Crossover -- "Stranger Things"
written for 
synecdochic's 101 Time JD Neilson Hitched a Ride
crossover of
synecdochic's (loosely Stargate SG-1-based) Broken Wings 'verse and Star Trek: Enterprise (pre-series)
Trip knows it's an affectation, having a car.
Stranger Things | G | 560 words | complete
Trip knows it's an affectation, having a car in a decade, a century when most people take a shuttle or ride a bike. The engineer in him has always been fascinating by things that move, how they tick, and he'd built his baby from spare parts and old solar panels and hundred year old blueprints. It had been something to do on the hot, lazy summers when the rest of the kids were playing baseball and his sister was off at summer camp.
He also knows it's an affectation to want the car to be in San Francisco, even though he's not going to get to drive it much, and hopefully in a few months' time he'll be out there, if everything goes according to schedule. Which it might not, if the Vulcans have their way.
Trip hardly expected to see any other drivers on the road, much less hitchhikers. But the flat, open highway revealed a figure walking along the side of the road. Trip pulled up beside the figure, a teenage kid with a big, beat-up backpack. He looked up, and Trip frowned; the kid couldn't have been older than sixteen.
“Hey, want a ride?” Trip asked, and he recognized the universal teenage expression of annoyance at adult interference on the kid's face. "It's hot, and I've got air conditioning."
The kid seemed to smile despite himself. "Sure." Trip popped the doors and the kid got in, tossing his bag into the footwell and sliding into the seat.
Trip waited for the click of the seatbelt before he pulled back onto the road. "So, where're you headed?" he asked, after a few minutes of awkward silence.
Out of the corner of his eye, Trip saw the kid shrug. "The next town, I guess."
"I think the next town on this road is a filling station and a stoplight," Trip said, and the kid snorted. "It's still a way's off, but I'm headed to San Francisco. I can drop you off somewhere along the way."
"Alright." The kid must have felt Trip's eyes on him in the mirror, because he sighed. "I'm an emancipated minor, I just wanted to see a bit more of the world. I've got the paperwork in my bag if you want to see it." Trip had the feeling he'd given that speech a bunch of times before.
"That's fine," Trip said lightly. "Call me Trip."
"JD." The kid dug in his bag and pulled out a portable computer, one of the old-fashioned kind with a separate keyboard and screen. "I was thinking Oregon, maybe, but I can head up the coast from San Fran. I'll spring for gas."
Trip hadn't heard that old term used for fuel cell charging in years. He knew not to try to turn the kid down. They settled into companionable-enough silence for a while. Trip couldn't help trying to catch a glimpse of what the kid was working on. He decided it was some kind of programming project, but the language the kid's using wasn't familiar. "You know, the Fleet's always looking for more programmers. You should consider joining up."
"Enlist? I don't think so," the kid snorted, and Trip thought he might have added "been there, done that" under his breath. He barely looked old enough to be out of school, but Trip knew stranger things had happened.
Feedback is better than chocolate.
A/N: Trek canon is ridiculously inconsistent about cars, so I just made some shit up. Plot lines twisted slightly to fit.
synecdochic's 101 Time JD Neilson Hitched a Ride
crossover of
synecdochic's (loosely Stargate SG-1-based) Broken Wings 'verse and Star Trek: Enterprise (pre-series)
Trip knows it's an affectation, having a car.
Stranger Things | G | 560 words | complete
Trip knows it's an affectation, having a car in a decade, a century when most people take a shuttle or ride a bike. The engineer in him has always been fascinating by things that move, how they tick, and he'd built his baby from spare parts and old solar panels and hundred year old blueprints. It had been something to do on the hot, lazy summers when the rest of the kids were playing baseball and his sister was off at summer camp.
He also knows it's an affectation to want the car to be in San Francisco, even though he's not going to get to drive it much, and hopefully in a few months' time he'll be out there, if everything goes according to schedule. Which it might not, if the Vulcans have their way.
Trip hardly expected to see any other drivers on the road, much less hitchhikers. But the flat, open highway revealed a figure walking along the side of the road. Trip pulled up beside the figure, a teenage kid with a big, beat-up backpack. He looked up, and Trip frowned; the kid couldn't have been older than sixteen.
“Hey, want a ride?” Trip asked, and he recognized the universal teenage expression of annoyance at adult interference on the kid's face. "It's hot, and I've got air conditioning."
The kid seemed to smile despite himself. "Sure." Trip popped the doors and the kid got in, tossing his bag into the footwell and sliding into the seat.
Trip waited for the click of the seatbelt before he pulled back onto the road. "So, where're you headed?" he asked, after a few minutes of awkward silence.
Out of the corner of his eye, Trip saw the kid shrug. "The next town, I guess."
"I think the next town on this road is a filling station and a stoplight," Trip said, and the kid snorted. "It's still a way's off, but I'm headed to San Francisco. I can drop you off somewhere along the way."
"Alright." The kid must have felt Trip's eyes on him in the mirror, because he sighed. "I'm an emancipated minor, I just wanted to see a bit more of the world. I've got the paperwork in my bag if you want to see it." Trip had the feeling he'd given that speech a bunch of times before.
"That's fine," Trip said lightly. "Call me Trip."
"JD." The kid dug in his bag and pulled out a portable computer, one of the old-fashioned kind with a separate keyboard and screen. "I was thinking Oregon, maybe, but I can head up the coast from San Fran. I'll spring for gas."
Trip hadn't heard that old term used for fuel cell charging in years. He knew not to try to turn the kid down. They settled into companionable-enough silence for a while. Trip couldn't help trying to catch a glimpse of what the kid was working on. He decided it was some kind of programming project, but the language the kid's using wasn't familiar. "You know, the Fleet's always looking for more programmers. You should consider joining up."
"Enlist? I don't think so," the kid snorted, and Trip thought he might have added "been there, done that" under his breath. He barely looked old enough to be out of school, but Trip knew stranger things had happened.
Feedback is better than chocolate.
A/N: Trek canon is ridiculously inconsistent about cars, so I just made some shit up. Plot lines twisted slightly to fit.