AN: This will be a story about Jim, McCoy, Lillian Marie Kirk and a planet called T'Harus. Hope you enjoy the first chapter. I will switch points of view between Lillian and James T. Kirk. That way, you get a better feel of the two charcters as the story evolves into not only an angsty story, but story with adventure and good moments as well.
Well, dont want to keep you waiting any longer.
So here's Chapter One: The Start of a new life: Part 2. - Little-Dhamphir-
"Ah, Jim. Good to see your back."
Moments ago, Jim had woken up in the ICU section in Medical Bay, disoriented. He had no clue what McCoy; the good doctor was talking about and it had shown on his face. But McCoy paid no attention to Kirk who was still strapped on the biobed due to complications of a severe allergic reaction that had closed Kirk's throat and produced violent seizures when Kirk's biochemistry fluctuated at an abnormal speed and ammounts. Instead, Bones went to remove the incubation tube from Kirk's throat. Followed by a quick thrust of a glass of water into Jim's hands.
"Drink." Dr. McCoy ordered. For once, Jim complied; sipping the water until it was half-empty in the small glass he held.
"What happened?" Kirk rasped once he gained enough strength to say these two words.
"What do you think happened you little dimbo? You had another goddamn reaction."
"Bones..." Jim comtemplated on what to say next. "What?"
"Since when did you... say dimbo?" Kirk tried to hide a smile that was forming on his face. Most of the time Bones called Jim an idiot. He didn't mind the name at all. It helped to lessen the bad situations some. Dimbo on the other hand...
McCoy was suprised. Of all the questions Jim could ask at that particular moment, it HAD to be that.
With no other reply but " 'Cause, I wanted to." James laughed as Bones reached down to remove the straps that still restrained Jim. Peeved, that his friend was laughing at him for an old southern saying that he hadn't said since he was a small boy.
"Oh, and Jim..."
"Yeah Bones," Jim said tiredly.
"Your mother wants to talk to you as soon as possible." Bones handed Jim a PADD. "Better call her now and let her know you're alright."
"Thanks." Kirk said quietly as bones turned to leave the Captain's private room. Kirk turned his attention to the PADD.
"Oh, and Kid..."
"mmmmm..." Kirk mumbled as he was punching in the long distance communications access code for Winona.
"Glad you're okay." Bones said sincerely. Kirk looked up and saw his friend exit out the door. Getting a glimpse outside in the central part of Sickbay. It was dark, which meant it had to be nightime on the ship. A quick glance at the clock proved Jim's theory was correct for it said 23:48.
"Hello?" A tired voice said at the other end of the PADD.
"Hey, Mom." Grinned Kirk.
"Jim! Oh my god, you're alright!" Winona's tired face quickly expressed shock over hearing her son's voice and relief that he was talking her her, despite the time.
"Yup. Still alive and kicking. Dr. McCoy said you wanted to tell me something?"
Winona kirk paused for a moment. Not sure how to form her next words. Deciding a straight forward anwer would be best. "I'm getting married; again, Jim."
Jim's body tensed up. Frank had been married to winonna after George had passed so suddenly. Jim knew that as he grew older, Frank and Winonna's fights got more severe; partly because of Jim. Hearing that his mothing had apparently divorced frank - finally: it was still a shock to hear that she was still getting married again.
"That's wonderful news, mom." Jim said, though it was part lie.
"Yup!" She sounded relieved to hear that. "I checked your ships's shore leave dates. The wedding will take place in two and a half months. Sam will be there, as well as Mark, my fiancee. He has a daughter too. Her name is Lillian and she is in her last year at StarFleet Academy..." Winonna rambled on as Kirk withdrew in himself. It was a lot to take in with the mixed emotions he was feeling.
"... Jim? Are you going to answer me?"
"Huh?" Jim shook himself out of his reverie.
"Can you please come?" It seemed like Winonna was almost begging.
"Oh... sure. Can I invite a few people from the Enterprise to come as well as Admiral Pike?" Jim knew his voice sounded small, almost childlike. But damn it all if he was going to endure another wedding without people there who he actually knew.
"Sure. No problem." Winonna yawned again. "Listen, I have to go now. I leave for a two month flight with the USS Nimmitz to T'Harus."
"Alright." With lack of any better words to say they both said their good byes and the line disconnected.
'What was he to do?' Jim thought to himself.
Now, the Clock read 00:23 just as McCoy came back in.
Jim Jumped after discovering that Bones had entered his room and sat down quickly beside his bed. "Jim, you should try to sleep now. You'll be discharged tomorrow evening if all goes well with a mandatory one days rest."
Upon closer inspection of McCoy's face, Jim knew something was wrong with his close friend.
"Bones... you alright?" Jim asked cautiously. Knowing he was messed up too at the moment.
"yeah, why?"
"You usually dont talk to me like that. Normally you're threatening me and what not." Kirk said nonchalantly.
"Do you want me to talk like that? I can even -"
"Don't even think about it." Jim warned. He knew what McCoy was trying to say; knew what the giddy hypo-loving-torture freak was going to push for.
"Then shut up and go to sleep before I do use a hypo on you. I know you're tired but I'm tired too." Bones sighed. "Look, just please, just this once. Do what your told." Kirk nodded silently as he handed the PADD over to McCoy when he stood from the nearby bedside chair. McCoy started to leave the room when Jim suddenly asked: "Hey Bones..."
"Yeah Jim?" As Leonard turned around to face his friend one more time that evening in the private ICU room.
"Would you come to my mother;s wedding... if you were invited?" Jim looked really uncomfortable. He knew that Bones was still getting over his recent divorce and dreaded what McCoy's answer might be.
"Sure." Bones replied. Leaving a shocked Jim alone in his room until Alpha shift would begin later that morning.
With nothing better to do, Jim rolled over on his side and fell asleep. Allergic reaction normally kept him feeling exhasusted for a day or two and Jim still had a lot of questions to ask McCoy. His only problem though, was how to ask them in the most annoying way possible.