Fic: "Fear, Itself" (Prologue/?) ST:XI/Doom Xover, McCoy/Chekov, R
An ST:XI/Doom crossover, written per 
vinniebatman's prompts. The awesomeness of this idea is all hers. I'm just filling in the little details to the best of my ability.
Fear, Itself (Prologue/?)
Author:
beetle_comma_the
Fandom: ST:XI/Doom
Pairing: Eventually McCoy/Chekov, Spock/Kirk, but other pairings, as well.
Rating: R, so far
Notes/Warnings: Set post ST:XI by three years. Spoilers for ST:XI and for Doom. Violence.
Summary: The crew gets more than they bargained for on Leave.
Acting Captain's Log, stardate blah-blah-blah, who gives a steaming shit . . . most of the bridge is on Leave on V'Plenniak 5 while we lucky few are stuck on Enterprise . . . which is totally not fair, if you ask me. In fact, it's cruel and unusual punishment, and yours truly is suffering mightily, but bearing up under it like any good captain would. . . .
Sulu sighs, and drapes one leg over the arm of the captain's chair. "Erase latest entry and close Log," he mutters, and the computer beeps compliance. "Damnit, I can't believe all the senior bridge crew is down there except for us."
"Not this old song, again," Uhura says, laughing. It's not often that she does, and it still tends to surprise Sulu. The only thing weirder would be hearing Spock laugh.
Let's not even go there, he thinks, shuddering, and fiddling with the buttons near his knee. They adjust the chair to a position that's almost a complete recline and Sulu sighs again, this time in relief. Kirk's presets are brutal on his spine, not to mention a bit too high off the ground. "Betcha I could make this baby spin like a top."
"It's like you're five," Hannity mutters from her station near Uhura, and Sulu reclines the captains chair, till he can see an upside-down view of fiery red hair and blue uniform. She's quite possibly the sexiest woman Sulu's ever seen. Even upside-down.
"That's Acting Captain Five-Year-Old, sir, to you, matey. Arr!"
"Actually, it's like he's three. I never thought I'd miss Kirk so much. And he's only been gone two hours." Uhura laughs again.
"Which brings us back around to the unfairness of being stuck up here while they live it up on V'Plenniak 5," Sulu grumbles, getting up to pace over to his own station, then Pavel's. Surprisingly, they're still holding orbit with the planet. Haven't crashed and burned even once. Fantastic. Sulu feels so justified at being made acting captain, as opposed to being dirtside with his best friend.
"Will you quit moping, captain? We'll get our turn tomorrow," Hannity says exasperatedly. "And quit pacing, you're making me nervous."
"By tomorrow, all the fun'll be gone. And I'll be down there, bored, sans wingman, left to my own-"
"I'm getting a hailing frequency from the planet. Maybe that's your wingman," Uhura cuts him off to say, laughter still bright in her voice. "Probably just-"
"There're clowns down here . . . dozens of clowns," comes from Uhura's station, and she frowns, punching something into her keypad and adjusting her listening device. The voice comes in louder: "I can hear them laughing."
The voice is so whispery, so near tears, it's impossible to tell who it is, or even what sex they are. Sulu, Hannity, and Uhura all share a glance and roll their eyes. There's only one person the three of them know who'd send a "distress call" like that.
"Sure, there are. Thousands and millions of clowns." Sulu gestures for Uhura to open the channel. "Bridge to crew member, I didn't copy that, please repeat."
"Damnit, there are clowns down here! They . . . they might have knives. Clowns with knives. Oh . . . oh, God. They'll kill us all," the voice says, and it really doesn't sound like Kirk's, come to think of it. In fact, it sounds more like Lieutenant Yerkes, only Sulu's never heard Xena: Warrior Yerkes sound afraid of anything. So it can't be her. . . .
"Who is this?" he demands, thinking that if this is a practical joke, it's not remotely funny. But he's all of a sudden got a very not good feeling.
"Sulu? Oh, thank God!" That tone in her voice sends chills down his spine. "I don't know where they all came from, or why they're so fast. . . ." Yerkes is actually squeaking now. "My God, I can still hear them following us! Daimler's got his phaser on stun, but that's not enough. That's not-" there's a blood-curdling scream and the sound of phaser fire.
Then the channel closes.
For a few moments, no one knows what to say. Then Hannity clears her throat. "Uh . . . that was just a joke, right?"
Just then, the ship gets hailed again.
This time, it's not Yerkes, it's Ensign Tagawa. And it's not clowns chasing him, but mutated Tarkalean razor-boars. Tagawa sounds like he's about to wet himself.
