A/N: I can't apologize enough for my year and a half hiatus from writing. Life happened, I lost my muse…but I've finally found it! I won't leave you stranded for so long again and this story will be written! Infinite thanks to all of you who have not given up on me.

Reminder on the Time Line:

Star Trek XI – This one is the most simple, it is a few months after the movie.

Doctor Who - Follows canon up until Season 5/Episode 1. This is important, there is and never will be a River Song. Time has changed now that the Doctor returned for Amelia Pond.

Torchwood – All the events happened through Children of Earth. Miracle Day never happened.


The Doctor opened his eyes slowly and then closed them against the bright light. He felt tired, grungy, and like he was going to be sick soon. He tried sitting up when he heard a man's voice say, "Here let me help. Are you thirsty?"

The Doctor nodded wearily and tried opening his eyes again to see a man in a blue shirt, not unlike the Vulcan's shirt he had seen before. From before…and then the memories came rushing back in full force.

The Doctor bolted up, "Amelia! Is she okay?"

"Steady man! The girl is fine, just fine. She'll be very happy to know you're awake. Calm down and drink this," the man replied as he handed The Doctor a glass of water.

"I need to see her," The Doctor persisted trying to get up but finding he was hooked up to an IV, "just how long have I been here exactly? And where am I again?"

"You're in the medical bay aboard the USS Enterprise. You've been here almost a week."

The Doctor winced at this news and silently cursed the whole regeneration process again.

"I'm just going to do a short check up, you should be able to get up and walk around today." The man in blue gently removed the IV and changed the bandages on his hand. The Doctor didn't even remember hurting it but he must have when he passed out.

"I'm Dr. McCoy by the way. Sorry I forgot to properly introduce myself. You're a Doctor too from what I hear?"

"What? Uh no, I'm the Doctor not a Doctor."

McCoy gave him a very perplexed look before reaching for his stethoscope and placing it over The Doctor's hearts.

"Both heartbeats are regular," McCoy said mostly talking to himself, checking the clipboard attached to the Doctor's bed.

If McCoy wasn't freaked out by hearing two hearts then it meant he'd pretty much seen and heard it all. It made sense if he was a member of Starfleet, they were the best and this made The Doctor feel a little better about his predicament.

"Are you feeling anymore headaches?"

"No I'm fine really. Listen," The Doctor took a deep breath, "I need to see Amelia. And yes my name is The Doctor. I know it is confusing to humans but really simply 'Doctor' will do."

"Doctor Who?"

"Just," the Time Lord paused and said carefully, "The Doctor."


McCoy left the room to give the Doctor some privacy to change into his now clean clothes and wash up. Dr. McCoy had certain quirks and personality traits that reminded the Doctor of somebody. When he realized that somebody was Martha Jones he tried not to think about it.

The Doctor readjusted and checked his bow tie in the mirror, combed his hair, and went out to meet McCoy.

"Dinner will be soon. Best bet is that Amelia will be in the dining hall then with the rest of the crew. Captain would like to see you too, of course."

The Doctor nodded and followed alongside McCoy for a couple minutes before asking, "Amelia was well taken care of? Did she ask for me?"

"She visited you every morning. Amelia was very concerned. Said that you're her Uncle?"

The Doctor grinned. That was certainly the safest lie to tell.

"Yes."

McCoy nodded and continued his response, "And don't worry. The crew absolutely adore Amelia and she was very well looked after," McCoy chuckled, "She's full of life, that one."

It was the first time the Doctor actually saw McCoy quirk a smile. The set of doors in front of them swooshed open into a decent sized dining hall. Lots of people in red shirts, though there were some blue and gold scattered among them too.

Amelia spotted them right away, "Doctor! You're awake! You're okay!" she exclaimed loudly as she ran into the Doctor's open arms for a huge hug.

"I was so worried you wouldn't be okay. I thought you might…leave me." The last part was said in a pained whisper.

"I'm so sorry Amelia. It was the whole regeneration process, I should have known better. I won't leave you like that again."

Amelia just nodded into the Doctor's chest and he knew she was trying not to cry in front of everyone. The Doctor felt horrible putting her through that. And he wondered not for the first or last time, if bringing a child on his adventures wasn't a silly and selfish thing to do.

Amelia pulled back from the hug a little, gave a small shaky smile and said, "I saved you some custard. Just in case. They didn't have any fish sticks though."

The Doctor didn't know what to say. So he leant down and kissed Amelia's forehead before murmuring, "Thank you" and let Amelia take his hand and lead him to a nearby table.


As the two of them approached the table the Doctor could see a young and very handsome man wearing a gold shirt. He looked like he had a great sense of humor as he was laughing heartily at something the Asian male sitting across from him had said. But he seemed arrogant. Kind of like another Captain he knew.

The Doctor didn't really like that the crew was reminding him of past companions.

"I swear that's what Chekov said!" The Doctor could hear the Asian man exclaim, "You should have seen Scotty's face!"

"You expect me to believe our innocent Chekov said that? I don't believe you."

"He's not that innocent, Captain. He's eighteen now and has been through almost as much as us."

"Oh I see. Not that innocent now, eh? Really Sulu…" the young man gave a salacious wink, "you didn't waste any time."

Sulu's face turned a deep scarlet and he looked like he was trying to utter a reply when the Captain looked up and said, "Oh hello Amelia! Glad to see your uncle is finally awake and doing well."

He turned to look at the Doctor. "You gave us quite a scare," he said as he stood up to shake the Doctor's hand. "Please have seat," the Captain signaled with a wave of his hand, "We have much to talk about."

"Of course…do you have another name other than Captain?"

"I do. Name's Jim Kirk. But you still have to call me Captain, Doctor. " Kirk finished with a smirk.

