Arya's POV

If looks could kill, I'd probably be dead on the cold, aluminum floor, a puddle of whatever the hell I was made of at everyone's feet. Eilynn would have danced on my grave if it came down to it. But right at this moment, there would be no form of celebration for either of us, not with the Captain Kirk and his space crew looking at us with a mixture of awe and suspicion, hands on their little silver guns.

Eilynn looked at me with this gaze made from pure icicles, a deep frown on her pale face. Just by looking at her, I knew my sister wasn't happy in any way or shape or form with the situation I had somehow effortlessly landed us in. I mean, it wasn't my fault that Terence had decided to send us into Star Trek.

"Well?" Captain Kirk said, making Eilynn turn her gaze to the captain while I thought of a way to explain to the space crew that we were not from this world, solely wondering if they'll actually believe our word. And based on the look on their faces, I was one hundred percent sure that these men and woman thought we were some enemy spies of some kind of evil space lord or whatever.

Eilynn jabbed my side, hissing under her breath,

"Think of something to say to them,we can't have them thinking were the bad guys."

I snorted, thinking about how corny that sounded coming from my logical sister who currently had a death wish over my auburn head.

"Why do I have to say it?"

"Cause you got us into this mess!" The dark haired girl snapped back, pale blue eyes blazing with an inner anger that made me cringe on the inside.

"It was technically Terence who sent us here, not me," I pointed out, putting clear emphasizes on the name of the damned television that sent us here in the first place.

Eilynn shot me another look from hell, lips pressed into a thin line that almost matched the same pale color of her skin.

"Its the same difference! You bought him!"

"I-"

"Ahem!"

Both Eilynn and I turned from each other to look at the tall blonde captain, his blue eyes focused on my face with a burning suspicion. It was as plain as the light of day that Captain Kirk was about centimeters from throwing us straight out the glass window. Into space.

Go figure.

Both Eilynn and Captain Kirk as well as the rest of the entire space crew started at me expectantly while my mouth opened and close like a fish out of water.

"Well, uh," I took a deep breath before continuing, "there was this tv I bought and I fixed it up. Then I turned him on and he started smoking up. So then he sucked us into him…"

From the look on both the Eilynn''s face and the star crew was almost comical, both staring at my face with a mix of disbelief and pure confusion. My sister's jaw clenched and unclenched while I struggled with the fact that I wanted to curl up and die right then and there.

Captain Kirk raised an eyebrow at us, large hand resting on his weapon,

" Who is 'he'?"

Both Eilynn and I stared at the captain with these ridiculous expressions of confusion on our faces, swallowing shallowly as the crew started on at the exchange, awaiting the order of the captain who may or may not kill us after just helping his ass.

" Um, Terence? He kinda brought us there. You know, like, time travel."

Eilynn jabbed my side sharply, indicating that I should probably shut the fuck up before I end up digging us into a deeper hole for them to bury us in.

Captain Kirk, after a moment of pure silence, narrowed his blue eyes at my stupid response before finally coming to a personal consensus. Glancing over his shoulder, he called,

"Spock."

The stoic Vulcan appeared from thin air at his captain's side, dark eyes unreadable as Kirk waved his hand at us dismissly.

"Yes, Captain?"

" Take them to the lower level till we can figure out what to do with them."

Eilynn's jaw dropped, her pale eyes wide while I internally screamed with a mixture of anger and fucking fuckery. This was fucking insane, completely and utterly insane. The possibility of us making it out alive was minimal.

"I am so going to kill you if we make it out of here alive." Eilynn growled to me as the Vulcan advanced toward us, face blank.

Me making it out alive was a fantasy.