Suddenly Uhura's station lights up with half a dozen other hails.
And that's just the beginning.
TBC
vinniebatman's prompts. The awesomeness of this idea is all hers. I'm just filling in the little details to the best of my ability.
Fear, Itself (Prologue/?)
Author:
beetle_comma_the
Fandom: ST:XI/Doom
Pairing: Eventually McCoy/Chekov, Spock/Kirk, but other pairings, as well.
Rating: R, so far
Notes/Warnings: Set post ST:XI by three years. Spoilers for ST:XI and for Doom. Violence.
Summary: The crew gets more than they bargained for on Leave.
Acting Captain's Log, stardate blah-blah-blah, who gives a steaming shit . . . most of the bridge is on Leave on V'Plenniak 5 while we lucky few are stuck on Enterprise . . . which is totally not fair, if you ask me. In fact, it's cruel and unusual punishment, and yours truly is suffering mightily, but bearing up under it like any good captain would. . . .
Sulu sighs, and drapes one leg over the arm of the captain's chair. "Erase latest entry and close Log," he mutters, and the computer beeps compliance. "Damnit, I can't believe all the senior bridge crew is down there except for us."
"Not this old song, again," Uhura says, laughing. It's not often that she does, and it still tends to surprise Sulu. The only thing weirder would be hearing Spock laugh.
Let's not even go there, he thinks, shuddering, and fiddling with the buttons near his knee. They adjust the chair to a position that's almost a complete recline and Sulu sighs again, this time in relief. Kirk's presets are brutal on his spine, not to mention a bit too high off the ground. "Betcha I could make this baby spin like a top."
"It's like you're five," Hannity mutters from her station near Uhura, and Sulu reclines the captains chair, till he can see an upside-down view of fiery red hair and blue uniform. She's quite possibly the sexiest woman Sulu's ever seen. Even upside-down.
"That's Acting Captain Five-Year-Old, sir, to you, matey. Arr!"
"Actually, it's like he's three. I never thought I'd miss Kirk so much. And he's only been gone two hours." Uhura laughs again.
"Which brings us back around to the unfairness of being stuck up here while they live it up on V'Plenniak 5," Sulu grumbles, getting up to pace over to his own station, then Pavel's. Surprisingly, they're still holding orbit with the planet. Haven't crashed and burned even once. Fantastic. Sulu feels so justified at being made acting captain, as opposed to being dirtside with his best friend.
"Will you quit moping, captain? We'll get our turn tomorrow," Hannity says exasperatedly. "And quit pacing, you're making me nervous."
"By tomorrow, all the fun'll be gone. And I'll be down there, bored, sans wingman, left to my own-"
"I'm getting a hailing frequency from the planet. Maybe that's your wingman," Uhura cuts him off to say, laughter still bright in her voice. "Probably just-"
"There're clowns down here . . . dozens of clowns," comes from Uhura's station, and she frowns, punching something into her keypad and adjusting her listening device. The voice comes in louder: "I can hear them laughing."
The voice is so whispery, so near tears, it's impossible to tell who it is, or even what sex they are. Sulu, Hannity, and Uhura all share a glance and roll their eyes. There's only one person the three of them know who'd send a "distress call" like that.
"Sure, there are. Thousands and millions of clowns." Sulu gestures for Uhura to open the channel. "Bridge to crew member, I didn't copy that, please repeat."
"Damnit, there are clowns down here! They . . . they might have knives. Clowns with knives. Oh . . . oh, God. They'll kill us all," the voice says, and it really doesn't sound like Kirk's, come to think of it. In fact, it sounds more like Lieutenant Yerkes, only Sulu's never heard Xena: Warrior Yerkes sound afraid of anything. So it can't be her. . . .
"Who is this?" he demands, thinking that if this is a practical joke, it's not remotely funny. But he's all of a sudden got a very not good feeling.
"Sulu? Oh, thank God!" That tone in her voice sends chills down his spine. "I don't know where they all came from, or why they're so fast. . . ." Yerkes is actually squeaking now. "My God, I can still hear them following us! Daimler's got his phaser on stun, but that's not enough. That's not-" there's a blood-curdling scream and the sound of phaser fire.
Then the channel closes.
For a few moments, no one knows what to say. Then Hannity clears her throat. "Uh . . . that was just a joke, right?"
Just then, the ship gets hailed again.
This time, it's not Yerkes, it's Ensign Tagawa. And it's not clowns chasing him, but mutated Tarkalean razor-boars. Tagawa sounds like he's about to wet himself.
Suddenly Uhura's station lights up with half a dozen other hails.
And that's just the beginning.
TBC