Aaaargh. Crossover Drabbles!
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dwgmJeesh. They are doing another crossover drabble challenge at Black Pearl Sails, giving us up to 1,000 words. I have great difficulty with crossovers, there being very few characters in the various media that I know well enough to actually be able to write. However, I did watch a lot of Star Trek over the years...
“Analysis, Spock?”
“Hominid, male, Caucasian descent, late seventeenth century.”
“Seventeenth? We’ve gone back too far!”
“Indeed.”
“Bones? What do you think? Why is he unconscious?”
“He’s unconscious because he’s drunk, Jim! Blood alcohol level’s at point two five percent! Other than that, he’s healthy enough, but he’s got more old injuries than you can shake a stick at—there must be a dozen scars under that pirate costume.”
The object of their scrutiny gave a kind of shuddering sniff and opened his eyes, bleary but strangely compelling with their lining of smudged cosmetic material. The eyes considered the three faces for a long moment, then the mouth opened. “’M I dead, then?”
Kirk smiled and said, rather gently, “No. I’m Captain James T. Kirk, and you’re our temporary guest here on…uh…my ship.”
The eyes narrowed. “Captain? Where’s yer wig, an’ hat?”
“Wig?”
“Aye. An’ you!” The eyes fixed on Spock, who raised a brow. “You’re Satan, ‘f I’m not mistaken. I am dead!”
Bones said, wryly, “You’re not dead, son. I’m a doctor. I know these things.”
There was a pause. “This isn’t hell, then?” their guest said finally.
Kirk chuckled. “Far from it. Can you get up?” He offered a hand and the pirate took it.
“Thanks!” he said, as he rose with surprising grace to his booted feet. He stood there a moment, swaying slightly, and looking around the transporter room. “This is a ship?” He looked at Kirk. “Don’t look like a ship.”
“No, well, it’s a newer model than you’ve probably seen before. You’re a sailor?”
The pirate drew himself up. “Captain Jack Sparrow, at your service.” He nodded at Kirk, and at Bones, but then his eye lit on Spock again, taking in the greenish complexion, pointed ears, and expression of mild interest. Sparrow cleared his throat, turned to Kirk, and said conspiratorially, “I could use a drink. Don’t have any rum by chance?”
“Rum!” exclaimed the Doctor. “That’s what that smell is! Thought I recognized it.”
Sparrow looked down his nose at the doctor. “Are you implying that me personal hygiene is less than it should be?”
“I’m sayin’ you reek of the stuff!” Bones cocked a brow at Kirk. “Not that that’s necessarily a bad thing: probably what’s keeping him so calm about all this.”
“Then you’re advising continued…sedation?”
“Within moderation.”
Spock said, “The doctor has a point, Captain. It will be nearly twelve hours before we can return our guest to his natural environment. The sedative effect of alcohol should enable him to endure with equanimity what must seem a very strange and perhaps disturbing situation.”
Kirk nodded. “Very well. Captain Sparrow, I wonder if you’d like to come to my quarters. Perhaps you can tell us a little about yourself and your adventures over a bottle of Romulan Ale.”
“Ale!” Sparrow frowned.
But Bones patted his shoulder. “Not like English ale, son. You’ll like this, better than rum.”
“Word of a gentleman?” Sparrow eyed the doctor, skeptically.
Bones grinned. “Trust me!”
“Analysis, Spock?”
“Hominid, male, Caucasian descent, late seventeenth century.”
“Seventeenth? We’ve gone back too far!”
“Indeed.”
“Bones? What do you think? Why is he unconscious?”
“He’s unconscious because he’s drunk, Jim! Blood alcohol level’s at point two five percent! Other than that, he’s healthy enough, but he’s got more old injuries than you can shake a stick at—there must be a dozen scars under that pirate costume.”
The object of their scrutiny gave a kind of shuddering sniff and opened his eyes, bleary but strangely compelling with their lining of smudged cosmetic material. The eyes considered the three faces for a long moment, then the mouth opened. “’M I dead, then?”
Kirk smiled and said, rather gently, “No. I’m Captain James T. Kirk, and you’re our temporary guest here on…uh…my ship.”
The eyes narrowed. “Captain? Where’s yer wig, an’ hat?”
“Wig?”
“Aye. An’ you!” The eyes fixed on Spock, who raised a brow. “You’re Satan, ‘f I’m not mistaken. I am dead!”
Bones said, wryly, “You’re not dead, son. I’m a doctor. I know these things.”
There was a pause. “This isn’t hell, then?” their guest said finally.
Kirk chuckled. “Far from it. Can you get up?” He offered a hand and the pirate took it.
“Thanks!” he said, as he rose with surprising grace to his booted feet. He stood there a moment, swaying slightly, and looking around the transporter room. “This is a ship?” He looked at Kirk. “Don’t look like a ship.”
“No, well, it’s a newer model than you’ve probably seen before. You’re a sailor?”
