Prologue

Warnings/Summary:
James T Kirk is an economics student in London when his world comes crashing down, he's a genius able to find algorithms and patterns in things that most people would never spot, but he throws his PhD work away to rush home after his Mother dies in the world trade centre attack. He joins the Marines where he further excels, showing an aptitude for anything he puts his mind to. But even that falls apart when he breaks his back in a helicopter crash and is sent back home to recover. Now he's gained the interest of a CIA Agent and Captain, Christopher Pike as well as his Doctor, Leonard McCoy, who helps with the Soldiers recovery at the request of an old friend despite being a neurosurgeon, not a Physiotherapist.
But along the road to recovery they grow closer and closer. And Pike's wish to have Kirk in the CIA get closer to being fulfilled.

But when they do and Jim works on wall street undercover, will he uncover something too much for even him to handle? And how will his relationship with Len cope with all the secrecy?

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, mentions of 9/11, War Injuries & Physiotherapy, Slow Build, Eventual McKirk, Drug Use

London School of Economics, 2001

Looking around with a frown, Jim heads to the building for his lesson but stops by a group of girls to find out why everyone was rushing around. "hey what's going on?"

"It's all over the news, they have it on the tv inside."

"Thanks." Jim heads in and his frown changes to a look of shock at the image on the tv screen mounted on the wall. The world trade centre was coming down. The report fills in the details for him, explaining how two planes had crashed into the towers, thousands of people still trapped inside the buildings.

An Australian student stops as he goes to pass Jim, recognising him from his class and pats his shoulder sadly. "You're american aren't you? Sorry mate." Then goes to his class.

But Jim could only stand there in shock, unable to even respond to the classmate. Until he finally snaps out of it and heads back out of the buildings towards his halls of residence. He needed to get back home right now.

One of his classmates spots him and comes running over, frowning. "Jim? Jim! Hey where are you going? Our lesson is about to start."

"Yeah well I've got bigger issues than that to deal with right now, sorry Kaidan." Jim keeps walking but Kaidan doesn't leave. "I have to go home, I just saw the news... I need to get back."

"But Jim-"

"My Mom works at the World Trade Centre. Okay. So I'm going back to the States and I'm going to make sure she's okay." The blonde had come to a complete stop now, staring down his friend. "And if she's not... No, that's not an option. But I'm leaving."

Kaidan's expression completely changes, his attitude too, patting his friend on the shoulder gently. "Oh fuck, I'm so sorry Jim... if there's anything you need..."

"I'll be fine. But thanks." Jim goes back up to his room and immediately starts packing a bag. Everything important gets shoved in and the rest would just have to be sent out to him or binned. He didn't care. It was just stuff, it didn't matter. Then he heads downstairs and uses the telephone box just outside the building to call for a taxi to take him to London City airport. It was probably going to cost him a hell of a lot more to fly from there but again, it was just money, it doesn't matter. What matters is getting back to make sure his Mom was okay.

He had already lost his Dad before he was even born, a Marine who had been died saving his entire squad after being promoted to CO as they lost their Captain to the attack. His Mother had received the news of his death only days after Jim's birth. The attack had happened the exact day Jim had come into this world, whilst Winona would have still been in labour. So no, Jim was not ready to lose his Mother too.

Running up to the desk, Jim looks at the woman desperately, baby blues filled with despair and grief. "I need a one way ticket to New York. Yes, I have seen the news and I don't care what's going on. I just need to get back. Please."

"Okay, I'll see if there are any flights still going but... I can't make any promises." The woman types away into her computer, searching the screen. "We have a flight leaving in half an hour to Bradley Airport, Connecticut. There's a few tickets left, you're lucky. I'm surprised it's still going at all."

Jim sighs with relief and pays for the ticket on his credit card then runs to get through security and to the boarding gate. "Please be okay..." he mutters to himself.

Afghanistan, 2003

I, James Tiberius Kirk, do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic, that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same and that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice, so help me, God.

Two years since the incident, since his Mother had died and Jim had joined the Marines to serve, surprising many of his fellow soldiers and drill sergeants who had not believed some pretty middle-class boy who had been studying economics in London could possibly make a decent Marine. Yet he had proven to be a fast learner in that too. Now he was on a helicopter to the next base of operations, ready for his next mission.

