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Pairing: Hemmer x fem!Reader Fandom: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds Words: 1.3K Summary: The usually composed Hemmer is not quite so composed when it comes to putting the finishing touches to their home A/N: Just something short and fluffy. Not my best work, but I love Hemmer so much and there is not enough fics for him

Hemmer boasted of being a composed and very poised person. Grumpy, yes. Sarcastic and sometimes cynical too, but never nervous or upset. Always calm and collected. At least that's what he tried to tell himself as he paced up and down, looking rather nervous, ticking off a list of things to do on his PADD.

He knew she would tell him that was ridiculous. He knew that himself. However, he couldn't avoid doing it anyway, because Hemmer couldn't afford any mistakes this time. It had to be perfect. For them. For her. Hemmer looked around again to make sure everything was in the right place. At the moment he was in a small flat near Vancouver, in the middle of the living room.

It was an open, bright room, painted in warm beige with light ice-blue accents and carpeted in a fluffy white rug Hemmer had purchased from his birthplace. She had protested that it was too complicated, but he hadn't cared. It was worth it to him.

On the side wall, a fireplace crackled quietly, casting a warm light on the dark velvet sofa and armchairs arranged around a small coffee table, and the opposite wall covered by a huge bookcase. Hemmer's gaze slid over the room again, over the magnificent view from the window, , at least she had said it was one, and for the hundredth time he adjusted the cushions so that they lay at a perfect angle on the sofa. This was important. After all, it wasn't just any flat, it was theirs. Not his, in which he lived alone and simmered away, no.

For the first time in his life, Hemmer would be sharing a home with someone who was not his family, nor assigned to him by Starfleet. For the first time in his life, he had made it so far in a romantic relationship that it had become so serious that they would live together. In a flat. As a couple. And Hemmer just couldn't screw that up, the whole thing was too important to him for that.

He could practically hear his sisters sniggering already that their big brother had turned into a cheesy, lovesick softie, however Hemmer wouldn't have cared because he stood by it. He loved her and she deserved to have the best he could offer her. Whether she knew it, he did not know, however it was custom and an act of affection among the Aenar that one could provide a comfortable life for one's partner, that one could ensure that the other was warm and satiated. And even if she did not know this custom, Hemmer knew that it would fill him with the greatest satisfaction should it please her.

Hemmer knew that she did not know the custom because he had asked her about it once, indirectly, and she had denied it. He had been all the more surprised and admittedly delighted when they had found a flat together and, after ordering and buying the furniture and colours, she had asked him if he could furnish the whole thing. It had been noticeably awkward for her, however, Starfleet had ordered her back to San Francisco to deal with an emergency there.

Hemmer, inwardly brimming with pride, had assured her not to worry or feel bad, and when he had seen her off on the shuttle pad, it had seemed like a good idea to promise that the flat would be ready as soon as she returned.

While he still thought it was a good idea, he couldn't help but feel nervous. What if she didn't like it after all and he had done everything wrong? What if she decided she didn't want to live with him anymore and went back to San Francisco? What if he ruined everything?

Hemmer tried to calm himself down. His thought processes were illogical and not rational. They had chosen the furniture and colours and decorations together and she had been happy with everything. She had told him roughly how she imagined the furniture should stand and since he had mostly agreed, there were few changes Hemmer had made.

And even if she didn't agree with the whole thing one hundred percent, the way he had put it, they could still change it. Still, there was this small, gnawing part of him that harboured doubts and just hoped and wished that she would be instantly enthusiastic about it.

Just as Hemmer was about to go through the checklist one last time, the doorbell rang, informing him of his girlfriend's return. He quickly dropped the PADD on the sofa and hurried to the front door to open it. Although she had been given the code, she could be quite forgetful and Hemmer would not be surprised if she did not lock herself out more than once in the coming weeks. The door hadn't even slid completely aside when he felt her warm, welcome presence seconds before she threw herself around his neck to press her lips to his. Somewhat surprised, Hemmer wrapped his arms around her waist and for a moment he simply enjoyed the peace and quiet her presence brought him, even if her mind seemed louder than ever. When she broke away from him, however, she didn't let go, just pressed her forehead against his lovingly. "I've missed you." "Oh really?" Amusement resonated in Hemer's voice. " I haven't noticed." "Idiot." He could feel her grin before she pressed a kiss to his cheek and dragged her suitcase behind her, past him, into the flat.

Once again, nervousness began to spread through Hemmer and he took a deep breath before following her in. He needn't have worried, though. As soon as she entered the living room, he heard a gasp followed by a series of unidentifiable sounds. "Hemmer, this... this is..." She turned and Hemmer felt her step a little closer to him. "This is absolutely wonderful!" Again she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her face into the crook of his neck.

"Do you like it?" "Do I like it? I love it! It's perfect!" Relief washed over him, followed by pride, which he tried not to show, at least outwardly through his antennae. He had made it. His mate was pleased and seemed comfortable, which, according to Aenar custom, was the acceptance of the gift.

For the next ten minutes Hemmer followed his enthusiastic girlfriend around their small flat and with each compliment his chest swelled a little more with pride. She was content and happy and that was all he desired.

Back in the living room, to his surprise, she pulled him down again and kissed him. This time the kiss was longer and more passionate, expressing all the emotions she had to say and which Hemmer was only too happy to return. "I love you, thank you." She broke away from him and seemed about to say something when she was distracted by something Hemmer couldn't immediately identify, only to realise with horror that it was his PADD with the list.

"No, wait-" he began, though it was already too late for that. He looked down at the floor as she read and wanted to sink into the ground when she raised her voice. "You made a list?" Hemmer could not make out any emotion in her voice and nodded slightly. "I wanted to make sure it was perfect so you'd be comfortable. A bit silly, probably, eh?" Nothing happened at first, when suddenly she lunged at him and squeezed him tightly, forcing the air out of his lungs. "Silly, old, sweet, lovable Aenar. You didn't have to worry about anything like that. Either way, it would have been perfect." "But why?" He felt her look up.

"Because you did it. For us. Because this is where we're going to live together. Because this is the place that belongs to the person I love the most, and to me. Because it's ours and that alone makes it perfect."

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This was just absolutely adorable and sweet. I love Hemmer so much and am very grateful that you wrote this wonderful piece ❤️

The Wizard And The Maid

Literally nobody asked for this, but my heart requires it. There’s hardly any Hemmer fanfiction, which imho is a heinous oversight that I’m here to correct. I couldn’t stop imagining this after S1E8 “The Elysian Kingdom,” so here we are.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Hemmer (ST:SNW) x Reader

[A/N: Hemmer my sweet Aenar bb 💙]

Warnings: None, this is just fluff.

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“I know him…but from where?”

The question from someone else’s mind came out of nowhere as Hemmer was thrown into the…well, he hesitated to call it the ‘dungeon,’ despite what the deluded crew members had insisted it should be called. It was just the transporter pad with metal bars around it.