The pirate drew himself up. “Captain Jack Sparrow, at your service.” He nodded at Kirk, and at Bones, but then his eye lit on Spock again, taking in the greenish complexion, pointed ears, and expression of mild interest. Sparrow cleared his throat, turned to Kirk, and said conspiratorially, “I could use a drink. Don’t have any rum by chance?”
“Rum!” exclaimed the Doctor. “That’s what that smell is! Thought I recognized it.”
Sparrow looked down his nose at the doctor. “Are you implying that me personal hygiene is less than it should be?”
“I’m sayin’ you reek of the stuff!” Bones cocked a brow at Kirk. “Not that that’s necessarily a bad thing: probably what’s keeping him so calm about all this.”
“Then you’re advising continued…sedation?”
“Within moderation.”
Spock said, “The doctor has a point, Captain. It will be nearly twelve hours before we can return our guest to his natural environment. The sedative effect of alcohol should enable him to endure with equanimity what must seem a very strange and perhaps disturbing situation.”
Kirk nodded. “Very well. Captain Sparrow, I wonder if you’d like to come to my quarters. Perhaps you can tell us a little about yourself and your adventures over a bottle of Romulan Ale.”
“Ale!” Sparrow frowned.
But Bones patted his shoulder. “Not like English ale, son. You’ll like this, better than rum.”
“Word of a gentleman?” Sparrow eyed the doctor, skeptically.
Bones grinned. “Trust me!”
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Date: 2004-08-14 11:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-14 11:41 am (UTC)Yay!
Date: 2004-08-14 12:01 pm (UTC)Re: Yay!
Date: 2004-08-14 12:38 pm (UTC)I know the old Star Trek characters pretty well--not only watched the show repeatedly, but read a lot of the novels, some of which are quite well written. Kirk, Spock, and McCoy are a fun bunch to read and write, too--the dynamics between the three are what made the original Star Trek a great show.
Jim, I'm a doctor, not a pirate...
Date: 2004-08-14 02:12 pm (UTC)Re: Jim, I'm a doctor, not a pirate...
Date: 2004-08-14 02:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-14 02:19 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2004-08-14 02:48 pm (UTC)That was positively hysterical. Great cross over, wonderful idea. Loved it.
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Date: 2004-08-14 06:53 pm (UTC)So happy you liked it!
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Date: 2004-08-14 11:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-14 11:27 pm (UTC)WhooHoo! Now that's a thought!
I love McCoy--he's full of those down-home expressions, and his snarking with Spock is always so amusing. Great characters. I'm glad you enjoyed my interpretation of them!
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Date: 2004-08-15 01:18 am (UTC)Wonderful little thing! Characterization was spot-on, which can be so hard to do. Kudos. And the comedy: brilliant. I was laughing at Bones' snarkiness. :o)
cheers,Kellen
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Date: 2004-08-16 03:38 pm (UTC)Thanks so much for reading and commenting!
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Date: 2004-08-16 05:44 pm (UTC)My art site: http://cacopheny.deviantart.com/
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The fic was fun, too :: grins :: I love finding yer lj posts, cuz there's always something fun to read ^^
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Date: 2004-08-16 06:05 pm (UTC)Glad you liked the Star Trek fic!
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Date: 2004-10-09 07:27 pm (UTC)Now I can see Jack drinking everyone else under the table, and then roaming the halls of the Enterprise (bottle in hand), eyes bugging out at all the mini-skirted women, perhaps even singing the pirate song over the intercom a la Kevin Riley...
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Date: 2004-10-28 07:07 am (UTC)I'm not sure if Jack and Kirk would get along, or try to kill one another (especially over the alien womenfolk). I can definitely picture Jack circling a calm, still Spock, sort of floating around him, peering too closely and poking every so often experimentally.
Then again, it might be even *more* fun to have Jack meet Riker and then put Troi in front of them both. Mwahahahahaha ....
*also pictures Geordi and Will having great fun playing with gadgetry in engineering - no, not their own, get your mind out of the gutter!*
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Date: 2004-10-28 09:17 am (UTC)Oh, yeah! That would be fun to write. Must think about that...
even *more* fun to have Jack meet Riker and then put Troi in front of them both
That would be fun, but I'm not sure I could write it--I watched a lot of TNG, but I have a much better handle on the characters from TOS, having see ALL the episodes numerous times, and read many STTOS novels and short stories. Maybe you should do it!
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Date: 2004-10-29 07:15 pm (UTC)Well, I'm not touching that bunny! So ha!
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Date: 2005-12-08 04:54 pm (UTC)One of these days I'll need to hunt up some STtOS fic. I've loved Star Trek in all its iterations since I was a kid, but have a particular love for the original series, as cheezy as some of the effects and plotting was. The characters were just so entirely endearing, almost in the same way the PotC characters are.
This story just seemed to roll off the keyboard of its own accord. There aren't a lot of characters I can actually "hear", but Kirk, Spock, and Scotty are definitely in that small group. What with the Enterprise occasionally going back in time, crossing it with PotC seemed a natural. I'm glad you enjoyed it. And you never know: maybe I'll want to know what happens next one of these days!
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