Welcome one and all to my very first Star Trek Fic! See, I've just been trying to watch every episode of Star Trek: TNG. So far, I've gotten through all of S1, most of S2, and some of S3 and 4. Anyways, I've become admittedly obsessed. I can't stop drawing the characters, and I can't wait to watch the other episodes. This ickle ficcy idea came last night as I was stressing over a virus on my compy. I decided, why not? I haven't abandoned my first love- Doctor Who- so what'd be so wrong in crossing them over? So yeah. Rose and Tenth Doctor time period, and around the second/third season of ST.

Disclaimer: I own neither Doctor Who or Star Trek: The Next Generation.


"Engage," Captain Jean-Luc Picard commanded. He fell back into his chair, still alert.

Ensign Wesley Crusher nodded quickly, pressing the appropriate buttons. The view screen showed the stars zooming by the colossal USS Enterprise. Lieutenant Commander Data and Ensign Crusher professionally monitored the ships, keeping everything steady. Commander William Riker reclined in his seat, a confident smirk playing on his lips. Counselor Deanna Troi sneaked a glance at him, all the while feeling the uplifted spirits of the rest of the crew. Lieutenant Worf Kept his usual expression, always ready for any danger.

"Sir," Data articulated, breaking the comfortable quiet. He inclined his head towards the captain. "We are picking up some strange readings."

"What sort of readings, Mr. Data?" Picard leaned forward, ready for the answer.

"I am not sure, sir. It looks as if-" Data was cut off by a loud noise.

VWORP VWORP VWORP VWORP

A strong wind blew through the bridge as a large object materialized just in front of Wesley and Data's stations. Worf was ready immediately. He pulled one of the ensigns aside. The both of them rushed down to the now-solid blue box. Worf drew his phaser and pointed it at the wooden invader, waiting.

Riker rose from his seat. "What the hell is this?"

Captain Picard, ever calm, stood up as well.

"I can feel people in there," Deanna informed the captain. "They seem… excited. Eager. I don't feel any hostilities from them."

Picard nodded. He took a few steps closer to the giant blue box. "Police box? Data..."

Data tilted his head to the side, observing the police box. He paused for a few seconds. "Police box. A telephone kiosk. A callbox. Especially prevalent during the late 19th century and the early to mid 20th century. Police boxes were located in public areas for the utilization of members of the police force, or for the public to call the police. The first police box was constructed in 1877 in Albany, New York. Police boxes were initially phased out in the 1970's, but remained well into the-"

"Alright, Data. But what is one doing in my ship? As far as I can tell, these sorts of things don't generally travel through space."

"Hm," Data paused again. He took a deep breath and continued, "There are numerous reports throughout history of a "magical" blue box. Most are simply wild accusations, strange stories, legends, and conspiracy theories, many of which deal with aliens and the unexplained. A large amount of these accounts seem to come from the late 1900's and early 2000's." The android stopped. "Curious."

"What is it Data," Riker asked. He was increasingly uneasy with the static blue box. Plus, Data's info-dumps could really get on his nerves.

"Although these documentations seem to have no basis in truth, the majority of them have one common factor."

"And that would be?" Worf growled, his phaser still aimed at the object. He was growing impatient and edgy. It was silent and confounding. Who, or what, was in there?

"Most records have some reference to a strange being named… the Doctor. There are also several mentions of one or more companions," Data spouted. "Sir, do you believe this "Doctor" could be inside that blue box?"

"I don't know." The captain raised his voice. "Picard to engineering. La Forge."

"Yessir," Geordi's voice answered overhead.

"Have you gotten any… interesting readings down there? Any alerts?"

"Uh, no sir. Why do you… Whoa! There's something on the bridge!"

"Yes," the captain replied. "We've noticed."

"I-I'm sorry sir! We didn't catch that! I don't know how it got in without an intruder alert! And our shields are up!"

"Alright, La Forge. I think it would be a good idea for you to come up to the bridge."

"Right away, sir!"

"Captain!" Deanna cried.

"What is it, Counselor?" Picard turned to the half-Betazoid.

"I think they're coming out!"

As if answering Deanna, the doors of the police box, opposite the crew, opened with a creak.


"Where are we going now?" Rose shouted over the din of the TARDIS.

"I have no idea!" the Doctor yelled back, grinning. He was using both hands and one of his trainer-clad feet to control his time machine.

