The Hopper The following story line is mine. Don't try to copy it cause I'll get mad
In a like vain, Star Trek and all characters are the sole property of someone other than me.

++"Time is a lonely place"++

As soon as the food had hit the bottome of her stomach, Deneb felt like she could've slept for another hundred years. But her hosts had been very curteous, the most curteous she'd come upon yet, and she didn't want to upset them unduly. The three of the men had stood there while she'd eaten, not speaking a word after the Captain's audacious comment that Deneb had not taken precious time to criticize. She put her fork down and glanced up at them.
"Well you had better sit, I told you it's a long story and I wasn't kidding" she gestured to the bed. The Doctor and the Captain exchanged a look but they both took a seat. The Vulcan remained standing.
"Typical Vulcan" Deneb whispered under her breath.
"To what are you refering?" the Vulcan asked (she hadn't caught his name yet)
"You're still standing" Deneb said. He seemed to miss the point but the Doctor picked it up.
"She's got you nailed, Spock" he laughed.
"You have experience with Vulcans?" Kirk asked.
"Some. Not many to tell the truth but enough to know their type. All....stolic. Big bores most of em, and single minded too. Plus they don't like to listen to reason!" She watched the Vulcan, Spock, carefully. He raised an eyebrow but did nothing more.
"See! Frustrating creatures. Plus, they're such condecending, arrogant little twerps!" Deneb added for good measure.
"Hey, I like this girl!" the Doctor proclaimed.
"Bones!" Kirk admonished and then turned back to her, "You said you were familiar with the Enterprise, but not this one"
"Why don't I just start at the beginning, shall I?" Deneb suggested.
"That would be logical" Spock commented. Deneb rolled her eyes.
"As I said, my name is Deneb Darling. I was named after a star. I always want to visit that star. I never got the chance. But I've been to lots of other stars! It all started when I was sixteen. Actually, my sixteenth birthday. I was dreaming about adventuring as a traveling writer. If I'd known that when I awoke I would be propelled into an adventure through time and outer space, I might've stayed asleep. But instead, I woke up. Half way across the country from where I'd gone asleep, and about fifty years in the future!" She told the rest of the story, each of the places she'd been, what had happened to her there and how this "power" seemed to work. It wasn't really a power. She had no control over it. Still, they listened as if they were facinated, probably because they were. Most people were.
"So, then I found myself on the Enterprise. I wasn't there long. But there was a Vulcan delegate there, Suvok or something, to speak with the one that worked there. Her name was T'Pol. She was the only Vulcan I ever met that I liked"
"You knew T'Pol?" Spock asked. Did she detect surprise in his voice?
"Yes. She was rather nice, actually. She didn't think of humans as...beneath her" Deneb shook her head a little at the memory.
"I don't believe it" Kirk suddenly proclaimed. Deneb turned her head to look at him.
"Has the human race lost the capability to beleive?" she asked in drolist.
"No. That's not what I meant. I believe your story, Miss Darling"
"Deneb"
"What?"
"Call me Deneb. Miss Darling is kinda annoying" Deneb interrupted him. He smiled.
"Deneb" he repeated, "That wasn't what I meant. I believe in your story, I just...don't believe it"
"Oh." Deneb nodded to herself, "Yeah" She could hear Spock saying "that is not logical."
"Well, Deneb. What shall we do with you now?" Kirk asked. Deneb blinked.
"I think" the Doctor said, standing and pulling Kirk to his feet to, "That we should let her get some sleep." Kirk looked at him.
"I may not know much about traveling through time, but I know plenty about being severely dehydrated, undernourished and overly exerted. I have to deal with you, don't I?" Kirk laughed at that.
"Right. Get some sleep Miss...Deneb. Just..hit this button when you wake up" he pointed and she nodded, thankful that she was going to get some sleep. She tried to paste a smile on her face as the three men went out the door.
The Captain stopped, just before the doors closed, and looked back at her.