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If owned Star Trek, then I would have had rights to the 2009 movie. And if I had rights to the 2009 movie, I'd be making out with Zachary Quinto and this story wouldn't exist. Can you do the math?

Things were suddenly slinging out of the vortex. Some things were large and heavy, others flimsy. The heaviest of all crashed into Spock. Then the vortex simply vanished and all went silent.

"Spock! Chekov, Sulu check for damages." Ordered Jim. The ship's helmsman and navigator were as quick as ever.

Kirk had to step back to assess what had flew out. Clothes, cases, tiny items, papers and whatnot were everywhere. His blue eyes turned to Spock. There, lying on him, was a female.

"Oh god," breathed McCoy. His response was rightly justified.

The intruder rolled off of Spock and he rose swiftly to his feet. "A female?"

"Is she Romulan?" Kirk whispered. Spock shook his head. "Not at all, look."

There on the floor, coughing and gasping on the floor was a woman. The three males saw flying dirty-blonde hair, partially hiding her face, a white jacket, and crushed glasses. "Oh … my … God."

She coughed several more times before finally lying on her back. Trinity was dazed. The compounds she just combusted and didn't give her a second to react. Catching up her breathing she pulled off her glasses and stared until she came into focus. There in front of her were three men, and from the little data her brain could extract in such a situation, they were equally attractive in one manner or another. Well, as far as she could tell with out her lenses.

The three senior officers looked from one another. "Go get a tricorder," Jim instructed.

"Yeah, gimme a minuet."

Her breaths became shallow and she was close to hyperventilation. Her back hit the edge of the platform and she went to stand up, only to fall down. They tried to put their hands out but she only stared. "Holy, who … what? Oh dear lord, oh dear lord. What the … are you, where am I?"

Kirk pushed out his hand to offer to her but she kept staring at the only non-human in front of her. Trinity was, for lack of a better word, confused. Pointed ears? Slanted eyebrows? She pushed it away from her mind to stare at a lone hand which was extended to her.

"Calm down, no one is going to harm you." Her eyes averted to Kirk, still frantic.

"Please, just calm down." He coaxed her into normal breathing and helped her stand up. She shook like a leaf.

Spock stared at her in return during Kirk's session with her. This woman was just thrown out of a vortex, scarred to death. Only when she had seen him, had she started to decompose entirely. "Captain, I see that my presence does not help our issue any so I shall see myself to maintaining the ship as well."

"Good idea Spock, I'll call you back whenever we've got her to calm down." Spock nodded, only after exchanging glances with the young blonde. He walked over to Chekov and Sulu. He noticed Uhura paying attention to McCoy and Kirk. Spock turned his head, she should be the least of his worries.

Meanwhile, Kirk was having difficulties beyond measure to get the young lady's breathing back to normal. He steered her to his chair and said, "My friend here, McCoy, is a doctor. I'm going to let him check your vitals." She nodded but flinched at every touch. It took a good five minuets for her to be considerably rational.

"Are you alright now?" Kirk asked. She nodded being very wary now. "I'm going to wave my friend back over, alright?"

She opened her mouth for the first time. "Yeah … what is he?" She felt dazed, like she was in a bad Sci-fi channel movie.

McCoy and Kirk looked at each other oddly. "You mean you have no idea? The way he looks doesn't register familiar to whatsoever?" McCoy asked. It was odd, to have any human no matter what age to not recognize a Vulcan. They were one of the most humanoid creatures.

Trinity hadn't even heard the question, all her thoughts were moving rapidly, she didn't know how to feel either. Everything was a giant, spinning blur.

Spock came back over and Kirk pulled him over for a moment. "She has no idea what you are."

"It is uncommon for a human to not know of Vulcans, but not entirely unheard of." Kirk just shook his head and they went back over. McCoy was paged overhead and he left.

Kirk kneeled down on one leg and Spock stood behind him in a very formal manner. "My name is Captain James T. Kirk, I'm the one in charge of this ship. Behind me here is my good friend Spock and he is also my First in Command. Now you are?"

Trinity blinked then, then took a deep breath. She didn't answer quickly, she looked around first. The entire room was futuristic, like off of the millions of sci-fi shows she watched, only better. Then, in front of her was space. The final frontier, the galaxy, and this ship and these people weren't even concerned with that! Her mouth dropped open and she moved to stand up, but a hand landed on her shoulder forcing her back down.

Dumbstruck she stared out and said, "We're … we're in space. How is that even possible? And all this technology … Where am I?" She stared at Captain Kirk.

His face scrunched up and he looked at Spock who was approaching. "Miss, this is the U.S.S. Enterprise. We are apart of the United Federation of Planets. It is now basic fact that you are unaware of your current setting."

Trinity blinked. The what for the who of where? Oh today was not going to get better, Trinity thought incredulously.

