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trillianastraTitle: Earth-That-Is
Fandoms: Firefly, Fringe
Characters: Firefly crew, Olivia Dunham, Peter Bishop.
Prompt: Firefly, Crew, they somehow end up on Earth That Was (for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Warnings: None
Spoilers: Post-BDM for Firefly, but no spoilers.
A/N: Um. This started as a straight Firefly fic.... then the Fringe characters decided they wanted in. Ah well.
Mal opened his eyes and looked around warily. The ship certainly looked like it was in one piece, and nothing seemed to be on fire. Except… he blinked and rubbed a hand over his face, reassuring himself that he wasn’t dreaming, because there was daylight streaming into the bridge. They were supposed to be in space, hours from the nearest world.
He stood up and made his way to the comms unit. “Kaylee, how’s the engine looking? Everything shiny down there?”
A moment later he heard his engineer’s voice over the unit. “Got a bit bumped around back there, but everythin’ seems fine.”
“Good. Anything happens, let me know.”
He replaced the transceiver, and looked down at the pilot’s chair. “Well, little one? You got any idea what just happened?”
River didn’t answer straight away, as she was busy looking out of the window, taking in as much as she could. Without looking up she said, “Transdimensional window pulled us in, very rough, lots of turbulence, probably displaced us in the space-time continuum.”
She looked up at Mal. “We’re not where we’re supposed to be, Captain.”
“Yeah, I figured as much. Got any idea where we got displaced to?”
She entered a few commands into the ship’s computer, and frowned. “Not on the current star map. Left the system for sure. There’s a reference…” She turned to another console and accessed the cortex. “Strange. Cortex isn’t connected… oh.”
Mal frowned. “ ‘oh’? What is it?”
“March 30th, two thousand and ten, by the Common Era system.”
“Two thousand and… uh, River, that’s five hundred years ago.”
“And it’s now. Welcome to Earth-That-Was, Captain.”
Mal raised an eyebrow, thinking that perhaps this was her idea of a joke. But her experience seemed perfectly serious. He reached for the comms unit again, this time broadcasting to the whole ship.
“Everyone, we have a situation here. Meet me in the kitchen, all of you.”
A few minutes later the crew was gathered around the kitchen table.
“Okay, River, tell ‘em what you found.”
Hesitantly, she repeated what she thought had happened, using words like transdimensional and continuum and wormhole. The others listened, with expressions varying from confused to incredulous to resigned.
When she’d finished, Zoe was the first one to say something.
“Is there any way we can get back?”
“Don’t know,” River shook her head. “Don’t know what caused the wormhole. Don’t know if it can be artificially reproduced. Don’t have the equipment needed to hypothetically reproduce it even if we could.”
“That’s what I thought.” Zoe looked at Mal. “Sir, we need a plan. It might be an idea to try and make contact with the authorities.”
The captain scowled. “Maybe it’ll come to that. I for one hope it doesn’t. But we are going to need to leave the ship eventually, and when we do we’re going to have to be mighty careful. That means no weapons outside the ship. An’ really, we probably shouldn’t talk about the ship too much. We need to get out there, find out where exactly we are, what kind of folk there are around here.”
“I imagine we’ll also need money and identification,” Simon mused. “The people here are hardly going to accept our ident cards.”
“Yeah, that too, doc. This is going to be tough. We need to stick together, survive, find a way home if we can. Now, if no-one’s got anything else to say, we should get some gear together and get out there.”
The crew headed to their bunks, and each packed a few clothes and personal items before they met up again in the hold. After making sure that no-one had anything too tellingly futuristic with them, Zoe opened the cargo bay and they walked out into a world they knew only from the history books.
~~~
In a Harvard laboratory, Agent Olivia Dunham heard her cellphone ring.
“Dunham.”
“We have a situation. It’s unlike anything we’ve dealt with.”
“What happened?”
“That’s what we need you to investigate. You’re going to have to fly out to New Mexico, we’ll organise a jet for you. I’ll call you with the details.”
“Thank you, sir.” As she put the phone away she walked over to Peter.
“We have a case. Broyles wouldn’t say much about it, he sounded worried.”
“That’s weird. Where is it?”
“New Mexico.”
He grinned. “Hey, maybe it’s aliens…”
“Don’t even joke about that,” she said, rolling her eyes.
