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THE DISTANT MOUNTAINS GLINTED SNOW in the early morning light as Doctor Selvig surveyed the vast desert, cup of coffee in hand. After taking a moment to marvel over the beautiful sight, he turned back into the lab and saw Jane, busy at her workstation, soldering a piece of equipment.
A printer was churning out blown-up screen-cap photos of the Bifrost footage and Darcy collected them and proceeded to hang them on the wall. To Darcy's right were you and Aaron, tucked away on a bench just out of earshot of the other three, and engaged in hushed conversation.
All of you had been up all night, fuelled by caffeine and adrenaline, albeit for different reasons. Jane, Selvig and Darcy were full of excitement, working tirelessly to try and come up with a scientific explanation for the anomaly you'd all encountered the night before. Technically speaking, Aaron should've been joining in on their excitement, since it was his consultation, but he was far too caught up in your side of the event to even give Jane's star charts a second glance.
"He recognised you," Aaron spoke softly.
"Yeah," you breathed out, nodding once and wiping your palms on your jeans, "And he was about to call me by my Asgardian name."
"That's a good thing, isn't it? That he knows who you are?"
"I don't know," you admitted, creasing your brow, "It could be a good thing or it could be a bad thing. I mean, he literally just crash-landed out of nowhere; we have no idea why or how, and we have no idea what it means."
With a shaky hand, you reached forward to pick up your coffee cup, but the tremor in your hands were so bad that you were unable to keep it still for even a few seconds. Aaron hurriedly collected the cup and gently handed it to you. You thanked him and took a gulp.
"But there is one thing I know," you continued, "and that's that he and I can't come into any kind of contact – or see each other – until we know what's going on."
"Because we don't know whether or not he's hostile," Aaron finished your thought and you nodded in confirmation. He sighed and leaned back a bit. "I sincerely hope he isn't. It'd be wonderful to be able to have a chat with him about, well, everything. And he'd be able to offer you some guidance; lord knows all of us down here haven't been doing too well with that."
"Yeah, I hope so too." You looked down into your coffee, noting the small swirls of milk on the surface. "But in the meantime, you should probably do your job."