Also, had the alien man just caught on? It was obvious she had no clue in Hell what was happening. Despite her quick to temper ways she was somewhat shocked at how he replied as well, so calculated and it wasn't harsh, just unfeeling. She shivered.

"Listen, I promise we will answer every single question you have but until then you have to answer ours." Kirk was determined to get what he wanted out of her. She stared at him, uneasy. Never really wanting to trust anyone, Trinity was having a hard time accepting that she had to answer to him first. She reluctantly replied.

"Fine. Then you will answer my questions." Her tone shocked Kirk, but it was funny and caused him to snicker. "Glad we're on the same page."

Sitting in the Captain's chair she, as well as the crew occupying the bridge, were wondering how a young lady was flung out of nowhere and onto their ship. Kirk stood up and said, "Spock, I think we should talk to her somewhere else."

He nodded, "Affirmative. This seems to be quite the distraction for the rest of the crew. I suggest we move to this to the officer's lounge?"

Kirk liked that idea, especially because his sandwich hadn't even been touched when Chekov called for them. Looking back to the blonde Kirk said, "We'll be speaking in a private place, so if you would please follow us."

Trinity glared for a moment. Herding her like cattle when she was incapacitated, joy. She watched as he moved a little ways and she went to stand up, but was still shaking tremendously. Once on her feet she came close to falling, but there were two very muscular arms supporting her from behind. On the inside she thundered. She was out of commission. Her mind refused to decide what emotion she was feeling. Several issues faced her at the very moment. Her body kept shaking, more now then ever. She figured she would be convulsing for the next few days.

The arms supporting her were strong and they stabilized her on the floor.

"Are you able to stand?" There was that calculating tone. That ... thing, Vulcan as she was told, was what was helping her. She jerked away and her stomach twisted. Once more she was wide-eyed. Trinity realized how insane she was acting.

"I'm sorry, umm, thank you though. I'll be fine." She nodded stupidly, did her stupid, habitual hand-wave-waggle and left Spock there, fascinated by how startled she was by everything. His mind was deducting everything he could and the answer was obvious. He just felt that the questions he and Kirk had for the young woman needed to be answered.

Spock caught up to Kirk while each walked on one side of her. Kirk was thinking either about her in some manner of trying to hit on her, or his sandwich. Both were of equal priority sadly. Spock however was scanning over the much shorter female. Her hair was a length between medium and long, reaching just past her shoulders and thick. Then he saw the lab coat. White and knee-length. Stitched on the front was 'Dr. T. T. Kholer'. Mentally his eyebrows pulled together in curiosity. The coat was obviously a scientific one, but a much older model, which only reinforced his idea.

Her hair was parted on the right, framing a heart shaped face, and hooded green eyes. He estimated her height to be five-foot-four give or take a few centimeters. He could not see her shirt but her pants were made of the popular denim that many humans wore. Thus, he logically concluded that she was very much a human.

He and Kirk had to slow their paces for her to keep up at a pace that wouldn't cause her to collapse in such a condition. Trinity crossed her arms tightly and was focusing on the floor in front of her, breathing deeply. The look on her face was nothing short of determination and thought.

Once they reach the officer's lounge the trio stopped. Kirk opened the door and motioned with his hand, "Ladies first."

Trinity turned to look at him. Chivalry was a good sign. Nodding she walked in and stared. Not drastically different, but enough to spike an extreme curiosity. There were strange machines that she may have been able to place, but not then. A hand landed on her shoulder and she snapped back out of surprise.

It was the captain who was trying to lead her to a couch along the wall. She sunk into the comfortable, black couch as the males took their places in another couch across from her.

As always Kirk was the first to speak. "Well, I'm going to grab my sandwich. Would you like something to drink?" he said, looking at her. She nodded and took a calming breath.

"Yes," she was going to take a long shot and pray that even though she was screwed over like no other, that she could still have the comfort of one thing, "coffee please?"

"Sure, anything special?"

"Strong, very, very strong." He chuckled and turned to look at Spock who only nodded.

He left her and Spock, which only led her to stare at him for a moment. Her mouth opened a bit as if to say something, but nothing came out. Spock looked in return and raised an eyebrow as if inquiring to her. All she could do was bite and lip and look down.

"Why do I startle you?" Trinity instantly looked up, wondering if it was he who had asked her something or if more things were going wrong. He repeated his question.

"Oh … I, I suppose. I mean …" she had no idea how to not offend him. Spock was becoming more right by the second.

"You are unfamiliar with any life form not indigenous to Earth correct?"

Her eyes widened. Was he implying aliens? Sure enough he had to be. "Only if you imply there are extraterrestrials."

His emotionless face seemed to contrast against his eyes. She could see gears turning in there, but she honestly had no idea what to say.

"I do not imply for it is an honest fact. I am part Vulcan."

