Imma trying with all my might to make this true to the 09 storyline and bridge the gaps of how the boys grew up, and create crossovers of 09 and TOS. A little bit of mixin with TOS never hurt anybody. Writing in Spock is SO difficult. If you find any inconsistencies, let me know. I looked everywhere and came to the conclusion that George Sam Kirk, Jim's brother, is indeed an older brother, born 9-7-2229 and Jim on 3-22-2233. And jim is like the only one who calls him Sam.

Ps…I suck at spelling and spell check does not check everything, so I apologize in advance ^^

READ & REVIEW PLZ….. shall I continue?

ONTO THE FIC

Young Jim Kirk stared at his classmates, currently the enemy in his eyes. Blood ran from his nose and mouth, one eye darkening by the second, but the others looked just as bad, if not worse. He wiped his bloody face with his sleeve, glaring at the others with an air of arrogance that his stepfather so despises with the Kirk boys, his eyes aflame with the heat of the moment.

The oldest of the boys, and the biggest, Big Mike, took a step around the back, trying to hide his movements so the groups can take the advantage again, his movement does not go unnoticed. Mutters from the group tell him how his actions won't go unnoticed and the "world-less boy" ought not be allowed to attend the school with real earthlings.

Jim knew that the other boys taunted him simply for the sport of it. He was one of the smallest, one of the smartest and he put up one hell of a fight when one-on-one. What they didn't expect was he could hold his own within the group as well.

The boys rushed him again, Big Mike bringing up his "surprise" attack from the back. Jim timed it, dodging one blow and trading placed where Big Mike clobbered the other boy instead. He swung around slamming his fist into somebodies face, a nose popped and a string of blood connected the nose with Jim's hand for just a little too long. Jim was grabbed from the back by one boy just barely taller than him, good thing, he thought as he slammed his head back to the boy's face, earning Jim's freedom in a flurry of curses. He, and Big Mike, seemed to have incapacitated two, but there was still three, not to mention Big Mike was not really on Jim's side.

Jim jumped and kicked the chest of an older boy with dark hair, right in the chest, knocking the wind out of the boy, but losing his ground by landing on his own back. Big Mike grabbed his feet as the last little(er) boy jumped up and began pounding on his face. Jim, without the use of his legs, was beginning to feel trapped when out of nowhere the pounderer, also known as Stu, was tackled by a flash of black and green, with the ability to sit up Jim pounded his way to Big Mink taken aback by the sudden appearance of Jim's savior and the current pounding on his face, Big Mike loses grip on Jim's legs, Jim gaining freedom slams his foot into the side of Big Mike's head, finally incapacitating the large boy.

In his momentary victory Jim looks over to see his savior; his brother, Sam, was no longer on the upper hand in the battle, but instead was lying unconscious on the ground with Stu kicking him in the midriff, before Stu can finish spitting in disgust on Sam, Jim is on his back, trapping him in a headlock, he flips Stu on his back and lays on top of him, laying fist after fist upon Stu's face, until finally, the last of his advisories falls unconscious.

Jim rises to his feet and hobbles to his brother, "Sam…SAM…Wake up!" Jim tries to rouse his brother from his slumber. Having no success he grabs his brother's arm and heaves him onto his shoulders and beings the long trek home, sure to find hell awaiting him there as well.

When he slams up against the door, between his injuries from the fight and the lack of energy of carrying his brother home, drained. With heavy stepping on the other side of the door and the door flying open their stepfather appears in his usual stupor: shaggy, unshaven and a beer in his hand.

"Fighting again? Damn you boys," Jim looks at his brother as he begins to stir, "If you were MY sons you'd mind your damn manners!" He downed his beer and threw the can at the Kirk Boys, the droplets awakening Sam in a dazed haze, "Or maybe I'll just have to beat some damned obedience into you myself!"

With that, he grabbed Jim by his shirt and brought his fist back, ready to have at, Jim being near to the end of his ropes bit the hand that was so close to his own face, causing his release, a chance to grab Sam's arm, and retreat into the drying cornfield. His stepfather yelled at them in the background, "And don't neither of you Kirk Boys come back, you hear, you're no welcome hear no more!"

Jim, not for the first time, felt glad to escape from the hell he was in and learning about the heaven technology has opened up to us.