Disclaimer:

All Star Trek characters belong to Gene Roddenberry, and all Twilight characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. Most aspects of this story were inspired by the movies of both franchises. My apologies to the actors of Twilight whose faces I'm using, and kudos to the new creative team behind the Star Trek reboot, whose character Spock (played by actor Zachary Quinto) is the one I'm borrowing for this hilarious bit of homespun 'heresy'.

***The events, characters, organizations, and any other names depicted in this novella are fictitious. Any similarities to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual organizations is purely coincidental.***

(Yes, I'm aware that Stephanie Meyer used places in Washington state that do exist. Just letting everyone know that I have no deliberate intention of scaring the actual residents.)

Hey, it's fanfiction, so give it a try! And, please, throw all expectations out the window. (I mean it. LOL)

Gah. Even I have no idea where this is headed! 'To boldly go where no crossover fic has gone before'...or since...or ever...!

This story takes place three years before Isabella Swan came to live with her dad, Charlie Swan, in the town of Forks.

Vulcan Twilight

-Twilight/Star Trek 2009 Crossover fanfiction by Kemurikat-

Prologue

Although he piloted a vessel of advanced technology created more than a hundred years into the future, it was not invincible. The Enterprise was under heavy fire and was unable to stop all of the deadly projectiles aimed at his Vulcan craft.

He was well aware of the gamble he and Kirk had taken, and had resigned himself to the consequences.

However, he had promised to return to her...

Yet his fingers rapidly tapped his console as he maneuvered his vessel to execute a collision course toward the most damaged area of the enormous Romulan warship. Despite the pain of his injuries, he forced his body and his crippled ship to stay its course.

The war criminal known as Nero had to be punished for the catastrophic annihilation of his home planet and it's six billion inhabitants, his mother numbering among them.

Witnessing his mother's death affected him in ways he could not explain, opening a floodgate of emotions he thought he had learned to suppress.

With seconds left to live, his mind dwelt on a singular regret...

Forgive me, Nyota.

I love you.

Chapter 01 - The Thing Bleeds Green

He stared wordlessly at the unconscious, ravaged body that was laid on a blanket atop the stone counter-top of the custom kitchen island.

"Carlisle! What the hell is it?" Edward asked in agitation.

"Your guess is as good as mine," Dr. Cullen replied. "At the moment, I'd settle for knowing how to save its life." He didn't like the amount of blood - if he could even call it that - soaking the gauze he pressed to a wound on its upper abdomen.

Recently pulled free, sizable wood splinters were among the various objects that littered the stone floor, each thickly coated with a greenish liquid that Esme efficiently scooped with a rag as she went. A cornucopia of medical supplies and instruments were scattered haphazardly around the kitchen, a surprising change to Carlisle's normally neat, methodical manner. As an accomplished doctor, (with centuries of experience) he knew precisely what was needed after a diagnosis, and only surrounded himself with the exact tools he required to complete his task.

In this case, for the first time since Edward had known him, Carlisle was at a loss and it clearly frustrated him.

"Esme and I were hunting when it appeared out of nowhere, falling hard and fast through a group of trees. I pulled out all the debris I could find. In the condition this creature's in, I'm amazed it's still alive," Carlisle declared, an expression of awe dominating his features. "But I wish it would stop bleeding. It's not like I can give it a transfusion."

Interestingly enough, the creature's greenish blood gave Edward no desire to attack it out of hunger, and even if it did, he wasn't sure he wanted to bite the thing. His aversion to the creature's blood was a good start and he recalled his experiences assisting Carlisle with his medical practice from time to time in the past. Perhaps a flash of insight might present itself, allowing him to help the poor creature. Surrendering to curiosity, he rolled up his sleeves and moved closer to the island.

Without warning, the creature's left hand shot up, clamping securely around Edward's right wrist. The instant it made physical contact, he gripped the table for support in sudden disorientation.

Both Carlisle and Esme were transfixed with worry as they watched Edward struggle to stand, his face grimacing in pain and confusion. It took all of their willpower not to approach him and dislodge the creature's hand, which held on so tenaciously.