"Come on then!" Jim laughs, highly amused by his comrade's antics. "Let's hear it."

"Richmond Webb." the soldier grins broadly, looking pleased with himself.

Jim just laughs even more. "Are you serious?"

"Hey, my man was a seven time pro-bowler."

"I'm just saying-" Jim cuts off as his radio comes through, his CO on the other end. " Yes this is Lieutenant Kirk. yes sir, I did. I was wondering if you had a chance to forward my report on the Saabir Khan Bridge to anyone in intel. Yes sir, they are the same findings I already reported. I just can't help noticing a correlation between traffic pattern there and the region's other... Well, if they do respond, I would be happy to explain it to whoever's in charge of regional... Sir?"

The other soldier snorts slightly. "Still no love from the CO?"

"I don't get it, I'm just trying to help-"

The pilot shouts back from the front, informing them to all buckle up as they were about to hit some turbulence. Jim notices that the Private who had just joined them, Jenkins he vaguely remembers he was called, was struggling to do his harness up. "You alright there Private?"

Looking up from the harness, the Private nods. "Sir, yes sir!"

"Good man." Jim grins.

"Man I still don't get why you requested this detail. Big brain like yours' man, why aren't you behind some desk somewhere?" the soldier questions, watching his Lieutenant curiously. This man was some kind of genius if you asked him, the patterns he saw in shit. It was incredible. Yet here he was, on a helicopter with someone like him, a dumb grunt as he saw himself.

Jim's smile was forced, but not noticeably so, as he goes to reply though the Private looks at him in shock and cuts in. "Wait, you requested this?"

"Just figured that if I was gonna serve, I should serve." The blonde shrugs it off, hoping the topic will change.

Luckily the atmosphere brightens when the soldier grins and says; "Man that's some patriotic shit right there, you see that? You're all right Lieutenant. Even if you team is wack."

Rolling his eyes with a chuckle, Jim sighs dramatically. "Oh stop talking trash on the Cyclones, homeboy." he adds jokingly.

The Private listens and decides to try and pitch into the conversation. "I'm a Bengals fan."

At the same time, Jim and the other soldier both look at the Private and laugh as the exclaim; "The Bengals?!"

"Rookie get that harness on and stop trying to be down." The soldier laughs, Jim still laughing at the Private's little addition to the conversation.

Jim just grins at the Private. "You've got a lot to learn, Jenkins." And he watches as the Private continues to fumble with his harness, once again ending up speaking at the same time as the other soldier. "Left in, right twist, click."

"Thank you, sir!" The Private still fumbles however.

Smiling softly, Jim unfastens his harness and moves over to sit opposite the Private. "You want some help?" Just as he leans over to help the Private everything goes wrong. A rocket hits their helicopter, tearing it open and Jim barely manages to hold on as they crash down to the ground.

The crash itself and waking up is all a bit of a blur to Jim but despite the severe pain in his spine and his many lacerations and injuries, he drags both soldiers out of the heap and away from the crash before passing out from the pain.

When he comes to he's strapped to a board being wheeled through a medical tent, Doctors, Nurses and Soldiers milling around him. He must have missed part of the conversation as he hears one of the Medic's reply to the head surgeon. "-a chopper crash. Spinal cord should be okay, but he's got two shattered vertebrae and no feeling in his legs." As if to prove his point, the Medic probes at Jim's legs and gets no response from the man. Apparently he had been conscious briefly then, not that he recalled it.

The Surgeon looks down at Jim and shines a light in his eye to check his responsiveness. "Lieutenant Kirk! Lieutenant!" He looks up at the Medic again. "Anyone else make it out alive?"

"Yeah, two. Kirk dragged them both out to safety."

The Surgeon looks at his patient in shock. "With a broken back?" he shakes his head and looks at the Lieutenant. "Okay we're gonna have a look at your back, and it's going to hurt. Okay?"

The nurses and medics proceed to turn Jim onto his side after the count of three, his X-Rays on the board. Jim cries out in pain as he is moved and the Surgeon begins probing his back to get an idea of the damage done. "Well?" The Medic asks.

