AN: I placed this story under Star Trek because I used Chris Pine as the main character. I still hope that you enjoy it anyway. :) Look forward to your comments!

Chapter One

Chris Pine got off the plane in the small rundown town of Scandoshka. He could see the tops of the gray brick buildings shooting upwards into the overcast sky. Everything about this place seemed so barren and bleak. His teeth chattered as he followed the five other people disembarking the flight into the terminal. Chris felt as if he had to squint a bit to find the luggage belt. He didn't know if it was due to the fact that a lot of the lights seemed to be in need of replacing, or because the floor and walls were both gray like a prison.

The clunk CLUNK of the luggage belt as it came around snapped him out of his thoughts. He watched as his brown bag soon came around on the belt, plucking it off. He used his free hand to push the baseball cap down more on his head as he turned to begin his way through the darkened terminal. He padded past the sole gift shop kiosk and some random ham restaurant; both with workers there that looked as if they wished they were somewhere else.

He couldn't believe that this is where his identical twin sister has been hiding her entire life.

Breaking off towards the ham restaurant, he noticed the worker near the register was busily chewing bubble gum and talking on her cell phone. The worker in the kitchen stayed behind a perpetually hissing grill, seeming to be zoning out as he stared off into the distance. Chris moved to set his luggage down by his feet as he stood in front of the register. His eyes scanned what he could see of the interior of the place, and he was unsettled by how greasy and unkempt everything looked. Seeing that the person at the register wasn't about to get off their phone anytime soon, he balled a hand into a fist in front of his mouth and cleared his throat. The worker jerked her head up then; her name tag finally coming into view. Chris narrowed his eyes on the tag.

"Molly," said Chris as he focused his eyes up onto the girl's face, "I just was wondering if you could direct me to where the rental cars are."

She looked back at him in an unamused fashion. Rolling her eyes, she obnoxiously snapped her gum and returned her attention back to her phone for a moment.

"Gonna have to call you back, Jimmy. Got some tourist here. Gotta actually work now..." She clicked the phone off after that, looking back at Chris. "It's over there..."

Molly pointed in an unamused manner off to the right where a skinny gray man seemed to be leaning against a wall in a red and black plaid coat, asleep. Chris nodded his head. He reclaimed his luggage and walked off to where the man was leaning against the wall. As Chris approached, he could see that the man was definitely asleep. His wrinkled eyelids were closed, and a soft snore seemed to be passing his lips.

"Umm...sir?"

Chris was unsure of whether to reach out and shake him. After a few seconds of deliberation, he reached out to shake the man by the shoulder gently. The shaking caused the man's eyelids to immediately snap open and look towards Chris.

"Hey now! What's this? An earthquake?" The man reached out to grip Chris firmly by the shoulders. "There's an earthquake, sonny! Make sure that you run for cover!"

"It was just me..." said Chris with a reassuring smile, gently shrugging out of his grasp. "Is this where I pick up my rental car?"

Once the man settled down and realized that there wasn't an earthquake going on, he nodded his head. However, that wasn't right off. The man was still determined that there was an earthquake going on somewhere. He tore off down the small section of the terminal; past brown cushioned chairs that had the stuffing spilling out of their splits.

"EARTHQUAKE! EARTHQUAKE!"

"Stu!" snapped Molly from the bacon restaurant. "Stop it. There is no earthquake."
"The ground! It's shaking!" Stu clambered up onto one of the chairs, looking about with wide eyes. Chris looked on with equally wide eyes, confused by it all. At this point, he was honestly trying to bottle up a laugh that threatened to erupt from him. He had no idea what madness he had stepped into.

"STU! GET OFF THE CHAIR!"

Chris turned then to see that the man that had previously behind the grill had woken from his trance. He was walking out of the restaurant, tearing his greasy apron off and aside. Stu looked towards the man stalking towards him.

"Tommy! Get to cover!"

"Oy!" Tommy finally reached where Stu was standing. Grabbing him, he tossed him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"PUT ME DOWN, SONNY!" yelled out Stu before Tommy sighed and put him back down.

"Then stop screaming about there being an earthquake. You know there isn't. Breathe, grandpappy."

"Fine...Fine..." Stu took a few deep breaths in and out before looking back towards where Chris was standing. Once he was calm, he walked back over to Chris and Tommy walked back to the restaurant.

"Sorry about that," apologized Stu. "Yes, this is where you can get the rental cars."
He adjusted the knit cap on top of his head that had gone off to the side during his panic. He stuck out a hand in Chris' direction.

"My name is Stu."

"Nice to me you, Stu," said Chris, extending a hand. The two exchanged a handshake before Chris retracted his hand. "So...the car?"

"Ah! Yes! The car!"

Stu turned and began to semi-waddle towards the doors with Chris following him close behind. As Chris followed, he noticed all of the worn out "Thank you for Visiting" signs that seemed to be dying within their respective cases on the walls.

"Not many people visit Scandoshka," remarked Stu, causing Chris to snap back to attention.

"Well, it might be because it's not really known. I didn't even know it existed until last week."

Which was true for Chris. Everything about the past week had been an utter whirlwind. He had found out last week, through a case of one random fan outside the Paramount lot, that there was a female lookalike of him from their hometown of Scandoshka. When Chris was shown a picture, he was unsettled at their facial resemblance. After many calls to try to find out more about this person, he found out that that person was related to him through blood; that that person was his long lost twin sister that had been taken from the hospital at their birth. It bothered him that no one ever tried to find her, not even their parents. That's why he had dropped everything to fly all the way out here to find her.

"What brings you to Scandoshka then?" asked Stu.

Chris jumped a bit seeing that Stu had stopped his slow migration towards the door and was now staring right at him. He cleared his throat before saying, "I've come to visit a relative."

"Well now. Family always brings people to Scandoshka. That and the yearly Running of the Swine."

"Running of the Swine?"

"Yes, you've actually come to town at the right time to take in both."

Chris followed Stu as he exited the doors, seeing flags with pigs in sumo outfits flapping from the poles in the cold wind. Chris didn't know how to react to the flags, so he was left opening and shutting his mouth like a fish. It was a reaction that generated a laugh from Stu.

"That's the typical reaction of a foreigner too. Welcome to Scandoshka!"
Stu held out a car key to Chris. Dangling from the key as a key chain was a red fuzzy tag with googly eyes on it. Chris stared at it oddly before he claimed the key in his hands.

"Don't forget to return the key at the end of your stay."

"I won't," said Chris.

He unclenched his palm to stare at the key chain again as Stu began to whistle a tune to himself and walk off. The key had a number written on it in black sharpie, and as Chris looked up from the key, he noticed that a banged up red convertible with the same number on the windshield stared back at him. Chris walked towards the convertible. As he clambered inside it to sit down on the chewed up leather seat, he threw his luggage down into the passenger seat beside him.

"If my twin sister can survive this for thirty some odd years, so can I..." muttered Chris to himself.

As he stuck the key into the ignition and the car guttered to life, he backed it up and began his drive into the small, decrypt looking town of Scandoshka.