Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek. I'm just playing around with their characters.
Summary: This is an Epic Future fic starring the kids of our favorite characters, who will be making appearances throughout the story. Romance, Humor, Angst and a new ship called the USS Atlas.
A/N: I'm new to writing Star Trek, but I've been an avid fan since the womb (blame my mother!). This is un-betaed.
A/N 2: This is gonna be a long one.
***The Atlas Project***
Chapter 1 – Homecoming
Christina Janine Kirk was hung-over. She was hung-over, naked, and not in her quarters.
"Fuck," she hissed through her pounding migraine. Haphazardly, rolling on to her back, her arm hit a solid mass of sweaty hard flesh.
"Shit," she sighed, grabbing the top sheet slowly, as to not wake her bed partner, she wrapped herself so she was modestly covered and slid out of the bed.
Blindly, she searched the dark room for her dress, panties, bra, anything so she could sneak out and erase whatever mess she made the night before, but all she could find one of her black sling-back stilettos.
"Damn it," she cursed her luck.
"Okay Chuck, get it together," she thought out loud. Maybe she could make it back to her dorm room dressed in her sheet before the sun came up? She mulled that idea around her head and then thought better of it. "The last thing your father needs is half of your bare ass on the cover of the local news when he arrives." she scoffed. He'd get a good laugh, after he raked her over the coals for being a tart.
Defeated, she sat down at the end of the bed and tried to remember the events of the night before. She had went out to a local bar, for John McCoy's 21st birthday. The party consisted of Demora Sulu, Moira Scott, her half brother David and-
Suddenly, her eyes went wide and she knew exactly who was sleeping in the bed next to her. Solvk!
Solvk had surprised them all by showing up to the party half way through the night. Chuck was already three sheets into the wind by that point. She smiled, crawling up the bed to see if it was indeed her best-friend in the whole universe snoring softly next to her. She smiled even wider when she realized it was.
"I was postulating exactly how long it would take you to figure out it was me," he said, slowly opening his dark brown eyes. He grinned and Chuck slapped his shoulder.
"Ow!" he groaned, rubbing his bare arm. She could make on her small red hand print on his mocha colored skin.
"I can't believe you, Saul!" she yelled. "Computer lights at 20 percent!"
"Computer lights at 10 percent." Saul laughed as he corrected the light after he saw her wince.
Chuck looked at their state of undress, "We're both- Oh my God did we have sex?" She panicked and Saul rolled his eyes.
"You would definitely recall if we did," Saul shook his head as he sat up on his elbows.
"We're naked, that doesn't just... happen!"
He hunched his shoulders. "You threw up your pink champagne all over the both of us," he grinned at her look of distress. She quickly covered it with indignation.
"It wasn't 'pink champagne', it was Cosmo smart-ass," she laid back down in bed and Saul smiled. "How about you warn someone you were coming? Do have any idea how long you've been gone?"
"One year, eight months and five days, do you wish to know minutes and seconds?" he said, resting his hand on her arm.
"I missed you," she said, quietly, almost as if she breathed it. Saul smiled thanking his partly Vulcan hearing.
"I've missed you, too," he laid back down and turned to her. She snuggled against him.
"Imma go to sleep now, when I wake up again," she paused to yawn loudly into the back of her hand. "We're having a chat about your piss poor communication skills on Delta Vega."
Saul placed his hand on her back and kissed her temple, "Yes, Ma'am."
Four hours later Saul and Chuck were at the local Diner with Demora and David who both looked as hellishly hung-over as they did.
"That was one crazy night," David boisterously laughed leaning back in the booth.
"Did anyone hear from the others yet?" Demora whispered over her almost grotesquely large cup of black coffee. She was wearing the darkest pair of shades Chuck had ever seen and her long dark hair was pulled into a messy bun. Chuck noted Demora was wearing one of David's sweat shirts. Well, well Sulu, at least I wasn't the only tart, Chuck mused.
"Not yet, I don't even remember what happened last night," Chuck admitted embarrassed.
David began laughing loudly again until Demora elbowed him in the ribs to keep him quiet.
"Well the party did not start until Solvk arrived..." David began.
Christina Janine Kirk was getting properly fucked up, she was on her third, or maybe fourth drink and probably her second shot of Andorian Tequila when into the bar walks Solvk. She thought she was hallucinating, but nothing in the bar moved like he did, it was as if he was floating pass everyone. He was the tallest male in the bar.
His normally unruly curly hair was cropped low and cut into a Cesar cut, but it was his features and his build that made her choke on her third shot. Saul had definitely matured physically in the last year. Chuck looked at his body up and down, his black tee shirt hugged over plains of muscle. He had left the academy a little too thin and scrawny, and now everything about him was sharp and chiseled.
