BEAM ME UP, SCOTTY
This story was
written in response to the 2006 Tracy Island Writers Forum's
Silly Fic Title challenge.
commander wiped a sleeve across his forehead. The mountain
rescue in Alaska had been gruelling, to say the least. On top
of the other hardships he and his brothers had faced, the
territory was now in the middle of one of its worst winters on
record. Two hikers they had raced there to rescue from an
avalanche had been located and were safe, thanks to the four
young men dressed in blue, now in the process of packing up
their operation and heading back to Base.
one jumped in to help with the clean- up and securing of
equipment. Scott Tracy was grateful for his brothers' presence
on missions such as this, but at the same time fearful. They
were always ready to march into hell at his command and he
knew one day their luck would run out and someone would not be
coming home again...ever. He shook his head at these dark
musings and rebuked himself. He was exhausted. That much was
obvious. Things would look better after he'd had some sleep.
Sleep? When had he last had any? He couldn't remember.
Focus, Scott. He tried once again to concentrate on the
task at hand.
brothers worked together like a well oiled machine and
finally, they were ready to leave the scene. Scott gave the
all clear and Thunderbirds One and Two lifted off together, a
magnificent sight to those lucky enough to be in the immediate
vicinity. Once airborne, his brothers had insisted that Scott
fly on ahead instead of hanging back with Two, as he was prone
to do whenever Thunderbird One and her sister ship left the
danger zone together.
some convincing, but between Virgil, John and Gordon, they
managed to coerce their eldest brother into getting home ASAP
for some much needed rest. He had overseen no less than five
rescues in the last seven days and had been the only one to go
out on all five. Even Virgil, after he'd dislocated his
shoulder in one of the more sticky situations they'd found
themselves in this week, had to temporarily relinquish command
of Thunderbird Two to Gordon. That was one time Scott had been
glad to be away from home. Virgil had protested rather loudly
the decision to let Gordon pilot his ‘bird and had been
impossible to be around until he was back in the cockpit, or
so Tin Tin had told him. Though at least his condition had
afforded him a break and a chance to rest up...a chance Scott
Thunderbird One gave a sharp lurch to the left, Scott came
back to himself and realized that he'd been drifting. He
quickly righted her and was back on course, but was beginning
to wonder about his ability to make it home in one piece. If
there had only been a patch of dry land close by, he could
have set her down and taken a short respite.
was, he should have flown back in Thunderbird Two and let John
fly the gleaming silver rocket-plane home. The others had no
idea how tired he really was and his stubborn pride had gotten
the better of him. Since his position was considered to be the
backbone of field operations, he didn't want his brothers to
feel that he wasn't up to the task, no matter how many calls
they went out on.
himself for his lack of judgment as he fought to stay alert.
He knew better. Any good commander would not have taken the
chance of falling asleep at the helm, especially when it
wasn't necessary. It surely would have helped at this point if
he'd had something to focus on. Flying over the open sea,
especially at night, didn't afford you much in the way of
landmarks, or any other points of reference, except maybe for
the stars. He wondered to himself how the ancient mariners
must have felt. After all, the twinkling lights in the sky
were often their only means of navigation.
at his instruments and realized that he'd gained a good deal
of height, on the order of 20,000 feet. Pushing the
atmospheric envelope wasn't something to which he was
unaccustomed but it could have been disastrous if he'd fallen
asleep and stalled out. Then, something caught his eye and he
blinked once...twice. He couldn't be sure because of his
distance from the object, but it appeared to be circular in
shape. As he looked more closely, he could detect pulsating
lights of various colors within it. No, they weren't
pulsating. It was moving a bit closer now and he could see
that the object was actually phasing in and out of existence.
It was just hovering there as if waiting. For what he hadn't a
clue. He blinked again and tried to focus his tired eyes. That
must be it, he thought to himself. He was exhausted and had
now started to hallucinate. It was in no way a comfort to him
to realize that he was human after all, and not exactly
invincible. He had abused his body and was now paying the
when he noticed that the object had become brighter and seemed
to be rotating at a phenomenal rate. He was now much closer to
it and the light was becoming blinding in the red glow of the
cockpit, which was in night mode. Scott covered his eyes with
his hands, to no avail. He struggled to look at his onboard
scanners and found that the thing was not registering as
having any form or substance. It moved toward him and the
closer it came, the more he began to feel an odd sensation,
like pins and needles coursing throughout his entire body.
on the back of his neck stood up as he realized that the
object was moving even faster now and was heading straight for
him. They were on a collision course and in one swift
movement, he pushed all the way forward on the controls,
feeling Thunderbird One shudder in protest at the sudden
maneuver. He could almost hear her screaming objections as
they abruptly went into a vertical dive, his gimbal pilot's
seat swinging into place with the change of attitude. The
object, whatever it was, passed directly above him before
coming around for another pass.
that he'd better transmit a mayday to Base because he
might not get another chance to let them know what was
happening. He tried to keep his voice calm as he spoke into
"Thunderbird One to Base. Come in, please." Come on, Dad,
just about to try it again when the response came through.
