Title: One Universe Over

Fandoms: Star Trek : The Original Series, first five years and Enterprise, first season

Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone from the Star Trek universes; past, present or future. I am merely borrowing them.

Summary: In an infinite number of alternate universes, two Starships named Enterprise meet. The meeting has vast consequences not only for the future of one universe, but for two crew members personally.

Warnings: In this story Kirk and Spock are bondmates, but this is only a plot device so that they can explain certain things to T'Pol and Trip. I personally hated the way the series 'Enterprise' took Gene Rodenberry's vision of Vulcans and their history and threw (nearly) everything that was cannon out the window. So meet the crew of the Enterprise NX-01, just one universe over!

Chapter One

Having an alien ship jump up from out of no where and take potshots at them was common enough for the bridge crew of the Starship Enterprise, NCC-1701 that they managed to take it in stride. While Captain Kirk and most of the rest of the bridge crew were caught up in keeping their ship intact and their crew alive, Lieutenant Uhura was trying to find a way to contact the other ship to find out just why they were attacking the Enterprise. "Why do they always do this? It just isn't logical as Mr. Spock would say," Uhura muttered to herself. She hated it when any group of people wanted to shoot first and talk later.

Her fingers danced over her comm board, trying frequency after frequency and getting no response. Finally she was able to hear something, although she wasn't able to understand it. She automatically hit record, simultaneously set her standard 'we're from the federation, we're peaceful explorers, please quit shooting at us' message to broadcast through yet more frequencies and began to try and figure out what it was she was listening to.

Down in engineering, Mr. Scott was hard at work keeping the Enterprises engines running and orchestrating repairs as needed. And they were needed. Whatever weapons their opponent was using, was giving his precious ship a beating. Shields were fluctuating all over the ship, circuits were fried here and there, and there was even a small hull breach. That was enough to send Scotty into a tizzy of curses originating from all over the federation and a few from outside it. He loved his ship like she was his own child and any damage to her was enough to tear at his heart.

Dr. McCoy and Nurse Chapel were keeping watch in Sickbay and preparing for casualties. There was absolutely nothing that the good doctor hated more than the senseless violence and injuries that people of all species inflicted on one another. When those in danger were the men and women who counted him as their personal physician, duty bound to tend to their every illness, injury and mental health he became even crankier than usual. Even as he made sure that his sickbay would be able to handle anything that was thrown at him and those under his command, he said a prayer for those who were as close as family to him. He didn't want to see any of them being carried in here today.

Up on the bridge, Mr. Sulu and Mr. Chekov were operating like the seamless team they were. They were hands down the best navigator and helmsman in Starfleet and best friends besides. While Chekov kept Sulu aware of where everything was and made sure that there was a path for Sulu to navigate, Sulu flew the ship and fired the ship's phasers every time he had an opening. They were so good as a team that one joker had actually asked if they were sure that it was their First Officer and Captain that were bondmates instead of the two of them. The two men had taken the jibe in the fun spirit it had been meant, mostly because they knew the difference. When Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock were working on a single project they were the two bodies, one soul that the Vulcan mystics spoke about.

As for the two famous bondmates, at the moment all they were concerned about was the safety of their ship and crew. "Fire photon torpedoes!" Kirk ordered as he was knocked around by the crash of weapons fire against the shields. He clung grimly to the sides of his command chair. It was an order that he had to give as the phaser banks needed time to recharge. He had no choice, but at the same time, that one order changed a great many more things than just who would win this particular battle.

The Enterprise's photon torpedoes were intercepted by a similar weapon from the other ship; but with one distinct difference. When the explosions occurred, they didn't rip into the ships. They ripped a hole in the fabric of space itself. Neither ship was able to turn away from the rip and sailed through, still exchanging weapons fire.

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The Starship Enterprise, NX-01 was simply completely and utterly minding her own business. Her warp 5 engines were shut down and even the impulse engines were at an idle. Simply put, she was dead in the waters of space waiting for Commander Tucker and his engineers to make the delicate adjustments that were needed to replace her Lithium crystals with Dilithum crystals. As far as anyone on board the ship could tell they were out in the middle of no where, doing not much of anything while waiting on the engineers so they could get going.

Commander Tucker had been given the crystals as a parting gift and thank you from an alien ship that they had just rescued the day before. The aliens had suffered from their ship running into a microsingularity. The results, while not completely catastrophic, had resulted in quite a few injuries including their Chief Engineer. Dr. Phlox had been very helpful in treating the wounded and Commander Tucker had been instrumental in getting their repairs organized. It turned out that the aliens had been running a training mission and in Engineering the only experienced officer had been the Chief. The crystals were the best gift that the Chief had felt it could give a fellow engineer. Commander Tucker had agreed and had been very vocal in persuading Captain Archer to let him upgrade his engines. It was only supposed to take a few hours and for the increased capacity, Archer had agreed.

Now as he sat in his command chair looking at the tear in space directly ahead of him, all Archer could do was silently cuss out a certain best friend and Chief Engineer. They couldn't move the ship to get out of the way and while the rip didn't seem to be moving, something was coming out of it. "ALL HANDS BRACE FOR IMPACT!" he yelled as he grabbed the arms of his chair. Two ships, both larger than the Enterprise, came racing out of the rip, both of them firing some type of weaponry at each other. Archer could see the saucer section of one of the ships as it came directly at them. While it was all over in a matter of a few seconds, one thing was burned into Archer's mind. The lettering on the hull of the larger of the two ships, the one that had made a direct impact on them, was USS ENTERPRISE, NCC-1701.

Enterprise NX-01 was knocked away from the two battling ships by the impact. This action, although unintended by either party, placed the larger ship between the NX-01 and the ship it was battling. This turned out to be fortunate as the unidentified ship exploded within two minutes after emerging into the NX-01's universe. "Travis, tell me we've got impulse!" Archer called from where he had been thrown to the floor.

"Aye sir," Ensign Travis Mayweather called back as he simultaneously climbed back into his chair and used the impulse engines to stabilize the ship. The other Enterprise had taken the brunt of the explosion but did not seem to be in major difficulty.

"Status!" Archer called as he too returned to his seat.

"Impulse engines on line, we are holding stable," Ensign Mayweather said.

"Weapons offline," Lieutenant Reed said.

"Communications, partial," Ensign Sato said. "Internal is mostly alright, but external, well I think that I can get you audio Captain, but visual is out."

"Damage reports are still coming in," SubCommander T'Pol reported. "The smaller of the two ships involved in the altercation has been destroyed. The other has sustained damage, but I am unable to confirm how extensive. As for the," the Vulcan female paused uncertain what to call the tear in space, "aperture, it appears to be growing."