A/N:Own not I do

From now on German will be in Italics or actually German and English will be normal.

Alfons was scared. His head hurt and he had no idea where he was or what was going on. This man was probably the one who had tied him up in this strange place. So, yes, Alfons was scared, but he wasn't about to let the man in blue know.

"What do you want from me? What have you done with my friend?"

The man stopped and look confused. Panic set deeper into Alfons' chest. Did he not know where Edward was? Had they become separated some how? He didn't know where here was let alone how he had gotten here. Edward could be anywhere.

Walking over to the wall the man seemed to press a button. What was he-

The man spoke in a rough voice.

"McCoy to Captain Kirk"

The voice seemed to come from the wall like a sort of telephone.

"What's up Bones?"

More importantly than the wall telephone (although Alfons did want to know how it worked, the man in blue hadn't even needed to dial a number, was there only one line?) the man was speaking something like English. Alfons had been studying English and French for more then a few years. He wasn't going to let his education be stopped by some language barrier. It had always been a dream to meet the intellectual giants of the scientific world. Hadfield, Kipping, Hayes and Hertz, the Curies as well, then there was Joseph John Thomson and Aston. Just talking to them for a few hours, there was so much he could learn. He wasn't completely fluent but it was enough to get by on.

There was something strange about the English the man was using. Like it wasn't quite the same language. He listened to the man talking, trying to figure out what was so different about it. More similar to German somehow? He was understanding about half of what was said - his English wasn't that good. It was as if his brain had learned more then he had studied. Disconcerting for sure; he couldn't shake the feeling that it was happening in his head, not because of any Germanness of the language. In fact, it sounded different from any dialect he had ever heard.

"Got it. Kirk out"

It seemed the conversation was over. The man in blue turned towards him. He put his hands in a peaceful gesture.

"Just calm down kid, I'm not here to hurt you."

Man did Bones want that drink right about now, and he knew it would be a long time yet before he got it as well. The kid looked like he was about to have a heart attack, he had fallen silent, and upsettingly still during the brief conversation Bones had had with the bridge. He was pale and shakey enough to make Leonard's doctor senses tingle.

"Somebody's gonna be here soon that can understand you."

Even if the kid couldn't understand him there was something about comforting tones that was almost universal. Despite what some of the crew said about him, Bones wasn't a cold hearted bastard. They were confusing him with Spock. No Leonard McCoy had a child, he new a thing or two about comforting frightened kids.

"I kan speak zome..."

Bones raised his eyebrows, so the kid could understand him. Great, now he had called down a circus down for nothing. The kid seemed to have a bit of trouble getting the words out.

"I speak zome Englisch"

Fantastic.

"I'm Doctor Leonard McCoy, you are aboard the USS Enterprise."

Protocol: half the time Bones hated it, half the time he shuddered to think what the ship would be with out it. One of his (better) professors at Starfleet had told him once, "Rules and regulation are all that stand for law out there in deep space. If you break them you run the risk of losing everything." He'd seen the logic behind those words, but that didn't mean he didn't push the boundaries a bit. Your own rules and regulation are just as necessary in space.

"Can you tell me your name?"

The kid still looked untrusting. His eyes were narrowed and he held his body in as much of a defensive posture as possible while he had restraints on his arms and legs. No wonder he wasn't trusting.

"Alfons"

First name only huh, fair enough. If Leonard had been in the same situation they probably only would have gotten a middle finger. Not that flipping the bird had quite the same effect with alien cultures, but it made him feel better. It looked like the kid was calming down a bit; the shaking had stopped at least.

"Vhere ist my friend?"

Before Bones could answer the doors to the med bay slid open with a squeak. The kid's head jerked towards it. Yep the circus was here, no less then five people walked through the door. Jim strutting in front followed by the hobgoblin, lieutenant Uhura, and two security. Bones hurried across the room, stopping Jim with a hand on his chest, and spoke in a voice low enough that Alfons couldn't hear.

"Are you trying to scare the kid to death Jim? The restraints are bad enough."

