Disclaimer: Same as the first one, I'm still broke, and I still don't anything other than my insanity. April, 2004.
Author's notes: Same challenge, different drabble. A crossover between POTC and Classic Star Trek. Beam me up, Scotty! :)
FINAL ANALYSIS
BY
KAHVA
"The rift has put us somewhere on Earth in the 1720s, then?"
"Late 1720s, Captain. Specifically, we appear to be on a deserted island somewhere in the Caribbean." The Vulcan raised an eyebrow as their ship's doctor examined the man they had found sprawled on the sand. "Deserted, except for the doctor's patient, and the young woman further down the beach, who doesn't appear to have seen us yet."
"What do you think she's up to?"
"I believe she's trying to set the island on fire, Captain."
"I see... and the rift should open back up long before then?"
"By my calculations, the rift we encountered on the Andorian moon should reopen in exactly two minutes and seventeen seconds. So long as the human male or female do not notice us, there should be no harm done to the past."
"And no reason for Starfleet to reprimand me yet again."
"Precisely, Captain."
Exactly two minutes and seventeen seconds later, the time-space rift reopened, and the three visitors from the future made their way back to it, greatly relieved that they could honestly say they hadn't changed the past, or had been forced to become a part of it. "What did you do to the male, Doctor?" the Vulcan asked.
"Don't get your pointy ears in a stitch, Spock! All I did was give him a mild sedative to help him sleep through the night. It should take effect soon."
"Final analysis of the patient, Bones?" asked the Captain.
A slurred bellow of, "Really bad eggs, drink up me hearties, yo ho!" floated up to the three Starfleet officers as they prepared to enter the rift and return to their time. Dr. McCoy sighed, shook his head, and grimly pronounced his diagnosis.
"He's drunk, Jim."