Deep Space Nine: Blast From the Past (Gen/Crack | Bashir, Sisko | G | 150 words | 04/23/07)
Genres/Plot summary: Gen/Crackfic. Bashir and Sisko get into a transporter accident on their way down to Earth.
Author’s Note: I fully blame carmarthen for this. She does have a point, though. Fandom needs more dinosaurs. I referenced the following wikipedia articles for this: 1, 2.
Blast From the Past
They re-materialized seconds after being beamed off the Defiant.
Bashir blinked against a bright light-the sun?-blinding him.
His eyes went wide once his vision cleared. “Sir?”
Sisko, standing in the shade of what appeared to be an enormous tree, had a strange look on his face. “Yes, doctor?”
“…this doesn’t look like Earth.”
The Apatosaurus in front of them swallowed another large stone, and the expression on Bashir’s face clearly showed that he was imagining his head in place of that rock.
Sisko shook his head ponderously. “I’m afraid it does.”
“Sir, if I may-”
Sisko turned and looked at him calmly.
“I think according to Starfleet Regulations, Section 3, paragraph 19, we are required to do everything in our power to…” Bashir swallowed audibly, “prevent ourselves from being eaten. I suggest we remove ourselves from the area immediately.”
“Yes, well, we wouldn’t want another Temporal Investigation, would we?” Sisko grinned at the Apatosaurus. “A damn shame, though.”
Author’s Note: I fully blame carmarthen for this. She does have a point, though. Fandom needs more dinosaurs. I referenced the following wikipedia articles for this: 1, 2.
Blast From the Past
They re-materialized seconds after being beamed off the Defiant.
Bashir blinked against a bright light-the sun?-blinding him.
His eyes went wide once his vision cleared. “Sir?”
Sisko, standing in the shade of what appeared to be an enormous tree, had a strange look on his face. “Yes, doctor?”
“…this doesn’t look like Earth.”
The Apatosaurus in front of them swallowed another large stone, and the expression on Bashir’s face clearly showed that he was imagining his head in place of that rock.
Sisko shook his head ponderously. “I’m afraid it does.”
“Sir, if I may-”
Sisko turned and looked at him calmly.
“I think according to Starfleet Regulations, Section 3, paragraph 19, we are required to do everything in our power to…” Bashir swallowed audibly, “prevent ourselves from being eaten. I suggest we remove ourselves from the area immediately.”
“Yes, well, we wouldn’t want another Temporal Investigation, would we?” Sisko grinned at the Apatosaurus. “A damn shame, though.”