You looked about, dazed and confused. You were also feeling a bit dizzy.
You felt a buzzing in your feet and it took you a moment to realize that it was the engines. You were in a ship; more importantly, you knew which ship you were standing awkwardly in: The glorious and beautiful Enterprise, commanded by some of Starfleet's finest.
Captain James Tiberius Kirk was staring straight at you from his seat on the bridge, along with the inquisitive gaze of Mr. Spock.
But who was the young man who had been the first to greet you?
Captain Kirk's lips began to move and your attention immediately focused on him.
"…kov, do you know her?" you read. What was that first word? You'd missed it.
He looked at the young man and so did you.
"Eeeeh…no, Keptin." He replied thoughtfully, looking you up and down bashfully.
You wondered what his accent was; it was harder to read his lips.
"…are you?" you read Kirk, missing a bit before you looked up at him.
Shakily, you began to sign words with your fingers. Kirk stared at you, confused.
You looked around to see if anyone could understand. Finally your eyes rested on Mr. Spock.
"Ensign Chekov, please call Uhura to the bridge." Spock worded, studying you as he walked towards you.
When the Vulcan was standing in front of you, you felt your heart beat faster in anxiousness.
He seemed to notice that you were staring intently at his lips.
"Can you understand what I am saying?" he worded carefully, tilting his head a bit to inform you that his sentence was a question. You nodded, feeling tears come to your eyes; you refused to let them fall.
"Fascinating." You caught him mumbling to himself.
"Can you hear me?" he mouthed, putting careful emphasis on the word "hear."
You shook your head. You felt vibrations, different than those of the ship's engines, and looked up to see a dark skinned woman walking towards you, wearing a short red dress and boots; her hair was tied back in a ponytail.
Spock got your attention again and began to speak.
"This is Lieutenant Uhura," he gestured towards the woman.
"Can you understand Sign Language?" he asked Uhura.
"Yes." The woman said with a nod.
Spock turned to look at Captain Kirk; you watched the Vulcan's throat and mouth and saw that saying something but you couldn't read him from that angle.
Since you hadn't talked efficiently for ten years, you thought less in words than you did in pictures, yet because you had never experienced anything like this before, your mind was overwhelmed and you didn't quite know how to handle the situation. With a long sweep of your gaze, you found that the crew was no longer paying attention to you, except for the young man with the golden-brown curls who only pretended to be working.
You felt someone's hand on your shoulder and you jumped, surprised as you were pulled from your thoughts. Captain Kirk was standing before you.
"Who are you?" he asked, the movement of his mouth pulling your gaze from his eyes.
"(Y/N)." you signed, watching Uhura translate for you to the Captain.
"How'd you get on the ship?" he asked, looking baffled and slightly amused; was he…flirting with you?
You didn't have an answer for him. After a long thoughtful moment, you simply relayed what you remembered, hoping that he'd believe you.
"Well, we can't put her back…we're too far from Earth…" Kirk said thoughtfully.
"Chekov, take…" that was all you could read as he turned away from you and looked at the young man in the yellow shirt with the golden-brown curls.
'Oh, his name is Chekov…' you thought, fitting the image of his name to his adorable face so that you would not forget.
Chekov stood, mouthing "yes, Keptin" and walked up to you, looking happy and excited. He gestured for you to follow him. You did, looking around wildly to take everything in. He led you through a couple hallways, some that opened to a huge shaft full of people and bridges and walkways, his mouth moving, but because of the angle you couldn't quite understand him; you were too bashful to lean forward and get a better look at his mouth to read his lips. He stood a few inches above you; you felt comfortable around him, for some reason.
You marveled at the size of the ship and its crew; every bright light, the warm air, the buzzing of the engines below your feet gave you chills of excitement. The two of you stopped in front of a door where many blue shirted people were walking in and out and Chekov looked at you, a bit of disappointment in his face. You wondered what was wrong.
"Why deeden't yoo answer me? Deed I talk too much?" he spoke as you read him. You shook your head, flustered.
"D-Def." you said out loud, feeling the vibrations of your voice in your throat and chest; you hoped you were saying it right.
Chekov's face went completely red in a blush.
"O-Oh! I deed not know!" he said, obviously embarrassed. You gave him a smile and the universal "okay" sign. You motioned that you could read lips.
"Oh." He replied with the most adorable smile you had ever seen.
"Theez eez ze medeecal bay. Doctor Bonez weel need to check yoo." He pointed at the door you stood before. You nodded and smiled in thanks, suddenly aware of another presence behind you. You turned to see a man in a blue shirt with a furrowed brow, staring down at you and giving Chekov an almost friendly glare.
"I am needed at ze bridge." Chekov informed you. He looked down and blushed again before he said "yoo're cute' and scurried off back to the bridge. You blushed and turned to look at the man who now looked amused.
"You must be (Y/N). I'm Doctor McCoy." He said, noticing the way you stared at his mouth as well.
"Call me Bones." He smiled kindly.