Hello! You'd know me by my first fanfic, Emily Holmes, if you've read it. I just recently watched Star Trek Into Darkness, and I completely fell in love with it. I had to write SOMETHING! I normally write stories with my OC's. NEVER have I ever wrote a story without an OC. EVER. So, here is something special, that took me a MONTH to create, and I hope you like it! I'll be writing more soon, don't worry, that has to do with Star Trek. I'm so excited! About writing, of course.

I get the drill; I don't own Star Trek, etc. etc. The only thing I own is my OC. THAT'S IT.

Enjoy!

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My name is Charlotte Elizabeth Diana Monroe. I'm 15 years old, and a member of Starfleet. Yes, Starfleet. Now, I know what you're thinking; "How did a fifteen year old get into Starfleet?" Don't feel alone with that question, I get it all the time from people who don't know me. It's really hard to explain how I got in, and graduated in three years when I should have graduated in five.

I'm not what I seem. Only a few people know what I am exactly. I may seem like a 15-year old human girl, but, in reality, I'm not completely human. My DNA was altered when I was conceived. And I wasn't conceived normally. I was made from human DNA of my parents, the modified DNA from an elephant and a cheetah, and the modified DNA of that of a Vulcan. So, that basically means that I have an astonishingly high IQ, intelligence level, and brain function for my age, the speed of a cheetah (I tested my top speed. It's, as I can recall from a monthly test, at maximum 15 miles per hour), and a strength of that of a superhuman. Well, almost. I'm 135 pounds, and I can lift seven times my weight. That's 945 pounds. Yeah. Many think me as a superhuman, and that I should be with the military with my brain level and strength, but I have always said no. I've only said yes to Starfleet. Hell, I didn't even need to go to school when I was growing up. My parents had specially modified the Vulcan DNA so that I knew even the most complicated equations when I was 10. Yes, 10. I excelled in science, mathematics, history, literature, and languages. Russian has always been my most strongest language. And I've always been partial to science, art, and engineering. Those have always been my strong suits.

However, there were some complications to my life that my parents couldn't avoid. My parents had lots of money from what they did, and we constantly moved from place to place to get away from people who wanted money, mostly scientists or cutthroats. Every city we moved to, there was always someone there to help us, or me, if the time ever arose. We started in Boston, then when I was three, we moved to Florida. Then, from there, we moved to Seattle, and stayed. It was, as it seemed, safe. We were wrong. Very, very, wrong.

When I was 12, my parents made me run away. We thought that Seattle would be safe, but, the people that said they would protect us turned on us, and were working for someone to get me, and my parents. All I had was a backpack full of clothes and personal belongings, like books and my stuffed bear. I had a phaser, and a bit of money, and my Government Documents, like my passport, birth certificate, and my ID. The most precious thing I had, was a gold locket in the shape of a heart around my neck. Engraved on it in scrolled letters was my initials, CEDM. Inside, when opened, was a small electronic device. It was a mini holographic generator. When the locket was opened, a hologram played of all those precious moments of me and my parents. It was all I had left.

I had headed South, toward California. My parents told me to go South, since there was probably somebody there that would help me. There, I could find somewhere to go. Starfleet was out of the mix. No one would take in a scraggly girl like me. Nope. I found myself in San Francisco, and, for a month, I would sit in front of Starfleet, begging for money and food. It was all I could do. Hardly anyone payed attention to me.

Then, one day, a miracle came to me. I was sitting on the steps, and everyone was passing by me, then an elderly man, probably in his late 40's to early 50's, sat down next to me and gave me some money. He asked me my name, and I answered truthfully. I couldn't lie to this man, he was high authority, and I could see in his eyes that I could trust him. His name was Admiral Christopher Pike. Yep. High authority. He and I talked for a while, and I told him everything. Where I came from, who my parents were, what I was, what I could do, what I've always wanted to do, and why I was in San Francisco, begging for money and food. He, apparently, was one of the people that was trying to protect me and my parents, but I had never met him.

