Hi! I hope that this is a good enough story and I hope that everyone will like it. I could do the next chapter as McCoy's perspective if you guys want or I could move the story forward. Bear in mind Jim is promiscuous so it's not out of the realm of possibility. I would gave had him as a guy but I don't know how to write slash scenes. Also, I'm not that good at thinking of Mpreg stuff.

I wish I owned Star Trek but I do not. I'm just borrowing it and the characters for fun! Please review! I welcome ideas and would love if someone would want to beta this.

tishbing

Chapter One

The shrill screaming pulled Jim out of her peaceful slumber causing her to jerk awake and fall out of bed. She hit the floor with a resounding thud that caused the windows in her apartment to rattle. Groaning and half asleep, James T. Kirk picked herself up to see to the love of her life, her parting gift from her birthday trip to Seattle. The hardwood floor was cold on her bare feet as she shuffled over to the crib at the other end of her bedroom.

"Well, good morning Miss Ella." She mumbled.

The second the tiny pink bundle saw her looking down at her the screaming stopped and turned into a gentle cooing as little Ella Kirk grabbed at her toes in her pink sleeper and smiled brightly up at her momma. Jim reached in and picked up her little girl and cringed at the wet sensation. She had leaked.

"Well, looks like you get a fashion show."

Moving to the changing table adjacent to the crib, the squirming baby was laid down while Jim quickly pulled off the offending clothes and wiped her down to wrestle a new diaper and onesie on her. Once she was fully dressed, Jim placed a gentle kiss on the soft brown hair on her head and walked to the refrigerator to grab a bottle. The clock told her it was a very early 6am.

"A whole three hours. Thank you for that." Jim yawned.

A babble was her reply. Once the bottle was adequately warmed, Jim had situated herself on her rocking recliner with Ella tucked against her. Under a blanket, Ella took her morning bottle and started to close her blue eyes in bliss. The only thing she had gotten from her mother.

Fifteen months ago

Jim sat nursing a beer at the bar, a little disappointed by the lack of life around her. The bar was a little out of the way waterfront place in Seattle, Washington. It was quiet but nice. Just the sort of place for her right now. She had wanted to go somewhere to get away and not be recognized for once as the Kelvin baby. She'd even gone to the trouble of changing her hair to a light brown. She'd decided to treat herself to a random trip utilizing a map as a dartboard. Wherever it landed, she'd go and it had hit the Pacific Northwest.

Leaning back on the bar, Jim took in the room round her and sipped her beer. That was when she saw him. He was sat at the end of the counter scowling into his drink. He was clearly on his second or third bourbon and had been there a while. His dark brown hair was a little messy and he had a couple days of stubble on his face and while it would look rough on most men, it looked endearing and handsome on him. He looked like he was trying to bore holes into the counter with his eyes and he wasn't paying attention to anything else around him. Most people would think to leave him alone but Jim wasn't most people. If he'd just wanted a drink and no company then he would have just stayed home.

Jim sidled up to the man and sat next to him, leaning into his personal space and gave him her best shit eating grin.

"Hi there."

Not her best line but it was short notice. He looked up from his drink and that was when she saw his eyes. A deep, dark brown that sucked her in. Though they were dulled by the bourbon, she could see that spark of brilliance but there was a sadness there that just about broke Jim's heart.

"Hi." He grunted back.

Wow, he really is a hard one.

"Come here often?"

Jim almost cringed after the words came out of her mouth but she still smiled. After all, he seemed to be about the most interesting one here and under 30. He shook his head and snorted before turning to look back at her. That was when she knew she had him and she smiled back.

"No. I'm just in town on a medical conference at the University. You?"

"Vacation. So...you're a doctor?"

"Yeah. Trauma surgeon."

He seemed to be relaxing so Jim continued.

"Sawbones. Sounds exciting."

He raised an eyebrow and picked up his glass to swirl his drink.

"What?"

Jim rolled her eyes and laughed.

"That's what they used to call surgeons during the civil war, Bones."

He huffed a small laugh and started to look at her more closely.

"And what do they call you?" He growled.

A shiver raced down her spine and heat creeped up her neck at the sound.

"Sam." She lied.

Jerking awake, Jim saw that she'd fallen asleep with the baby. The clock read eight.

"Oh, shit."

Running down the hall, diaper bag flying, she finally reached Cathy's place. She was the only one who'd stuck by her throughout everything. Cathy watched Ella in the day so Jim could work at the Riverside Shipyard Bar. She was Jim's favorite high school teacher and mentor after. She never failed to call Jim on her shit and was there when Ella was born. Since she'd retired she claimed to just want Ella around to give her something to do but Jim knew better and was grateful for it.

"I'm so sorry! I overslept!" She huffed.

A round-faced grey-haired woman pulled open her door as Jim flew up with a little Ella bouncing and squealing in her arms.

"Jamie! You're gonna break your neck flying down the damn hall like that!"

She quickly grabbed the baby and placed her on a round hip and pulled Jim in with her other arm.

"Are you eating? Sleeping right? You look like hell."

Jim rolled her eyes but smiled at the care being shown to her. Catherine Jameson quickly put Ella in the playpen while Jim moved over to the kitchen and grabbed an apple out of the fruit bowl on the dining table.

"I'm fine. Ella let me sleep for a good three hours." She answered and took a bite out of the apple.

Cathy snorted and moved into the kitchen to grab coffee for both of them.

"Have you thought about tracking down that doctor of yours? I think he has a right to know and Ella has a right to have a father in her life."

She handed a cup to Jim and gave her a piercing glare to which Jim just rolled her eyes.

"He's married. Remember? We spent the week together right up until he got a call from his wife that I overheard. I'm not going to be the other woman and risk ruining his marriage by revealing..." She indicated Ella with a jerk of her head. "This! Besides, I don't even know his real name. It was just fun."

It had hurt. That morning was etched in her memory. His arms were wrapped around her as the sun was coming up and she felt so safe and loved. His breath tickled the back of her neck causing goosebumps to form and a warm feeling in her chest. His comm went off and he rolled out of the bed to answer it.

"Yeah."

The responding voice was shrill and angry in reply.

"What the hell! The lawyers haven't heard from you all week! I'm still your damn wife. Sign the papers already."

It was like a piece of ice had lodged itself in her gut. She had left before he had finished the call.

Jim pulled a hair band off her wrist and started pulling her long blond hair back into a ponytail to get ready for her shift while Cathy shook her head.

"I just think that you should get some help. You're working yourself to death trying to make ends meet in that damn bar. If not that then you need to find something better. This life here...it's killing you. You're not happy. Riverside is too small for you and all that's here is an old woman."

She took a bite of the apple to give herself a minute but Cathy was relentless. She crossed her arms and sat across from her at the small table.

"I'm happy. I have Ella and you're not old."

She smiled and patted her friend on the arm before getting up to leave.

"I've got to go. I have a double today. You have your set of keys. Ella has enough milk in the bag to last tonight along with diapers, cereal and her stuffed puppy. I'll see you at three unless you fall sleep. If you do please don't do it on the couch. Use the bed. I changed the sheets and I can use he couch."

Cathy rolled her eyes at the obvious deflection but didn't say anything else. She ran and kissed the top of Ella's head and headed out the door. She didn't hear Cathy's whisper.

"You could be so much more."