One from Base. We read you, but we're getting some
interference. Scott, what's your position?"
He let out
a small sigh of relief. "Boy, am I glad to hear your voice!
Listen, Dad. I'm being pursued by an unidentified, er,
paused for a second, not certain he'd heard correctly. "You
mean there's a UFO chasing you?"
know what it is, but it's been dogging me for the last
15 minutes or so."
his father conferring with his youngest son, who was on his
shift rotation in the space station.
has just given me your exact position, three hundred fifty
miles southwest of the
Islands. He's getting some strange readings from the
instrumentation aboard One. I'm going to patch you through..."
your readings don't make any sense. What's happening down
know, Alan. All attempts at eluding the craft have failed.
I've never seen anything like it."
fired on you? Do you have any ideas about the pilot's
just seems to be playing cat and mouse with me. Every time I
try for level flight, it comes at me again."
spoke, the object once again began closing in on him.
making another run at me!"
father's anxious sounding baritone cut in
get outta there!"
need any prompting. Thunderbird One again voiced her
opposition as her skillful pilot grabbed the controls with
both hands and pulled back on the levers as hard as he could.
The rocket plane began climbing at an alarming rate and didn't
stop until it had again reached an extreme altitude.
Dad! Are you there?"
frowned. The transmitter was losing its signal but there
didn't seem to be any logical reason why. The closer the
object got, the harder it was to hear.
you're breaking up...Alan!"
the signal was lost altogether. Desperately he switched
frequencies and tried to reach Virgil, who was now just about
45 minutes behind him. To his dismay, all he got in reply was
an earful of static. At the same time he began to feel the
strange pins and needles sensation again, only this time it
was worse. His limbs felt like lead. His head swam. The
object, now filling his view port, had stopped and was
hovering next to him.
trying desperately to hang on to awareness, but it was getting
increasingly difficult. He was feeling the equivalent of
strong G Forces pressing down on him, pushing him into his
seat and he could no longer grasp the control levers. He
watched helplessly as his hand lost its grip and his arm slid
down into his lap.
aware that the glaring light had suddenly begun to sparkle
around him, enveloping him. Spots appeared before his eyes and
the pins and needles sensation intensified. Unable to fight it
any longer, Scott Tracy succumbed to oblivion.
disembodied voices seemed distant. He could detect a bit of
urgency in them and he appeared to be on the move.
Comprehension was fleeting and he suddenly wondered why he
wasn't walking under his own power, yet seemed to be traveling.
Try as he
might, his body would not cooperate. He was simply too drained
of strength to even open his eyes. The voices were becoming
garbled, merging into one droning murmur. Occasionally, he'd
be able to decipher a word or two that stood out.
feel himself being lifted and placed on a firm, flat surface.
The steady, pulsating rhythm which began shortly thereafter
lulled him back into the realm of unconsciousness.
sometime later, his throat so dry that it hurt to swallow. The
soreness brought him to full awareness and the memory of what
had happened to him came promptly to the surface. He sat bolt
upright, and instantly regretted it. He'd have to ask Brains
for some headache pills as soon as...he looked around,
puzzled. He was not in the sick room back at Base, nor did it
appear to be a hospital bed.
slightly as another presence in the room made itself known.
"Well, hello there. Glad to see you're with us."
It was a
kindly looking man with eyes that nearly matched the color of
the shimmery blue tunic he wore. There was some sort of
insignia he'd never seen before on his chest. It resembled an
watched as his patient tried hard to make some sense of his
new environment. "Don't worry. All the answers are coming. For
now why don't you just lie back and relax. Here's some water.
Drink it slowly."
gratefully took the proffered cup. He thought he detected a
hint of a regional accent in the man's speech, probably from
the southern United States. In any case, the voice seemed both
soothing and understanding. The man placed a hand on the
pilot's chest, but met with resistance.
I? Did I crash? What happened...?"
hold on there. There's no cause for alarm. Like I said, all
will be explained. In the meantime, you've been through a
rough time. You should try and relax."