"Can't do anything from here. Evac him to NATO trauma in Kandahar right now. Get an ear out to Dr. M'Benga. Tell him to prep for a foraminotomy or possible spondylolisthesis. We got spinal compression and root damage at minimum. Lieutenant has about a 90minute window if he wants to walk again. Okay move move!" the Surgeon watches as Jim is wheeled out and says to himself. "That guy's done in this war."

Walter Reed Army Medical Centre

It had been a long time since Leonard McCoy had heard from his old Med school buddy Geoffrey M'Benga yet it didn't surprise him when he called him up asking for a favour. Although his specialty wasn't in physio he had experience with dealing with injured soldiers. "Listen Len, I know I'm asking a lot but... the number of soldiers we're sending home that need help... And they're going to need some serious help to recover. I just think, I just know that they could really benefit from your experience."

"I can't make any promises Geoff, if I can get the hospital to switch my shifts over to the centre then I will. I've seen the news, I know what's goin' on over there and I do want to help." So Leonard had pushed and insisted and made his case and somehow managed to get switched over to helping with the soldiers back from Iraq and Afghanistan.

So here he was, several months later, watching Jim walk with just one crutch now.

Jim was still unsure on his legs, his face a mask of pure exertion and effort to walk the short distance his doctor had asked him. Bones, as Jim had dubbed him, wasn't like the other doctors. He wasn't careful or cautious around Jim and wasn't afraid to push him further.

"Gently... Push more to the next level." Len encourages. "Good, that's really good Jim." he watches his patient make his progress. Jim groans and falls to the floor. "Come on, you can do this. Get up." Len watches him, his cantankerous manner and permanently frowning face that Jim usually found amusing aggravating him today.

Looking up into his hazel eyes, the blonde just glares at him. "I don't like you very much Bones."

"I've told you not to call me that. It's Dr. McCoy. And I'm here with you instead of performin' brain surgery as I should be, until you decide to walk." Len grumbles and watches him still. Jim didn't need to be coddled. He needed to be pushed and that was what he was doing.

"You're sick. You're a sadist." Jim complains.

Sighing, Len kneels down to look at him. "Come on Jim, meet me halfway." he frowns more as Jim mutters something. "What was that?"

"I said..." the blonde looks up, bright blue eyes pleading. "Give me two Percocet."

That wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear. It always worried Len that patients like Jim would become addicted to their pain medication. But he was aware of the damage done to his spine too and wasn't about to deny him it either. "Get up and I'll ask them for one. One." He holds up one finger to make sure the message gets through then when Jim nods he goes over to get it for him.

Up in the office looking over the soldiers all training in their own ways, Captain Chris Pike stands with one of the other doctors from the centre, watching Jim curiously. "How long has he been here?"

"Eight months now, I believe."

"Think he'll ever walk without crutches?" Pike turns to look at the doctor, looking away from Jim to gauge his response.

The doctor sighs and shrugs slightly. "Perhaps. If he decides he has somewhere to go." They look back down to the training room floor where Jim had managed to push himself back to stand using his crutch for support, looking exhausted from the effort.

"I'd like to meet him." When the doctor nods and goes to lead him down, Pike smiles and shakes his head. "Not now but soon. Thank you Doctor." He shakes his hand and leaves.

Len walks back over with the cup of water in one hand, the small pot with the pill in, in the other. "Can you do me a favour and wait two minutes before you take that?"

Now Jim was frowning, looking at Len like he'd just asked him to do the highland fling. "Why?"

"So that you know you can." Len responds with a strange, unreadable expression on his face that Jim couldn't quite discern.

AN: My new fic! aaaaah~! So I finally got around to watch Jack Ryan and I'm sure I'm not the only one who thought of this but screw it.

I don't quite know what to call this exactly, it's the same story of Jack Ryan but with the Star Trek characters and some of the story from that too... *shrugs* anyway, I hope you enjoyed the Prologue!

Also I would just like to add that I was 6 at the time of the 9/11 attacks so no, I recall nothing and had to look most of it up and I live in the UK and have never set foot in America in my life so anything to do with the US I got off the internet so forgive me for any mistakes.

Please let me know what you think, any and all constructive criticism is welcomed.

EDIT: Thank you to Annya for providing some really helpful information on PT I hope this works a tad better now!