Bright Lights
Title: Bright Lights
Author: robinfanatic
Characters: Vaizey, Kirk, McCoy
Rating: G
Words: 962
Disclaimer: BBC & TA own; I just want to play in their universe
A/N: a Robin Hood/Star Trek crossover
Summary: Kirk and McCoy inadvertently beam into Sherwood and encounter the Sheriff
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Bright Lights
by robinfanatic
There was the oddest shimmer then a whitish glow on the old North Road. Vaizey’s horse spooked violently, reared on its hind legs, and threw him. His body smacked the ground with a thud, his head knocking the forest floor. Stunned, Vaizey looked up before he passed out and saw the animal disappearing over a ridge and two oddly-dressed men walking towards him. He groaned and his head fell back against the cold wet leaves on the ground. Then everything went black.
“He’ll be all right,” McCoy said after checking Vaizey for broken bones and bleeding. “I’m a doctor, Jim.”
“But not a cultural anthropologist, right?” Kirk grinned.
The captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise studied their surroundings. Forest. Dirt road, if you could call it that. Leaf-covered trail barely wide enough for a small vehicle. He listened. No mechanical sounds. No noise save the wind rustling leaves on the trees and some birdsong. Peaceful. They were definitely not on Romulus.
The unconscious man was well dressed in black with a cloak lined and rimmed in fancy fir - ugliest damn thing Kirk had ever seen. Probably a man of means. Sword and dagger. He tapped the phaser on his own belt. No need to disarm the man. Phaser set to stun beat primitive weapons most any day. Kirk tried to place the wardrobe. It was a bit difficult to gauge. Earth-like. Perhaps Middle Ages.
“Right, Bones. But where do you suppose we are?” Kirk flipped his communicator open. “Enterprise, this is Kirk. What happened? Enterprise, come in, Enterprise. ”
“Damn transporters. Are we stranded? Where the hell - or should I say - when the hell are we?” McCoy asked.
“Enterprise?” Kirk eyed a patch of sky through the trees. “I’m sure they’re looking for us, Bones.”
Vaizey’s eyes fluttered opened and he groaned as he attempted to sit.
“Just a bump on the head. You’ll be fine but don’t get up too quickly,” McCoy said, leaning down to help him up. “I’m McCoy by the way. And who might you be?”
Vaizey eyed their odd dress and the interesting crest both men wore on their shirts. That arrowhead shape. Some new symbol for Hood’s gang? “Are you outlaws?”
McCoy laughed. Kirk threw him a glare. They always had to consider the prime directive.
“No, no, of course we’re not outlaws,” McCoy said.
“Lost in Sherwood?” Vaizey smirked. “No horses.”
“Sherwood?” Kirk’s eyes brightened. “They were stolen,” he said, looking at McCoy to confirm his story.
“Stolen by outlaws,” McCoy added.
“Hood,” Vaizey said. “You were headed to--”
“Nottingham,” Kirk replied.
“I can’t quite place your accent, sir.”
Oh what the hell. “I’m from Iowa.”
Vaizey pretended to know he’d heard that name. “Ah, nice place...or so I’ve heard. And what is your business in Nottingham?”
“Why are you so interested?” Kirk asked.
“I make it my business to know what happens in my shire.” Vaizey grunted as he stood up, still a bit shaky. “I don’t believe I got your name.”
“It’s Kirk. Jim Kirk,” he replied. “Your shire?”
“Kirk, Jim Kirk,” Vaizey repeated. He eyed McCoy up and down then looked back at Kirk. “From Iowa. I am Vaizey, Sheriff of Nottingham.”
“Great balls of fire, Jim!” McCoy exclaimed. “It’s the sheriff.”
“You’ve heard of me? In Iowa?” Vaizey asked.
“Well, of course,” McCoy replied. “Everyone knows about you and Robin Hood. There are stories told all the time. And mov-- I mean plays.”