Relaxation, however, was not currently on the field
commander's list of priorities. He insisted on trying to get
up off the table and was hit by a wave of dizziness like
nothing he'd ever felt before.
that be a lesson to you," said the kindly man, with a hint of
a smile in both his features and his tone.
allowed himself to once again be placed in a comfortably
horizontal position, since the alternative was to offer up the
entire contents of his stomach. He closed his eyes as he
fought against the bile still threatening to rise up from his
throat. He swallowed hard and tried his luck at speech.
He swallowed again. "Who are you?"
you'll just be patient..."
man in the tunic could complete the sentence, a door swooshed
open and in stepped a man whose very presence seemed to
command authority. He was wearing a gold shirt bearing the
same type of insignia on the chest. He was younger than the
other man and had some sort of braiding on his sleeves. Scott
definitely got the impression that the man in charge
of...wherever he was had just walked through the door. He
smiled in Scott's direction and he knew then an explanation
would be forthcoming.
doctor, how's our star patient?"
haired pilot noted the use of the title. Well at least I
know he's not some mad scientist bent on biological
experimentation...at least I hope not.
mend and hungry for answers, Captain."
Captain of what?
answers he'll get. Question is, can he handle the truth?"
Scott's anxiety level was reaching an all time high. He had no
idea what the looks that were passing between these two
"persons" meant. He became worried that something catastrophic
in nature had occurred. His thoughts immediately went to the
island and his family. After all, the menace that had pursued
him seemed alien in nature. What if...? Aliens!
moment the sickbay doors parted once again and in strode a man
clad in a different type of blue shirt. Upon closer
examination of him, Scott did such a double-take that he
nearly gave himself whiplash.
smiled knowingly. "I see my manners have been lacking. I am
Captain James T. Kirk and you are aboard the United Space Ship
Enterprise." Turning to the "man" beside him he added, "This
is my first officer, Mr. Spock."
of reaction from their guest prompted Spock to elaborate. "I
am from the planet Vulcan. My mother is from your planet
Earth, making me half human."
guest's hand went up to rub at his temple. "This can't be
happening. I must have hit my head really hard or something."
quite real, I assure you." Kirk looked pointedly at him. "And
since we're doing introductions, it's nice to meet you too,
Mr. Tracy. Scott I believe, isn't it?"
of his name seemed to shake the eldest Tracy sibling out of
his state of near catatonia. He eyed the captain warily. "What
else do you know about me?"
continued. "Eldest of the five Tracy sons born to ex-
astronaut and billionaire entrepreneur, Jeff Tracy. Heir to
Tracy Corp. and the Tracy estate. Oh yes, and field commander
of the most famous organization to ever exist, International
Rescue. Not to mention pilot of Thunderbird One, the fastest
craft of her time in the world."
nonplussed. "How do you know all that? Not even the world
during this time knows who we really are."
matter of historical record in our time, Scott, resulting from
a rescue you performed in what was formerly known as Paris,
France. The entire city was...well, just stay away from the
Eiffel Tower. Anyway, maybe that's more than you need to know
at this point."
Air Force captain wasn't about to let that go. "Oh no
you don't, tell me the rest of it, dammit!"
believe, sir, that the situation at present presents a
much more pressing problem."
right, Mr. Spock," Kirk conceded.
that situation," Scott inquired, "Wh-What happened to me? How
did I get here?"
explained. "Your craft, a very advanced one for this time
period I might add, was being pursued by a probe of
extraterrestrial origin. The beings that sent it have
apparently also discovered our secret of time travel. We
followed the device here in the hopes of preventing it from
affecting Earth's history. Going by the old calendar, we
should have arrived in the year 2005. However, due to a
disturbance in the flow of time, we arrived 25 years later. It
must have happened when we followed the probe around the sun.
Its gravity caught us simultaneously and since we were
traveling together at warp speed..."
travel I've heard of, but what the hell is warp speed?
carried on. "...it acted as a slingshot attempting to propel
too great a mass and we fell short of our goal..."
If Brains were here it would be love at first sight.
matter, we were still successful in stopping the probe in
this time and preventing any interference with the normal
course of events."
for when you grabbed me, you mean." Scott said. At the look on
Kirk's face he asked, "Why was this thing chasing me, anyway?"
caused it to go astray." Kirk said. "Its programming must have
malfunctioned and it thought you were a missile, since you
were flying much faster than any aircraft known in this time.