"One more...missed...to stop...bleeding," Edward began saying, batting aside Carlisle's hand that held a wad of gauze covering an open wound on the creature's upper right abdomen.

Carlisle watched as an unseen force guided Edward's nimble fingers, pulling out a sliver of metal from somewhere within the bleeding mess.

"Safe...close...heart...no more danger...will slow...blood loss," Edward stammered through gritted teeth, his fingers pointing to the areas that needed suturing. Gasping loudly, he leapt to the opposite side of the kitchen when the creature's hand went slack, Esme dashing to his side.

Brow furrowed in disbelief, Carlisle took a minute to examine the open wound, quickly repaired the damaged areas as instructed, then quickly sewed it shut .

Shaken by his experience, Edward sat on the floor staring fixedly at one of the mysterious creature's pointed ears.

Six months prior to Edward Cullen's bizarre encounter...

Several decades had passed since they last lived in Washington State, particularly near the small town of Forks along the Olympic Peninsula. Their stay in Alaska had run its course, and it was customary for the Cullen family to leave an area before the local residents became too suspicious.

Destructive gossip was spreading among the nurses at the hospital in Anchorage were Carlisle was stationed. After thirty-five years, it was very strange for the man to remain as youthfully vibrant as he was when he first arrived, and other members of the family began experiencing the same problem in their individual occupations.

The Cullens didn't age because unbeknownst to every human being that lived and breathed on the face of the planet, the Cullens were, in fact, vampires. It was the only definition they had to explain their supernatural existence.

It was common knowledge among their kind that the majority of vampires scattered across the world were nomads or rogues, while some formed successful attachments and grouped themselves into covens. The largest and most powerful coven, the Volturi, resided in Volterra, Italy and were regarded as vampire royalty.

For what passed as normal in the vampire world, the Cullens were regarded as a freakish aberration to their race. What set them apart was their strict adherance to a philosophical ideal embodied by their 'father' Dr. Carlisle Cullen, who believed that despite their natural inclination to feed on human blood, every vampire had the willpower to make a conscious choice not to prey solely on human beings for food. Many vampires rejected this practice, since the act itself, of abstaining from drinking human blood was nearly impossible. The overwhelming blood-lust accompanied by the lure of blood-scent and the frenzy of the feeding process were such powerful primal instincts, it made conscious control ultimately difficult. As well, the taste of animal blood as an alternative was highly unappealing to vampires in general.

Another trait that set the Cullens apart was their use of the word 'family' to describe their affiliation to one another. The competitive nature and fierce independence inherent in every individual vampire prevented harmonious cooperation within large groups, where numerous rivalries turned fatal, resulting in diminished ranks or the coven's immediate dissolution.

Despite widespread resistance, Dr. Cullen remained enthusiastic about his family and their 'vegetarianism'. (It was a term jokingly put forth by Edward in the early years after his transformation as Carlisle's first companion)

And so, after living peacefully with the local residents for several decades, Dr. Carlisle Cullen uprooted his unusual family from Anchorage, Alaska and decided it was time to return, once again, to hunt the forests of Olympic National Park in Washington state.

First came the preparations. Esme and Carlisle went ahead to survey the acres of property just outside Forks, Washington that still remained in their name. They also had to assess the amount of repair or renovation that was needed to the existing house for it to be comfortably habitable. New documentation had to be forged to reflect their ages, reverting them back to the earliest number they could physically manage, which allowed the family the opportunity to remain longer in the area. This meant that the 'children' had to attend the local school, a role that Jasper - the Cullen's newly adopted vegetarian - was earnestly dreading. With job placements eagerly awaiting Dr. Cullen and his wife Esme, the new stage was set.

Secondly, came the move with all the gossip and excitement that customarily happened with it. The town of Forks didn't disappoint them as they each encountered a multitude of prolonged stares and whispered comments that first impressions generated. Of course, it didn't help that every member of the Cullen family was irresistibly attractive to the town's population. Although they were accustomed to predictable patterns of human behavior whenever they settled down in a new place to live, it didn't mean they were entirely comfortable with it.

