This is an ongoing project, based around the series 5 and 6 casts of Doctor Who and the 2009 Star Trek film. The first chapter is a little short. Feedback of any sort is entirely appreciated.

"Doctor, what were those things?" screamed the red haired girl with a Scottish accent.

"I…I don't know, Amy! I've never even heard of them before. The TARDIS identified them as Klingon, but that means nothing to me. Rory is hurt, badly. We need to get him help. NOW," said a young man in a suit jacket with a bowtie, frantically running from different controls on the panel, waving a small glowing instrument around the whole while.

On the floor of the room they were in lay a young man, with brown hair, pale in the face, with a large gash across his chest from an alien blade. He was fading quickly.

"Rory. Rory, you need to stay with us. You have been through so much worse. You've gotten erased from time before. This is nothing to Rory the Roman," The Doctor said quickly, now jumping up and down, trying to get a lever to move.

Amy rushed to Rory's side and knelt by him, wiping his brow with a cloth she had found. "Rory, you have to make it. I need you. You're my husband, and we're going to have a baby. And I need you here to help raise it. Please. Hang in there."

"HANG ON! We're on autopilot to the nearest medical station who can help him," exclaimed The Doctor as the ship began shaking and making grinding noises.

"You hear that Rory? You're going to live," Amy said, kissing him quickly before grabbing onto a nearby beam for balance.

"GERONIMO!"

"Captain, we've got an intruder in storage bay uhh…storage bay, B-6," chattered a young man with a thick Russian accent.

"We're in warp drive, there's no damn that we have intruders," said a second man, older, with dark brown hair, "look again, Chekov."

"McCoy, I'd like to remind you that's what Spock said when Scotty and I first transported into this very ship, while it was in warp. Let's not take a chance here," said a young man sitting in a chair in the center of the room, full of consoles and men and women typing wildly at them. He then picked up a microphone. "Attention, we need security detail to storage bay B-6, set phasers to stun."

A few moments later, cadets brought in a very distressed Amy and Doctor, and a very weak Rory.

"Captain, one of them is hurt pretty seriously, what should we do," asked one of the cadets.

"Well, our first action is to try patching him up. McCoy, you know the drill. As for you two," the captain said, turning to The Doctor and Amy, "I have some questions that I really want answers to. Namely, how the hell did you get yourselves aboard a Federation ship without clearance, in warp no less?"

"Well, by the Shadow Proclamation, section 12, part 13, if a crew member is mortally injured, nearby ships are obliged to help us if they have the capacity…so I had the TARDIS override your security protocols so we could get in and," The Doctor began.

"Who ARE you? Where are you from? And what on God's green earth is a TARDIS?"

"Well, I'm The Doctor, and this is my friend, Amy Pond. She's brilliant. Ah…well, the TARDIS…that's my ship. It stands for Time and Relative Dimension in Space. She's a beauty."

"You're a doctor. Yet you couldn't patch up your shipmate, as we clearly just saw. What's your name, though? Doctor who?"

"I'm not a doctor. I'm The Doctor. And my name…well, where I'm from…that's not information that we share. A name is a precious thing where I'm from."

"And where exactly are you from?"

"Well, my home planet, Galifrey…it was destroyed in The Time War. I'm the last of the time traveling race known as the Time Lords."

"I've had about enough of your non-answers. Security, take them to the prisoner bay."

"Sir…Captain, I'm sorry I don't know your name. But…he's telling the truth. I've been with him any many adventures through time and space. He's not lying. He is the last Time Lord."

"And let me guess, you're part of some race I've never heard of before. Maybe you have magical powers or something, right?"

"No. I'm just a human. The one who is in your sick bay right now, Rory, and I are humans. And you don't have to take our word for it. If you don't believe he's a Time Lord, do some scans on him. He has two hearts. Just like all Time Lords do. Did."

"You know what? I'll humor you. You two are going to the sick bay with me. C'mon. Don't try any funny business. My name's Jim, by the way. Jim Kirk," he said, giving Amy the tiniest bit of a wink. He then picked up the receiver and spoke into it again: "First Officer Spock, please report to the sick bay immediately."

The three then proceeded through sliding doors into an elevator followed by a small security detail. "Sick bay," Kirk said, apparently to no one, immediately after which the elevator began its descent.