Disclaimer: Lyndsey Ambrosi is a character I made up, my OC, along with any family mentioned of hers. She is not to come across as Mary-Sue, but she is described as weaker bodied and sort of fragile, because that's who I wanted her to be. Just know she is NOT a Mary-sue. I can't tolerate Mary Sues or Gary Sues. I own nothing else. Roddenberry, Abrams, and all those other cool people own the franchise.

Description: Jim Kirk had a good friend through the years that he met at camp, but growing up has consequences. Could that make him see her in a new light? Eventual Kirk/OC

The sun shone brightly down on the small camp scene of Iowa as children began to arrive at the camp on the borders of town. "Not camp." Lyndsey had to remind herself. "Jail."

8 year old Lyndsey Ambrosi had never been a horrible person. In fact, most people described her as warm and happy, someone who never would hurt a fly. She had skinny legs and arms, blue eyes, dark rimmed glasses, and a long mop of sun-kissed red hair. She was a bit weaker than other girls and seemed more fragile, but was that a crime?

After saying goodbye to her mother, she found a tree to sit under. Fiddling in her bag, she found an old hardcover book, worn at the edges. It was her favorite book, "By the Shores of Silver Lake."

She had only just started to read when 3 larger shadows occupied her area of sun. She looked up through her red bangs that hung across her face. They were boys, all three of them, each with scowls that matched her brothers when they were mad. The thing was, they weren't her brothers, and they weren't mad at her for sitting under the tree.

"So you're Captain Ambrosi's daughter?" The first scowling boy said to her. She closed her book and put it in her bag. "Uhh yeah..." She glanced down at her nametag where her name was written in elegant letters. "I bet you don't even know why you're here Ambrosi." The second boy sneered at her. She looked up at them with her big blue eyes. "And you do?" She asked softly.

She knew her parents were busy. Her mother, Liana Ambrosi was a science officer onboard a starship somewhere and her father, Adrian Ambrosi was the captain of the same ship. She didn't know the name, and neither did her three older brothers. It was hard having two parents in Starfleet.

"You really think they want you?" The third boy asked and she looked at him hard. Of course, she knew she was a misfit. All her brothers were tall, black haired, blue eyed, and handsome; just like her father. She took after her mother with her red hair, skinny body, and fragile appearance. They loved her; at least that's what they said.

"You don't mean that." She said softly, looking at the same boy still. "They love me. They're just in Starfleet so their always on the job." The first boy grabbed her arm. "Your father is a good for nothing captain! He'll end up just like that dead guy George Kirk and then what'll happen to ya?" She was about to reply again when she heard a voice behind the boys.

"You wanna take that back?" The voice said softly, with a unhidden snarl. The guys turned around and began a shouting match.

"You again! I thought we taught you not to mess with us!"

"Do you really have to take it out on her?"

"What? You feel all protective of her?"

"No, but you insulted my dad."

Within that minute, they were in a full out brawl. She didn't understand. Was it something she said? She got up, turned around, and climbed up the tree. She sat on the thickest branch she could find closest to the top. She looked out at the sky.

A couple minutes later, she could hear someone climbing the tree. She looked down to find a boy who looked about her age about three branches below her. He was kind of built and tallish with blonde hair and bright aqua blue eyes. He climbed up easily to her level and sat on the branch in front of her. They sat there in silence until she spoke.

"Why did you stand up for me?"

The boy focused on her with his blue eyes. "They insulted my dad and yours. Isn't that enough?"

She smiled. "Well...uhh...thanks..." She said softly.

He finished her sentence, "Jim Kirk. Your name is?"

"Lyndsey. Lyndsey Ambrosi."