We had to do something to get you out of there before you got
too high a dose of the radiation it was emitting. It was close
but we managed to grab both you and your ship before
destroying the probe and the doctor here gave you a shot to
counteract any radiation sickness. Lucky thing we were in the
thanks for the help but why was this probe sent here?"
we've been able to tell, its main purpose seemed to be the
alteration of some significant event that took place early in
the twenty-first century. Our mission was to determine what
that event was and just how it might have affected the
historical development of Earth so we could prevent the probe
from changing it. Even though we arrived twenty five years
late, I believe we were successful."
"Twenty-first century? Took place?" Scott was almost
afraid to ask the question as he raised a shaky finger to
point in their general direction. "Ah, what...what
from the twenty-third," the man he knew as the captain
slowly sat up on the table again and put his head in his
hands, groaning. A part of him was in denial, though on some
level, he believed them. It had to be the only explanation for
what he had just been through.
worry, son," the man known as the doctor said. "We realize
this is going to take a little while to sink in."
Scott's head came up. "Thunderbird One, where is she?"
her in tow," the captain informed him. "She'll be fine until
we can figure out what to do with you."
out what to do with me? I want to go back to my home and my
afraid that might be a problem, given the fact that you've
seen us and know where we're from."
pilot's eyes widened in the beginning stages of panic. Were
they saying that he might never be able to leave and would
have to go back with these people to their own time? Or, were
they going to...?
a call came through to the sickbay.
Kirk, please contact Mr. Scott on the bridge...Captain Kirk,
please contact Mr. Scott on the bridge."
somewhat soothed by the overtly feminine voice. Mmmm, she
sounds nice. Did she just say Mr...Scott?
The man in
the gold shirt turned to the patient from the past, who
regarded him apprehensively. "Excuse me, duty calls. Take care
of him, Bones."
huh? Guess it's better than ‘hey you!'
Kirk motioned for Spock to join him and went to the nearest
wall intercom outside in the corridor.
the voice on the other end said in an unmistakable
Scottish brogue, "Can you and Mr. Spock please come to the
bridge? I've discovered some interesting facts about our
unexpected guest and that probe..."
patientstared dejectedly after the captain and his first
officer as the doors swooshed shut behind them. Scott's eyes
focused briefly on the floor before rising to meet the
Leonard McCoy, at your service."
A ghost of
a smile crossed Scott's features. "Dr, ah, McCoy, what kind of
a ship is this that it can travel into the past?"
that's a long and complicated story, which I'm not entirely
sure I'm qualified to tell."
allowed to tell either I'll bet,
was obvious that he wasn't going to get the doctor to
elaborate further on anything other than his physical
condition, Scott relented and eased up on his interrogation,
temporarily. He'd get his answers, maybe not this second, but
he'd get them.
and Spock's return they went, along with McCoy, into the
physician's private office to confer. Scott was fit to be tied
and had lost any patience he might have had by the time they
"I want to
know if you're going to release me." He stated in a tone that
suggested he wouldn't stand for anything other than a straight
afraid we can't do that." Kirk said. "The people of this Earth
can't know the future. It might alter history as we know it."
glared at the captain, wondering if this whole thing was some
elaborate ruse to make him reveal IR's secrets. What he saw in
Kirk's face did not betray any deceit but he knew after all
the attempts by the Hood, some military types and various
private interests to obtain the location of their base and
their technology, he couldn't always trust what he saw.
about to divulge information about you to anyone since I can't
even reveal who I really am."
sorry, Scott, but we just can't take that chance." At the look
on the pilot's face, Kirk added, "I am sorry."
of never seeing home again, never seeing his family, Oh
God, Virgil, ever again came unbidden and the
torment was more than he could bear. He lowered himself off
the examination table and drew himself up to his full height
of six feet, two inches, enabling him to tower over Kirk.
Scott's cobalt eyes bored down into Kirk's hazel ones.
supposed to make me feel better? Just what do you plan on
doing with me, Kirk?"
the sickbay doors once again slid open to reveal what appeared
to be a security detachment. The two red-shirted men had what
looked like some type of weapon strapped to their sides.
Apparently, they had been monitoring the situation.
He knew it
would do him no good to run since he had no idea where he
would go. He just knew he had to get out of there, get back to
where he belonged.
issuing orders. "Take our guest to the quarters we've prepared
for him and confine him there until I tell you otherwise."
came in unison. "Yes, sir!"
attempted to lead him out the door, the field commander
abruptly spun around and blindsided one of the guards with a
round-house kick, taking them all by surprise. Before anyone
could react, he had obtained the man's weapon and was now
aiming it at the remaining four crew members.
stop!" Kirk pleaded, trying to distract him.