Fandoms: Firefly, Fringe
Characters: Firefly crew, Olivia Dunham, Peter Bishop.
Prompt: Firefly, Crew, they somehow end up on Earth That Was (for
dragonbetween at comment_fic)Warnings: None
Spoilers: Post-BDM for Firefly, but no spoilers.
A/N: Um. This started as a straight Firefly fic.... then the Fringe characters decided they wanted in. Ah well.
Mal opened his eyes and looked around warily. The ship certainly looked like it was in one piece, and nothing seemed to be on fire. Except… he blinked and rubbed a hand over his face, reassuring himself that he wasn’t dreaming, because there was daylight streaming into the bridge. They were supposed to be in space, hours from the nearest world.
He stood up and made his way to the comms unit. “Kaylee, how’s the engine looking? Everything shiny down there?”
A moment later he heard his engineer’s voice over the unit. “Got a bit bumped around back there, but everythin’ seems fine.”
“Good. Anything happens, let me know.”
He replaced the transceiver, and looked down at the pilot’s chair. “Well, little one? You got any idea what just happened?”
River didn’t answer straight away, as she was busy looking out of the window, taking in as much as she could. Without looking up she said, “Transdimensional window pulled us in, very rough, lots of turbulence, probably displaced us in the space-time continuum.”
She looked up at Mal. “We’re not where we’re supposed to be, Captain.”
“Yeah, I figured as much. Got any idea where we got displaced to?”
She entered a few commands into the ship’s computer, and frowned. “Not on the current star map. Left the system for sure. There’s a reference…” She turned to another console and accessed the cortex. “Strange. Cortex isn’t connected… oh.”
Mal frowned. “ ‘oh’? What is it?”
“March 30th, two thousand and ten, by the Common Era system.”
“Two thousand and… uh, River, that’s five hundred years ago.”
“And it’s now. Welcome to Earth-That-Was, Captain.”
Mal raised an eyebrow, thinking that perhaps this was her idea of a joke. But her experience seemed perfectly serious. He reached for the comms unit again, this time broadcasting to the whole ship.
“Everyone, we have a situation here. Meet me in the kitchen, all of you.”
A few minutes later the crew was gathered around the kitchen table.
“Okay, River, tell ‘em what you found.”
Hesitantly, she repeated what she thought had happened, using words like transdimensional and continuum and wormhole. The others listened, with expressions varying from confused to incredulous to resigned.
When she’d finished, Zoe was the first one to say something.
“Is there any way we can get back?”
“Don’t know,” River shook her head. “Don’t know what caused the wormhole. Don’t know if it can be artificially reproduced. Don’t have the equipment needed to hypothetically reproduce it even if we could.”
“That’s what I thought.” Zoe looked at Mal. “Sir, we need a plan. It might be an idea to try and make contact with the authorities.”
The captain scowled. “Maybe it’ll come to that. I for one hope it doesn’t. But we are going to need to leave the ship eventually, and when we do we’re going to have to be mighty careful. That means no weapons outside the ship. An’ really, we probably shouldn’t talk about the ship too much. We need to get out there, find out where exactly we are, what kind of folk there are around here.”
“I imagine we’ll also need money and identification,” Simon mused. “The people here are hardly going to accept our ident cards.”
“Yeah, that too, doc. This is going to be tough. We need to stick together, survive, find a way home if we can. Now, if no-one’s got anything else to say, we should get some gear together and get out there.”
The crew headed to their bunks, and each packed a few clothes and personal items before they met up again in the hold. After making sure that no-one had anything too tellingly futuristic with them, Zoe opened the cargo bay and they walked out into a world they knew only from the history books.
~~~
In a Harvard laboratory, Agent Olivia Dunham heard her cellphone ring.
“Dunham.”
“We have a situation. It’s unlike anything we’ve dealt with.”
“What happened?”
“That’s what we need you to investigate. You’re going to have to fly out to New Mexico, we’ll organise a jet for you. I’ll call you with the details.”
“Thank you, sir.” As she put the phone away she walked over to Peter.
“We have a case. Broyles wouldn’t say much about it, he sounded worried.”
“That’s weird. Where is it?”
“New Mexico.”
He grinned. “Hey, maybe it’s aliens…”
“Don’t even joke about that,” she said, rolling her eyes.