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Fandom: Star Trek : Strange New Worlds Pairing: Hemmer x Counselor! fem! Reader Words: 3.9K Warnings: A bit of swearing Summary: They had an agreement that everytime Chris sent a very attractive person to the counselor office, he would warn her beforehand. Apparently they have a different understanding of attractive A/N: Don't take this too seriously. Also, I just watched the first three episodes of season 1 so if anything is not fitting with canon, forget it

@bigblissandlove1 I don't know if you have seen Strage New Worlds yet, so I just did it

Chris didn't know why or how he had done it this time, but he had fucked up, which he was more than aware of as he walked down the corridor.

To be honest, he wasn't really used to being ordered to a person, as this was mostly his job. Of course, M'Benga had called him to sickbay several times and a few times he had been called to the engine room, but he had usually known what the problem was.

Now, however, on his way to the counsellor's office, he had no idea what he had done. All he knew was that she had sounded anything but happy with him, which was reason enough to run in the opposite direction and hope that she would not find him.

He stopped in front of her door and took another deep breath before pressing the button and waiting. Moments later, the doors slid aside and Chris hesitantly entered.

She was already waiting for him. Instead of a blue uniform top, she wore a blue uniform jacket over a black top and leaned against her desk with her arms folded and a falsely sweet smile that was enough to send a shiver down his spine.

"You wanted to see me?"

For a long time she remained silent and simply looked at him, which slowly caused him to turn under her gaze.

Sedately, she sat down on the edge of her table and crossed her legs. "Can I ask you something, Christopher?"

Oh he had screwed up so badly. A bead of fear sweat ran down the back of his neck.

'Christopher' was reluctantly used by her, only when she had to lecture him.

Actually he didn't really want to answer her, however he knew he couldn't escape his end.

"Yes?"

She jutted her chin. "You remember that agreement we made years ago in that dodgy bar."

Slowly the nervousness faded and gave way to confusion. Of course he remembered that agreement, after all she had even insisted on writing it down and having them both sign it "Yes."

"Do me a favour and tell me again what it was about."

Chris blushed slightly. He wasn't embarrassed, but they were working and it really didn't belong there.

"Is this really necessary?"

"Christopher."

"Okay." He raised his hands defensively.

"We decided that in case I had a ... slightly late night and showed up late for duty, you would cover for me."

He wasn't particularly proud of having made this agreement and felt bad that they were thus indirectly exploiting her medical authority, however it had been useful to him too many times for the shame to be too great.

"Right." She propped her chin on her hand as her eyes bored into his. "And what was the other part of that deal?"

Chris sighed. "That in case I ever sent a, and I quote, 'to-die-for Adonis-like person' to you, I'd give you advance notice."

"Very well." She regarded him eagle-eyed and stood up slowly, causing him to take a step back. "And tell me, Christopher, have I ever left you hanging? Have I ever failed to keep my end of this bargain?"

Slowly he shook his head. Nervousness had now completely given way to confusion. "Not as far as I know."

Her forced smile disappeared and turned into an angry grimace. "And what, then, gives you the fucking right to not hold up your end?!"

"Woah!" He threw his hands up defensively again. "I don't know what you're talking about! I've always given a warning."

"Except today!"

"Today?"

"Yes, today! The day I wore that crumpled uniform from the back corner of my closet and my hair just looks unwashed and messy."

Chris took a step back. "I think there's been a misunderstanding. I definitely didn't send an Aphrodite or an Adonis to you."

"Of course you did!" Her face darkened with the blood rushing to her face in excitement.

"The only person I sent because he was new was Lieutenant Hemmer. Otherwise I ... oh." He saw her avoid his gaze and a smirk climbed his lips.

"Oh."

"Shut up."

She turned, though it was now up to Chris not to give in.

"Really now? Hemmer? You're not joking, are you?"

"Do I look like I'm joking," she hissed back, causing his grin to grow even wider. He settled down on the couch. "Oh heavens, you're serious." He laughed out. "Who'd have thought our new chief engineer had it in him like that."

Chris bit his tongue to suppress the grin. "I'm afraid you and I have a different picture of Adonis after all, don't we? No offence to the Lieutenant

With a frustrated groan, she dropped down beside him. "I hate you." He put an arm around her shoulder. "No you don't. But really now, all kidding aside, was it that bad? I didn't think Hemmer could do it to you that bad."

There was a reason they had made this agreement. She was, always had been actually, incredibly nervous around people she found attractive.

The more she found herself attracted to them, the worse, which was why Chris had let her know every time there was a possible candidate who might catch her attention, so that her professionalism wouldn't be questioned.

So far, though, it had only really been necessary once, and Chris really hadn't thought Hemmer was her type. Her partners, male, female and everything in between, had so far been ... different.

At least he couldn't remember a single grumpy, sarcastic and slightly cynical partner.

"It hadn't been this bad in a long time." She buried her face in her hands in shame, all anger forgotten. "I'm so incredibly embarrassed, I could die."

Chris patted her back in an attempt to reassure her. "I don't think it was that bad."

"Oh yes it was. It was."

It beeped, signifying that her last "patient" for the day had arrived.

"Come in." She heard the doors open and a person step into her office while she was in the next room trying to move a box to one of the shelves. Her patient before only managed to concentrate when she was playing board games with him, so she was now trying to put them away.

"Doctor?" She smiled when she heard his voice. It was pleasant and very welcome after an hour and a half with the Ensign whose nasal, high-pitched voice had given her a headache.

"Lieutenant Hemmer, isn't it? Side room, I'll be there in a sec." She sounded strained as she pushed the box further up. Footsteps sounded behind her and she could feel the man's presence behind her.

"That is correct. Do you need any assistance?"

She groaned softly, planning to rearrange her storage space on her day off. "That would be nice."

Hemmer stepped behind her so she could feel his warmth radiating through his uniform, and reached over her with his arm, helping her slide the box into the compartment before stepping back to let her have her space.

"Thanks. I really need to reorganise, this is getting really ridiculous..." She broke off as she turned around.

Oh God help her.

She had gathered from the brief information on his file that he was their chief engineer and belonged to the Aenar species and although she hadn't seen many, she was pretty sure it couldn't get any more attractive.

He was slightly taller than her, not by much, and slightly more athletically built than normal, though not nearly as much as Chris. His white hair fell fluffily into his face, causing an urge in her to run her hands through it as his antennae swayed serenely back and forth.

His eyes were milky white, which was impossibly beautiful at that moment, he had a rather dominant jaw and she was sure she could cut herself on his cheekbones if she slid her finger across.

She had a problem. A big, attractive, white problem.

A slight chuckle, much more a breathy laugh, from Hemmer brought her out of her thoughts and she felt her face grow warm.

"I'd recommend it. That, or you stop loading the boxes so much that you can't lift them over your head."