Amelia sighed loudly and asked, "Are you both going to talk for a long time? Can I play with Chekov? He's teaching me how to play chess!"

Sulu picked up his tray and said, "I'll join you Amelia. They're going to talk about boring adult stuff."

At the last part Sulu made a face and Amelia giggled as she picked up her tray and went to follow Sulu, telling the Doctor she'd check up on him soon.

"Thanks Amelia. How would I survive without you?" The Doctor only half joked.

"Ohhh I don't know," Amelia sighed with an exaggerated manner. And though she acted like a little adult sometimes she still had the temperament of a child as she skipped ahead and called back, "Come on! Are you ready to play with Chekov, Sulu?"

"Yeah Sulu," Kirk cut in and subtly licked his lips, "Are you ready to play with Chekov?"

"Piss off, Captain."


Jim Kirk was young but experienced being a Captain. He was decisive and extremely loyal to his crew. He asked the Doctor numerous questions, all of which the Doctor was more than happy to answer. When he seemed to pass the 'not a danger to the crew' test Kirk seemed to let up on his questioning and just replied, "Well Doctor. Our chief engineer has been giving your ship a look over to see if he can fix her. Scotty says it is a real mess in there."

"What?" the Doctor dropped his spoon with a loud 'clang' and cleared his throat, "No one can fix the TARDIS but me. I'm the only one who understands her. Also I'd appreciated no one touching her but me if you don't mind."

"Listen Doctor," Kirk said with a calm yet unmistakably stern voice, "Scotty is the best engineer in the galaxy. You should be honored he is using the free time from his duties to help you. Be honest, you need our help. Take it."

The Doctor hated to admit that Kirk was right. He needed all the help he could get to repair the TARDIS and get off this ship. There was still something unsettling about the whole situation. The Doctor wished he could just understand why that was.

"I thank you for your help and accept. But I don't know if Scotty and I can work well together."

Kirk quirked an eyebrow, "And why's that?"

"Well because I caught him…in an intimate position with that female Orion. I think he might understandably still be a bit upset about that."

Kirk flashed the Doctor that teasing grin of his again, "You don't say? Hmmm that's very interesting."

"You didn't know," he said and berated himself for telling, "Please forget what I said. It wasn't my place to tell."

"Now Doctor, what kind of Captain would I be if I didn't look after the well being of my crew? This is all stuff that I need to know."

"That seems highly unlikely if you ask me, Captain."

The Doctor looked up to see the Vulcan that he met upon first arriving. The Vulcan's head was slightly titled as if in constant thought and his arms were folded behind his back as he continued, "It would seem to me the need for that particular knowledge would steam from personal curiosity then actual knowledge needed to perform the Captain's duties concerning one's emotional or physical health of his or her crew. I would personally advise against invading one's personal information, especially that of a romantic or sexual nature."

"Spock my friend," Kirk said jovially seemingly ignoring or not caring what the Vulcan just said, "Have you met our guest?"

"Briefly," Spock answered curtly.

"That's right. You advised against keeping him on board if I remember correctly."

"I still stand by that statement, Captain."

"I understand your concerns but he and his niece are here to stay now, for the time being at least."

The Doctor silently watched the exchange between the Captain and his first commanding officer. He remembered Spock introducing himself as such upon their first meeting. The Doctor couldn't understand how they worked so closely together. They were clearly opposites.

"We are 29 days away from Sector 87 where our mission is to take place. The mission is too dangerous for a child and I don't want our mission to be…" he looked at the Doctor, "compromised."

The Doctor paled considerably and said in a hushed whisper, "Sector 87?"

Kirk and Spock gave each other a sideways glance before Kirk responded, "Yes. There have been reports of ships disappearing there. Our mission from Starfleet is to investigate the surrounding area. Is there a problem?"

"No!" the Doctor said harshly before clearing his throat and lowering his voice, "I mean no. Sorry no there's not a problem. I'm just…tired. It's been a long day."

"Sure of course," Kirk said studying the Doctor, "Spock here can lead you to the quarters you'll be sharing with your niece."

The Doctor stood up abruptly, "Thank you for your hospitality, especially in caring for Amelia. I promise I will work diligently to fix the TARDIS so we can leave soon without further taking up your time and generosity."


The Doctor laid on one of the double beds as Amelia paced their room, talking animatedly, "And then Chekov won the game of course. But he said that I am improving! Oh and you haven't met Uhura yet, have you? She is so sweet. And pretty! I think Spock and her make such a nice couple and…"

Amelia paused looking at the Doctor, "Is something wrong?"

The Doctor turned his head to look at her, "I'm just thinking."

"Oh. Well," Amelia jumped lightly at the end of his bed, "What about?"

The Doctor's head started to hurt again, "Nothing in particular."

"Do you like the crew, Doctor?"

"They seem nice enough. I certainly respect them all though. They took good care of you."

"You too Doctor, don't forget!"

The Doctor smiled lightly and tried to hide the hurt from his eyes, "I won't."

"Can we stay with them for awhile? I think if you got to know them better, you'd like them a lot!"

The Doctor didn't want to get to know them better though. It would be too painful. The USS Enterprise Sector 87 mission, that's how he heard of them. How could he forget? Everyone knew that mission. Their names were in history books across several galaxies. They saved the entire universe.

But it was no use getting to know or like any of them when they were all going to die.

"Amelia," The Doctor choked out emotionally, "we're leaving as soon as the TARDIS is fixed."


I KNOW. Short chapter and a cliffhanger after a super long hiatus, don't worry though! The muse is finally working ((pets muse)) both reviews and criticisms help feed the hungry little beast so it knows what you like. I hope you are all enjoying it so far!