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It all started with Jim trying to be a hero, AKA the person that he couldn't help but be. Jim had been walking down the slanted streets of San Francisco back to his dorm on campus when he caught sight of the group of cadets behind the bar he had just left.
It wasn't a rare sight to see cadets out and about on the streets of San Francisco, but there was something subtly wrong with the particular group he had spotted.
Instead of the usual inebriated banter of a normal Saturday night group, Jim could hear cussing and screaming coming from the shadows. It was suspicious enough to draw him closer and to see the motionless form that lay curled into a ball in the center of the mob, surrounded by a pool of green blood and still being kicked violently.
Jim instantly had his communicator open and was contacting the police while assessing the situation. He quickly gave the operator the information on their location and circumstances before he rushed foreword to break up the mob.
"Hey! Get away from him!"
All eyes turned to Jim as he broke through the group and stood over the deathly still figure they had beaten to a bloody pulp.
Jim knew some of the faces around him, most of which were people from the security training that he'd run into during his self defense courses, and could easily believe that they were capable of such a vicious act of xenophobia.
"Get out of here. We've got no beef with a human like you."
The one who spoke, Darren, Jim recalled briefly, glared down at their bleeding victim.
"It's invaders like this that we've got a problem with."
Jim braced himself for a fight as he glared at Darren, disgusted with his xenophobic opinions.
"If you have a problem with him, you've got a problem with me." He challenged menacingly.
Several of the cadets wavered at the threat, knowing that at his worst Kirk was still a better fighter than any of them, but the general pack mentality was raring for a fight and the numbers gave them courage.
"It's one against 20. The odds aren't in your favor."
Jim smirked slightly as he tried to stall long enough for the paramedics to get there. He didn't know how badly the man at his feet was hurt and Jim didn't want him to get more damaged during a fight.
"I've never had the odds in my favor and I still tend to come up on top."
Jim had barely got the words out before his fist made contact with the nearest member of the group and sent him flying against the nearest brick wall. In the same blinding flash of movement Kirk was able to take down two more men before the others were able to react.
Every ounce of his focus was centered on drawing the attention and group away from the injured alien at his feet and surviving this encounter.
By the time he'd managed to put half a dozen feet between them the paramedic's sirens were blaring down the street.
To their credit the San Francisco police were just quick on arriving at the scene and stopping the remaining 5 young men from damaging Jim even more.
(The other 15 were lying around on the ground in various stages of consciousness and bleeding.)
Jim had at least three of his fingers on his left hand broken, a split lip, and at least 4 bruised ribs, but he was a lot better off then the men around him.
His only concern was for the cadet's victim, who had been raced into the ambulance the moment they had him stable.
One of the paramedics snatched Jim's wrist and practically dragged him onto the back of the ambulance just before they took off, apparently because he looked much worse then he felt.
The paramedics ignored Jim completely as they fussed over the man on the gurney, who Jim could now see was a Vulcan.
The man's whole face was varying shades of emerald and the gauze plastered over his wounds were quickly turning an even darker shade than his face. One of the tips of his pointed ears looked half torn beneath his blood caked hair and his slanted eyebrows were cut up to ribbons. Even of the man did survive his injuries he was going to have a ton of scars.
Jim didn't know a ton about Vulcan's but he could tell one when he saw one. Seeing as there was nothing better to do, Jim just stared at the man trying to figure out what in the world a Vulcan would be doing on Earth.
They weren't a common sight, even with San Francisco's high extraterrestrial population.
The paramedic that had dragged Jim into the ambulance spared him a quick glance as he put pressure on the Vulcan's wounds.
"Could you check his pockets for some kind of identification? I need to know if he's got any allergies."
Jim nodded and fished through the Vulcan's pants pockets gently.
He was met with nothing in the first and almost thought the same of the second when his fingertips brushed a scrap of metal.
He pulled it out carefully and held it up to the light.
It was a Starfleet emblem pin, worn from a great deal of contact.
Despite more searching, nothing more could be found to identify the bleeding man.
The ambulance got to the hospital quickly and rushed the man into the ER, Jim trailing quickly behind to make sure he was okay.
The paramedic gave his diagnoses on the run as they raced towards the ER and Jim was able to hear it all.
"Unconscious Vulcan with severe head trauma and several lacerations all over his body. Suspected internal bleeding and abnormal blood chemistry to be treated with caution. Bruising and several broken bones noted."
Jim had to stop from there as the man was rushed through the ER doors and out of his sight.
He was left alone outside with the man's pin still in hand and a strong urge to follow him.
He couldn't explain the feeling at all, but something told him he would see the man again.
I hope everyone who just read the first chapter is ready to read the next 30 pages I have planned for this story. All I can promise is that this story will be very long and very good. Please read and review. 5 reviews = the next chapter.
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Jessica499499