Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek and I do not know who does since Gene Roddenberry is dead. Paramount or something. I am writing this simply for pleasure and I am not making any money off this.

This is my first story ever posted on ff.n. Yay me! This was originally a literature assignment and I thought I would post it here too. About time I put something up; I have a zillion ideas that I need to actually write down. Enjoy! (To my reviewers, I changed the format and I hope the paragraph breaks carry over this time).

"What do you mean by, 'The four of us appear to be stranded on a small, deserted island on a planet dangerously near Cardassian space that appears to have a Romulan girl living on it too!?'" Dr. McCoy asked Spock while he gesticulated at the trees around them. Spock raised an eyebrow at him and responded, "That is our current situation, as the storm in the exosphere prevents beaming and communicating and our shuttle has crashed here. There is water all around us and there is a female, Romulan life sign .412 kilometers to the west. Spock held a tricorder and continued to scan their surroundings.

"Well, while we are stuck here, let us go meet our 'friend,'" Captain Kirk said without ebullience. He, Spock, Dr. McCoy, and Pavel Chekov walked exactly .412 kilometers to the west, phasers out, until they found a teenaged Romulan girl sitting on top of a crashed shuttle, doing something that was making a strident noise.

"Hello!" Captain Kirk called. "Can we proffer assistance?" The Romulan looked down and her face took on a mixture of surprise and anger.

"Why are four Starfleet men making an incursion onto Romulan territory?" she asked, clearly unhappy with this vicissitude.

"Romulan territory? I thought this was Cardassian space!" Dr. McCoy said.

"Actually Doctor, I said that we were dangerously close to Cardassian space, not actually in Cardassian space. We are exactly-"

"That is great, Spock," Dr. McCoy interrupted, "but that still does not answer why this is Romulan territory."

"I live here. I am a Romulan. It is a tacit assumption," she replied, frowning. She interposed something between two pieces of metal on the shuttle with another strident screech.

"What are you doing!?" Chekov asked, covering his ears.

"Trying to get off this planet, since I have been here for a month doing nothing but attempting to fix this shuttle. Luckily the replicator still works. Trust me, your holovids of life on a deserted island are full of lies, for it is boredom more than anything else here." The five people were interrupted by a voice saying, "Admiral McCoy and Ambassador Spock to the bridge."

"Computer, end program," Spock said and they were instantly facing the walls of the holodeck of the U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701-E.

"I miss those days," Dr. McCoy said mournfully. "At least we know what life on a deserted island is now." He laughed. "Come on, Spock. Let us go see what Captain Picard wants from a retired Admiral and a legendary Ambassador."
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