Lately, I have gained an obsessssssion with the Spinnerette webcomics... I have had some fantasies (NOT those fantasies) about it being a possible real reality so I came up with this. Enjoy!

Captains Log 3245.1: The Enterprise is on a course for the Taron system, where a rare planetary collision is about to occur. This once in a lifetime event has been anticipated by the entire crew for several days now. Even Mr. Spock is looking forward to it. Arrival is estimated at 3 hours, 20 minutes.

Kirk shut off the recorder, leant back on his chair and stretched. Boy did he ache. There had been nothing of any real importance in last few days and, despite the optimistic log, the whole crew was depressed. There had been a warp engine failure not two days ago. Scotty was doing his best, but for now, the ship was limited to warp factor 2.3, maybe 2.35 if they pushed the boundaries. With the ship going so slowly, every other Federation starship that was going to view the same phenomenon, had overtaken them with their still function warp drives. Most Captains asked if they could assist the stricken Enterprise, but a few would drop to warp 3, hail them, only to laugh at the embarrased crew of the Federation's limping flagship.

Meanwhile, on the bridge, Spock sat in the central chair. Uhura was in her usual station, Sulu at Navigation and Chekov at Science. They were all bored out of their skin, except Spock, with Sulu barely able to keep his eyes open. The turbolift doors swished open. Scotty and M'Ress waltzed out, Scotty was a little red, indicating his growing crush on the Catian. Not long afterwards, the doors opened again, with Jim Kirk stepping out.

"At ease everyone, just need a repooorrrt!" His final word was drawn out as he yawned. Spock turned in the chair and replyed,

"Most illogical Jim. Do you require sleep? I am quite capable of commanding this vessel for a further few hours." Jim stared sleepily at his friend.

"Just give me a report. Protocol demands that I need to request one every so often." The ship shook as it unexpectedly dropped out of warp. Scott groaned.

"Ach, that'll be the last this warp drive gives to us for t'day Capt'n." He moaned as his stomped over to the engineering console.

"Ohhhhhh! It's not the warp drive! It's subspace int'rfer'nce! Loooks like we won't mek it in time!" Spock, ever curious, rose from the centre chair and went to his usual station, Sciences. Chekov politely removed himself from the station, muttering how the russians invented boredom. After a moment of staring into the informative blue glow of the science viewer, he straightened up, turned to Jim and made his announcement.

"A localised subspace distortion Captain. Highly unstable and gravimetrically volatile. We must retreat to a safer distance if we are to study it further." The ship shook again, and groaned with the strain. Everyone was alert. Jim watched the roof of the bridge for some reason as the venerable cruiser groaned once more.

"I concur Mr Spock, Sulu get us out of here, Maximum impulse power!" Sulu set his lithe fingers to work, pressing the necessary buttons to do the 'get us the hell out of here' maneuver. A whine was heard from behind the bridge as the impulse engines struggled to pull the ship free.

"Gravitational forces are strengthening." Spock observed, once again looking through the viewer.

"Impulse engines failing Capt'n!" shouted Scotty, as the whine of the engines faltered. It was now becoming very hard to stand. Chekov slammed into the bulkhead as the gravitty grew. M'Ress watched as her fur lifted up and jutted out sideways. Kirk struggled to walk as he tried to get to the Command chair. Only Spock was still standing, used to the high gravity of Vulcan. He made his last audible announcment as everyone else blacked out.

"It's no use Captain. We are being pulled in."

There was no light. Jim's eyes adjusted to the darkness. Only the red alert beacons were flashing, giving him the ability to see every few seconds. He was still in his chair, but it felt like he had being lying on his back for hours. With a dry mouth, James requested emergency lights. Dim lighting came into place and revealed everyone slumped in their seats. Only Spock was still conscious.

"Captain" he said blandly, "Are you all right?" Kirk sighed.

"Feel like I lifted a sack of dirt for a long time. Ask a silly question Spock, how long have I been out?"

"Approximately 4 hours Captain. The lights have been down for three." Kirk was puzzled.

"Why didn't you think of turning on the emergency lights?" he asked. Spock raised an eyebrow.

"I can see in the dark Jim." A groan interrupted the conversation and the pair looked round to see Scotty stirring. Jim got up and staggered over to the Scotsman.

"Scotty," there was concern in his voice, "Are you alright?" Scotty rubbed his head as he got up.

"Aye Jim. Must've had a crack on th' bonce. But I'll be alrigh' Cap'n." Jim patted the man on the back, then went over to Spock, who was looking throught the Science monitor.

"Anything Mr Spock?" The half-Vulcan shook his head.

"The sensors are heavily damaged Captain. I can make out we are nearing a planet, but that is all." Kirk looked at his feet grimly. Looking up again, he asked,

"Can you visualise Mr Spock? Get some idea of where we are?" Spock glanced through the monitor's projections once more.