She nodded slightly and held out her hand to him. "I believe you already know my name, Lieutenant. It's a pleasure to meet you."

For a few moments he regarded her outstretched hand and a slight panic spread through her.

Damn it, Aenar didn't shake hands. She had made a complete ass of herself and exposed herself right in front of him. She absolute idiot. She was good for nothing. Nothing!

Hesitantly, she began to withdraw her hand again when Hemmer reached for it. His hand was surprisingly warm and a little rough to the touch, though not uncomfortable under any circumstances and she had to pull herself together not to blush completely.

"Likewise." Was it just her, or had his vocal pitch just gone down a notch? Oh, she was fucked.

Smiling slightly, she looked up at him and although his expression was friendly-neutral, she thought she saw a spark of mischief flit across his face.

She swallowed and gestured to the room behind them. "Shall we sit down? I think this is a bit more comfortable."

Hemmer hummed in agreement, turned and returned to her office. She took a deep breath in and out and closed her eyes for a moment.

She was so going to kill Chris for not giving her a warning.

"Would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee? Um... water?"

Hemmer, meanwhile, had made himself comfortable on the sofa, crossed his legs and seemed to be looking at her with a mixture of curiosity, amusement and surprise. Or she was imagining it, since he was blind and she was nervous.

"Coffee. Black, please." She nodded, grateful to have something to do, and scurried to the corner of her office where, at her request, a small kitchenette had been installed. "Caffeine this late in the evening?"

"Night shift," he returned and she winced inwardly as the water ran through the coffee filter. "I hope you hadn't gotten up too early for me." She glanced over her shoulder. "Otherwise, you could have asked for another appointment. I'm here to be a conversational partner, not to deprive you of sleep."

Hemmer leaned back a little. "It's not a problem. Otherwise you would have had to get up in the middle of the night. We don't want that either."

She had to turn around to keep from blushing again. This was getting really ridiculous.

"With all due respect, Lieutenant," she said, pouring water into her cup, strictly focused on not burning herself, because that would be just what she needed. "In an emergency, I think a sleep deprived chief engineer is a little more dangerous than a sleep deprived therapist."

The coffee and her tea were ready, so she did her best to set both cups down safely at the small table, but Hemmer seemed to be doing his best to upset her. "You sell yourself too low. I've heard you're a brilliant woman and and I'd really hate to put bags under those eyes."

As soon as his compliment reached her brain, even if it was more quote than compliment, it seemed to short circuit as her right hand, still holding her tea, gave a little jerk and the contents spilled over the edge and landed on the table, as well as her hand.

"Holy shit," she cursed and waved her hand around, her face contorted into a pained grimace.

Hemmer sat up straighter, his antennae straight up in attention. "Doctor, do you need-"

"It's all right," she pressed out between her teeth, trying to smile.

'Stupid handsome Hemmer, why do you have to be so impossibly cute so I make a complete ass of myself.'

"It's alright. Happens all the time." She reached under the table and whipped out a cloth, it really had happened to her before and she was prepared to wipe up the liquid. In mid-motion, however, Hemmer grabbed the cloth. "Let me do that. You need to cool your hand under cold water."

Unfortunately, his hand had grazed hers and, startled by the contact, she had not been prepared for skin-to-skin contact with the handsome man, she took a step back, tripped over the table and fell to the floor with a loud grunt.

"Ohhh," she moaned and held her head, forgetting that her hand had been burned and hissing at the contact between burn blisters and hair.

Instantly Hemmer was at her side, looking at her with concern. At least she thought he did.

"Doctor are you all right?" Fuck, why did his voice have to be so soft if he was concerned?

"I'm fine," she returned again, hoping to at least somewhat still save face, though she knew that was a lie.

Her ankle throbbed, her hand ached and she was pretty sure the room wasn't supposed to be spinning.

"Doctor!"

Her gaze zoomed back to his face, which was so close she could have counted his eyelashes. Now that her view of his eyes was better, she corrected herself from before.

They weren't milky white, no. Much more they reminded her of molten silver, shiny and smooth, soft and hard at the same time.

Like the reflection of a full moon in still waters, mysterious, close and yet at the same time so impossibly distant from her.

She was also pretty sure she might have had a mild concussion.

Above her, she heard Hemer sigh before he took her by the arm and helped her up.

As soon as her left foot touched the ground, however, she gasped and clawed at Hemmer, who, to his credit, took it without pulling a face.

"I think I sprained my ankle."

"Okay." Hemmer tried to sound calm, which made her feel bad. After all, the poor man just wanted to do his job and in order to do that, he had to just hold a brief conversation with a Counselor to begin with.

"I think it's best if we take you to the infirmary first so M'Benga can look at your foot."

She nodded, through clenched teeth. Hemmer carefully put her arm around his shoulder and wrapped his arm around her waist to steady her, making the short walk to the infirmary that seemed so impossibly long to her at that moment.

Silence reigned between them, for which she was very grateful, because the only thing she could focus on was his body pressed tightly against hers, his hair brushing her cheek, his hand holding hers and his arm wrapped around her waist as his other hand dug gently but firmly into her flesh.

To be honest, she was glad she was still breathing when M'Benga and Chapel took her from him, although she instantly felt the loss of Hemmer's body heat.

M'Benga and Chapel moved her to one of the beds and immediately Hemmer appeared behind them to watch them.

Secretly, she found it very touching that he stayed by her side while she was being treated instead of returning to work, though his presence distracted her from answering Chapel's questions.

The latter, however, only acknowledged her embarrassment with a knowing grin and a wiggle of her eyebrows, which made the blood rush to her face again.

"Sprained ankle, second degree burns and a mild concussion," she grinned at her and shook her head. "That's news even to you." Chapel patted her on the shoulder. "Take it a little easier, will you? If the pain gets too bad, come back for more, okay?"

She nodded and Chapel disappeared, leaving her and Hemmer alone.

"I'm sorry," she murmured softly. "This is probably not how you imagined your evening ... or morning, as the case may be."

"A trip to sickbay wasn't on my list, no. However, a little excitement can't hurt."

She smiled weakly at his attempt to cheer her up.

Sweet, dear Hemmer. Too good for this world.

He cleared his throat slightly and glanced to the side as his antennae rippled slightly.

"I'm afraid my shift is about to start and we won't be able to have our conversation today." She nodded in understanding and smiled slightly at him.

"It's understandable. How about this: You didn't really strike me as being unfit for duty, which is why I don't need to have any urgent conversations with you. You work your shift and I'll try to schedule a second appointment as soon as possible, yeah? That probably makes a little more sense, as you've had time to settle in and get to know the rhythm of the ship. If there are any urgent questions: I am always available."

Hemmer raised one of his eye ridges. "Even at night?"

She grinned slightly, relieved to find that she was slowly getting over the fact that she felt very attached to Hemmer. Which professionally was an absolute disaster, however she didn't think about that now.