He asked me to follow him, then he led me through the lobby of the Starfleet headquarters, and to an elevator. It was beautiful. Everything, all the technology, the architecture, the people, it amazed me. He led me to an elevator, and we went up. Compared to everyone else, I looked like I was just hit by a truck. I had grease and dirt on my face, so my Caucasian skin looked more grey/black, my hair was greasy and hung around my face like a dirty and dull blonde curtain, I had cuts and bruises from beatings from thugs and gangs all over, there were scabs and cuts on my knuckles, my clothes were torn and ratty, and my bright blue eyes looked more like a dull grey, and my hands had scrapes from climbing up walls and under bins for safety.

He led me into his office, then handed me a PADD. It was glass, with a chrome edge. I knew how to use it, though I had never really held one before. I turned it on, and then it was projected onto the wall. He turned in his swivel chair and looked at it. I looked at the wall. Everything that was on the screen was on that wall.

He asked me to show him what I could do, so I went to the Science, Mathematics, and Engineering tab. It came up with different levels, 1-18, 18 being the hardest. I went straight to 18. Then, it came up with an algebra equation. It looked hard, but within 3 minutes, I had it solved. Correctly. Then I went back, and went to Architecture. I had to reinforce a building that could withstand winds up to 180 miles per hour, and earthquakes up to 7.0 on the Richter Scale . Done. I did a few more algebra problems, then I went to Engineering. The one that it came up with; a warp core has a major malfunction. While in adrift in space, I had to repair it with the tools available on a starship.

Pike watched in amazement as I put it all together on the tablet, and, when I was finished, blinked a few times in confusion. I shut off the tablet, then placed it on the desk. He turned and stared at me, then smiled. I kept the blank, official look on my face that I had. I was concentrating on his words, and what he was saying. Then, the most life-changing thing happened.

A few days passed, and, after I had shown my skills on a larger and more realistic scale, Pike said that I should go into Starfleet. I was shocked. I never thought that I would get in! I was enrolled with the best of the best, and he had, apparently, paid for it himself. He had made a promise to my parents that he would do whatever was necessary to make sure that I could put my skills to use. So, I packed my backpack, and I was off.

Three years later, I was graduating. I passed in three years instead of five, thanks to my skills. I was also, at the top of the class. Amazingly. After I graduated, I was assigned to the USS Enterprise. Yes, the Enterprise. No, I couldn't believe it.

That's all I can tell you, for now. The rest of my story, is of our most recent adventure on the Enterprise, with Khan Noonien Singh, one of the most dangerous men in the world.

Oh! One more thing-during my first mission on the Enterprise, I was working on the bridge alongside a young man of seventeen. His name was Pavel Andreievich Chekov. He was Russian, judging by his name and accent. He was the one who taught me everything he knew. Most I already knew, but then he taught me all the shortcuts in the ship's program, all the short versions of authorization codes, some hack codes, so I can hack our own ship and other ships, how to beam a moving target, how to beam multiple targets from multiple locations, and a more safe, efficient way to repair a power cell. He even taught me something that he said that no one else knew; and that was some shortcuts in the ship itself. The quickest way to get from the bridge to sickbay, small little passages in the belly of the ship, and other little places. It was pretty cool. He showed me his favorite place, which was a small little nook high above the warp core and shuttle bay. It was a place to escape to, and I loved it. I have gone there many times for some peace and quiet.

I was fluent in Russian, so he and I often spoke to each other in it. It makes me laugh at how he sometimes struggles with English word with his accent. His accent is thick, but he is very good at English. Surprisingly. Overtime, he became like a brother to me. And, according to him, I became like a sister to him. He's told me everything about himself, and his family, as have I. But, there are secrets behind those big blue-grey eyes. Many, many secrets that are yet to be told.

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So, what did ya think? Please comment, review, etc. I need the feedback for more stories! Thanks for reading!