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Groggy.

If there was one word to ever describe how Rory was feeling, it would very well be groggy.

A groan escaped her and she felt her whole body ache with a vengeance, making her very well feel like an old bat. Barely managing in forcing herself to sit up and only hiss in discomfort, she blearily rubbed her eyes under her clear-rimmed glasses.

"Waaat de blazes 'appened?" She muttered, definitely not expecting there to be any answer.

"We had been hoping that you would be the one to answer that."

At the sound of the voice, Rory froze. She slowly took a deep breath before removing her hand from her eyes and slowly looking up. A breath hitched in her throat and the very familiar occupants of the very familiar room looked at her curiously, causing her to blush, but she ignored it in favor of slowly closing her eyes and bringing her fists up to the side if her head and slowly start counting out loud.

"Wan, two, tree, four, foive, six..." She muttered, missing the glances the men in front of her sent each other before a different voice interrupted her mutterings.

"May I ask what you're doing Miss..." The familiar voice questioned and Rory found herself answering what she'd already labeled a drug induced hallucination or a very vivid dream. Without moving from her position on the floor.

"Roi nigh Oi'm tryin' ter count 'til Oi either wake up from dis dream or someone knocks de sense back into me." Rory stated, not even bothering to open her eyes or remove her hands as she continued to count, completely missing the sound and sight of someone approaching her.

"Waat de 'eck paddy?!" She shrieked at the sharp pain that came from her arm. Her head snapped up and she looked up to see who her mind was labeling as "Spock" pulling back from having pinched her. She glowered at him as she schooched back from the men who looked like the crew of the Enterprise. Captain James T. Kirk was standing next to the console controlling the transporter, which she knew was right behind her. First Commander Spock was calmly standing by her side with his hands now clasped behind his back, and the only other occupants were two technicians standing at said console, and two men from security standing at the door.

Rory's breath started to come in quick pants as she started frantically glancing about her.

"Wha scon Oi? Please let me go 'um, Oi don't nu wha scon are!" She was growing frantic as much as she would hate herself for it later. Captain Kirk, sensing her distress called her attention to him.

"Hey take it easy, you're safe here. You're alright." He soothed, making Rory fight in herself to lower her breathing rate. She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing as she slowly calmed down.

"There you go." Captain encouraged as he walked over to her. He crouched in front of her, obviously staying out of arms reach from the calming woman. Cocking his head, he looked her over, faintly frowning at the sight of the very antiquated clothing she was wearing. She slowly looked up, she locked eyes on Kirk and sucked in a breath. He softly smiled and gestured at her.

"What's your name?"

She sat up a little straighter, "Me name?" She parroted, stilling when he nodded and she relaxed the slightest. "Me names Aurora O'Brian sir." Rory supplied, having calmed enough to become a bit more sensible. Sending a glance at Spock she frowned a bit, "Ye really 'av ter pinch me so darn 'ard?"

Spock raised his eyebrow, Rory could barely restrain a smile at the easily recognizable sight, and calmly addressed her.

"I had come to the conclusion that you were simply labeling us as an illusion or some figment of your mind. Logically, it would make sense that my pinching you and causing the slight pain would alert you that this situation is indeed, very real." The Vulcan calmly stated. Rory slightly scowled.

"Yer cud 'av jist poked me." She grumbled before the Captain drew her attention back to him.

"So Aurora, how'd you get aboard my ship?" The question was plain and simple, but it sent Rory's back straight like a ramrod. Memories flooded her mind, the fight, walking Charlie home, meeting Gigi, going back home...

Getting shot...

Her heart clenched and her throat constricted as she matched the Captain's intense gaze.

"Oi'm supposed ter be dead." She whispered, eyes wide as fear and confusion started seeping back into her as she tried to fight her. Captain Kirk, bless his soul, looked a bit shocked himself as he stood and looked down at her from his height before looking at Spock.

"Mr. Spock, will you please call Bones up here?"

Spock nodded and quickly made his way to the com. unit on the wall. Kirk crouched in front of Rory again.

"What do you mean you're supposed to be dead?" He questioned, eyes firm. Rory shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Cos Oi wus shot, a lot."

He seemed confused. "By a phaser?"

It was Rory's turn to be confused. "Naw, by a gun."

His eyes grew a fraction and he looked as if to say something but the doors behind the guards slid open and revealed another familiar face to Rory. Dr. McCoy quickly came over to her and the Captain. She ignored the both of them and looked off to the side with a glazed over look.

I'm supposed to be dead. I was bleeding out for goodness sake! What am I doing here? Is here even real?

She glanced at Spock out of her peripheral.

Yeah no this is real. But how did I get here?! This isn't right! I mean yeah it's awesome but it's wrong!

Completely oblivious to the three men staring at her, Rory continued to internally panic again before a gentle hand was placed on her shoulder.

She jumped as she was snapped out of her thoughts and snapped her head to the side to see McCoy smiling warmly at her.

"Why don't you come with me down to Medbay and we'll get you checked out. Then you can talk to me about how you're supposed to be dead." He chuckled, calming her a bit before she nodded and shakily climbed to her feet. Her gaze darted about nervously but McCoy gently gripped her arm and tugged her along beside him as they exited the transport room and started walking down the corridor, heading for the lift.

Rory tried to ignore the looks being sent her way, cringing into herself a bit. McCoy took notice and calmly smiled at her.

"None of us were expecting a guest." He supplied. She glanced at him and nodded.

"Well, ter be fair Oi didn't plan on comin' aboard."

Rory allowed herself a smile as the Doc laughed at her dry humor. The two continued to walk.