Angel/Star Trek Enterprise Crossover fanfiction
Charles 'Trip' Tucker stumbled through what appeared to be a pristine, white bar. He stopped at the sight of a man in leather, stood holding a glass of a liquid, which looked not dissimilar to Irish whiskey.
"So this is it? This is the afterlife? Bit weird, here... I'm not sure I can stand being here for the rest of eternity!
"I know t' feelin', lad. Me names Francis Doyle. And y' are?"
"Charles Tucker. But ya can call me Trip if ya wanna. What species are ya?"
"Wha' is tha' supposed t' mean? I'm as human as t' day is long! *sorta...* And wha' d'y' know of demons, an' how?"
"Whatta ya talkin' 'bout? Was just askin' if ya were a Terran or off-worlder!"
"Oh... Erm... Well, me names Francis Doyle, like I said, born in the 20th century, and-"
Trip spt out a mouthful of his newly acquired drink, and gazed at Doyle in shock.
"I'm sorry... WHEN did ya say ya were born?"
"20th century. Why?"
"'Cause that's like... that'd make ya... like... 100!"
"Well... when ae y' from, then?"
"The 22nd century!"
"Well... that's cool. What're y' doin'here, though? At the wating room?"
"Yeah. It's where the dead go to wait for loved ones. So who's the lucky lass? Or are y' more into lads? Naah, you're straight, aren't y'."
"Erm... T'Pol. My... girlfriend? I was gonna ask her t' marry me... then the whole dying thing came up..."
"I know t' feelin'. I was besotted wi' thi' girl, Cordelia, but then I died savin' her, my boss, an' a ship load o' fellow... guys. So now, we gotta wait for them t' pass over."
"Well I've gotta long time to wait then! Vulcans live longer than Terrans."
"Well, this is kinda my job now. Waiting here, takin' th' newbies in. If y' wan' t' go through to th' afterlife, jus' step through this here door."
A door appeared in the centre of the room.
"Y'know, I think I'll stay here f'awhile. Wait for T'Pol. Ya never know... She might show up some time. We can wait for 'em together."