"If I have to, I'll sit in my office in my pyjamas, completely drowsy, to ease your worries."

"I hope it won't come to that." Hemmer bowed his head slightly. "I wish you a good rest."

"Thank you. You have a pleasant shift." He nodded and left, giving her a glimpse of his back.

Had he had such broad shoulders before or was the uniform just a little small?

Strangely, Hemmer stumbled at that very moment and almost fell down as he left the infirmary.

"You really sprained your ankle and got a concussion yesterday because you found someone attractive? Oh man, I think I'm going to have to look closer when I send someone your way soon."

Groaning, she buried her face in his chest. "Keep it down Chris and rather tell me how I'm ever going to face him again."

"Well you'll have to eventually, after all you still have your talk to do."

Frustrated, she threw a pillow in his face. "No help, Chris!"

He laughed and raised his hands. "You should have just come to the dinners. Hemmer was always there and you didn't even have to talk to him then."

Scowling, she stared at him. "First of all, still no help. Secondly, it's not my fault you always put your dinners when I have appointments."

Chris patted her back. "I don't think it's that bad. I haven't known him long, but I don't think Hemmer would hold it against you. At most he finds it amusing, nothing more. Just talk to him, apologise again. Maybe invite him to dinner."

"Chris!" This time her exclamation was accompanied with laughter as she broke away from him.

"What, you seem to like him more than most. At least you haven't twisted your ankle over any of them."

She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "That would be far too unprofessional. I'm practically the ship's therapist. I'm not allowed to do things like that."

"As long as it stays professional, if it has to."

Chris shrugged before sighing. "Look, I can't tell you what to do because I don't know. However, I do know, for one thing, that Hemmer doesn't think any worse of you for this, and for another, that it's late and you desperately need something to eat. So shoo-' He pulled her up and hustled her towards the door. "Off to the canteen with you."

Sighing, she gave in. "Anything else I should probably know so I don't embarrass myself further in front of him?" Chris thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"No, not that I know of."

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She poked listlessly at her food, resting her head on the back of her hand, when suddenly someone stepped up beside her. "May I join you for a moment?"

Instantly she was awake and shot up at the sound of Hemmer's voice. The latter was standing beside her table, a PADD in his hand, looking at her expectantly:

"Of course, Lieutenant." She pointed to the seat opposite her. "Please, sit down."

He nodded and complied with her request. "Hemmer only, please. We are not on duty." "Likewise."

Hemmer nodded in acknowledgement.

"How are you?"

She felt her face grow warm again and glanced quickly at her plate.

"Better, I don't feel any pain anymore. Thanks, again, for accompanying me yesterday and I guess a 'sorry' would be in order again too."

"It was no problem," Hemmer brushed it off. She looked up and saw that he was looking at her intently. "I'm here for the appointment. My duty roster would allow me to be available from 1800 hours tomorrow."

Disappointment spread through her, which she immediately suppressed.

Of course he's here for the appointment, she scolded herself immediately afterwards. After all, only you are stupid enough to find a person you barely know so fine.

"Of course." Quickly she pulled out her own PADD and studied her appointment book. "That should be fine. How about 1930 hours?" Hemmer considered for a moment before nodding.

For a moment there was silence between the two of them and for a split crazy second, she truly toyed with the idea of humouring Chris and inviting him to dinner, though she immediately suppressed it.

Stay professional, after all, Hemmer shouldn't feel uncomfortable.

He cleared his throat and stood up, which again caused her a little bit of disappointment. "Well then, thank you. Enjoy your meal."

She thanked him and Hemmer turned around, but remained on the spot.

When he still hadn't moved after a few moments, she asked, a little worried.

"Hemmer, are you all right?" He kept his back to her.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

He turned back to her, however his expression did not hint at what he was thinking.

"How familiar are you with Aenar biology?"

She blushed, though this time it was not due to the fact that he was outrageously handsome.

"I'm ashamed to admit it, however, I was never very good at biology."

"Then I assume you are not aware of the fact that Aenar posses telepathic abilities."

All at once everything froze inside her, her movement, her thoughts, everything. "Oh, really?"

Her voice was low and thin and Hemmer just nodded, amusement clear on his features.

"Indeed. You know, normally I can ignore the thought processes of others, however that becomes a little difficult when they are about your own person. So it's fair to say that you weren't the only one who was a little ... distracted last evening."

She wasn't even able to panic.

"Oh."

"Mhhh." He nodded and leaned towards her a little, a small smile on his face and god did he have a pretty smile. Which automatically widened as he caught her train of thought. "It is not my intention, but you humans are very... loud in that way."

She slowly closed her eyes in shame and braced herself for him to reject her, however this never came.

Briefly, his hand brushed hers and she snapped her eyes open, only to see him straighten.

"I think it's really honourable that you want to remain professional, but ... I wouldn't mind dinner." He turned, but still paused. "By the way ... 'molten silver' and 'reflection of a moon' are really nice descriptions that no one has ever used for me. Thank you."

She stared after him as he left the canteen, the food and everything around her forgotten.

Telepath. He was a bloody telepath and had caught every embarrassing thought she had had about him. She closed her eyes.

She wasn't sure what had just happened, but she knew one thing.

She would fucking kill Chris.

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Paring: Hemmer x fem!Reader Fandom: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds Words: 1.6K Summary: She couldn't be sure if it was an Aenar thing or just a Hemmer thing but as pacifist as he was, just as stubborn and proud he could be.

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WINTER WRITING PLAN!!!

"Are you sure?"

She looked at him sceptically, if amused, leaning against the doorframe. Hemmer snorted snidely and wrinkled his nose. "I am Aenar. I grew up in snow and ice. That little bit out there won't hurt me."

With that, he pointed above them where a glass ceiling revealed a snow-covered landscape.

It was December and the Enterprise had actually found time to stay in space dock for repairs, allowing the crew to spend Christmas with their family.

Her family, however, were either no longer alive or currently nowhere near Earth and instead, after asking if it was all right, had decided to go on holiday with her fiancé. Hemmer had given her permission to choose the holiday destination and in the end she had decided on Lapland in Finland.

She had been more than lucky to get one of the ice igloos, which served as a kind of hotel.

They were not very spacious, but there was enough room for a double bed, a small bathroom and a small kitchenette, as well as a small fireplace in front of which a fluffy carpet was placed...

At first Hemmer had protested. He did not want to travel to a place  where she would be so cold, but she had not given in.  Hemmer had spent most of his life on a ship, where it was far too warm for him. So what was two weeks in the cold for her?

After a while, he had scowled and agreed on the condition that they would stay in the hotel for the first few days so that she wouldn't immediately suffer a shock freeze. She had agreed and

the last two days they had spent in front of the fireplace, wrapped in a blanket, leaning against each other and just enjoying each other's presence.

