Right, I'm tired. Sorry for the delay. Lots of snow equals no power, thus no comp, thus no update. Simple math right? Good.

I don't own, nor shall I ever. Goodnight.

Sleep was unattainable. She tossed and turned for hours into the undetectable night. With every fiber of her, Trinity forced her arms and legs to be still. Green orbs focused on the ceiling. There was no comfort for her in the unfamiliar walls. None at all.

"Lights," she called out. Instantly the room brightened. With one hand she rubbed her eyes and threw off the covers. Her eyes darted around the bedroom. Rich purple walls, everything was actually very nice. The captain had placed her into one of the suites that were normally reserved for important guests amongst the ship. She was informed that she had no one else in her hall. No neighbors. She liked that.

Getting out of the bed and wondered what time it actually was. They had informed her of very little, since she had been so shaken up earlier. She wanted answers, but she figured only a few hours had passed since she actually came into her room.

Trinity went out into the front room for her quarters. It was like a small apartment. Her bags and whatever else that had came from the void with her was in the room. A few of the hotel's things flew in with her.

The young physicist pushed her hand through her hair. There was so much happening at once, she felt unorganized internally. From her job, to Mason, and now this … What could she do?

A huff came from her throat and tears stung her eyes. Sitting in a chair she pulled a small pillow to her face and let her emotions run free. She wasn't sobbing, organized thoughts were needed for that. This was just frustration and stress, the only thing other then heartbreak that made her cry. It only lasted for a little while. Nothing seemed graspable. She needed to jot things down, make sense of it, make her brain focused.

Sitting down she noticed that the notebook was the one with her project data in it. "Project Commision" was printed on a hardback, black notebook in metallic blue letters. She couldn't fathom why they had opted for color text. It seemed insignificant to her what color the notebook was; however, due to its insignificance, she shouldn't care either way. She did though.

Five pages were filled front and back with notes, equations, ideas and thoughts. She had worked longer then just in the hotel room, she had stayed with the director a couple days before his flight to Geneva, Switzerland. The project was a partnership with CERN. That was where NASA received particles from and she was the researcher they had working on the project in return.

Now, her project was invalid. Wonderful another issue that is my fault. Great going Kholer, you were so worried and so blinded that you've ruined everything! Trinity was mentally abusing herself. She was angry. Angry was good though, she could think that way.

The entire project was voic, Hazmat would be there to clean up her mess in a while if they hadn't done so already. Her mind reprimanded her. She was in the future, everything she knew has already happened and gone. Her era, despite the turn of events, was still her era. Present tense was automatic. Her sister would think she was dead or ran away for good … Oh Kate.

Trinity frowned and pursed her lips.

She felt stupid because she knew there was no way in the world she could change anything. She couldn't go home. Sure, with the equations and knowing what she had done she could create another void, but it dropped her here, and who was she to say that she wouldn't be placed father back then where she came or into the future even farther?

Helpless.

Trinity was absolutely helpless. Her sister, parents, nephew, friends … All of them were now gone. All she had was half of what she packed and that wasn't much at all. There wasn't much she could do. There was a funnier side to that though.

At that moment she decided that no matter what, she would never quit over packing. The one time that she only brought what she would need, she was flung into the future! Ludicrous!

She sighed and wished she could get all the emotions out of her. There was anger and frustration of not having a clear thought all day, heartbreak over what had happened the previous day, loss from not being able to go back to her family and home and then irony. The last had to be the worst because she felt as if someone was laughing at her. Her grandfather had given her ways to sort out her feelings, calm down. He was such a calm and gentle man.

Since she was sixteen, Trinity had come into habit of disappearing through tough times. Last year she was gone for an entire month. For a while though, her family would think she had disappeared again, maybe for a longer time. At least, if they thought that, they wouldn't be hurt. There was just nothing she could do, not a thing, and she wouldn't risk another unpredictable void.

She closed the notebook and finally felt a bit peaceful. Everything was written on one page, her thoughts, feelings, ideas. All that was left was a numb, peaceful, rational exhaustion. That was something she welcomed.

Standing she grabbed a bottle out of her purse, unsure of how the cooking appliances worked in this 'new' world. She found it funny that the bottle of Code Red Mountain Dew had never even been opened. There had been a gas station beside the hotel. In her bag was couple snacks. This was okay decided.

A lighter side sat in as she sat on the couch eating what she had with her. She was in space, a thrilling opportunity since she loved the study of its mechanics, on board a ship with a generous, mostly human crew. Nothing to worry about, no cheating Mason, no screeching Kate, no babysitting, no work. Sure the comfort of food and other things were gone, but she wasn't high maintenance. This could go well, and the new technology would keep her occupied easily.

She nodded to herself. Trying to make everything compress. Eventually, she started to lull off. Placing the insignificant snacks on the end table, the blonde woman stretched her body onto the length of the couch. A safety passed over her. And as sad as the fact was, it was the calmest and homiest feeling she had encountered in a long time.

Spock plucked a few more cords, ending what was one of several songs he knew to play on a Vulcan lute. It was early morning for the humans aboard the Enterprise, thus, anyone who had the "day" shift, would be asleep.

His meditation, had ended quite some time ago. For the past few hours, his mind was plagued, drenched with a sole focus: Trinity Kholer.

Yes, it was illogical. One of the most illogical thing he had ever experienced. Her predicament was intriguing. The outcome of such an event could not be weighed or calculated for a result. It was all very … unpredictable. Spock rose to his feet, knowing he would need to revert his mind to more productive associations.

Leaving his room, Spock went towards the mess hall, hoping for a moment's solitude to endeavor spiced tea and empty thoughts.

With a signature whoosh, the doors parted, allowing him asylum in the nearly empty mess hall. The chocolate brown eyes drifted towards the replicator. Uhura was there, picking up her breakfast plate. Today, she was relieved of all duty aboard the USS Enterprise. She didn't notice him and went to an empty table to eat.

Spock collected his Vulcan spiced tea and a morning broth. Another illogical emotion compelled him to consider joining his once beloved Nyota for breakfast as they had on one too many occasions. Then the war started. It was illogical to please himself in such a manner, and possibly cause her, as well as himself emotional distress. On the other hand, it was illogical to assume he had caused her so much distress since she had ended their relationship.

The real question, after stating such options, was which illogical answer was more logical? Somehow, without even deciding consciously, Spock had made his way to the dark haired beauty. "May I join you for breakfast Lt. Uhura?"

He had caught her off guard. The result of such was a confused look in his direction, with pursed lips. Nyota seemed hesitant but nodded all the same. Spock's mind asked him what he was doing. Obviously, there was no coherent answer.

"How are you Commander?" She seemed so distant. Nyota was pushing food back and forth on her plate with her fork. An alarm sprang into the Vulcan's mind. That was her twitch.

"I am satisfactory. Are you prepared for your departure?"

The frown on her face, point at him was unmistakable. "Spock, what are you doing?"

He raised an eyebrow to her. "Nyota, I was simply trying-"

One elegant hand shot up and he became silent. "Spock, I'm sorry. I need to go finish with my packing. Enjoy your breakfast."

As she walked away he was quite sure he would not be "enjoying" his breakfast.

Spock and breakfast. It seems almost cliche. Whatever.

Live Long and Prosper.

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