HP Fic “Lost”
I came across a gift story I sort of remembered writing, but couldn’t remember posting anywhere or even why I wrote it. It would have fitted nicely as a dream Lessons in Metempsychosis and Saṅsāra
Turns out it was Time Keeps On Slipping, which was originally posted at
hpcon_envy and a couple of people asked me to write more.
At the time, had too much on my plate. However, I think I might one day incorporate it into Metemps, somehow. But in the meantime, it seems I’ve never posted it here.
Until now.
Title: Time Keeps On Slipping
Author:
teaoli
Recipient:aleysiasnape
Fandom: Harry Potter and Star Trek TOS crossover
Rating: K/G
Word Count: 550 ±5
Prompt: Hermione/Spock, time travel gone awry.
Fingers cold and shaking, sight impaired by the coming darkness and the tears in her eyes, she knew she probably wasn’t in any condition to be using such a delicate device. But how could she wait? Time was of the essence.
As if responding to her doubt, one of her fingers chose that moment to slip, sending the hourglass spinning furiously in the direction opposite to the one she’d meant it to go.
Her last thought before the world as she it knew was replaced by one far beyond her admittedly infertile imagination was apt, although perhaps a bit late in coming: Don’t be stupid. I have all the time in the world, don’t I?
~o~
“I am unable to save your universe.” Lights pulsed around the asymmetrical ring of indeterminate mineral as it said, “What needed to happen has happened. I would not undo it even if it were within my power, which it is not.”
“If you do not have the power, send me to when and where the change has occurred so that I can make my own attempt.”
“That is neither necessary nor advisable. What needed to happen has happened.”
“What was the need?”
“The girl needed to be gone from her place in time.”
“And for that my universe needs to be destroyed?”
“The girl needed to be gone; the destruction of your universe shall be one of many consequences.”
“If my universe is meant to be destroyed, then why did you call me here? Send me to the time and place where the girl arrived.”
“It shall be as you wish.” The Guardian of Forever went dark, and a smoke-like mist poured from its aperture.
He stepped through the portal and into another world.
~o~
She was sitting in the ruins of what had once been Hogsmeade, a broken Time-Turner clutched in her fist, when the figure stepped out of nowhere.
He was tall and lithe, his hair was a dark and shining cap… and the tips of his ears were as pointed. He was handsome and had a bearing as regal as any Hollywood elf’s.
“I am Spock,” he said.
Of the thousand thoughts suddenly swimming through her mind, the only one that reached her tongue was, “You don’t look anything like Leonard Nimoy.”
She thought her heart might beat right out of her chest as he stared at her and then slipped a strange instrument from the satchel strapped across his chest.
“I’m Hermione,” she offered as he adjusted dials and flipped switches. “Hermione Granger.”
Without glancing up he said, “You look nothing like Emma Watson.”
The nonsensical statement did little to instil any confidence that he wasn’t a madman, but he had stepped out of nowhere. His ears were pointed, his eyebrows oddly slanted. And he had a tri-corder.
Besides, he was the only person she’d seen since the accident.
Hermione almost wondered if he could sense her confusion and mixed emotions – What does a supposed half-Vulcan know of emotions, anyway? – because he chose that moment to look at her again.
“Come, Miss Granger,” he said. “We must leave this place. I will explain some. Perhaps the Guardian, if it chooses, will explain everything.”
“Come where?”
“First, to the Guardian of Forever,” he told her, “and from there, we go to the Starship Enterprise.”
Turns out it was Time Keeps On Slipping, which was originally posted at
hpcon_envy and a couple of people asked me to write more. At the time, had too much on my plate. However, I think I might one day incorporate it into Metemps, somehow. But in the meantime, it seems I’ve never posted it here.
Until now.
Title: Time Keeps On Slipping
Author:
teaoliRecipient:
aleysiasnapeFandom: Harry Potter and Star Trek TOS crossover
Rating: K/G
Word Count: 550 ±5
Prompt: Hermione/Spock, time travel gone awry.
Fingers cold and shaking, sight impaired by the coming darkness and the tears in her eyes, she knew she probably wasn’t in any condition to be using such a delicate device. But how could she wait? Time was of the essence.
As if responding to her doubt, one of her fingers chose that moment to slip, sending the hourglass spinning furiously in the direction opposite to the one she’d meant it to go.
Her last thought before the world as she it knew was replaced by one far beyond her admittedly infertile imagination was apt, although perhaps a bit late in coming: Don’t be stupid. I have all the time in the world, don’t I?
“I am unable to save your universe.” Lights pulsed around the asymmetrical ring of indeterminate mineral as it said, “What needed to happen has happened. I would not undo it even if it were within my power, which it is not.”
“If you do not have the power, send me to when and where the change has occurred so that I can make my own attempt.”
“That is neither necessary nor advisable. What needed to happen has happened.”
“What was the need?”
“The girl needed to be gone from her place in time.”
“And for that my universe needs to be destroyed?”
“The girl needed to be gone; the destruction of your universe shall be one of many consequences.”
“If my universe is meant to be destroyed, then why did you call me here? Send me to the time and place where the girl arrived.”
“It shall be as you wish.” The Guardian of Forever went dark, and a smoke-like mist poured from its aperture.
He stepped through the portal and into another world.
She was sitting in the ruins of what had once been Hogsmeade, a broken Time-Turner clutched in her fist, when the figure stepped out of nowhere.
He was tall and lithe, his hair was a dark and shining cap… and the tips of his ears were as pointed. He was handsome and had a bearing as regal as any Hollywood elf’s.
“I am Spock,” he said.
Of the thousand thoughts suddenly swimming through her mind, the only one that reached her tongue was, “You don’t look anything like Leonard Nimoy.”
She thought her heart might beat right out of her chest as he stared at her and then slipped a strange instrument from the satchel strapped across his chest.
“I’m Hermione,” she offered as he adjusted dials and flipped switches. “Hermione Granger.”
Without glancing up he said, “You look nothing like Emma Watson.”
The nonsensical statement did little to instil any confidence that he wasn’t a madman, but he had stepped out of nowhere. His ears were pointed, his eyebrows oddly slanted. And he had a tri-corder.
Besides, he was the only person she’d seen since the accident.
Hermione almost wondered if he could sense her confusion and mixed emotions – What does a supposed half-Vulcan know of emotions, anyway? – because he chose that moment to look at her again.
“Come, Miss Granger,” he said. “We must leave this place. I will explain some. Perhaps the Guardian, if it chooses, will explain everything.”
“Come where?”
“First, to the Guardian of Forever,” he told her, “and from there, we go to the Starship Enterprise.”