Kirk shook his head, rolled his eyes. He hoped Bones remembered he was dealing with the villain of those legends. He tapped his communicator again hoping to get a signal from the Enterprise.
“Plays? Dramatic re-enactments of my life?” Vaizey grinned. His life on stage. He rather liked that idea and suddenly realized it might be a money-making venture. Some for Prince John and the Black Knights. More for him. “In Iowa? Hm... and you’ve seen some of these? The people enjoy them?”
“You bet,” McCoy said. “The stories are told over and over.”
“Enough, Bones,” Kirk said. He turned to Vaizey. “How far is it to Nottingham?”
“Two miles or so. I was coming back from Nettlestone--” Vaizey paused, suddenly remembering how he’d ended up on the ground. “You two - did you see a shimmering light right before my horse threw me?”
“No,” Kirk shook his head, straight-faced. “We were just walking along the road and heard you coming. Next thing, your horse spooked and well--”
“Yes, yes. Well, we can’t just stand here. Those outlaws might return.” Vaizey eyed them again. “Surprised they left you with those fancy boots. Some of them won’t think twice about taking the clothes off your back... though your clothes are odd. Iowa, eh?”
Kirk nodded. “Iowa.”
“This way,” Vaizey said. He turned and started to walk away.
Kirk’s communicator beeped. Vaizey turned round to see Kirk and McCoy disappear in a shimmering light. His eyes grew wide and he stared dumbfounded. His knees weak, Vaizey plopped to the forest floor. He rubbed the bump on his head, wiped his hands across his eyes.
“No, no, no. I did not imagine them. People do not just... disappear.”
Vaizey’s horse trotted up and nudged the back of his head. He took hold of the reins then stood up, looking round the forest. He sucked in a deep breath, shaking off his apprehension. He pulled himself back to his feet and mounted his horse. Just a dream, he thought. A dream caused by his fall. But by no means a nightmare, he decided as he began to think of the money he would make having his life story told on the stage. Nottingham. York. And London. Bright lights - and gold and silver coin - indeed.
Author: robinfanatic
Characters: Vaizey, Kirk, McCoy
Rating: G
Words: 962
Disclaimer: BBC & TA own; I just want to play in their universe
A/N: a Robin Hood/Star Trek crossover
Summary: Kirk and McCoy inadvertently beam into Sherwood and encounter the Sheriff
>>>------------->>
Bright Lights
by robinfanatic
There was the oddest shimmer then a whitish glow on the old North Road. Vaizey’s horse spooked violently, reared on its hind legs, and threw him. His body smacked the ground with a thud, his head knocking the forest floor. Stunned, Vaizey looked up before he passed out and saw the animal disappearing over a ridge and two oddly-dressed men walking towards him. He groaned and his head fell back against the cold wet leaves on the ground. Then everything went black.
“He’ll be all right,” McCoy said after checking Vaizey for broken bones and bleeding. “I’m a doctor, Jim.”
“But not a cultural anthropologist, right?” Kirk grinned.
The captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise studied their surroundings. Forest. Dirt road, if you could call it that. Leaf-covered trail barely wide enough for a small vehicle. He listened. No mechanical sounds. No noise save the wind rustling leaves on the trees and some birdsong. Peaceful. They were definitely not on Romulus.
The unconscious man was well dressed in black with a cloak lined and rimmed in fancy fir - ugliest damn thing Kirk had ever seen. Probably a man of means. Sword and dagger. He tapped the phaser on his own belt. No need to disarm the man. Phaser set to stun beat primitive weapons most any day. Kirk tried to place the wardrobe. It was a bit difficult to gauge. Earth-like. Perhaps Middle Ages.
“Right, Bones. But where do you suppose we are?” Kirk flipped his communicator open. “Enterprise, this is Kirk. What happened? Enterprise, come in, Enterprise. ”
“Damn transporters. Are we stranded? Where the hell - or should I say - when the hell are we?” McCoy asked.
