. Nice to meet you Harry," she replied. "Darn! I forgot the can opener. Really, I'd forget my head if the voices didn't remind me. I'll run and go get it, but here's some juice and pain killers to start with." Amy shoved a metallic bag and some pills into Harry's hand and dashed out of the shed calling over her shoulder, "Jonesy, stay."
Harry laughed at the utter inanity of Amy's actions.
He had finally gotten the straw into his second juice packet, the first having burst and squirted all over him and Jonesy, when his communicator beeped. Harry jumped and dove for the communicator squirting more juice on himself and the very happy, very sticky Jonesy. "Kim here." Oh, please, tell me you can get me back. I can't survive if this is how people drink things! Man, and I don't even like lemonade! Biting back a groan of frustration, Harry listened intently.
"I. . . t knoooowww iiiifff. . .can hearmeMisterKiiiiiiimmmmmm."
Harry's heart soured as the captian's distorted voice came through the static.
"lana tells me thaaaaaaat you on'tbeabletorespon. . .Asssssss you prrrrooooobbbaaaably already know, you. . .in Earth'spast. Your transpooooorrrrrrrrtttttttter siiiiiiggggggnaaaaal wassssssssssss sssssssssucked through a black hol. . . Wethinkwecangetyouhooooooome. One week has passsssssssssed here and inanother. . . beam you baaaaaaack throoouuugh. Pleeeeeassssssseeeeeee beeeeee asssssssss closetowhereyou maaaaaateeeeeeriiiiiaaaallllized asssss possible. Don't worry Harry. . . getyouhome. Janeway oouuuut"
(AN~ if you can't figure out what Janeway said, there's a translation at the end of this chapter)
Harry cut off the transmission. A whole week's past on Voyager! That means I'll be out of here in less than 24 hours!
"YES!"
~~~~~~~~
I am so sorry that it took me this long to get this out. Life's been kinda hectic lately. I'll try and get the next (and probably last) chapter of this out this month. Sorry again for the total lateness of this chapter! Please R&R!
Ashes
Here's the translation of Janeway's message.
I don't know if you can here me, Mr. Kim. Bea'lana tells me that you won't be able to respond. As you probably already know, you are sometime in Earth's past. Your transporter signal was sucked through a black hole. We think we can get you home. One wee has passed here and in another we're going to beam you back through. Please be as close to where you materialized as possible. Don't worry Harry, we'll get you home.