"Chuck, your mouth is open," Demora laughed when she saw how dumbstruck Chuck was. Demora followed Chuck's eye-line and saw Solvk. She squealed with joy jumping up from their booth in the back of the lounge. Demora ran into his arms and he hugged her back enthusiastically. This did not sit well with Chuck.
Chuck marched over to Saul prying Demora out of his arms. Drunkenly, Demora stumbled away and Chuck jabbed her finger into Saul's chest.
"You don't call or write and then you pop in here like some prodigal son?" That's what she meant to say, but she actually said:
"No! Call. And then all p-prodiginal-prod prod, in here. You like some son-some prodi-son!"
That's when Saul took mercy on her and ignored her drunken tirade. He looked at her all fully grown now, and his breath caught in his throat. Her long blonde hair curled down her back and she was wearing the most figure hugging gold dress he had ever seen and her figure...Where was his slightly chubby best-friend he left nearly two years ago?
He hugged her and then smiled when she melted into him, he kissed her cheek. After a moment, she broke away, nearly falling out of her shoes. He caught her when she stumbled for the second time as she turned to their booth and raised his hand above her head.
"Saul's home, Whooo!' she screamed.
Some chocolate alcohol drink in a martini glass was shoved into his hand and he downed it. Knowing he had a lot of catching up to do.
The group closed out the bar and was kicked out promptly at two in the morning. Saul said good night to the group as he held Chuck up with one arm.
"You going to get home okay? She's trashed." David asked, suddenly concerned for his baby sister.
"We'll be fine. I'm taking her home with me. My apartment is just two blocks down," Saul said. David squinted at him.
"No funny business!" David tried to say sternly, but laughed halfway through ruining the effect. He clapped Saul on the shoulder. Before helping Moira Scott and a completely obliterated John McCoy into a cab. Demora hung on David's arm, David shrugged off his jacket and put it over her shoulders protectively. Saul smiled at them knowingly. Who would have guessed the Captain's son and the Helmsman's daughter? A lot had changed in a year.
Saul began walking Chuck down the street when she suddenly straightened up and pushed him away.
"What's wrong?" he asked when she turned away from him.
"You, you're wrong! You're an asshole!" she yelled at him drawing the looks from other drunken bar goers ending their night.
"I do not understand," Saul said trying to take her hand she unsteadily pulled away again.
"You left me!" she cried. "you left and-and you didn't contact me! You just fell off the face of the universe!"
"I was in Delta Vega building an engine for Starfleet and as I remember, you were the one who didn't say goodbye," Saul said, calmly. "You said you were happy for me and then proceeded to avoid me."
"I lied, okay!" she yelled. "I didn't want you to leave. I didn't want to be alone," she whispered and Saul sighed, placing his hands on her arms. He noticed she was cold so he shrugged out of his jacket like David did for Demora and put it over her shoulders. She buried her face in his coat.
"It was not my intention to hurt you, Chuck, I thought you wanted me to go. You supported my decision to apply for the program."
"I'm an idiot," she said and Saul rolled his eyes.
"I wanted to keep in contact with you, Delta Vega's atmospheric disturbances made that extremely difficult," he reasoned and Chuck turned to him, tear tracks on her face.
"Ignore me, I'm being stupid and drunk and-" she abruptly stopped, Saul looked around.
"And-?" Saul prodded.
"I'm gonna p-" and that when she threw up all over them.
Back at The Diner
It had all come rushing back...
"Ugh! I'll pay for your laundry card," Chuck wrinkled her nose and Saul laughed.
"Do not worry about it," Saul hunched his shoulders. "I still don't know where you deposited your other shoe."
"Well it's really good the A-Team doesn't arrive until tomorrow," David sighed in relief.
"Our father would kill me if he knew the shenanigans I let you all get into!"
"I know, do you know when they are going to be in orbit?" Chuck asked her brother and David nodded.
"Yup they'll be in orbit around 0800 hours tomorrow morning. Dad called me this morning after you didn't pick up." David grinned, evilly. "He sort of freaked out that you weren't in your dorm room, but don't worry I... covered for you," he sing-songed the last bit.
"You little idiot!" Chuck suddenly growled at her older brother. "You told him I was with Saul, didn't you?"
David hunched his shoulders smugly, "I may have... eluded."
Chuck groaned, sliding down into the booth, covering her face in her hands, but no one expected Saul to fling the ice chip that hit David in the face.
"There's a very cold hole in Delta Vega reserved for you!" Saul sighed.