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    There are those footsteps again, really he had just told Newton to leave and he comes right back in minutes later?  Irritating.

     " I do not have time for your incessant, useless, pra-- "

     " -- Oh.  My apologies, I had thought you were Newton. "

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The Slingshot Affect || Pacific Rim/Star Trek Crossover

How the Enterprise had managed to escape the black hole was a mystery to Jim Kirk. What happened next was even more unexpected. The battered and bruised ship had somehow gone back in time, flinging the startled crew at an Earth of the past.

While he was investigating a minor pod malfunction, the captain himself had gotten launched down at the planet. Now he was stuck in a world he knew absolutely nothing about without the Enterprise to help him.

A few months of living off scraps had helped him realize that his ship and crew were long gone. He was going to have to make the best out of this strange new world.

Jim did a few things he knew he would regret, but he managed to get his hands on fake identification papers. He kept his name but his date of birth had to change. He couldn't just walk around saying that he was over two hundred years old.

He finally manage to pick up a job of substance. Construction. It didn't require many skills that he was not already in possession of, and soon he had enough money to rent an apartment.

He didn't socialize with anyone and didn't ask too many questions about the seemingly horrific past this world had been through. It wasn't the Old Earth he'd read about as a child. Never in his books were 'Jaegers' or 'Kaijus' mentioned.

From what he picked up, Jaegers were machines built to fight the Kaijus. The idea intrigued him but he didn't allow it to occupy all of his time. He needed to work on blending in and his obviously pitiful knowledge of the past few years would make him stick out like a sore thumb.

Once a captain, Jim Kirk was now nothing more than a construction worker who cleaned up the messes left behind by the great battles of monster versus metal. Now, a chance encounter might change his fate, for he was about to meet one of the greatest Jaeger pilots of them all: Raleigh Becket.

Work had been incredibly dull, as always. Jim figured he'd pulled a muscle in his left shoulder and the idea of Bones fussing over him made his heart ache. He missed his friends and his ship but he wasn't given much time to ponder these thoughts. A loud boom indicated that a storm was closing in and he made a run for it back to his apartment.

"Shit!" A well worn curse word tumbled from his lips as his left shoulder made contact with someone else. In Jim's haste he had bumped into a fellow passerby, throwing him to the ground.

"God, I am so sorry." He stopped in his tracks and offered his hand to the man lying sprawled on the ground.

That face was familiar.  It took him a few moments but soon he placed it. It was the face of a Jaeger pilot he'd seen on the newsreels, though he couldn't remember the name. A slight sense of awe washed over Jim but he forced it down and waited for the man to speak, praying silently that this accident wouldn't turn into a fist fight.