Despite the big flat cleaning that Mum found proper to schedule a mere two days before we'd go off on our holidays, I managed to finish Chapter 5! And I already have great plans for Chapter 6, though that will require ungodly amounts of research (again). Anyway, I've reached my goal and am happy with it. Oh, and if you take a look at my icon, you'll now what Captain Jonathan "Jack" Archer (as he was called in the original script: Jack! No kidding!) would look like. In this crossover AU he's actually a descendant of Jack Harkness, through a woman Jack married in the late 19th or early 20th century. Which is canon, I swear! The marriage, not the descendant, of course. Okay, I'll stop babbling.
Excerpt: Had Archer taken the time to learn a little more about Vulcans instead of being mad at them all his adult life, he would know that cramped quarters aren’t something they are really uncomfortable with. Their current deeps space vessels may be huge, elegant monstrosities, but just a century earlier their explorers travelled in tiny scout ships with a crew of eight or ten at most, where privacy was an unknown concept. Only time-honoured Vulcan discipline made it possible to spend years in those tiny metal boxes without murdering each other – and the fact that the crew usually consisted of bonded couples.
But that is something humans won’t know until the 23rd century when a Vulcan-human hybrid named Spock – the first such fusion that happens the natural way, albeit with the considerable support of comparative genetics and advanced medical technology – reveals to his commanding officer, a certain James T. Kirk, how the very first contact between Vulcans and humans really happened.
At the moment, however, Ianto is the only one aboard who knows these facts (with the possible exception of T’Pol), so he finds one cannot blame Captain Archer for his preconceptions.
A Matter of Time
Excerpt:
Had Archer taken the time to learn a little more about Vulcans instead of being mad at them all his adult life, he would know that cramped quarters aren’t something they are really uncomfortable with. Their current deeps space vessels may be huge, elegant monstrosities, but just a century earlier their explorers travelled in tiny scout ships with a crew of eight or ten at most, where privacy was an unknown concept. Only time-honoured Vulcan discipline made it possible to spend years in those tiny metal boxes without murdering each other – and the fact that the crew usually consisted of bonded couples.
But that is something humans won’t know until the 23rd century when a Vulcan-human hybrid named Spock – the first such fusion that happens the natural way, albeit with the considerable support of comparative genetics and advanced medical technology – reveals to his commanding officer, a certain James T. Kirk, how the very first contact between Vulcans and humans really happened.
At the moment, however, Ianto is the only one aboard who knows these facts (with the possible exception of T’Pol), so he finds one cannot blame Captain Archer for his preconceptions.