They hadn't had to talk much. If she had wanted to tell him something, she had only had to think about it and if he had wanted to say something, he had leaned down and whispered in her ear so softly that it would not have been heard under other circumstances.

And she loved this togetherness and closeness, but she wanted to finally make good on her promise and give Hemmer his coldness. However, the Aenar turned out to be quite stubborn.

"I believe you, darling. However, you might want to wear something more than a rather thinner jacket after all."

Hemmer just shook his head. "It's not that cold for me. These temperatures were summer on Andoria. Here, though..." He didn't finish his sentence, just wrapped a scarf around her neck, pressed gloves into her hand and topped off his creation by pressing a pink bobble hat onto her head, which had little flashing lights built in and which she had never seen before.

"So I can find you in the dark too." He grinned impossibly smugly and, jokingly, she swatted at him with her gloves.

"Idiot. But fine, if you say so. Don't complain if you're cold, though."

"I won't be cold."

She was still sceptical but could not suppress a smile when Hemmer held out his hand and bowed to her. "May I ask the lady for this dance?"

She laughed out and placed her gloved hands in his exposed ones and curtsied slightly.

"It would be my pleasure."

Hemmer gave a short laugh as well and pulled her close so that she slammed against his chest, pressing a quick kiss against her temple, followed by a strand of transmitted thoughts that she couldn't quite follow, but all of which radiated gratitude and appreciation.

Before she could return this, however, Hemmer pressed the panel next to the door, whereupon it slid aside and an icy wind whistled at them.

" Sure you don't want to wear something thicker?"

At her question he just shook his head vigorously and began to pull her energetically behind him, which in turn elicited a laugh from her.

She hadn't seen him this eager and keen in a long time.

However, she could understand him. The landscape was breathtakingly beautiful.

Their igloo was in the middle of a forest. Although it was accessible by vehicle and the area was cordoned off enough so that they were not in danger of being attacked by wild animals, this patch of untouched earth seemed so peaceful that she felt she could stay here forever, despite the biting cold.

It was already dark, but the snow glistened in the pale light of the occasional lantern. Her breath danced in the air, forming the most beautiful shapes before mingling with Hemmer's and rising towards the sky.

To the stars, as they always did.

During the walk, she had hooked her arm with his and wrapped her hand around his, while at the same time resting her head on his shoulder. She felt his calm, even breathing and the light pressure his fingers exerted on hers and had to sigh.

While her fiancé liked to pretend he was grumpy and standoffish, he secretly loved physical contact and the full range of it.

Holding hands, hugging, resting his head on her shoulder, or the other way around, cuddling, kissing, he was open to everything.

Once, as they lay in their quarters on the Enterprise at night, her head on his shoulder, his arm around her and her hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat, listening to the ship's engines, Hemmer had spoken quietly, in a whisper, of his home.

About the majestic ice caves and structures the Aenar had built over the last millennia. About his family, whom he loved and missed more than anything, but who supported him in all his deeds. And about the Aenar culture and how important physical contact was for them.

They lived on an ice planet, a moon of cold, where warmth was something precious. Sharing one's own body heat was therefore a sign of a high level of trust, appreciation and love, and something that was not done lightly.

His words had brought tears to her eyes and since then she had appreciated every single touch of his body and had not taken it for granted.

Now to have this physical contact, in a place that was similar to Hemmer's home planet and where this custom, this culture, would make sense again and could take up its original intuition, was more than proof enough for her that Hemmer loved her.

Even if she really didn't need this proof.

During their walk, Hemmer had started to talk quietly about the possibilities of excursions for the next few days, the future five-year mission of the Enterprise and everything else.

It did not bother her. She would never tire of listening to him.

However, she was beginning to notice something that was not normally common for Hemmer. His voice was shaking, getting quieter and he was stumbling over words.

At first she didn't give it much thought. Maybe he was tired or distracted by his surroundings, but the further they walked, the more noticeable it became and she became sceptical, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

At first glance there wasn't much different from before, though on closer inspection she noticed that wasn't the case.

His lower lip was trembling, his shoulders were hunched and he seemed to shiver with every gust of wind. She had to avoid rolling her eyes in amusement.

"Hemmer, dear?" she interrupted him gently and instantly he turned his attention to her, which in turn warmed her heart.

"Yes?" They stopped and she disengaged her arm from his to touch his cheek with her hand, looking at him amused and loving at the same time. His skin was ice cold.

"I don't want to tease you, of course, or say that I said it, but, could it be that you are cold?"

Hemmer straightened up and almost seemed to bristle. "Of course not, that's ridiculous. I am an Aenar, I hardly feel this cold."

Just at that moment, a particularly icy wind brushed against them, making him shiver.

"Mhhh, of course."

Hemmer glanced to the side and she instantly felt bad as she thought she saw shame on his face. She now took his entire face in her hands.

"Hemmer, there's nothing wrong with that. Everybody gets cold sometimes."

"But I shouldn't be cold. I'm an Aenar, these temperatures are nothing compared to Andoria."

"Maybe." Lovingly, she let her finger run over his dominant cheekbone. "However, you must remember that you have spent the last few years on Earth and on starships, all of which are not geared to the normal temperature tolerance of Aenar and Andorians. So it's normal for you to have to get used to it again."

Hesitantly, he looked up. "So you don't think that." He hesitated."... that I am broken?"

She gasped and immediately pressed a kiss to his lips. "Hemmer, don't even think of putting words like that in your mouth. I love you and I don't care if you walk around in sub-zero temperatures in short clothes or suddenly find only desert temperatures comfortable. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, do you understand that?!"

He nodded hesitantly and she kissed him again. "And that you'll never forget it."

She then let go of him and started twiddling with her scarf, which elicited a frown from Hemmer.

"What are you doing that for?"

"Giving you my scarf." Hemmer protested, however she didn't listen and managed to wrap the piece of fabric around his neck.

"You'll be cold!"

"And you are cold," she countered. He started to protest again, however she pressed her finger to his lips. "Please," she whispered, "let me share my warmth with you."

For a few moments Hemmer held still, looking at her with admiration and love and wonder all at once, before he glanced to the side and pulled her close.

"You are impossible."

"I love you too, Hemmer."

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North Star

Pairing: Hemmer x Reader Fandom: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds Words: 2.7K Warnings: Discussion of injuries and death, spoilers for "All those who wander" Summary: The North Star is the brightest star in the constellation of the Little Bear. It shows sailors the way and gives them the reassurance that they are on the right course. A/N: I have written this piece in anger and protest regarding his death. He is alive

You had been aware from the beginning that this could be a possibility. You had always known that one day you might get the notification from sickbay that something had gone wrong. You had known that life in Starfleet was fraught with danger and that the next day could always be the last. You had both been aware of the risks and still agreed that they were worth it. However, that didn't change the fact that your heart was now pounding in your throat and adrenaline was coursing through your system as you sprinted down the corridors.

