Author's Note: I've always been a bit wary of posting my fanfictions anywhere, honestly. Usually I just write them and share them with my friend - especially if it includes an original character. Mostly because I'm always afraid it's just overused or whatever. But you know what? I think I've gotten to the point where I'm okay with it being overused. And I've made a few videos for this fic and I had one or two people ask to read it. I don't know if you'll like it, but what's the harm in actually putting it out there? So, without further ado, here is my Spock/OC (feat. Kirk/OC) fic.

xoxo

January 4th, 2233

"- repeat: evacuate ship and get to designated shuttles now!" A voice sounded throughout the ship. People were scrambling all over, the ship falling to pieces around them. There wasn't much time left, as anyone could see.

"That's George's voice... what's happening?" A young blonde woman was being wheeled out of the medical bay. She was very pregnant and very distraught.

"We'll deliver in the shuttle," one of the nurses who surrounded her said to the others, ignoring the expecting mother's question, "go!" They had to move quickly, knowing that at any moment she'd be giving birth.

At the sound of her communicator, Winona Kirk flipped it open. "George!"

"You're okay, thank god," George spoke, "I have medical shuttle 37 standing by, get to it now. Can you do that?"

"Yes," Winona replied, being wheeled quickly through all of the chaos.

"Everything's going to be okay, do exactly as I say. Shuttle 37." He was trying to keep her calm; trying to reassure her that everything was going to be alright even when it clearly wasn't. That was what he did best. He always reassured his wife, even when things looked the bleakest.

"George, they're coming. The babies. They're coming now," she spoke into her communicator, holding onto her stomach. There wasn't much time left, and she wanted her husband there with her.

"I'm on my way." Winona smiled, a breath of relief. He was going to be there. Everything would be okay. She could do it if he was there with her. She wasn't as afraid if he was there with her.

The nurses were almost sprinting as Winona cried out in pain as a contraction hit her. She was being reassured just to keep breathing. It was going to be okay. She was going to be fine, and the babies were as well. Thankfully, she couldn't see the unsure look on the nurse's face as he turned and wheeled her towards the shuttle.

When they got to the shuttle, the nurses moved quickly, getting her out of the wheelchair and onto the bio-bed. She screamed out as another contraction hit.

"Wait, we can't go yet," Winona cried out as the shuttle prepared to take off. They couldn't go without George! "Please stop." Her voice was weak, body ravaged with contractions, and she could do very little to actually stop the shuttle.

"George," she finally spoke through her communicator, "the shuttle's leaving, where are you?" She sounded as calm as she could, but there was a subtle panic hidden under her words.

"Sweetheart, listen to me." A look of realization hit her. She knew that tone. His voice was soft and he spoke to her like he would when he couldn't make it home because work was keeping him late. "I'm not going to be there."

"No," she whispered, horrified and in pain.

"This is the only way you'll survive."

"Are you still on the ship? You have to be here!" She cried softly.

"The shuttles will never make it if I don't fight them off."

"George," Winona sobbed, "I can't do this without you!" How could he ask her to do this without him? How could he ask her to give birth to their second and third child without him? How could he ask her to raise them without him?

"Okay, I need you to push now," the doctor told her. Winona couldn't hold back anymore, letting out a pained scream as she pushed. She barely even noticed the shuttle had ejected from the ship.

A few pushes and many tears later, there was the sound of a cry, audible over the comms. The small child was handed to Winona, who took him with eyes full of wonder and awe. This was her second child. This was their second child.

"What is it?" George's voice broke over the comms. Winona, staring down at her beautiful child, smiled.

"It's a boy. The first one's a boy."

"A boy?" George called out in surprise. "Tell me about him." He knew there would probably only be minutes before Winona had to push again, but he wanted to hear about his second child. He wasn't sure if he'd have enough time to hear the cries of his third.

"He's beautiful," Winona said softly, sniffling back tears. "George you should be here. You should be here for him and... and for whatever the other child is. You should be here for them."

"What are we going to call him?" He was changing the subject, trying not to think of the impact that was about to happen. He didn't want to think about the fact that he wasn't going to be there to see his children grow up. He didn't want to think that he'd never even know the sex of his other child.

