The wailing of a babies broke through the conn. George Kirk perked up at the sound of his new children.

"What are they?" He asked. His wife, Winona Kirk, held in her hands two babies. Twins.

"It's a boy." She gave her wailing son a smile and kissed his head before looking at the other. "And a girl." She quickly added and repeated the same process she did with her son to her only daughter as her husband talked.

"A boy? And a girl? Tell me about them." George Kirk told his wife. He wanted to know at least something about his children before he died.

"They're beautiful." She paused for a second. She took in their looks. Both had blue eyes that looked remarkably similar to George's. "George, you should be here." Winona said. George just nods in agreement as he looks ahead.

"Impact Alert." The computer warns him. He looks at how much time was left. He had roughly 18 seconds left.

"What are we gonna call him?" He asked. George kept looking straight ahead as if he could see his newborn children right in front of him.

"We can name him after your father." She replied looking down at her son once again.

"Tiberius? You kidding me? No, that's the worst." He said as he smiled holding back tears. Then looked back down at the time. Less than ten seconds left. "Let's name after your dad. Let's call him, Jim."

"Jim." Winona repeated. She'd name after whatever George wanted, after all he wasn't going to be around for much longer. "Okay. Jim it is. What about her?"

"Lily." George said without hesitation. "Let's call her Lily." Less than five seconds left before impact.

"Okay"

George looked down at the time left. Two seconds to go before impact. "Sweetheart? Can you hear me?" He asked his wife

"I can hear you." She responded looking back up at the ceiling of the shuttle. George had less than a second left.

"I love you so much." 20 milliseconds. "I love you." George said before he was hurtled forward onto something as the USS Kelvin crashed into the unknown enourmous ship.

Winona saw the explosion that claimed the life of her husband through the window. Tears spilled from her eyes as she hugged her newborn children.

-Years Later on Earth-

"You know what get the hell out of the house! When your mom comes back she can deal with you!" A man walks out of the house following an older boy. Trailing behind him were two kids, a boy and a girl. The man continues to talk. "Go ahead! Go! You think I give a damn!"

"Where are you going?" asks the boy ignoring the man for a second.

"As far away as I can get!" Replies the boy in front. He had blonde hair much like the boy who was following the man, yet had it a bit of brown like the little girl.

"Which won't be far enough!" retorted the man. "This is my house! Not yours, not your mother's!" he turns to the young boy, completely ignoring the girl behind him. "What do you want Jimmy?" The oldest boy stops and looks back.

The boy, named Jim, hesitates before answering. "I just don't want my brother to go." He replies looking over at his brother.

"Well what you want doesn't matter. You're no one, and I asked you to wash the car." He berates Jim, then turns to both kids. "How many damn times do I have to repeat myself?" The kids just look down then up at him. He turns to the oldest. "Go." Is all he says before walking back into the house. The oldest boy is a few steps behind him before stopping.

"Please stay." The girl finally says. Her brother immediately turns around.

"I can't take Uncle Frank any more. Mom has no idea what he's like when she's not around. Do you hear him talking like he's our dad?! That's not even his car you're washing, that's dad's car." He says in one breath before he starts to walk away. Both kids stand for a second before exchanging looks and catching up to their older brother.

The little girl is the first to catch up to her older brother, Jim following closely behind. "You're leaving us, George." The little girl states. The older brother, whose name was George, looked down to his sister. Sadness in his eyes. He looks straight ahead. George begins to talk.

"You'll be okay. Both of you. You're always okay. Always doing everything right. Always getting good grades. Obeying every stupid order." George stops in front of his younger siblings. "I can't be a Kirk in this house. Show me how to do that and I'll stay."

George looks at his brother before looking at his sister. Both of them looked ahead knowing they didn't have an answer. George kneeled in front of his sister.

"You have to watch out for him, Lily. I'm not going to be here, so I need you to watch him." Before she could protest, George stood up. "Same goes to you." He said to Jim. "I'll see you." George said at last and left.

Both siblings look at their brother go, before giving each other a knowing look and walking back to the house. Once they reach back, they immediately get started on washing their dad's old car.