It should have been a simple mission. Perhaps simple was an understatement, The team, consisting of most of the senior staff as well as Cadets Uhura, Chia and the newly promoted Lieutenant Duke, including your boyfriend, were to respond to the distress signal from the USS Peregrine and rush to the rescue. While not without danger, nothing had indicated anything worse. Hemmer had even been almost pleased when he was told that Valeo Beta V was an ice planet.

But now you were walking down the corridor, ignoring the stares of the other crew members, as if your life depended on it. Not even a minute before, you had received a message from Doctor M'Benga that made the blood run cold in your veins. It wasn't long, but it was enough. "Please report to the infirmary. Something has gone wrong on the mission. It's about Hemmer."

Your heart was pounding and you felt numb as you took one step in front of the other, unable to feel or perceive anything except your pounding heart and the horrible thoughts floating around in your head that seemed to get worse with each passing second. Slithering, you turned the corner and came to a breathless halt outside the doors of the infirmary, where Doctor M'Benga and the Captain seemed to be waiting. They were engaged in conversation, but fell instantly silent when M'Benga saw you.

"Where is he?" M'Benga approached you, his face contorted in sympathy, and your stomach turned. No, please don't. "Lieutenant. I want you to try-" "Where's Hemmer?!" Panic took over your body and you felt yourself begin to tremble, not even caring that you had interrupted your superior officer. "Is he hurt? Is he even alive?! Please, let him be alive, please-"

"Lieutenant, please calm down. Hemmer is alive." Pike had stepped forward and placed a hand on your shoulder reassuringly. "He's hurt, but he'll live." A sob of relief escaped you, which you immediately tried to stifle with your hand. Pike smiled sympathetically and gently stroked your shoulder before removing his hand. "However, we, or rather Doctor M'Benga, wanted to talk to you first before we let you see him. To prepare you, so to speak, for what to expect."

This idea didn't really appeal to you as all you wanted was to simply be with Hemmer, however you knew you couldn't avoid it and nodded slightly in agreement. "Please, follow me." The doors opened and M'Benga led you through the infirmary to his office and no matter how much you surreptitiously looked around for it, you couldn't spot Hemmer. In his office, M'Benga sat down in his chair and motioned for you to sit down as well, which you reluctantly did.

"How familiar were you with the mission?" Frustrated, you breathed in and out. All you wanted was to go to Hemmer. Was that too much to ask? Still, you answered dutifully. "A team was beamed down to Valeo Beta V to respond to the distress signal from the USS Peregrine. The crew did not respond to the calls, so the team was told to go down to check on them. As far as I know, the team consisted of Lieutenant Kirk, Captain Pike, Lieutenant Spock, Lieutenant Noonien Singh, Lieutenant Duke, Cadet Uhura and Cadet Chia, Nurse Chapel, you and Hemmer."

M'Benga nodded. "When we arrived at the planet and at the ship we found that the entire crew had been killed. Some were frozen to death, some ripped to shreds." He was silent for a moment. "It were the Gorn. There were two survivors, a girl and a stranger who could not make us understand his name. He was infected and carried Gorn eggs, which hatched and killed him in the process." You felt sick and felt like throwing up. "What do you know about the Gorn and their reproduction?" You had to swallow, not liking the direction this conversation was taking.

"Not much. They usually use other people as carriers, plant their eggs in them and wait for them to hatch, at which point the carrier of the eggs dies. Once a person carries the eggs inside them, it's irreversible, at least up to present day." M'Benga nodded again. "We have found that the poison that each Gorn has is the way to be infected with the eggs." He was silent for a moment and then looked at you. "Hemmer was hit by the poison to protect Cadet Uhura."

You had to pull yourself together not to let the horrified cry be heard as you slapped your hand over your mouth. "You said that he survived! That he was going to live! No one has ever survived anything like that," you sobbed, squeezing your eyes shut. Try as you might to convince yourself that Hemmer would never do such a thing, you knew better. No matter how grumpy and dismissive Hemmer always pretended to be, he had a soft core and a huge heart. And if it was Uhura who had grown very close to his heart in the last few months, even if he would never admit it, you knew he would not hesitate to throw himself between her and danger.

"Until Hemmer." M'Benga leaned forward and put his hand on yours in an attempt to reassure you. "Gorn can't stand cold, which is why we were able to use cold to slow down the acceleration process. And well, we still have the pattern buffer, huh?" Your gaze darted to the chair in his room where the transporter was installed. " Which means..." "We were able to find a cure in time. However, it was quite advanced, so he didn't come away entirely unscathed. We weren't able to reverse some of the scars." "But he's alive?"

While you had been told several times by now, you really wanted to be sure, lest you receive a gruesome revelation. M'Benga smiled gently. "Yes, he is alive. However, he is still resting." "Is he awake?" "Awake enough to complain about the blankets." A tearful laugh escaped you and you wiped the tears from your cheek.

Hemmer, being from Andoria, was often too warm on the ship, so he didn't need blankets. Unfortunately, Hemmer could not sleep without the feeling of the light weight of a blanket, testimony to his life in an environment where he had needed that, which is why you had given him a cooling blanket for his last birthing day. It felt like any other blanket, but it cooled the body instead of warming it. Hemmer hadn't slept with anything else since then.

"Can I talk to him?" M'Benga nodded his head slightly. "As long as you don't kill him." "No promises." He laughed slightly and shook his head, however his reply was serious. "Don't be too exuberant. He still needs rest, I don't even know if he might have gone back to sleep." You stood up. "I don't care about that. I ..." Embarrassed, you looked to the side. "I just need to see him to really know that ..." "... that he's okay," M'Benga finished your sentence, looking at you sympathetically. "I understand." He too rose. "Follow me."

No longer as upset as before, but still with your heart pounding, you followed the doctor to a partitioned off area with rapidly raised walls that created a small room of your own. "The captain ordered it. To give him enough privacy." Chapel stepped out of the room and gave you a tight, sympathetic smile before placing her hand on your shoulder and giving it a quick squeeze. "There's nothing wrong with him. However, I can't promise he's very talkative right now, let alone awake." "It's okay," you hastened to reply, your target now within reach. "I just need to see him." Chapel and M'Benga gave each other a knowing look and she and M'Benga left you, with the note to just call out if there was a problem.

For a moment you stood in front of the non-transparent, raised walls and tried to collect yourself before you stepped forward, pushed the door aside, closed it behind you and turned towards the room. It wasn't very big and quite sparsely furnished, but you didn't care. Your focus was on the large white bed on which, in a nest of blankets and pillows, Hemmer lay, apparently deep in sleep. You slapped your hand over your mouth in horror. "Oh God."

Hemmer looked paler than usual and his antennae hung in his face, which was not usual for him. His hair was messy and slightly filthy and his face and hands, which were lying on the blanket, were covered in small wounds and scrapes. Why they had not been treated you did not know, though you guessed that M'Benga had had bigger problems. What really caught your attention, and was probably the bigger problem, was the scar tissue that ran from his neck and throat up to the cheekbones of the right side of his face.

