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[nyota_uhura24]

Fat snowflakes were still drifting slowly to the ground, meaning that the crowd at Uhura's was perfectly content to keep sipping spiced apple cider and chatting with Nyota and her sisters. Since it was Tuesday there was no musician, but at least the regulars seemed to think the snowy day called for music and kept feeding coins into the jukebox.

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[lt_cmmdr_scott]

Scotty was, to put it mildly, absolutely and utterly lost. He wasn't entirely certain what had gone wrong - his last memories before beaming off the Enterprise were a blur. He vaguely remembered a crackling arc of blue light, the sound of electrical popping and hissing, and then... Nothing, because he'd dematerialized, and when he'd come to, it felt like he'd been out of it for hours, which shouldn't have happened. He'd woken in an alleyway, cold and wet and his phaser and communicator were missing. The only thing he had left was his uniform

[nyota_uhura24]

The man's coat looked a little frayed, but there was nothing particularly unusual about it. The trousers she could see underneath, however, were styled a little differently than anything she'd seen before. He definitely looked out of place, and not just because he was a white man in a Harlem diner.

When he spoke, her eyes widened a little. She didn't hear accents like that very often, but she was fairly certain it was Scottish. He looked surprised to see her, and a little uncomfortable as well, but she kept smiling, hoping to put him at ease. He also seemed to think it was necessary for him to rush off, and she hurried to dispel that thought, wondering if he was uncomfortable being in a predominantly black neighborhood. "You can sit here as long as you like," she said gently. "It's awfully cold out there. You should at least let me bring you a glass of water."

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

He pulled his coat a little tighter around himself, just praying that it wouldn't fall open and reveal his uniform shirt. The young woman, who couldn't have been Uhura, no matter how much she looked like her, offered him a glass of water, and he smiled thinly, grateful for both that and the offer that he could sit in the diner as long as he liked. He ought to give her some explanation, but he was at a loss as to what to say. "I'd appreciate that, lass, thank you," he replied, wondering if he ought to make up some story to cover for why he hadn't got any money.

[nyota_uhura24]

"Then you're more than welcome. It's Miss Uhura, by the way." As she turned to walk back into the kitchen, it clicked that he might not have money to spend. She didn't at all like the idea of him going hungry around the holidays, and there was something vaguely familiar about him, even if she couldn't place it and was fairly certain she'd never seen him before. When she walked back into the restaurant a few minutes later, she had a glass of water and a hot toddy. At the very least she could offer him that, but she wanted to make sure he was fed as well. She set both down in front of him. "I hope you don't mind that I brought you a hot toddy and a glass of water. They're both on the house."