"It's like something from that film, District 9!" John whispers in horror, his eyes scanning the air ship as it continued to roll into existence.
"Oh John, please. The structure of this craft is vastly different from the one out of that movie." Sherlock whispers back, looking over the top of the couch in both shock and amazement at the sky.
"Oh God. This is the end of the world, isn't it? We're going to die by an alien invasion. I don't want to die Sherlock! I'm too young to die! I haven't even-!""
"John, Shut up! Stop being such a drama queen." Sherlock interrupts his whimpers, turning to him and seeing the fear evident in his face.
"We're about to be aducted, Sherlock." John hisses, then his eyes widen suddenly as he is hit by another thought. "Hey,you don't think they'll actually use alien probes, Right?"
Sherlock raises his eyebrow in faint amusment at John's dramatics. "All the awards John. All the awards."
"Sherlock! I'm being serious!" John squeaks, standing up from the couch and pacing the room.
"As am I." Sherlock states calmly, face and voice tinged with entertainment.
John sighs perplexed, Sherlock was never easy to understand. Sometimes he gave away hints of his true emotion but other times he was like a treasure chest, chained and padlocked with the key thrown away for extra caution. John on the other hand was experiencing something akin to fear, his heart was beating wildly against his chest and there was a drumming inside his head. He rubbed at his temple in stress and watched Sherlock as he carried on doing what Sherlock always did. Deduct.
There was that saying he always used when working on cases, something along the line of 'when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.' And the truth of the matter here, that was very clear to see, was that a UFO was currently hovering just above their shared flat! Typical! Only with Sherlock would he ever experience such things.
Taking a deep breath and relaxing minutely he made his way over to his flat mate. As he wondered closer John noticed that Sherlock was mumbling to himself, numbers and words tumbling together. John held back on the much needed eye roll, really? What did Sherlock think he could do? He was just one man.
"It's gone!" Sherlock exclaims unexpectedly causing John to start. Rushing over to the window and pressing his face againt it to get a better view of the sky, John confirmed that the UFO had indeed disappeared.
"Where did it go?" John says searching the heavens.
"I don't know!" Sherlock gesticulates. "One second it's there, the next it's gone!" He finishes, throwing his hands up in the air and collasping back into the couch in disappointment.
John just disappears that quickly. Unless...
"Sherlock. What did you put in my tea?" John asks trying to keep his voice friendly and calm. Sherlock stares at him.
"I haven't drugged you John." He sighes.
"I didn't say you did." John counters getting slightly angry.
"But you thought it." Sherlock replies.
~x~x~x~
The captain of the Enterprise held his breath as himself and his crew were pulled through the mirror, space disappeared and the sight of a dark forbidding cloud came in to view with a city spread out underneath.
Letting out a relieved sigh that no actual danger had accurred as they passed through the anomaly Kirk stood from his chair and made his way to the front of the bridge. Looking out of the view screen Kirk examined the sight before him, a second later and a warm presence by his side and a brushing of shoulders told him that his first officer stood beside him. Rows upon rows of buildings sat below them.
A loud shattering sound penetrated the air, making the vulcan wince slightly and fragments of the mirror they had just existed crumbled past the view screen and to the ground below.
"That can't be good." Kirk Mutters. "Chekov! Put the invisiblity shields up."
"Yes Keptin." The young russian genuis responds quickly.
"Spock." Kirk whispers so that only the vulcan can hear, turning towards the screen so no one can see what he's saying. "I recognise this place but it doesn't look the same as before. This looks like London, England, But I don't know. Somethings off." He says scrunching up his nose in confusion. Where the hell had the anomaly taken them.
"I understand your meaning Captain. While it is obvious that this is London that we find ourselves in, the buildings and tecnology are slightly less advanced. The only conclusion I can assume is that the anomaly brought us to some form of an alternate reality."
"I think your on to something!" Kirk said, eyes lighting up at the mere thought of an adventure. Slightly amused Spocks lip twitched upwards.
"Indeed."
Kirk walked back quickly to his chair and clicked open his communicator.
"Kirk To Scotty!"
"Aye Captain. Scotty 'ere." Replies the Scotsman seconds later.
"Are the transporter systems functional?"
"Let me have a look. Just a moment." Kirks communictor fell silent and he turns to Spock who takes it as his cue to get his things together in preparation of beaming down.
"You can't just beam down Jim!" Bones angry voice fills the room. "Somethings just doesn't sit right with this whole situation. Infact all situations You find yourself in doesn't sit right with me!"
Kirk exhales deeply and approaches Bones wrapping an arm around his shoulders and giving it a squeeze. 'Always the worry wart' Kirk smiles.
"Bones." Kirk says playfully, looking at his friend. "Relax a bit you're going to give yourself worry lines. Oh, no nevermind." He says cheekily, looking pointedly at his frown lines.
"Oh, He's a comedian now." Bones breaths huffily turning his face away from Kirk and looking at Uhura who has a small smile on her face.
"Captain." Scotty's voice filters through the communicator. "All transport systems are functional."
"Thank you, scotty. Meet us in the transporter room." Kirk says closing the link and heading towards the turbo lift with Spock in tow.
"Hey! You're not going without me." Bones pipes up, hurriedly catching up with them.
"Sulu!" Kirk shouts before the lift doors close. "As always,you have the conn." He smirks.
~x~x~x~
"You haven't answered my question. Did you put something in my tea?" John says slowly through gritted teeth, Standing over Sherlock and for once towering above him.
"John, I would never –" A sudden scream from downstairs interrupts him and Sherlock dives up from the couch, nearly collidng with john as he runs to Mrs. Hudsons aid.
Gliding down the steps with John thundering behind him, Sherlock flings open Mrs. Hudsons door to find her in hair rollers, a dressing gown and in the company of three men. There is an awkward pause at the circumstances they all find themselves in before one of the strangers, tall, pale and wearing a bowl cut,steps forward.
"Greetings. My name is Spock. This is Mccoy and this is Captain James.." He says smoothly gesturing to his companions. "We are in need of assistance. What star date are we currently residing in?"
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