They each go to one side washing it from the outside. After they finish on the outside they begin on the inside. As the girl cleans on the inside of her side of the car, her twin brother opens a flap and keys fall out in front of them. Upon hearing the noise she turns to look at him.

Jim stares at the keys in wonder then smirks. Thinking about it, Lily's eyes go big and she begins to shake her head.

"Oh no. No, Jim. You can't. Jim! Listen to me! It's not worth it!" She tries to get him to stop, but it's useless.

"Lils, come on! Uncle Frank is going to sell it! I just want to go for a spin." He pauses. "Are you going to stop me?" He asks his twin sister. Lily thinks over it and shakes her head towards Jim.

"No, but I'm coming with you." She says. She chucks out the cleaning supplies and closes the door to the passenger side as Jim closes his door and puts the keys in the ignition. "I'm going to regret this some day." Lily mutters to herself, but Jim heard. Jim smiles and starts the car and drives off down the driveway.

They heard the door suddenly open and Lily turned around to see their uncle at the doorway looking in their direction. He hurriedly goes back inside.

Lily slightly nervous looks forward again. Jim couldn't see much over the steering wheel, but he could see enough to the point of not crashing. The phone rang. Lily looks at it and Jim answers. It was Uncle Frank.

"Are both of you out of your minds? That car is an antique. Think you can get away with it just 'cause your mother is off planet. You get your asses back home...now. You live in my house buddy. You live in my house, and that's my car." He said. He was pissed. We could tell. "You get one scratch on that car, and I'll whip both of your-" Lily never heard the end of that threat as she hanged up and put on some music.

"You heard him. Just one scratch." Jim said as he unlatched the roof from his side before turning to Lily with a smile. Lily smiled back and unlatched it from her side sending the roof flying away in the direction they just came from.

Eyes wide she looked ahead as the wind blew her hair. Jim stood up a bit and screamed, "Yeah!"

Lily now over her nerves said the same afterwards with her hands in the air. They sped along the road seeing someone walking up ahead.

The person stuck his hand out without turning around to see. Jim and Lily sped past him (honking might I add), while shouting "Hey Johnny!" simultaneously.

Lily would never admit it to Jim (though he could probably tell), but that was one of the best decisions she'd ever make in her life. Even in the future she'd say that no matter how much trouble they'd get into it would never compare to the day that stole their dad's car. She never felt this much adrenaline before, and she liked it.

George heard the sound of the police behind him and turned around to see a cop following his siblings as he starred opened mouth in the direction they were in. Jim and Lily heard the sounds behind them too, and took a quick glance at the cop before looking ahead again. Well, Lily did anyway. Jim could see all thru the rear view mirror.

The cop on his machine pulled up next to them as they drove over 80 miles per hour. "Citizens pull over." He commanded the twins. Instead Jim took the next available turn to get away from the cop.

The cop turned and followed them. The twins ducked as they crashed the car past a gate. They sat up and laughed, but it was short lived as Lily looked ahead and didn't see any road.

"Jim! There's no road ahead!" She warned him.

"Thanks for the heads up!" He said. As they neared Lily saw that if they didn't jump soon they'd go down with the car. Lily calculated that if she jumped 60 feet before the cliff she would not fall down with the car.

"Jim, I'm going to jump now! I'm not as strong as you!" She said when he gave her a sideways look. He nodded and she opened the door. She was running out of time. She closed her eyes tight as she pushed her legs away from the car. She rolled in the dirt after she landed with a THUMP and felt a bit of pain surge through her body.

She opened her eyes realising she stopped rolling. The first thing she saw was up ahead a bit where she saw Jim jump out at the last second. She immediately got up and ran in his direction as he held on trying to pull himself up. Once there she grabbed his hand and pulled as he used his other hand to push himself up.

She fell flat on her bum, when Jim was safely on the ground. She did a quick check on her limbs. A few cuts here and there. Luckily she was wearing a T-shirt and jeans so she didn't get cut up so badly. She was now dirty too, as was Jim who was still next to her catching his breath, but stood up anyway.

"Is there a problem officer?" He asked.

"What are your names, citizens?" The cop asked. Jim looked up to see him.

Jim stood up straighter and said "My name is James Tiberius Kirk."