Suddenly, the TARDIS stopped. The halt was much more abrupt than usual, and both the Doctor and Rose were hurled off their feet (or foot, in the Doctor's case). The floor beneath them ceased its shaking. The Doctor leapt to his feet.

"What a ride!" he laughed. "Rose, are you alright?"

The Londoner had rolled across the floor and slammed into the TARDIS door. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Where are we?"

"Hm, I think we're on a ship!" the Doctor told her cheerily.

"A ship?" Rose attempted to get up, but felt a searing pain in her shoulder. "Owowow!"

"Rose!" The Doctor ran to her, carefully helping her up. He examined her shoulder gingerly. "Well," he sighed, "it looks dislocated. Come on, I'll fix you up. The Doctor is in!"

Rose nodded, following the Time Lord to another area of the TARDIS.

"Okay, now we can go," the Doctor called several minutes later.

"Let's," Rose agreed. She was sore, but relatively fixed up.

The Doctor opened the door, stepping out onto the ship. Rose followed close behind.

"Amazing!" she breathed, catching the view screen in her sights.

"Ooh, wherever we are, we seem to be moving. And fast!" The Doctor observed, giving an impressed whistle. He closed the TARDIS doors behind him.

"Let's explore!" Rose spewed excitedly. She grabbed the Doctor's hand in her, leading him around the TARDIS. She was surprised to find the young Wesley Crusher staring curiously up at her, his station blocking her path. "There are people… A lot of people…" Rose said with disbelief.

"Apparently so," the Doctor replied, a mischievous look in his eyes. He navigated around Wesley, only to come face to phaser with Worf.

"Watch ou- whoa!" Rose's eyes widened at the sight of the Klingon.

Captain Picard walked up behind Worf. "Captain," Worf growled. "Stay back. They could be dangerous."

"Hardly!" Rose snorted.

"Now, now, Rose," the Doctor tutted. "I'm sure this… Klingon, right? I'm sure this incredibly honorable Klingon was just being safe." Worf snarled menacingly at him. Rose shied back behind the Doctor.

"Who are you?" Picard spoke up. He maintained a cool demeanor while regarding the strange invaders.

The Doctor grinned. "Hello! I'm the- Oh no way!" Worf's phaser appeared to have caught his eye. "Is that a phaser?"

"Phaser?" Rose posed.

"Wonderful piece of technology. Phasers are superior to lasers and- wait! What am I saying?! It's just a glorified gun!" the doctor babbled, apparently forgetting about the Enterprise crew.

"I would appreciate you telling me who the hell you are, and what the hell you are doing on my ship!" Picard barked, breaking the Doctor from his reverie. Both he and Rose froze, realizing they'd made the captain angry.

"Oh yes, of course. I'm the Doctor. This is my companion, Rose." Picard noted how it was just as Data had said: the Doctor and his companion. "Where are we?"

"I don't believe they're dangerous," Deanna spoke up from her seat. "All I feel is some confusion, the same excitement as before, and a little worry. No malicious intent."

The captain nodded. "I agree, and I trust you, Counselor. Worf…" Picard motioned to the security chief's station.

"But sir-!" the Klingon protested. The captain gave him a knowing look, and he relented. In his place, Riker took a place by the Picard.

"Before we answer your question, we have a few of our own," he said.

"Yes, yes, go ahead." The Doctor nodded.

Just then La Forge entered the bridge from the turbolift. "Sorry for the delay Cap- holy-! That's the object?! How did that get past our shields?!" Geordi sputtered.

"Oh, that," the Doctor mused. "I'm not really sure. We were just traveling-"

"In a box? Both of you?" Wesley piped up. Rose turned and looked at him.

"It's bigger on the inside." Wesley blushed when Rose addressed him. He shyly looked down.

"And?" Riker asked.

"And we just landed here, wherever here is," Rose supplied, shrugging.

"You know our names, who are all you?" the Doctor continued.

The captain spoke first. "I am Jean-Luc Picard, captain of the-"

The Doctor stopped him short. "Waitwaitwait! Hold on! You're Captain Picard?! Then this must be- oh yes!" The Doctor took his first good look around. "Yes! This is the USS Enterprise! Enterprise D, I believe! Brilliant! Marvelous!" the Doctor cried.

"I see you're a fan," Riker muttered, chuckling.

"Enterprise?"

"Yes, Rose, the Enterprise! Possibly the greatest line of ships in Earth history! You humans do pretty well for yourselves in the next, oh, 145 years, give or take…"

"So you know the Enterprise, do you?" Picard smirked.