"No way! I
want you to put me back where I belong...now!"
raised the firearm higher, even though he had no idea how to
use it. He really didn't want to hurt them but...
looked resignedly at Scott and sighed. "Very well, Tracy. Mr.
Spock, if you will?"
Captain. Sir, if you will just follow me..."
never had time to react as Spock's hand jutted out and grabbed
him in the area between the neck and shoulder. He dropped like
a rag doll, the weapon clattering to the floor.
regarded the prostrate man with a modicum of respect. "Jim,
why didn't you tell him that the pivotal event in history the
probe was trying to change was his mother's death?"
couldn't see any point in burdening him further, Bones. It was
apparently a very hard time for him and his family and there
seemed no advantage to dredging up old memories. At least we
know that the formation of International Rescue will still
happen, as it was meant to."
officers were huddled around the examination table where they
had carried the once again oblivious pilot.
now?" McCoy asked.
know. Any ideas, Spock?"
pensive for a brief moment and then appeared to have come to a
decision. "Captain, if you'll permit me, I may be able to
selectively remove certain memories from Mr. Tracy's
expression conveyed that he did not approve. "Jim," he
cautioned, "are you really going to let him perform some
Vulcan disappearing act on this man's mind? Think of the
consequences should he erase the wrong memories. And what if
it doesn't work at all? How will we know?"
yourself, Doctor." Spock countered. "I have had some
experience with this technique, which has proven quite
really?" Bones said, intrigued. "Just who did you use it on?"
couldn't help but catch the nano-second in which Spock's eyes
shifted towards Kirk. The doctor's eyes rolled upwards to the
heavens as his head slowly shook from side to side. "Spare me
the details. I don't want to know."
simply stood there for a second, perplexed at the non-
existent conversation. Spock noticed and did his best to
about to say, Doctor, that the technique was performed on
someone with whom I am intimately familiar, and they seem to
have suffered no ill effect."
debatable," Bones muttered.
looked questioningly from one to the other and threw his hands
in the air.
know what you two are on about but now's not the time. Spock,
do whatever you need to, and quickly. Then, if this works, you
can start your computations for time travel, since we'll have
to return him to the moment just after we destroyed the probe.
That way, we won't have to worry about him ever encountering
Captain." The Vulcan slowly approached the unconscious form on
the examination table and placed both hands on the areas just
under his eyes and along the bridge of his nose.
to Thunderbird One, come in, Scott!... Scott, do you read me?
Thunderbird One. I read you, Father."
hear his father's exhaled sigh of relief.
Heaven. We thought we lost you, son. What happened? You
dropped off our scanners for a moment. We thought you'd
Father. Everything's under control."
you were being pursued by an unidentified aircraft!" Alan
you transmitted a distress call! Don't you remember?"
didn't know what to make of what his father and Alan were
telling him. He thought Gordon might be responsible but
couldn't imagine his father being in on one of his younger
brother's practical jokes. "No, sir. I don't recall doing
thought he'd suddenly been transported to the Twilight Zone.
"But, Scott, what about...?"
becoming mildly perturbed. "Look, I really don't know what the
two of you are talking about but everything's fine. If I
was being pursued, I guess whoever it was didn't find me a
very interesting target and gave up. I'm fine, really. Um,
Dad, do you think you could move the pool so I could land?"
Oh, sorry...There, you're cleared to land. And, Scott?"
calling for an extensive debriefing the minute you get in
thing, Father. One out."
the communication and became aware that his exhaustion had
virtually disappeared. He didn't know how but he felt raring
to go. It was good to be home. And somehow he knew that he was
lucky to be there, in more ways than one.
to say, the debriefing was a bit, well, weird. Jeff had
insisted that Scott get himself checked out thoroughly by
Brains just to make sure he was both physically and mentally
fit for duty.
It had now
been two days and Scott had practically forgotten what all the
fuss was about to begin with. He'd been jogging along the
beach this morning when his wrist comm. came to life.
here, I read you loud and clear."
just gotten a rescue call, son."
give you the details when you get back to the villa but it
seems there's been an accident in the heart of downtown
Paris, something involving the Eiffel Tower."
color drained from the pilot's face. He didn't know why but
something hit him like a blow to the stomach. "D-Did you say
the Eiffel Tower?"
why, son? You sound a little strange. Is everything all