For the millionth time today her face was bewildered as her mind. "What's a Vulcan?" She really was in a Sci-fi movie. Today seemed to get no better. She let go a sigh of defeat and rested her head in one hand. "You're telling me that you're half … Vulcan. And a Vulcan is what?"

Before he could answered, Kirk returned. He had a tray of food and drinks. He sat a cup in front of Trinity, one for himself and then another for Spock. She looked at the dark liquid. It smelled amazing and the warmth helped. She picked it up and took a large drink. It was sweet and chocolatety like mocha, only better.

The green eyed miss turned her head to the Captain and smiled. "Thank you."

"I take it you like it then?"

She nodded. "Very much so. What's in it?"

"Oh, nothing, it's just what it's made from. It's a Vulcan drink." Her eyebrow raised up and she looked to the half-Vulcan man. "Your … people?"

He nodded. "Yes, it was a natural resource on my planet." Planet? She refused to have him elaborate.

"Right, well, do you mind if we ask you a few things?" She shook her head and Jim continued.

"Your name?" Kirk leaned forward his head on his fist, looking intently at her. Trinity was slumped slightly into her seat, but straightened up to speak.

Trinity set her eyes on Kirk and introduced herself. "My name is Doctor Trinity Kholer." Adding the title of doctor was almost automatic. It was a testament to how much of a social life she truly had.

Before Kirk could say anything Spock intervened, "Dr. Kholer, by having such a title implies you are well-educated. What is your field of study?"

"My field of study … I'm sorry, I missed your names… " She offered a sheepish grin to the men and shrugged. "I am Captain James T. Kirk and this is First Commander Spock. We're the heads of this ship. We'll explain it after we get what we need to assess your issue."

Under her breath she mutter, "Quite the issue indeed. Commander … Spock, I am a astrophysicist for NASA." Kirk looked a little dumb founded and Spock could easily have looked the same, but she continued.

"I was on my way from my home in Colorado to an airport in Oklahoma to pick up a project. Traffic was unbearable on my way home so I stopped at a hotel." She swallowed, but dismissed any thoughts until after she finished her story. "I wasn't thinking clearly the next day, I was using hazardous materials, looking for an answer for a project. Then a large black void appeared, a black hole, and I was hurled onto your … ship."

Her face twisted into a painful look and she took another drink of the coffee.

"Dr. Kholer NASA is a centuries old organization. What star date do you think it is?" Commander Spock asked her. This gained a response.

"Centuries? No, NASA is a few decades old, not ancient." What could she do, her mind was racking up a conclusion very quickly that she did not want to face. There was a desperation in her voice, but defeated as well. "And what, Commander, is a star date?"

Kirk finally had his turn to be wide eyed. He tapped Spock on the shoulder. "Do you think she knows what she is talking about? Miss Kholer, are you sure that you're from NASA let alone the United State of America?"

She stared at them long and hard. The stinging sensation of tears. A hand covered her mouth as she looked at them incredulously. She came through a void and had that void … Did it?

In a panicked voice she said, "My birthday is November 19, 1985. I'm currently twenty-four. I graduated from Capstone High School eight years ago. Today is August 27th, 2009." Kirk's mouth might as well hit the table. What she had just told them was not as believable as it should have been since their maiden voyage.

Rather then coming from the future, she came from the past. Almost three-hundred years into the past. Spock noticed how Kirk was raking this in his brain, any physics and time travel passed him by.

"Dr. Kholer, I understand how disturbing this may be for you, the star date, or year as you would call it is 2258. The void you have just traveled through, I'm suspecting, was a black hole which relocated you to the future." Trinity could have died inside. What that meant didn't register just yet but she understood one thing, she was the first scientist ever to find a natural reacting formula for a black hole. There was too much bad news and too much good news in this one incident for her to handle at that moment in time. Her brain felt exhausted and she knew, even though she wasn't sobbing, that there were tears on her cheeks.

Her head was in her hands, hiding her eyes. Lightly, a hand was on her arm, Kirk again. "Hey, I know there isn't much we can do, but let us put you in some private quarters and we'll have some crew members bring your things that were blown about from the bridge." Trinity was grateful that he seemed genuinely concerned.

The shaking returned and even though she couldn't see them, she could feel the captain's unease around a trembling woman. "Shoot, Spock, I need to go see Scotty about how the warp transmissions are and what we may need when we land. Sorry, Miss Kholer, I have a thing to attend to."

Wiping her eyes she thanked him and stood up. "Commander, if it wouldn't bother anyone, I'd like to retrieve my belongings personally." All he did was nod and started walking. A nausea settled into her body, but she refused to let it take hold of her until she could sleep. Everything seemed to spin in her mind as they silently journeyed back to the bridge.

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As I promised, longer chapter. Sad to say I don't have much action put into it, but I'm trying to work it in.

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