"Oh my God!" she shrieked as four sparkling beams of blinding light materialized in front of her car. "What the hell!"
The spotlights coalesced slowly into silhouettes of people, blinking back and forth between particles and beings, before finally settling on the latter. The chilly October wind picked up as four people formed. Three of them softly landed on the grass in front of her Chevy, but the fourth materialized about two feet above the pavement. He seemed to have expected a softer landing, but instead he fell on the asphalt with a loud "Oof!"
One of those who had landed properly rushed to his side, asking "Doctor, are you alright?" She was a shapely woman, African American, with a beautiful voice. The one on the pavement, the Doctor, responded "Yes, yes, I'm alright, just some bruising…where the galaxy are we?"
Shock had silenced the girl until then, but now adrenaline replaced it. "Earth. You're on Earth." She said as calmly as she believed humanly possible. They all turned to stare at her: the black lady, the Doctor (who was rubbing his bottom and grimacing), the blonde one with the air of command about him, and the tall silent one with the dark hair and strange black instrument.
The tall one activated his black machine, which produced a whirring noise, and said "Atmospheric readings seem to confirm her answer, Captain. It appears we have been transported to Earth, circa 2000.
"2010." replied the girl. "Are…are you…Sp – Spock?"
"Affirmative. How do you know who I am?"
"Television."
"Television?" asked the blonde one, Kirk.
Centuries in the future, on the Starship Enterprise…
Captain Kirk gazed across the bridge. All was quiet except for the whirrs and beeps in the background, and the occasional press of a button or shifting of position. Everything was peaceful. However, as Kirk knew from experience, peace never lasted long on the Enterprise. He was trained to maintain a frame of mind in which he was prepared for anything, but it was late in the day, and he was tiring fast. Just as he was contemplating retiring for the night, Sulu straightened up and announced "Klingon D7 battle cruiser approaching, Captain."
Kirk snapped awake. "We're nowhere near Klingon space. What are they doing here?"
"Unknown, Captain." Said Spock drily from the science console. "They do not appear to be attacking. Their shields are down."
"Lieutenant Uhura, open hailing frequencies." Kirk ordered.
"Aye aye, sir. They are responding."
"Onscreen."
There was an audible gasp on the bridge as a Federation citizen, Commodore Bentley, appeared onscreen, looking slightly strained. Another human was standing next to him, a short, balding man in a Starfleet uniform who appeared to be one of the Commodore's aides.
"Commodore Bentley! You have been missing for weeks." Kirk said in surprise and confusion.
"Greetings, Captain Kirk. Yes, I was kidnapped by the Klingons along with some of my aides and several crew members of the USS Hood, which I was commanding when I was taken."
"How did you come to be in the Captain's chair of a Klingon vessel, Commodore?"
"We managed to play a little trick on the Klingons who controlled this ship. They are currently locked up in the basement of a Klingon spaceport, if the other Klingons haven't found them already."
Kirk was astounded. This was an unprecedented feat, and it would surely be a good exercise in tactics to hear the details.
"Why don't you beam on over, sir? I'm sure that you and your crew have some stories to tell us." Kirk suggested.
Bentley shook his head. "The Klingons have developed a revolutionary new warp drive component, and new methods for transmitting subspace signals. They really have been hiding quite a bit from us. Beam over with some science, engineering, and communications personnel."
"Yes, sir. I will beam over in ten minutes."
The transmission was closed. McCoy, who had entered the bridge without anyone noticing, whistled. "That's a marvelous feat. Escaping the Klingons."
"Doctor, Captain, it seems, as you humans would say, 'too good to be true'. I submit that it might be a trap." Spock said, his face impassive.
"You saw the Commodore the same as I did, Spock. There was no sign of any Klingons. Scan the ship for Klingon life signs."
"Scanning." Spock peered into his viewer, the blue light circling his eyes. "No Klingon life signs, only human detected, along with one Andorian."
"Well then, this will be an excellent opportunity to study Klingon technology firsthand. Lieutenant Uhura, Spock, McCoy, come with me. Send for Scotty and three other engineers to report to the transporter room immediately."
"Yes, sir." Uhura said excitedly. She quickly sent the message, then followed the three men into the turbolift.
Once in the transporter room, Kirk, Spock, McCoy, and Uhura stepped on the transporter pad while Scotty operated the controls. He and the engineering personnel were to beam over next.
"Engage, Scotty." Ordered Kirk. "See you in a few minutes."
Scotty activated the transporter, looking positively ecstatic at the chance to examine alien technology firsthand. "Aye, sir."
And the transporter room disappeared from sight.
They were trapped in the grainy nothingness of mid-transport for a longer time than usual. Kirk's cloudy consciousness worried that something had gone wrong with the transporter. He heard snippets of Scotty's anxious voice shouting "ion stor-" and "what the" and "losing them", mixed in with a chilly wind and darkness, and the feel of grass underneath his feet. Grass…now that shouldn't be on a Klingon spaceship…His physical being was restored, and he heard a female voice shout "What the hell?" and Bones cry "Oof!"