Things that are the Same and Things that are not

Hello everyone! Here is my second story for Star Trek 2009, I was inspired by Fortunate Sons by beamirang. Please if you like this story go over and read theirs. I am only writing this fic because it seems that Fortunate Sons has been discontinued. I loved this story soooooo much, it was so creative, and I wanted to give it a try in my own way.

I hope you like it. Please if Read and Review, I love to hear from you lot and it really helps if you have any ideas about what I can do to make my writing better or the story better!

Let's get started,

Bluecat

Every universe was different. There aren't many who can see these differences, and some can't even believe that they exist. There are choices we make, in our life that ripple through time and travel across the different universes. Choice define who we are and what we will be, they shape our alternative selves and dictate their lives in turn.

In one universe, the USS Kelvin returned to earth. Safe and sound. With its newest member James Tiberius Kirk aboard with his two loving parents.

In another universe, the USS Kelvin was destroyed by a Romulan mining vessel from the future. Robing a mother and her new born baby, James T. Kirk of his father.

In this universe, the USS Kelvin was not destroyed by futuristic Romulans, however it didn't make a safe trip home either. In this universe the USS Kelvin was captured by a Klingon warbird. Their crew held hostage against the Federation. In this universe the USS Kelvin was the martyr that ignited the great war with the Klingons. The largest Space war in Starfleet's history.

Stardate 2258.42

Bridge

The crew of the USS Enterprise was sitting on the edge of their seats. After intercepting a civilian shuttle on the run from a Klingon prison ship in the neutral zone, they were antsy to return to Federation Space. The stalemate between the two factions was tense, this was not the first time that they had fought against an enemy ship. What concerned them most was what their Captain had found in the shuttle they had rescued.

Rumors ran rampant, with no first officer to quell the storm Commander Spock had taken the initiative and kept the bridge crew focused on the task at hand. There was talk that the Captain himself had carried the only person on the shuttle down to sickbay himself. No one had seen the person that had been on board, but the crew knew something had to be wrong when Lt. Cmd. Scott exited the shuttle and promptly lost the sandwich he had eaten recently. Dr. McCoy had followed closely behind the Captain, with his tricorder open and ready for diagnosis.

The crew tried to focus on the task at hand. While they had escaped mostly unscathed there was still a lot that needed to be done. They were returning to Star base 15 for a much-needed break.

The crew looked nervously between each other as Cmd. Spock sat in the Captains chair. No one had seen the Captain since they had destroyed the last warbird. As soon as confirmation had com through that the shuttle was secure the Captain had raced off the bridge to meet Dr. McCoy and a security team at the shuttle.

Cmd. Spock had given his orders and so the crew had followed his direction. They focused on their work trying to prevent distraction. They trusted the Captain to tell them what was going on when it was the right time.

Stardate 2258.60

It had taken the Enterprise four days to reach Star Base 15 at maximum warp. It was four days without news, it was four days without seeing their Captain. Commander Spock had been temporarily promoted to first officer, a position he never wanted as it detracted from his primary focus. Science. However, given the circumstances he was the only one left to fill the position it seemed the Captain had abandoned.

When the crew disembarked on Star Base 15 they were surprised and glad to find that their leave had been extended from five days to two weeks.

Now the two weeks were over, and they would be returning to the outskirts of Federation space. Their mission was to ensure the integrity of the frontier. The same mission they had been on for the last year, since the Enterprise was first launched.

As the bridge crew took their stations and prepared for launch they were happy to hear Ensign Chekov call, "Keptin on ze bridge."

Captain Christopher Pike entered the bridge with a proud smile on his face, glad to be back at the helm of his ship. Over his right shoulder the bridge crew saw a new face, who also had a bright childish grin present. He was clad in full blacks, with sandy blond hair and intense ocean blue eyes.

With everyone's attention still fastened on them Pike introduced the man. "This is James T. Kirk. He will be our new first officer." Everyone was curious of the man, no one knew where he came from, or what made him qualified to be the first officer of the Federation flag ship. Before the shock wore off, Pike took his chair in the center of the room.

"Take you station, number one. It's going to be a long ride."