Like grey-dark purple veins, the scars stretched across his neck and jaw until they ran down his face and disappeared towards his cheekbone. His right hand also seemed to be affected, but not as badly as his neck, which is why you suspected that part of his jacket had protected him. However, the clothing did not seem to be completely protective, as a thick bandage wrapped around his middle.

Shocked and close to tears at the painful sight of the person you loved, you stood in the corner not knowing what to do. Slowly you approached and let your fingers ghost over his wounds without touching them and a quiet sob escaped you. "Oh Hemmer..." Tears ran down your face and dripped onto his face, so you turned, hoping to get your emotions under control.

"Nasty, isn't it? Mind you, M'Benga said it didn't get any prettier." At the sound of the voice you whirled around to see the Aenar turn his head in your direction, open his eyes slowly, not that it would make any difference, and smile slightly but pained. "Oh my god Hemer." Your sobs were lost in the room as you rushed towards him and wrapped your arms around him, only to let him go instantly as his groans of pain reached your ears. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." was all you could get out crying and gently put your hand to the uninjured side of his face.

"You're alive, oh my God you're fine." You ran your hand over and over again over his cheek, through his hair and gently pressed kiss after kiss over his face, your tears wetting not only your face but his as well. "Well, I wouldn't call it fine..." grumbled Hemmer, but interrupted himself when another sob escaped you. His gaze softened and he straightened, despite your tear-stained protests, to feel for your face with his uninjured hand. "Hey. It's all right. I'm alive, I'm safe, it's all good."

His voice was impossibly soft and loving, which brought you to tears even more before he sighed and gently pulled you against him into a hug. Another thing he would never admit, but Hemmer loved hugs more than anything. Sometimes you spent entire evenings just lying in each other's arms and enjoying the silence.

"I thought you were dead." Your voice was nothing more than a choked, hoarse whisper, however, you knew Hemmer had heard you because of the tightening of his grip around you. "When M'Benga contacted me and said something had gone wrong and it was about you... I thought I had lost you. I thought that when I entered the infirmary, I would see your body lying before me, ready for burial. If there had been a corpse left."

Hemmer gently pressed a kiss against your temple. "I am here. I'm alive. It's all right." Slowly the grief in you dried up and was replaced by anger that made you pull away from him so that he could sink back into his pillows with a pain-filled hiss.

"Damn it, Hemmer, nothing's okay. You almost died today! We almost lost you! I know you wanted to protect Uhura because you loved her, but did you think for a moment how we all might feel if something happened to you?! Spock, M'Benga, the captain? The guilt of those who were with you on the mission and couldn't have saved you? The guilt Uhura would have felt because you threw yourself in front of her as a living shield? Did you think about how horrible it would be for her to have to live with your death?! Maybe you haven't noticed Growler, but the little one cares about you and is fond of you too."

Hemmer started to say something, but you hadn't finished letting out your frustration and fear and panic of the last few minutes. "And what about me? Have you ever thought how I would have felt if you were suddenly gone?! Damn it, Hemmer, I love you! More than anything else in my life and more than I've ever loved anyone!!!" Your voice became quieter, taken over by sadness, and again tears came to your eyes. Against your scolding, you let your head fall against his shoulder and gently Hemmer put an arm around you as hot tears streamed down your face again. "Damn it, Hemmer. Do you really think I could live with myself? That I could just get over you and move on with my life?"

"You had a life before me." Hemmer's voice sounded strained and you could swear that his body was trembling too. "Maybe. But now I know how colourless it has been after all. All my life I've longed for the stars and you..." You straightened up and slowly let your finger run over his cheekbone. "You are my brightest star. My north star, my Polaris. My anchor, my safe haven and the fixed point of my existence that always accompanies me, never leaves me and always shows me the way home." Astonished and somewhat shocked, you noticed that tears were gathering in his eyes and gently you wiped them aside. "I would be lost without you, Hemmer."

"How can you still love me?" Hemmer looked at you in disbelief while tears actually ran down his cheeks. There were not as many as yours, but enough to alarm you. You had never seen Hemmer cry before. "I am disfigured and M'Benga does not know if I will ever be able to move as I did before. I may have to resign my commission from Starfleet." "Then I'll come with you." The words escaped you before you could think about them, yet you didn't regret them. After all, they were true. You'd been together for years and you were pretty sure you could never be with anyone else.

"I don't care if you are the chief engineer or retired. I don't care if you can move normally or if you are in a wheelchair. I don't care if you have scars or not, because you are beautiful and the scars are just a testament to what kind of person you are. A peaceful, thoughtful, self-sacrificing, compassionate and selfless person who puts their own well-being below that of others." You gently put your arms around him.

"I love you because you are you. Not because you have a high rank or are attractive, which however is valued. I love you because you are selfless, because you care for others, even if you sometimes have problems showing it. I love you because although you have a hard shell, your core is all the softer and your heart all the bigger. I love you."

Hemmer pulled you closer to him. "You are insane. Completely insane." You smiled slightly and rested your head on his shoulder. "That makes two of us." You didn't know what to expect, however, you were sure of one thing. Hemer was your North Star, your firm hold and no matter what would happen and where life would take you, you would get through it. Together.

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The Wizard And The Maid

Literally nobody asked for this, but my heart requires it. There’s hardly any Hemmer fanfiction, which imho is a heinous oversight that I’m here to correct. I couldn’t stop imagining this after S1E8 “The Elysian Kingdom,” so here we are.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Hemmer (ST:SNW) x Reader

[A/N: Hemmer my sweet Aenar bb 💙]

Warnings: None, this is just fluff.

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“I know him...but from where?”

The question from someone else’s mind came out of nowhere as Hemmer was thrown into the...well, he hesitated to call it the ‘dungeon,’ despite what the deluded crew members had insisted it should be called. It was just the transporter pad with metal bars around it.

And he wasn’t here alone.

The Lieutenant was familiar with the voice that had asked the question - very familiar. He should be. After all, she was his romantic partner.

“Ensign? Are you alright?” At his question, he felt a tinge of confusion from you.

“W-Who is this...‘Ensign’ you speak of, sir?”

Oh no. Whatever this madness was, it had clearly affected you, too. You’d forgotten who you were, but perhaps you hadn’t forgotten everything. You were clearly aware that you’d seen him somewhere before. Maybe he could use that to bring you back to yourself, somehow.

Taking a slow, careful step toward you, he took in what his senses reported of your condition. Everything seemed normal, except for your mental state and, oddly, your clothing. Everyone, including himself, had been put into bulky, heavy clothing, and you were no exception. What seemed to be a less ornate dress than the ones he’d already observed adorned your body. With a gentle murmur of your name, Hemmer offered you his hand.

Hesitation filled your countenance, but you did take his hand.

