A/N: As a reminder, this weird version of Star Trek is based on my life, so there's no telling what will happen because life is unpredictable.
Ode to A Starship by Lina Shay
Chapter thirteen: The Journey
Sisma decided that replicated cheese just didn't have the right flavor. She wanted to take Peter back to Vega. It wasn't too far away, so I said I would go with her. We made it to Vega fine, and she found the cheese she wanted at a marketplace near her hometown. It was beginning to get late, though, so we started back. We were manuvering through an astroid belt when the engines stalled.
"Why is it we never think of to bring an engineer on these trips?" I muttered as Sisma was looking over the systems.
She fired thrusters briefly, but only one came on and it sent us drifting toward an astroid. We both screemed. Sisma tried desperately to fire the other thruster, but it wouldn't come on. She fired the first thruster again just in time to astroid by a foot. She decided not to fire thrusters again.
"I don't know what to do," she breathed, covering her mouth with her hand. "We're dead in the water and Peter's communications have been down for a while."
I just stayed quiet. It was a trained responce. When I was young and my mom's transport would break down or we would get lost, my mom would tell us all to be quiet so she could think. Ever since then, I try my best to be quiet and calm in an emergency situation.
Sisma was doing a diagnostic when suddenly someone beamed aboard.
"Are you all right?" asked Commander Jeff, the First officer of the Wasatch.
"My engines aren't working," Sisma told him.
Comander Jeff took a quick glance at the controls, then said, "We can repair this on the Wasatch. I'll tow you with the tractor beam on my shuttle."
"Oh, thank you!" Sisma cried.
Comander Jeff just smiled and beamed back to his own ship. The next thing we knew, he had put a tractor beam on us and was towing us. Sisma looked like she was about to cry.
"I was so scared," she told me.
I just nodded. I had been scared too. If Comander Jeff hadn't come along, we could heve been drifting for days before the Wasatch would come looking for us. They would miss their chief medical officer. I'm not sure how much I would be missed.
Comander Jeff towed us into the shuttle bay and then left again. Sisma got out of the shuttle and stared off at his shuttle through the shuttlebay door. His ship went into warp.
"Where's he going?" Sisma asked desperately. "I wanted to thank him."
"He was probably on a mission," I shrugged. "That's why he was out. He had to go back to doing whatever he was doing."
"But I wanted to thank him," Sisma said, disappointed.
"You did already," I reminded.
"But I wanted to thank him again," she muttered.
"We can thank him when he gets back," I assured her.
We found pleasure in telling B'Liz that we had almost died. She just laughed at us.
I went back to my quarters.
"Computer, any messages sent over subspace?" I asked.
"Negative."
I went over to the replicator and asked for some Deka tea. After it materialized, I made myself comfortable in a plushy chair and sipped it. Abelista came out of the bathroom in a nice outfit
"Hey, Lina," she greeted indifferently. "How are you?"
"Good," I muttered. "Where are you going?"
"My friend Craig is taking me to the holodeck," she told me. "I'll see ya."
She left me alone in the quarters. I ended up taking a nap in the chair after a few moments. When I awoke, I called out instantly, "Computer, any messages?"
"Negative."
Why wasn't Ston contacting me? I bit my nail for a second.
"Computer, start recording message for transmission to Starfleet Outpost 76, personal quarters of Lt. Ston," I said as I positioned myself. "Hey, Ston. Our ship is going to coming upon your outpost soon. I was thinking of beaming down for a while. If you are going to be around the common area at two-ish, I hope we can run into each other. See ya. Stop recording. Send."
As the computer acknowledge my comand, I realized that I was no longer indifferent to Ston. No matter how much I wanted to be careful, I couldn't help liking him. I walked over to my shrine and knelt down.
"Dear Prophets, please help him to be there."