"I hate moving," Rosalie grumbled, earning a laugh from Emmett.

"Cheer up, babe," Emmett crooned, as he embraced his lovely mate tightly from behind. "New town, new school. Just think of all the helpless boys you'll be reducing to putty at your feet."

"Mmmm...that's what I love so much about you. You know exactly how to cheer me up," Rosalie purred, turning around.

The couple then decided to treat the other family members present to a spirited display of tongue hockey.

"Oh, for heaven's sake," Edward remarked in annoyance, throwing the thickest encyclopedia he could find toward Emmett's head which Jasper intercepted.

"Hey, use your own books!"

Alice giggled as she watched Edward wrestle Jasper around the living room.

"Boys, break anything and I break you," Esme threatened, but shielded her smile of amusement with her right hand. Her body tingled warmly when Carlisle stood behind her and enveloped her in his arms. "We've done this a million times, but somehow, it never gets any easier."

"I truly wish there was a way to co-exist peacefully with the human population with no need to keep hiding or keep pretending. There are days when the very thought of relocation repels me," Carlisle said softly, wistfully observing the antics of his 'children' as they openly gallivanted while unpacking. "Which reminds me, I need to check in at the local hospital this afternoon."

The family had a weekend to unpack and explore the area, to familiarize themselves with their new territory, but more importantly, to re-establish the firm treaty they had with the local Quileute First Nation that resided near the shores of La Push beach, a few miles west of Forks.

In 1936, decades before Alice and Jasper decided to join their family, the five of them resided in Hoquiam, south of Forks, and were caught hunting for game on Quileute lands. Two warriors that had accompanied the Last Great Chief, Ephraim Black, watched warily from the sidelines as the authority figures of both sides forged a treaty that held faithfully to this day. However, the current descendants of Chief Black weren't entirely pleased by the return of the 'Cold Ones', and vowed to stay vigilant against a possible attack.

"Huh, that went well," Emmett snorted, tossing the keys of his extremely rugged, off-road jeep into a metal box in the spacious garage.

"As good as it gets when you're dealing with a pack of superstitious children," Rosalie remarked sourly.

"The Quileutes are a people of their word. Besides, you can't begrudge any living being the simple act of self-preservation. They're protecting their families, just as we do ours," Carlisle stated calmly.

"Speaking of self-preservation...are you sure it's wise that I attend the local school?" Jasper asked, turning to face the family patriarch. "Even with Alice by my side...I don't know if I can..."

"You'll survive; or more accurately, the school's population will. Don't fret, Jaz, you'll do fine," Edward grinned in a supportive manner, chuckling at the look he received.

Dancing into his arms, Alice gave her mate a tender kiss on the cheek.

"Edward's right, my love. Besides, I'll know exactly when or where if you ever lose control - which you won't," Alice reminded him sternly, staring reassuringly into Jasper's eyes, her hands holding his face firmly in place. The couple shared a chaste, but loving kiss, Emmett heckling them in the background.

"Anyone interested in a movie?" Esme asked cordially from inside the house.

"If it's a chick-flick, I'm out!" Emmett hollered back.

to be continued

Author's Note:

Well, love it or hate it, I'm curious to see reader input!

I'm sketchy on Vulcan physiology. There aren't that many comprehensive websites that give me the answers I'm seeking. And as far as signing up for a forum, the Official Star Trek site kept crashing on me, so I abandoned my registration. I'm accepting volunteers to be my Vulcan advisors. Been a Star Trek fan since Next Generation, and returned only recently since the new movie came out, so it's been a while. ^_^

I got sucked into the Twilight universe right after I was exposed to the movie. I thought the film was wonderfully done, most especially the cinematography, so naturally, I sought out the books.

Also, I'll do my best to try and stick to canon for both worlds, but it's not a strict rule. ;)

Found some interior pictures of the 'Hoke House' that was used in the movie as the Cullen's home. (Gorgeous house! If only I had the millions to pay Skylab Architecture to design me a similar one. *sigh*) The kitchen's custom island counter looked so extended, I certainly believe it's possible to toss Spock on top of it. ;D (Down ladies!)