Star Trek/Sherlock Holmes X-over
Title: Star Trek/Sherlock Holmes Crossover
Pairing: Kirk/Spock, Holmes/Watson
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Spock and Kirk find themselves in Victorian England and meet none other than Mr. Holmes.
Author's Note: A drabble written for a challenge at startrekland
“You are not human,” the man staring at Jim and Spock observed calmly. He had introduced himself as Sherlock Holmes and his mustached companion, who was currently staring at Spock with furrowed eyebrows, as Doctor John Watson.
“A wise deduction. How do you know I am not simply foreign?” Spock replied, raising one slanted eyebrow.
“Your eyebrows hinted at it as well as the tone of your skin, but it is that cut on your left arm that confirmed my hypothesis. The scab is green, not red,” Holmes explained, pointing at the tiny wound left on Spock’s arm from a recent away mission.
Jim whipped his head back and forth between the two men in front of him regarding each other in an almost identical fashion. They had the same cool, logical look with dark eyes and angular faces.
Through some strange transporter malfunction, Jim and Spock had beamed down to Victorian England. They were wandering around after stealing some clothes, including a hat to cover Spock’s pointed ears, when Mr. Holmes had pulled them into an alley along with Dr. Watson. Right after introductions, the detective had immediately made his observation of Spock.
“You’re good,” Jim nodded.
Those dark eyes turned to him and an eyebrow lifted in a way uncannily similar to a certain Vulcan.
“Yes. That’s just what he needs, another boost to his ego,” Watson snorted.
“Please allow the captain to speak, Watson,” Holmes said with the faintest hint of a smile.
Jim blinked rapidly. “How did you know I’m a captain?”
The detective just smirked. “I am a very good judge of character,” he replied cryptically.
“Wow. What else do you know about us?” Jim asked, practically vibrating like an excited puppy.
Holmes scanned Jim and then Spock slowly with a sharp, appraising gaze. Watson was watching his friend expectantly and eagerly, while Spock was regarding Holmes curiously.
“You and your alien subordinate are in a romantic or at least sexual relationship. The mark on your neck matches the size and shape of his mouth. He also has a mark lower on his neck,” the detective finally announced.
Jim blinked a few times in surprise and touched the hickey on his neck left from one territorial and possessive Vulcan. Spock’s cheeks took a light green color and Watson sheepishly looked away.
“You and the doctor are also in such a relationship. Your scent is all over him as well as the smell of male arousal,” Spock observed. Now Watson blushed while Holmes raised an eyebrow.
“Quite right. If you will be here for a while, perhaps you can help me. You would make an excellent detective,” Holmes said cheerily.
The Vulcan nodded slowly. “I would find that fascinating and enjoyable.”
Jim and Watson looked at each other with slightly fearful looks, both wondering if the universe, none the less London, would be able to handle the two men working together.
Suddenly, Jim and Spock were surrounded by swirling beams of light and vanished.
While Watson gawked, Holmes simply nodded as if a theory of his was confirmed and turned to leave the alley. “Come along Watson. We’ll be late for our reservations at the Winchester.”
Pairing: Kirk/Spock, Holmes/Watson
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Spock and Kirk find themselves in Victorian England and meet none other than Mr. Holmes.
Author's Note: A drabble written for a challenge at startrekland
“You are not human,” the man staring at Jim and Spock observed calmly. He had introduced himself as Sherlock Holmes and his mustached companion, who was currently staring at Spock with furrowed eyebrows, as Doctor John Watson.
“A wise deduction. How do you know I am not simply foreign?” Spock replied, raising one slanted eyebrow.
“Your eyebrows hinted at it as well as the tone of your skin, but it is that cut on your left arm that confirmed my hypothesis. The scab is green, not red,” Holmes explained, pointing at the tiny wound left on Spock’s arm from a recent away mission.
Jim whipped his head back and forth between the two men in front of him regarding each other in an almost identical fashion. They had the same cool, logical look with dark eyes and angular faces.
Through some strange transporter malfunction, Jim and Spock had beamed down to Victorian England. They were wandering around after stealing some clothes, including a hat to cover Spock’s pointed ears, when Mr. Holmes had pulled them into an alley along with Dr. Watson. Right after introductions, the detective had immediately made his observation of Spock.
“You’re good,” Jim nodded.
Those dark eyes turned to him and an eyebrow lifted in a way uncannily similar to a certain Vulcan.
“Yes. That’s just what he needs, another boost to his ego,” Watson snorted.
“Please allow the captain to speak, Watson,” Holmes said with the faintest hint of a smile.
Jim blinked rapidly. “How did you know I’m a captain?”
The detective just smirked. “I am a very good judge of character,” he replied cryptically.
“Wow. What else do you know about us?” Jim asked, practically vibrating like an excited puppy.
Holmes scanned Jim and then Spock slowly with a sharp, appraising gaze. Watson was watching his friend expectantly and eagerly, while Spock was regarding Holmes curiously.
“You and your alien subordinate are in a romantic or at least sexual relationship. The mark on your neck matches the size and shape of his mouth. He also has a mark lower on his neck,” the detective finally announced.
Jim blinked a few times in surprise and touched the hickey on his neck left from one territorial and possessive Vulcan. Spock’s cheeks took a light green color and Watson sheepishly looked away.
“You and the doctor are also in such a relationship. Your scent is all over him as well as the smell of male arousal,” Spock observed. Now Watson blushed while Holmes raised an eyebrow.
“Quite right. If you will be here for a while, perhaps you can help me. You would make an excellent detective,” Holmes said cheerily.
The Vulcan nodded slowly. “I would find that fascinating and enjoyable.”
Jim and Watson looked at each other with slightly fearful looks, both wondering if the universe, none the less London, would be able to handle the two men working together.
Suddenly, Jim and Spock were surrounded by swirling beams of light and vanished.
While Watson gawked, Holmes simply nodded as if a theory of his was confirmed and turned to leave the alley. “Come along Watson. We’ll be late for our reservations at the Winchester.”