“I’m afraid you’ve mistaken me for someone else, sir. My name is Lucy. I’m a chambermaid to Queen Neve.”

You most certainly were not, but you seemed pretty convinced so Hemmer didn’t argue.

“...My apologies, Miss Lucy,” he said with the hint of a smile curling his lips. “If you’re the Queen’s maid, then may I ask why you’re in here?”

“She didn’t like the way I polished her scepter,” you said sounding ashamed. This was absolutely ludicrous. You were an accomplished science officer under the command of Mr. Spock. You shouldn’t be feeling ashamed over some fictional imaginings foisted onto you by whatever was doing this to the crew.

“What a ridiculous reason to punish someone,” he muttered. “Well, at least I know you’re not injured.”

“I appreciate your kindness, sir, but I’m afraid I don’t understand why my well-being would be of any consequence to a great wizard such as yourself.” Hemmer tilted his head curiously.

“What makes you think that I’m a wizard?”

“Well, only wizards wear robes of that style, sir, and the guards who put you in this cell were afraid of you. Who would such well-armed guards fear but a wizard?” Hemmer couldn’t help the little smile that spread across his mouth. You’d always been clever. The Doctor had called him a wizard, as had the crewmen who’d brought him here. “Judging by the way Pollux was behaving, you must be Caster. Sir.”

You felt intrigued and a little nervous as he stepped closer to you.

“Would you like to know a secret, Miss Lucy?” Hemmer asked in a conspiratorial near-whisper with a mischievous smile across his lips. You nodded your head, and he leaned in to whisper in your ear. A little shiver ran through you at his proximity, and although he was aware that he shouldn’t, he relished the reaction he was able to elicit from you. “Caster is not my real name. It’s Hemmer.”

You turned your head and he could feel the wonder in your expression.

“The only other person who knows is King Ridley,” he confided. “You mustn’t tell anyone. Promise?”

“I swear on my life, sir,” you breathed, but Hemmer was still able to detect the slight fear in your voice. That definitely wasn’t what he was going for. Pulling back a little, Hemmer lifted your hand to his lips and laid it carefully over his chest.

“You have nothing to fear from me. I have no desire to harm you. You’re safe with me, I give you my word,” he murmured in the most soothing tone he could manage. Slowly but surely, Hemmer felt the tension melt out of you only to be replaced by curiosity. You’d just begun to open your mouth to speak when the guards returned with a new batch of prisoners.

“Unhand me, you–” Hemmer recognized that voice. Captain Pike. The guard he’d begun to give orders to glared at him, and the Captain changed his tune rather quickly with a nervous laugh. “–Y-You wonderfully skilled soldier! Yes, you are quite strong, aren’t you?”

Well, that wasn’t like the Captain.

The guard tossed him unceremoniously inside with a flick of her cape, and the rest of the guards shoved their charges inside as well. The Doctor, the Captain, and Ortegas were all stuck there with him, and only two of them were of sound mind. Hemmer brought your hand to his lips and excused himself before moving to speak with Doctor M’Benga. 

Despite the rest of the crew being affected by...whatever this was, apparently the Doctor and he were the only ones who hadn’t been mentally altered. The two of them came up with a plan: get to Engineering and use the ship’s scanners to find out what sort of entity was doing this to the Enterprise and its crew.

Now all they had to do was get out of this makeshift prison, but who said he couldn’t have a little fun with it?

“You should be kneeling, maid. Don’t you know you’re in the presence of royalty?” The Captain’s hissed reprimand to you made you drop to your knees.

That simply wouldn’t do. Moving to your side, Hemmer knelt in front of you.

“Miss Lucy, if we are to escape the dungeon, I shall require your assistance,” Hemmer murmured, and he could feel surprise in your expression as you looked at him.

“I’d be happy to, sir, but how could I help? I’m not a wizard.”

“Perhaps not,” he said as he helped you to your feet once more and kept your hands clasped lightly in his, “but you are the only one who can help me. This is a special kind of magic called science. May I have your assistance?”

“Of course, sir,” you replied with a determined look. Brave girl. No, this wasn’t strictly necessary, but when would he get another chance to impress you with wizard powers? Even if you didn’t remember this afterward, it would make a good story for him to tell you someday. Hemmer smiled and led you over to the locked cell door, pulling out a laser cutter. “What do I need to do?”

“Hold my hand,” he said offering you said appendage. “Now, close those lovely eyes of yours and imagine the door open. Doctor, what is something a human magician would say?”

“Abracadabra.”

“‘Abracadabra’...I like it,” he mused quietly. “Everyone else, close your eyes too. Otherwise this will blind you.”

“What about you?” The Captain asked as everyone did as he requested.

“I am a wizard!” Hemmer exclaimed as he sensed you close your eyes. Now for his fun. With his telepathy, he sensed that you were imagining what he’d instructed. He took a slow breath and projected his senses into your mind so that you could perceive things the way he did. A quiet gasp from you was drowned out by the engineer turning on the laser tool and beginning to cut through the thick lock. Amazement poured from your mind into his as you quite literally saw things as he did - through his antennae and telepathy. He’d done that with you once before, and you’d reacted the same way. He supposed that to a species without telepathic abilities, what he did on any given day must resemble the sorcery he was supposed to possess at the moment.

As soon as the door swung open, he turned the cutter off and released his hold on your mind. Your hands were shaking as you opened your eyes and looked up at him. Pike and the rest filtered out of the cell with varied reactions to his ‘magic’ but you remained stationary beside him.

“That...felt familiar,” you breathed, and a glimmer of hope surged through the Aenar’s mind. “It was as though I had done something like that before...or perhaps dreamed it.”

“You have. Do you remember me now?” Hemmer asked as he cupped your cheeks softly in his hands. You shook your head, but he’d found a crack in whatever this thing was that was holding your mind hostage. “I–”

“Hemmer, we need to move,” the Doctor called, and he sighed.

“Coming, Doctor,” he answered, but he turned back to you and kissed your forehead. “Stay close to me. I will do everything I can to protect you...and to help restore your memory.”

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Several hours later, Hemmer awoke in a set of quarters he didn’t quite recognize. Shaking his head slowly, he noted that he had a rather severe headache and that his memory was surprisingly blank for...for...a few hours, perhaps? What had happened? Where was he?

Something shifted beside him on the bed that had been lying atop, and he felt a familiar mind - yours. Beyond the same disorientation he was experiencing, you, thankfully, didn’t seem to be injured.

“Are you alright?” Hemmer cringed at how rough his voice sounded and felt. Had he swallowed sand at some point?

“I think so,” you replied sounding just as out of it as he did. “I had the strangest dream, Hem. You were some kind of wizard, I think.”

That rang a bell for him rather vaguely.

“How odd. I believe I had the same dream,” he murmured as he helped you to your feet. “Sweetheart, why do I feel like saying ‘abracadabra?’”