When Dimensions Colide

EPISODE 01: THE INITIAL BROADCAST

Q's delicate fingers twirled the ends of her hair, the smooth texture allowed for the strands to glide effortlessly around her fingers. She did her best to visualize the colour and shape. It was infuriating to have simple information like that at the tip of her brain and yet too far for her to reach. The frustration rippled through Q's body, she could feel the corners of her mouth being forced down in anguish and despite her best efforts tears streamed down her face. The overwhelming weight of the situation she had been thrown into and her recent blindness overwhelmed her. Q would never show this weakness to the guys, it would only give them more of a reason to pity her. Even without her eyes she could hear the in there voice whenever she bumped into a corner of a table or turned the wrong way. Simple daily tasks she could do only months before she had to relearn with new methods. No, they would never see her cry, her pride didn't allow for her to be seen like that, or to accept help of any kind with the tasks she normally could have done alone. 

No, now was not the time to cry, her task at hand was the most straining thing she would have to do in her time here on the edge of the Hallway. Holding her head high, Q wiped away the tears as dignified as she could, taking deep long wavering breaths to calm herself trying to take back control of her facial muscles that continued to twitch downward into temporary frowns before Q could force herself to smile once more. 

Q's head swivelled to face the direction of the sound from the conference rooms camera's and monitors booting up. She moved from the hallway into the room with unsure and cautious steps, the slow inclined ramp was smooth and she was thankful for it. Fuck stairs. Ramps all day everyday. Who ever came up with stairs needs to be shot in the face. 

"Good morning Q." Two's voice sounded exhausted, but as kind as ever, it reminded Q of her grandfather's low and gruff voice instilling a sense of calm to Q's nerves. He was Q's favourite of the three. Besides his British accent was kinda sweet.

"Good Morning, Two." A soft smile pulled at the corner of her lips, "Another late night gaming was it?" 

"Yeah. It was just absolutely brutal. I had either mad try-hards or useless tits who could have been chomping on their mouse for all the good they did." 

The cackle erupted from Q as her smile widened, "Yeah? So what category did you fall under."

"Pft. Not important…cheeky” Q could hear the smile in Two's voice over the clicking of his keyboard, "Are you ready?" The apprehension was thick in his voice.

Q reached out searching for the leather of the desk chair that she knew was in front of her. Each conference room was laid out the exact same way; five feet from the door to the desk, The desk had a chair with arm rests that Q had to remember was there as to not attempt to throw herself into the safe haven of the chair just to receive a bruise along her back from the metal posts of the arm rest. The desk was only two feet wide. Then seven feet from the edge of the desk to the wall that held up a 80" screen that was four feet from the ground. Somewhere in between the wall and the desk hung a remote control camera that was on a 180 degree swivel that acted like an expensive FaceTime camera. Of course Q never saw any of this, each conference room was spec'd the exact same way after her eyesight was taken away to make talking to the Three Stooges easier regardless of which room was available. She always envisioned the room bright white, almost glowing and the camera moving around the room like in Wall-E. Pulling the chair out and taking a seat and pulling herself closer to the desk. "Oh.Yeah. I'm so ready to go on live international tv. Illegally, by the way, cause pirating broadcasts is not on everyones shitlist. Then, explain to earth's entire population that their world as they know it is fucked and a group of fucking misfits who barely like each other are their only chance of getting out of this shitshow in one piece. Oh yeah I'm fuckin' ready, bring it on." Feeling guilty the moment the words left her lips, Q knew she was laying it on thick, all of this wasn’t entirely Two’s fault. Just a terminal case of ‘wrong place, wrong time’.