TITLE: "Wormhole Shatner"
RATING: Two wombats and a sharpened pencil.
WARNING: Title makes absolutely no sense whatsoever
AUTHOR: geekfrog
CO-AUTHOR(s): My muses. They tied me up and made me write this at gunpoint. I had no part in it. Honestly.
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Looky! It's another hhgttg fic! By me! "Inconceivable!"
This one's a Star Trek crossover...with a slight twist. I kinda took advantage of the fact that "freak wormholes" happen quite often in the hhgttg universe. A fun little story.
I'd like to know what you think. Did you love it? Hate it? Hate to love it? Love to hate it? Would you sooner hate your pet goldfish?
The Hitchhiker's Guide to The Galaxy, and all characters, ideas, and everything else are copyright (c) Douglas Adams. Star Trek is copyright (c) Paramount Pictures, ltd. This is done purely for my (and hopefully your) own entertainment, and no infringement of either copyright is intended.
This Fic is dedicated to Douglas Adams and Gene Roddenberry. *respectful silence*
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CHAPTER ONE
Ford Glanced at the Veiwscreen, set into the gleaming white curved wall of the Heart of Gold. The starship was, at the moment, in an orbit around a planet all of them hadn't cared to glance at--Eddie had been acting particularly annoying lately--and they were relaxing. Zaphod was off in his cabin, drinking, and Arthur was...
"Arthur, what are you doing?"
"Watching 'Star Trek.'"
Ford gave him a confused look. "What's that?"
"An Earth television program."
At that point, a self-satisfied hum drifted from the door in the corner of the room as Zaphod entered. he was quite obviously drunk, and he staggered slightly as he walked, in a not entirely straight line, towards them.
"It went, um, foom..." said Zaphod.
"Foom?" Said Ford and Arthur.
"Yeah. Er, Foom...out of this uh... really amazing...little...uh...uh..."
"Wormhole?" Asked Ford.
"Yeah. That's it..." Zaphod added: "It was really cool."
"I don't think a wormhole would go 'foom,' would it?" Said Arthur, puzzled.
"Shut up, Arthur," Ford said.
"Anyways, so the monkey," Arthur opened his mouth to protest, but ford quieted him. Zaphod continued, "wanted...er...to...to...do...see...er, yes. I don't get it, myself."
"Oh. Well, let's see it. Got nothing else to do, anyways," said Ford.
"Yeah let's...do...see...what he said," said a very sloshed Zaphod Beeblebrox.
Before arthur could start the video again, there was a flash of bright light, and a familiar looking person materialized in the room, right in front of Arthur, Zaphod, and Ford. William Shatner, aka TV's James Tiberus Kirk, was standing mere feet away from Arthur, in Kirk's uniform and holding a prop tricoder , and, at the moment, completely unaware, for the moment, that he was countless miles away from the now-disintegrated Earth, or even that he wasn't standing in the studio anymore.
"Mr. Scott...Ge--" His voice faltered as he stared around at his new surroundings, "Where the hell am I?"
to be (possibly) continued...
RATING: Two wombats and a sharpened pencil.
WARNING: Title makes absolutely no sense whatsoever
AUTHOR: geekfrog
CO-AUTHOR(s): My muses. They tied me up and made me write this at gunpoint. I had no part in it. Honestly.
****
Looky! It's another hhgttg fic! By me! "Inconceivable!"
This one's a Star Trek crossover...with a slight twist. I kinda took advantage of the fact that "freak wormholes" happen quite often in the hhgttg universe. A fun little story.
I'd like to know what you think. Did you love it? Hate it? Hate to love it? Love to hate it? Would you sooner hate your pet goldfish?
The Hitchhiker's Guide to The Galaxy, and all characters, ideas, and everything else are copyright (c) Douglas Adams. Star Trek is copyright (c) Paramount Pictures, ltd. This is done purely for my (and hopefully your) own entertainment, and no infringement of either copyright is intended.
This Fic is dedicated to Douglas Adams and Gene Roddenberry. *respectful silence*
****
CHAPTER ONE
Ford Glanced at the Veiwscreen, set into the gleaming white curved wall of the Heart of Gold. The starship was, at the moment, in an orbit around a planet all of them hadn't cared to glance at--Eddie had been acting particularly annoying lately--and they were relaxing. Zaphod was off in his cabin, drinking, and Arthur was...
"Arthur, what are you doing?"
"Watching 'Star Trek.'"
Ford gave him a confused look. "What's that?"
"An Earth television program."
At that point, a self-satisfied hum drifted from the door in the corner of the room as Zaphod entered. he was quite obviously drunk, and he staggered slightly as he walked, in a not entirely straight line, towards them.
"It went, um, foom..." said Zaphod.
"Foom?" Said Ford and Arthur.
"Yeah. Er, Foom...out of this uh... really amazing...little...uh...uh..."
"Wormhole?" Asked Ford.
"Yeah. That's it..." Zaphod added: "It was really cool."
"I don't think a wormhole would go 'foom,' would it?" Said Arthur, puzzled.
"Shut up, Arthur," Ford said.
"Anyways, so the monkey," Arthur opened his mouth to protest, but ford quieted him. Zaphod continued, "wanted...er...to...to...do...see...er, yes. I don't get it, myself."
"Oh. Well, let's see it. Got nothing else to do, anyways," said Ford.
"Yeah let's...do...see...what he said," said a very sloshed Zaphod Beeblebrox.
Before arthur could start the video again, there was a flash of bright light, and a familiar looking person materialized in the room, right in front of Arthur, Zaphod, and Ford. William Shatner, aka TV's James Tiberus Kirk, was standing mere feet away from Arthur, in Kirk's uniform and holding a prop tricoder , and, at the moment, completely unaware, for the moment, that he was countless miles away from the now-disintegrated Earth, or even that he wasn't standing in the studio anymore.
"Mr. Scott...Ge--" His voice faltered as he stared around at his new surroundings, "Where the hell am I?"
to be (possibly) continued...