Writer: ok, this is my first ever Star Trek fanfiction, and I'm telling you this will take a LONG time to update. Just thought I'd warn you. And I don't think I'm that good at writing Star Trek fanfiction besides. Another thing, sorry I talk like I am a depressed fanfiction writer with absolutely no life.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek. In fact, when I wrote this, I had hardly even seen that much Star Trek, thus this story completely sucking. I only cheated and saw some of the other episodes, and the one where Data died. Then I burst into tears, because I am just that kind of dork, (aren't we all?) and wrote my own version of Data coming back. It was and is weird. Enjoy.

The explosions cleared away, leaving nothing but empty space. Eyes stared hard into the vast blackness, looking for anything, anything to show their friend was still there. Though each one of them knew it was impossible, they looked for a pale face standing out against the darkness. Maybe some singed hair, but not dead. He had not just been exploded with that ship.

But nothing showed. Fire cooled with nothing to feed it, the last traces of the ship and the contents of it faded into the vortex of space, leaving the black backround with the pin pricks of stars they had always seen in front of them, nothing there.

There weren't even any pieces of him.

They thought.

As his friends drank to him on the ship he had so long inhabited, a single piece of metal, something that would seem like nothing to any passing ship, floated through space, still moving out like all the stars had after the original explosion that had started it all. It was a file, a file that no one at first glance or maybe even any glance would realize was someone's…

Life?

They didn't know that memories, thoughts, personality, and maybe even emotions… were saved onto a single little disk.

As the universe went on, this small bit of Data 'stopped'.

It was a simple thing that even Data hadn't thought of before he let himself die. And it was like a disk with a file on it, the file wasn't read or living in the disk, it merely seemed to sleep. Just a whole 'person' saved on a tiny bit of metal.

Which would of course do not good whatsoever if the little bit of metal was never put in a "body" again.

So the file fell, it rotated and turned in space, and then a tug of gravity pulled it gently, and it attached itself like an object on a string being turned around a person, but this object was too small to turn like a moon, so it got closer and closer to an almost forgotten little planet, and eventually it began to fall. Had the planet any more gravity, the small file would have been destroyed, burned away by a shell of fire surrounding it by the force of the fall. This actually would have happened anyway, had it not been for a simple, slightly unpredictable, and a very strange coincidence.

A ship passed, heading for the planet. It was not a large or fancy ship, in fact it was amazing that the file tapped the top of the ship in the first place, then being swept back quickly by the ship's speed, and it accidentally lodged itself between two crooked sheets of metal on the top. And it was because of the crooked sheets of metal that the owner of the ship, a short and slightly odd looking young man who wished he was a captain of a large ship instead of a flyer of a slightly stolen one, was taking it to a very cheap shop which was actually free to him where a very well trained person in mechanics would fix it, and in the process see the little file and realize from the training the space ship repairer had in mechanics and many other forms of science that has to do with dreadfully confusing little twists and turns of wires and metal, that this was in fact, an important file. The mechanic would notice the slightly singed corners of it and conclude some type of fire or explosion was involved, or really both, and then find the type of 'machinery' that the little file went with, which actually wasn't hard considering the planet this mechanic lived on.

And so based off an incredible coincidence of random events, pale metal eyelids opened, and pale eyes looked around at the strange (planet, place, series of events that had lead to this happening, and other strange things were also going through his head) room he was now lying in.

It was very confusing even for him, especially if you had thought you were well, dead.

Writer: ok, I know this sucks. I also know it's incredible wishful thinking. But a lot of people wrote stories about Data coming back after he exploded, come on! Another thing, I know my writing style doesn't sound at all like Star Trek, in fact it really sounds like some really bad fanfiction writer trying to sound like Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy. But I know I can't copy the way Star Trek was written, because my writing style would say "You can't do this" and it would turn out to suck even more than this. Well, review.