Lily stood after Jim and stood as tall as she could next to him. "And my name is Lillian Kelly Kirk." She said when the cop turned to her. She looked over at Jim and thought

"I should've brought a jacket. It would've left me with less cuts and bruises."

Several Years Later

Lily's POV

I was sitting on the roof of the garage/barn. It was one of those rare moments when Jim wasn't around nagging about something entirely ridiculous or when he wasn't bothering me in any way. Uncle Frank died last year (in an car accident, which I find ironic), so I wasn't too worried about him bothering me anytime soon.

I was staring up at the stars, just thinking (a regular hobby I hope my brother will pick up, eventually). Just thinking about Dad for one, the vast entity that is space for the second, and Starfleet for the third. Though Dad was what was mostly on my mind.

I missed him. Though I never exactly knew him, but he knew me somewhat better than I did. According to Mom he's the one that picked our names just before he died, so being called 'Lily' means all that much more to me. He died saving not only Jim and I, but the rest of the crew that was aboard the USS Kelvin and Mom.

For all of us (and when I mean all of us I mean Mom, George, Jim and I) it is a difficult subject to talk about with anyone. Mom starts tearing almost instantly, while the rest of us put on brave faces. Though it hurts badly on the inside, sometimes it gets to us and our brave facade comes crumbling down.

I wish I could say I don't cry over it, but I do. Never meeting my father (who would've been great compared to Uncle Frank), the man who saved my life as I was being born... There are no ways I can physically or mentally describe it. It's just there.

My father never heard me or Jim say 'Dad' or anything of the sort. I never sang happy birthday to him. I never clinged on to him when there was a storm, when I was little. Never went stargazing with him on the roof of the barn (like I was now) as he told me stories from his times in Starfleet.

If he were alive, I think I'd still be with Uncle Frank, but I would've at least have seen him throughout my life. Maybe he would've helped me out answer the question that was on my mind: Should I go and pursue the career I want or stay behind?

I stared at the sky looking for answers, though I knew I'd probably never get them from there it was worth a shot.

"Dad," I spoke out loud staring at the night sky with its twinkling stars and different coloured dots. "I need your help. I don't know what to do. Starfleet..." I grabbed the packet of papers I had brought up with me. "Starfleet responded back...and they accepted me. They want me to come with the new recruits that are leaving in 2 weeks."

I sighed, it was a tough decision. "A Starfleet captain called earlier to tell me he was going to be waiting for my response. A response which I have to give him within the next 3-4 days." At this point, I sighed. The weights of my consequences should I choose wrong were over bearing. My vision started to get blurry. I had tears in my eyes. I wiped them away. "Dad, I want to go. To finish what you started. Joining Starfleet... Starfleet, a dream come true for me. I'm not regretting it one bit, but what about Jim?"

It was always Jim, the one person I couldn't stand to leave behind. He was my twin for goodness sakes. I could never stand the pain of leaving him. George was closer to Jim than he was to me, but we loved each other all the same. When he left...it affected him. I didn't notice it at the time, but slowly, and surely, it did.

We've been through many things. Dad's dead. Mom and George left so it's only us two, until one of us leaves. I don't want to know what would happen to Jim if I left. Probably break him even more. I'm not also willing to find out what he does when he finds out that I'm going to Starfleet. Dad died in space and I'm going back to space. Not good in his eyes.

I heaved another sigh. I looked down at the packet with a solitary tear running down my cheek. I didn't bother to wipe it away. "What do I tell them? Should I go, or should I stay with Jim? Give me an answer, Dad. I don't know what to do." I sat there looking at the sky, for anything. Anything that could give me a clue as to what to do. But nothing came, so I just sat there and do what I usually did when I came up here. Stargaze.

It was a long while before I moved from my spot. My thoughts clouding my mind, so when a bike parked in front of the barn I didn't pay much attention. That is until the person who rode the bike decided to open their mouth and yelled at me, I'm order to be heard.

"Hey, Lil!" I was completely startled and somehow managed to fall on my back from my sitting position. I sat up once again, hurriedly wiping my eyes removing any evidence of my tears. I looked down. It was Jim.

