"You fucked it up! You fucked EVERYTHING up!"
An auburn-haired white-faced woman on the monitor screamed, "and all you have to say for yourself is that you're sorry?!"
A caramel-skinned woman with tight, dark curls in a half-updo sat in her pearly silk robes, half-listening, if that.
"Lee!" the other screamed again.
Lee only somewhat processed what the other woman said.
"I didn't say I was sorry."
The white woman inhaled enough air to fill a spaceship before banging her hands dramatically on the nearby table.
"Do you know what they'll do to me for this? Or to you, since that's the only thing you give a shit about?"
"...no?"
"Fix your fucking mess before any of this is discovered, and don't take any more goddamn detours."
With that, the white-faced woman ended the video, and Lee's screen returned to its background of adorable kittens.
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Forty-eight hours earlier...
Lee was alone in her bedroom. No monitors, no cameras, no voice equipment. She read the files.
1944, London. Use incognito mode. Remain unseen by all residents.
...but what the Unit didn't know couldn't hurt them.
The time gun was automatically set to match its files for the specific observation period. All Lee had to do was change it manually and make sure no traces of this action would appear later.
She put in the specifics: Earth, breathable atmosphere, human life. Everything else was set to her favorite option, the one she unofficially referred to as "Surprise Me."
She hit it and jumped hurriedly into the portal, jetting through space as streams of vivid galaxies kissed her senses until she eventually landed in the midst of what seemed to be a nowhere forest.
Her automatic translator was on, and she could only hope the language of whatever nearby humans there were had actually been entered into the database at some point.
Lee was adjusting her clothing modifier to fit the next style she saw when a rustling noise appeared behind her.
She spun around quickly and a man screamed an almost ape-like scream, falling violently onto the ground as he saw her clothing change before his eyes.
"Oh," she started, "I didn't mean to frighten you."
He was a bronze-skinned man with deep, black braids, long and unkempt, which matched the shade of his beard and hairy chest. He wore some sort of tattered sandals and animal cloth upon his otherwise bare flesh, glowing in the sun as he returned to his feet.
For her part, she now wore some animal skin, almost haphazardly appearing on her caramel curves, and sandals in kind.
"I'm Lee. What's your name?" she asked, hoping he wasn't so primitive that that hadn't been a thing yet.
"Pa'ana!" he shouted proudly, beating his fist upon his chest.
He smelled unexpectedly pleasant as she stood only a short distance away. He must've thought the same of her, as he inched toward her and breathed in the scent of her hair, blatantly and unapologetically.
Pa'ana stepped back again and smiled, giving a small, and seemingly happy grunt, and glanced down for a moment at Lee's shapely form.
When he looked back up, Lee was staring intensely at his face.
They were just a nose distance away from each other. The sun's warmth rested upon their skin, and Pa'ana tenderly put his hand on the small of Lee's back.
They breathed softly through their noses and, for a moment, only looked into each other's eyes. Hers were a dark chocolate. His were nearly obsidian.
She traced her fingers over his broad shoulders and the two leaned toward each other, banishing the distance between their lips.
