So being a huge Star Trek fan and loving into darkness i thought, with my brain, that I should write a fanfiction. Well here I go...oh God why did I volunteer for this?
"Captain!"
"Jim! No!"
"RUN!"
"We are not leaving you captain."
"Go Spock that's an order!"
"AHH!"
"CAPTAIN!"
"NO!"
"JIM!"
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"Take it, and remember."
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James T. Kirk woke up in his apartment building to the annoying and familiar sound of his phone ringing. "No," he muttered under his morning breath. Throwing a pillow at the noise the phone went on ringing. "Fine!" he rolled out of bed, onto his dirty floor, stumbled over his laundry basket and picked up the phone.
"Jim!"
"Hey Sam, what's up?" why the hell was his brother calling him this earlier in the morning, for gosh sake it was...noon.
"Oh god Jim, don't tell me you've forgotten already. The wife and I are having dinner at my place remember?"
"I know, I remembered." he didn't. "Is mom and dad coming?"
"No damn weather in Iowa."
The two shared a laugh even though nothing was really funny then went on making small talk about how two of his brother's sons were not going to be at dinner because they were hanging out with some much cooler friends.
After the two were done talking and hung up Jim got ready for a nice dinner. Sense he became a teacher at local school he had been quite busy, plus offering to coach football made his life even more insane. As he picked up his keys off the table he noticed a single key sitting on it's own. An old fashioned key used to open doors and cars in the early 21 century. The key was plain silver with no markings on it. with little thought he put it in his pocket.
As he drove to his brothers he looked up at the sky, it was dark out and a few stars were visible behind the San Francisco lights. Deep down he wondered what would have happened if Earth didn't hult all their space missions. No one had been in space for years, not since the comminess beat them to jupiter. After that all missions stopped, Jim knew there were other worlds out there waiting to be seen, yet he knew he would never see them. No one on Earth would.
James Kirk pulled up to his brother's house. his wife Aurelan met him at the door, "jim how good to see you! It's a real shame your mother and father will not be able to come. So it might just be the four of us." She smiled and gave him a hug.
"That's fine by me. Hey Peter, miss your uncle James?"
"I saw you two days ago," Peter said back and walked into another room. jim and his sister in law just laughed.
The kirk had a nice dinner. Sam and kirk talked about being kids and a little about the USSR treat. Everything about the dinner was perfect, but Jim couldn't help but feel a burning pain in his pocket where he had put that key. He acted normal around his family, but the back of his mind was going crazy wondering about that key.
"Hey, Aurelan can i ask you something?" jim asked he after dinner as his brother and Peter picked up.
"It's about this key," Jim showed it to her. "I found it and it's been bugging me ever since. i thought since you work at the old train station you would know about something old like this. "
"Well," she said looking at it. "It's quite old I can tell you that. you know, I think the rail station still has some vintage lockers in the back that this key might fit. Yes I think a woman had a similar key a few weeks back. Yes she did! It was for locker number 170, and the key looked just like that. Maybe on one of your nightly trips to the bar you banging into her and she left the key at your place the morning after on accident."
"Or on purpose."
After Jim said his goodbyes and hung his nephew against his will jim headed to the station. He didn't remember the woman who left it there, he doesn't remember most of the woman who he spends his nights with, but something about this key bugged him. It was like the key was for him, like it was calling to him.
At the station he went to the locker 170 on floor 14 and slid the key into the lock. "I'll be damned," it was a perfect fit. He opened the locker only to have a single photo fall out of it. Picking it up he gasped. It was him, but not only him, he was next to seven other people. him and seven other people all pushed together smiling for a picture. All of them wearing funny colored outfits.
"Who the hell are these people?" he questioned out loud then noticed that the one next to him on his right had pointed ears. "Okay, better question, are these people?"
So up there you go...James T. Kirk is now on a mission to find the (people) and find out just why they are their and who they are.