"It will be a rough representation of its surface contours, but yes, I believe I can create a sufficient visual." Jim nodded a 'make it so'. Spock tapped a few controls and the viewscreen flashed into life. A blue-green smudge covered half of it. Jim glared at his friend.

"Be patient Captain. It take a moment for the viewscreen to adjust." No sooner had he finished his sentence, the smudge started to clear up, and fine lines wrote themselves between blue, green and white. When the image could get no finer due to the damage, the three men were shocked.

"Holy mother of god," Scotty cried, "Is that what I think it is?" There in front of them, a bit inaccurate but recogniseable all the same, was Earth.

Captains Log supplemental, Stardate Unknown. It has been 2 hours since the viewscreen showed us a rough version of Earth. Since then most of the crew has woken, save Mr Chekov and some unlucky techs. We also sent a distress call, yet no Starfleet vessel, or anyship for that matter, has answered it. We can only speculate as to what has happened to us at this time.

With the bridge once again bustling with activity, the crew was now trying, and failing, to ascertain their situation. They couldn't tell, what, why, how and, perhaps most importantly, when. What they didn't know they'd also be needing to find out where they had gone.

Uhura had checked and M'Ress had double checked. There was no sign of Federation communications. Yet the vague sensor scans confirmed the world was filled with humans. The population mass was not as large as it was in 2269, nor was it as small as it had been in 1969, when the Enterprise had gone back in time and had the chance to scan. With some restored sensor resolution, Spock had confirmed the population to be upwards of 7 billion people. That put the ship in the early 21st century, between 2011 and 2019, when the population reached 8 billion. However, sensors were not the top priority for ships repairsgetting the impulse engines back to ship-shape running conditions was first. Then the sensors could be repaired.

But all the while, something was niggling Captain Kirk, a feeling that something just... wasn't right. He kept on dismissing it, seeing as they were over 21st century Earth, but there was still something that bothered him. Finally, he could take it no longer.

"Uhura," he suddenly blurted out, "Can we access the Internet?" Uhura was confused.

"The Internet Sir?"

"Yes, the Internet. The World Wide Web of this era." Uhura's confusion vanished.

"Ah the old WWW. Yes, I think we can patch the ships communications into it, but why Captain?"

"To find out the current date. Eastern Seaboard Standard." As Uhura input the criteria, Dr Leonard McCoy, who had been checking up on Scotty's bruised head, came over and started to give Jim a once-over.

"Bones? I'm fine." Jim bewilderly said.

"Obviously not. Here we are, stranded above our own past, probably unable to get back to our time, and you want to know what time it is in New York?" Kirk looked at Bones seriously.

"Something's not right here Bones-" he began, but the pessimistic Doctor cut him off.

"You're right somethings not right Jim, your heads not damn right! Comon, let's get you to sickbay," When Kirk refused to to go willingly, McCoy pulled his arm, "Doctor's Orders!" Spock intervened before Kirk could whack Bones around the face.

"Dr. The Captain is quite alright. He has been rational since he woke." Kirk cut in.

"I have a hunch Bones." McCoy folded his arms and humpfed.

"A hunch?" McCoy's rain of insults was cut off before it had even started when the viewscreen changed to show an old website.

"Time: 11:47PM," Kirk read, "Date... September 11th, 2014." he announced dejectedly. The bridge crew stopped what they were doing and stared at the viewscreen, hoping to have heard wrong. When they read that date, they bowed their heads in sorrow. 258 years on and the effects of the 9/11terroist attacks still had a huge impact. Americans and British would cry for people they had lost and Middle Easterns would kneel in shame for their ancestors atrocities. Spock and M'Ress had no input on the matter, the latter knowing about it, but of course she was Catian, but Jim knew Spock was torn between emotions and logic. But Kirk didn't weep for the fallen. He didn't make the sign of a crucifix. He was still absolutely sure something was wrong. Manually zooming in on Manhatten, Kirk had to know. What he saw made him gasp. When the other crewmembers noticed, they too were motionless with shock. There, clear as crystal, was the unmistakeable outline of two cuboidal skyscrapers: the Twin Towers of the World Trade Centre. Still curious, Kirk went into and searched for the page describing the attacks. But, instead of the page title being September 11th, 2001 Terroist Attacks, it read September 11th, 2001 Terrosim Attempts. The article went into great detail of how the Towers survived that tragic day, but the factor that saved them just added even more confusion to the bridge. In the section named Cause of Plot Failure, it simply said SPIDER MAN INTERVENED.

Yes, that was quite a bombshell wasn't it? To anyone upset by the 9/11 reference, I apoligize, but it is there to give the story more body to it, and to make the reader wonder 'What the hell is going on?'