"Can't be too careful."

"Look at him, he's just a kid. All the scans came back human as well! I don't want two idiots with blasters in here unless they're needed, which right now they are not. He's hardly in any shape to do much damage."

Jim frowned."You sure Bones?"

"Positive. You are going to get much out of him, either, if he thinks you're a threat. He's gonna close up like a clam. Already jumpy."

"Alright Bones, I trust you. Farren, Sprats, you two wait outside."

Bones could tell he was in captain mode; possibilities, pros, and cons were probably going through Jim's head at warp speed. Potential dangers lining up side by side with potential benefits. The two security saluted and left, although, Bones noticed that then would be wait just outside the door. He could work with that. Turning back to Jim he nodded his thanks.

"Turns out the kid can speak English."

Uhura spoke up. "Do you still need me captain?"

"If you wouldn't mind lieutenant, he'd probably feel more comfortable."

"How is his condition Doctor?" Spock, asking after the kid's condition? Coming form Spock that was almost the equivalent of a bunch of flowers and a get well card.

" Haven't had time to check, I just found out he could understand me."

Jim stepped back. "Alright Bones, me and Spock will give you some room."

The doctor came forward. Following him was a young black women in red. Alfons shrank back slightly. He felt little trust towards the doctor; he had wanted to talk with the others without Alfons hearing what they said, and that did not inspire trust. But the woman smiled at him, and it was a kind smile. When she spoke her German surprised him.

"Hello, my name is Nyota. I will be translating for Doctor McCoy to make things easier for you. You don't need to worry you are safe here."

Alfons had never understood the growing hatred toward the Afrodeutsche*. Alfons had often spent a afternoon practicing his French with a dark skinned woman by the name of Madelon. The lady before him reminded him a bit of her, warm and with a voice like fire. He thought she was probably very pretty too, if Alfons had appreciated women in such a way.

"Where am I?" Alfons asked. "What is the 'Enterprise'?"

"It is the ship we are on."

"Ship? Are we at sea?" Alfons was confused. It didn't feel like they were on a ship. The woman, Nyota, seemed confused as well. She frowned faintly.

"No it is a starship," She must have seen his bafflement. "In space."

That didn't make any sense. How could they be in space? It wasn't even close to possible.

"How could that be? We don't have the technology. Why are you lying?"

He had always kept up to date on scientific advancements, following the best in the field and aiming to be one himself. There was nothing but theories, wild, unsupportable ones at that. Space travel was the material of speculative fiction and madmen. Wonderful theories yes, but impossible ones.

Now the woman was really frowning, not angry but confused. "We sent the first man into space in the twentieth century, we've had the technology for hundreds of years."

Alfons felt himself go cold to the tips of his fingers, felt the blood drain from his cheeks to his racing heart. He barely hear Nyota as she continued speaking, peering at him with concern. "What year did you think it is?"

It couldn't be, he couldn't believe it, they were lying somehow, trying to trick him. Opening his mouth, he swallowed twice, dryly, and when he spoke it was almost a squeak. "1923"

Those numbers suddenly seemed very small. All of the strangeness around him, the bright lights and metal, the odd language, could it be... could it be that...

"The stardate is 5682.8**" Alfons thought he made some kind of noise, and Noyota looked at him in some alarm. "Are you alright?

*Forgive me as I butcher history but this means literally Afro-German and is what I found from the limited research I did on black Germans. If you know more please let me know, everything is interesting.

**This date is something like 2328 which is like a few hundred years off, I didn't do my research properly in the first chapter and I apologize.

Annnnnnd we're back! Kind of. Honestly I've got no excuse besides real life. I was able to get this out because of a break in school and a bit of rest from a very stressful life. Chapters are going to be coming very slow as both me and Ms. C have a lot of stuff to do. And for those talking about how this is the only FMA/ST2009 crossover, feel free to change that. Thats one of the reasons I started writing this in the first place, so other people would join in. With two fandoms as epic as these the possibilities are endless.

Hope all of you are well

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