"Yes, and I know you, Captain, and may I say it is an honor to meet you. An honor!" The Doctor took Picard's hand and shook it vigorously.

"Thank you…" Picard replied hesitantly, a little shocked. "Who are you?"

"I told you, I'm the Doctor!"

"Doctor who?" Worf rumbled from his station, still distrustful of the unexpected visitors (he still had his phaser at hand, just in case).

The Doctor shrugged. "Just the Doctor."

"Well, what are you?" Geordi approached the Doctor. "You're sure as hell not human. You've got two hearts!"

"Indeed I have! What is this?" The Doctor examined Geordi's eyepiece. "Fantastic! May I?"

"Uh, I'd rather not." Geordi put his hand protectively over his VISOR.

"Oh… Are you blind? And that lets you see, well, not normal sight. Let me guess, a whole spectrum of visions, like infrared?"

"Yeah… exactly!" Geordi was amazed.

"Anyways, in response to your question, seeing as I can't hide it… I'm what you'd call a Time Lord. Rose is a plain ol' human."

"Hey!"

"Well you are."

"Time Lord?" Riker crossed his arms, and amused expression on his face.

"Time Lord." Data stopped his work, speaking up for the first time in a while. He appeared to be searching his internal databanks for information. "I can not find much information on Time Lords. One record under the name Torchwood provides that Time Lords hail from Gallifrey and can travel through time and space. They were apparently one of the oldest, most technologically powerful races. There is a hint of a "time war," but nothing more."

"Time travel? That makes sense," Picard muttered contemplatively.

"Oh, very good," the Doctor said, walking to Data. "And who or what are you?"

"I am Data. I am an android," Data answered plainly.

"An android? I once knew an android…" the Doctor murmured, a faraway look in his eyes.

"Yeah, well I once knew an Anne Droid," Rose added, shuddering. Data gave her an inquiring look, but eventually dismissed it.

Captain Picard smiled. "Successful time travel is very impressive. I don't suppose you and your friend are much of a threat to our lives. As you obviously know, I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard. This is my Number One, William Riker. Ensign Wesley Crusher, Lieutenant Commander Data, Chief Engineer Geordi La Forge, Lieutenant Worf…" As Picard introduced his senior officers, the Doctor and Rose went about greeting them. "… and this is Counselor Deanna Troi."

The Doctor leaned in closer to Deanna. "Are you an empath?"

She nodded amazedly at the Doctor. Such complex emotions she felt from him! "I am half-Betazoid."

"Lovely. Painfully honest, Betazoids!" the Doctor chortled.

Rose, meanwhile, turned anxiously to Picard. "We're not in the way, are we?"

"Oh, yes, sorry! We probably are! You must be on some kind of important mission!" The Doctor smacked his head in realization.

"As a matter of fact, we are. Sorry to send you off like this, Doctor but your…" Riker waved at the police box.

"TARDIS."

"Your TARDIS is blocking our view screen," Riker said, chuckling.

"It is indeed!"

"It was great meeting you all," Rose said sweetly, waving goodbye to the crew. Finally, she gave Wesley a grin that made him blush. The Doctor waved as well, ushering Rose into the TARDIS.

"Amazing," the Doctor sighed.

"Have fun?" Rose giggled. She got herself ready to go. The Doctor pulled the lever and…

"It's… not going!"

"You're right. Something's wrong." The Doctor whipped out his glasses, perching them on his nose. He ran a hand through his messy hair, fiddling with the TARDIS controls.

"Can you fix it?"

"It could take some time…"


"Captain Picard sat back in his chair, waiting for the TARDIS to disappear in the same way it appeared. Instead, the creaking of the door opening filled the bridge again.

"Doctor?" Data inquired, seeing the Time Lord stick his head out of the doors.

"It seems we have a problem," the Doctor told him.

Picard rose. "A problem?

"My ship appears to be broken."


Wow. Dear lord that was long. Chapter one done. There should be one or two more chapters, most probably shorter than this'un. It was originally supposed to be a oneshot, but I decided to stick a plot in there. Yikes. There! Were! So! Many! Exclamation! Points! And Worf got the line! Doctor Who? Data info-dumps… so tiresome! Wikipedia is my best friend!

Well, please review? How was my characterization? How's the plot? Do you want me to continue? I've been out of FF for a while. I need motivation!