"We can name him after your father?" Winona said unsurely. She had no idea. Names were never her strong suit.

"Tiberius? You kidding me? No, that's the worst," George laughed hollowly. He couldn't name his second born son after Tiberius. "Let's name him after your dad. Let's call him Jim."

"Jim," Winona repeated, staring down at her beautiful baby boy. There was no doubt about it, that was his name. Staring down at him, she could tell. It was the only name that fit him. "Okay, Jim it is."

"Sweetheart, can you hear me?" George called out. Winona broke her gaze from her son, holding him close to her. No, this couldn't be happening.

"I can hear you!" She cried out.

"I love you so much. I love you-" and then the comm went silent. She could see outside of the shuttle's windows just in time to catch the explosion. She clutched Jim closer to her, sobs wracking her body. George was gone. Her George. Her husband. He was gone.

Winona let out a scream of pain, and a nurse came to take Jim from her. Her contractions were starting again. She couldn't do this, though. She couldn't. She couldn't give birth to another child without her husband. He couldn't be dead! He couldn't leave her to raise three children on her own!

"You have to push," the doctor repeated once more. She did as she was told, no way of keeping it in. Tears streamed down her face and it was only minutes before her ears were greeted with another cry.

"It's a girl, ma'am." Winona was told as she was handed her second child. She was sobbing, looking down at her beautiful daughter. "What shall you call her?"

"Winnifred," Winona said breathlessly. It was the name George had often talked of when he thought of having a girl. Winona hadn't been fond of the idea, thinking it was too close to her own name, but that didn't matter now. She just wanted to make her husband happy, even in death.

Iowa, 2244

"You know what? Get the hell out of the house! When your mom comes back, she can deal with you! Go ahead, go, run away! You think I give a damn?" Frank called out after the eldest Kirk. He was done dealing with this. He was done dealing with Winona's kids, especially George.

"Sam! Where are you going?" A little girl's voice could be heard calling out. She followed after him, her twin brother close on her heels. She passed Frank, who was seething.

"As far as I can get!" George Samuel Kirk, Jr. told his younger sister.

"Which won't be far enough! This is my house! Not yours, not your mother's!" Winnifred tried to catch up to Sam with Jim following after. "What? What do you want Jimmy?" Frank snapped at the middle child, who had yet to say anything.

"I... just don't want my brother to go..." Jim admitted, looking now at Sam, who had stopped. Winnifred had finally caught up, wrapping her arms around her eldest brother's middle.

"What you want doesn't matter. You're no one and I asked you to wash the car," Frank told him, glaring down at him. God, how could he be stuck with three kids like this? It wasn't his damn job to raise them! "How many damn times do I have to repeat myself."

"You can't leave, Sammy, you can't leave," Winnifred cried softly. How could he leave them here with Frank? He was horrible! He treated them horribly! If he was going to go, the least he could do was take them with him!

"Go," Frank turned around to look at Sam, his voice full of conviction. If Sam left, that was one less child to look after.

"Please stay," Jim spoke to his brother finally. Sam was trying to wriggle out of Winnie's grip.

"I can't take Uncle Frank anymore. Mom has no idea what he's like when she's not around. Do you hear him talking like he's our dad? And that's not even his car you're washing! That's dad's car!" Sam finally managed to get out of his sister's grip, walking off. Jim was quick to get to Sam's pace, Winnie stumbling after the two.

"You two are going to be fine, you always are. Always doing everything right - good grades, obeying every stupid order. I can't be a Kirk in this house. Show me how to do that and I'll stay." Neither Jim nor Winnie could offer a solution, now matter how hard they thought. Sam watched them sadly. It wasn't as if he wanted to leave them, not here with Frank, but what else could he do? He couldn't stay here any longer. "I'll see you."

As Sam walked off, Winnie could feel the hot tears pouring down her face. She tried to keep it quiet, but she couldn't. As Jim watched his older brother walk off, he pulled his sister into a tight hug. He'd have to be the one to protect them now. He'd have to take over for Sammy. It was his job now.