“Enterprise?” Kirk eyed a patch of sky through the trees. “I’m sure they’re looking for us, Bones.”
Vaizey’s eyes fluttered opened and he groaned as he attempted to sit.
“Just a bump on the head. You’ll be fine but don’t get up too quickly,” McCoy said, leaning down to help him up. “I’m McCoy by the way. And who might you be?”
Vaizey eyed their odd dress and the interesting crest both men wore on their shirts. That arrowhead shape. Some new symbol for Hood’s gang? “Are you outlaws?”
McCoy laughed. Kirk threw him a glare. They always had to consider the prime directive.
“No, no, of course we’re not outlaws,” McCoy said.
“Lost in Sherwood?” Vaizey smirked. “No horses.”
“Sherwood?” Kirk’s eyes brightened. “They were stolen,” he said, looking at McCoy to confirm his story.
“Stolen by outlaws,” McCoy added.
“Hood,” Vaizey said. “You were headed to--”
“Nottingham,” Kirk replied.
“I can’t quite place your accent, sir.”
Oh what the hell. “I’m from Iowa.”
Vaizey pretended to know he’d heard that name. “Ah, nice place...or so I’ve heard. And what is your business in Nottingham?”
“Why are you so interested?” Kirk asked.
“I make it my business to know what happens in my shire.” Vaizey grunted as he stood up, still a bit shaky. “I don’t believe I got your name.”
“It’s Kirk. Jim Kirk,” he replied. “Your shire?”
“Kirk, Jim Kirk,” Vaizey repeated. He eyed McCoy up and down then looked back at Kirk. “From Iowa. I am Vaizey, Sheriff of Nottingham.”
“Great balls of fire, Jim!” McCoy exclaimed. “It’s the sheriff.”
“You’ve heard of me? In Iowa?” Vaizey asked.
“Well, of course,” McCoy replied. “Everyone knows about you and Robin Hood. There are stories told all the time. And mov-- I mean plays.”
Kirk shook his head, rolled his eyes. He hoped Bones remembered he was dealing with the villain of those legends. He tapped his communicator again hoping to get a signal from the Enterprise.
“Plays? Dramatic re-enactments of my life?” Vaizey grinned. His life on stage. He rather liked that idea and suddenly realized it might be a money-making venture. Some for Prince John and the Black Knights. More for him. “In Iowa? Hm... and you’ve seen some of these? The people enjoy them?”
“You bet,” McCoy said. “The stories are told over and over.”
“Enough, Bones,” Kirk said. He turned to Vaizey. “How far is it to Nottingham?”
“Two miles or so. I was coming back from Nettlestone--” Vaizey paused, suddenly remembering how he’d ended up on the ground. “You two - did you see a shimmering light right before my horse threw me?”
“No,” Kirk shook his head, straight-faced. “We were just walking along the road and heard you coming. Next thing, your horse spooked and well--”
“Yes, yes. Well, we can’t just stand here. Those outlaws might return.” Vaizey eyed them again. “Surprised they left you with those fancy boots. Some of them won’t think twice about taking the clothes off your back... though your clothes are odd. Iowa, eh?”
Kirk nodded. “Iowa.”
“This way,” Vaizey said. He turned and started to walk away.
Kirk’s communicator beeped. Vaizey turned round to see Kirk and McCoy disappear in a shimmering light. His eyes grew wide and he stared dumbfounded. His knees weak, Vaizey plopped to the forest floor. He rubbed the bump on his head, wiped his hands across his eyes.
“No, no, no. I did not imagine them. People do not just... disappear.”
Vaizey’s horse trotted up and nudged the back of his head. He took hold of the reins then stood up, looking round the forest. He sucked in a deep breath, shaking off his apprehension. He pulled himself back to his feet and mounted his horse. Just a dream, he thought. A dream caused by his fall. But by no means a nightmare, he decided as he began to think of the money he would make having his life story told on the stage. Nottingham. York. And London. Bright lights - and gold and silver coin - indeed.