"Hey, Jim." I told him from my place. I waved. He waved back. The usual greetings. My voice though croaked a bit.

"Are you coming down or am I coming up?" He asked not noticing the change in my voice.

"Depends." I replied with my vocal chords now back. "What time is it?"

"Close to half past midnight."

"I'm coming down." I went through the latch and climbed down the ladder, hiding the packet before I climbed down. I hoped he didnt notice that my eyes were slightly red. Jim was at the entrance. "Why are you back so early?" I asked once I reached him. He shrugged.

"I wanted to see my favourite sister."

"I'm your only sister, Jim." I retorted.

"Automatically makes you my favourite sister," as he put his arm around my shoulders as we walked back to the house. I internally sighed in relief as he didn't question anything else. Then I proceeded to rolled my eyes. "So what were you doing up there so late?"

"Thinking."

"About what?"

"Decisions."

"Would one of those decisions be whether or not I am attractive, because I thought we agreed that I am, in fact, incredibly attractive." I gave him a confused look.

"When you're standing next to me not so much." I scrunched up my face for emphasis as I quickly looked at him. "On your own though, incredibly attractive, and considering that we spend most of our time together, it's not saying much." He removed his arm and nudged me, and then I nudged him back.

As we reached the front door to the house, it was an all out war. Poking each other trying to find each others weak spots. We stood within an arms distance from each other. So if either of us, the other would just step back in order not to get poked. Jim had found my weak spots where, if poked, I'd start laughing. My guess was that he was trying to tickle me, and I wouldn't let him, because the way things were going it seemed we were going down that road. The tickle road, which was the one I detested the most and Jim knew that.

"Alright," I didn't drop my stance though. "Truce?" I asked him. He stood straight up and extended his hand.

"Truce." He replied as I eyed his hand warily. Something about it wasn't fitting right with me, but I still straightened up. "What?" He saw where my line of sight was. "Come on. I'm not going to do anything."

"Are you sure about that?" I responded.

"Come on, it's me."

"And that's what scares me. You could be lying for all I know and trap me in your evil hands. Then start tickling me, and we both know someone might end up hurt because of it. Most likely you." I told him calmly, but I was waiting... Waiting for him to make the first move. It never came.

We stood facing each other, Jim's hand still extended. It was about five minutes before the chilly night air got the best of me. Maybe wearing a thin jacket, knowing it was going to be almost 60°F tonight, wasn't such a good idea.

I shook Jim's hand. "Truce." I said.

"I knew you'd come around," he said as he walked inside. "You were starting to get cold."

"How you tell?" I asked as I followed him inside. "Maybe I was getting tired of me just staring at your hand."

"Come on I'm your twin brother. I know when you're cold." He went into the kitchen, and came back out with an apple in hand. "Plus, I could see you shivering." He added then munched on his apple as he took a seat in the dining room. I copied him and sat across from him.

"Hey, Jim?" I questioned him. He looked at me with the apple in his mouth. "I was thinking. You know about the future." His eyes for a fraction of a second got enormous. "And no, I'm not leaving." I said quickly, he relaxed.

'Maybe, not yet.' I thought.

"What do mean then, Lil?" He asked, taking me out of my thought.

"I mean later when we're older. What if I get married or something? What if I leave for a college or leave?" I told him.

"I'm still not following." He said with a confused look.

"What I'm trying to say is... will you be alright? If I left one day." I said quietly, but I knew he heard me. His face was blank. I couldn't tell if he was upset, angry, or apprehensive.

The silence between us was unbearable. Sitting there just looking at him with his blank face. It wasn't giving me much clues about what he was thinking, though I was leaning towards the negative side. So you can understand my surprise when he said:

"Well..." He started. "If you really wanted to go... to a college far away, then I... can't stop you. Can't I? I would let you go even if I don't want you to, because I want you to be happy."

I just sat there with my mouth hanging partially open. I didn't expect him to say that.

"But promise me one thing, Lil." I nodded to let him continue. "Please don't go far away for a college." I immediately closed my mouth.

"Don't worry, I'm not going away to college." I told him. It was the truth I wasn't going to college, I was going to Starfleet. And thanks to Jim, he finally gave me my answer.