Slowly, James walked his sobbing sister back towards the house. He had to get to cleaning the car. It was his only chore of the day, knowing that Frank was wanting to sell it. If he didn't get it done, well, it would be bad news for everyone.

Jim sat Winnie down next to the car and got to work. He wished he knew of a way to stop her from crying, but he had nothing. There was nothing up his sleeve. He had tried to offer her his Flo-yo, but she refused it. She didn't want a stupid toy; she wanted her big brother back.

As Jim was washing the interior of the car, the keys fell almost serendipitously into his lap. He stared at them for a minute before a wild idea jumped into his head. "Winnie," he called out, softly at first but then more resound when she didn't respond.

"What?" Her voice was hoarse. She had gotten up and moved over to the car. Her puffy eyes fell on the keys in Jim's hand, and she didn't quite understand at first.

"Get in the car." She didn't need to be told twice. Wiping the tears away from her cheeks, Winnie climbed into the passenger side seat. She closed the door with a bang and looked out at the road ahead.

"Do it."

The tires squealed as James peeled out onto the main road, dust kicking up behind them. There was no one else around and Jim kept his foot pressed down hard on the gas, the speed climbing and climbing. Jim could barely see over the steering wheel, but that didn't matter. He just wanted to keep going faster.

The two jumped when the phone started to rang. Winnie got the answer button first, cringing as Frank's voice shot out of it. "Hey, are you two out of your minds? That car's an antique! You think you can get away with this just because your mother's off planet? You two get your asses back home, now! You live in my house! You live in my house and that's my car! You get one scratch on that car and I'm going to whip you're as-" Jim quickly reached out, shutting the phone off and switching it to the radio. He reached up, a newfound confidence, and unlatched the roof. They were going so fast, though, that it ripped right off, tumbling to the ground behind them.

Winnie watched with wide eyes, her heart pounding in her ears. She turned back around in her seat just as Jim let out an excited yell. A smile wormed its way on her tear stained face and she soon found herself joining him. This was the most reckless thing they had ever done, the stupidest thing... the best thing.

A figure appeared on the road, and it held its hand out as the car got closer. Winnie realized it to be Sam as they passed, and Jim waved at him while Winnie made a face. He couldn't believe it. His brother and sister were... they were joyriding their late father's car! Just seconds after they passed, a cop had pulled out onto the road, lights on as it raced after the corvette.

"Uh, Jimmy?" Winnie called out, looking over her shoulder to see the cop. He could see him too.

"Citizen, pull over," the cop called out as he came up beside them. Jim clenched his hands on the wheel and Winnie wasn't sure what he was going to do at first. She let out a yell as he made a hard right down a side road. The cop wasn't fooled, and quickly came after them.

Winnie's eyes widened as she saw what was up ahead. Or rather, what wasn't up ahead. The road was gone, and there was a ravine. Jim had to stop! If he didn't, they'd both die for sure! "JIM!" Winnie yelled over the wind, but Jim wasn't stopping. If anything, they were picking up speed.

Jim switched gears and let out one final yell. He braked, turning the car to its side so that it was drifting now. He reached out quickly, grabbing his sister by the arm. With all his strength, he propelled Winnifred out in front of him. She screamed, reaching out to grab ahold of the ground. When she was sure that she was safe, she turned to see Jimmy barely hanging on at the edge of the ravine.

She moved quickly, scrambling to her feet and rushing over to grab hold of him. As she helped him up, his gaze became steady on something behind her. She turned, noticing the cop had finally caught up with them, as was inevitable. "Is there a problem officer?" Jim asked once he was on his feet. Winnie stood beside him, trying to be just as tall and unafraid as her brother.

"Citizens, what are your names?"

"My name is James Tiberius Kirk-"

"And I'm Winnifred Valeria Kirk." The two stood proud, not caring at the amount of trouble they were about to be in. It wasn't going to be their last, either. The two would be known for causing havoc and mayhem in their small town for years to come.

Author's Note: And that's where I'm going to end for the first chapter. I'm going to let you know, though, that the first bit of the story (which follows the first movie) has very little romance in it involving the characters and the OCs. It is more to establish their friendships. It will progress into it more later.