AN: "Part One" is chapters one, two, and three edited and re-posted. Sorry about that. Hopefully I was able to fix a few things. :3
Jim Kirk bounced in the captain's chair excitedly, glancing once again at his communications officer.
"Nothing yet captain," Uhura said for the twentieth time that shift.
"Captain, may I inquire as to whom we are waiting for?" Jim's XO asked.
"Spock, if you don't know then I won't tell you. It'll be a surprise," Jim said grinning as the science officer's eyebrow shot up to his hairline.
"Captain, incoming call," Uhura said excitedly, "she's ready to beam up."
"Tell Mr. Scott that I'll meet him down in the transporter room shortly. Spock and Uhura, you come with me. Sulu you have the conn," Jim said, practically leaping out of his chair and dashing to the turbo lift. Spock and Uhura followed their captain.
"Captain, may I inquire as to why Uhura will be joining us in the transporter room?" Spock asked Jim while looking Uhura.
Jim smiled at Spock's girlfriend before looking at Spock. "Let's just say that our guest and Uhura know each other, and I couldn't deprive our guest of her presence when she beams up," Kirk said cryptically.
They finally made it to the transporter room where Bones and Scotty are waiting.
"Bones, why are you here?" Jim asked, already knowing the answer.
"You know damn well that I've been excited to see my baby girl come aboard the Enterprise almost as much as you have," the doctor said.
Jim grinned and turned to Scotty, "Energize."
A girl with short, dirty blonde hair appeared on the transporter pad. She was dressed in a white t-shirt and leather jacket and wore ripped jeans and combat boots. Aviators covered her eyes. She beamed and removed her glasses, revealing dark brown eyes and long lashes.
As she stepped off the transporter pad Jim stepped toward her and they reverently touched hands, pressing their palms together and gazing deeply into each other's eyes. They stood like that for a few minutes. Every once in a while the mysterious women would purr or Jim would giggle, (yes giggle!), or she would wince and he would tense.
Bones coughed and the woman turned and noticed the doctor before bounding across the room and into his arms.
"Bones!" She cried happily, nuzzling her face into the doctor's neck.
"Haven't been getting into too much trouble I hope," Bones asked her.
"Who me?" The woman asked innocently, batting her eyelashes.
Spock and Uhura looked on, one's expression unreadable and the other's a slight smile.
"What can I expect? You are a Kirk!" Bones laughed.
"Is that an insult?" The woman teased.
"You are related to the captain?" Spock questioned. The woman spun, her eyes lighting on the Vulcan.
"Ah yes, Commander Spock," she said, addressing him. "I guess you could say that I am related to the captain."
Uhura laughed at this.
"And Uhura!" The woman gasped, looking the communications officer over before approaching her. "I really missed you," the woman breathed seductively. "I almost forgot how beautiful you are…almost," the woman smiled.
Uhura returned the smile, "So are you not going to hug me?"
The young woman's eyes sparkled. "I didn't want to do anything that you didn't want," the woman said shyly.
Uhura held her arms opened in response, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The young woman stepped into those arms, clinging tightly to Uhura, her hands barely rubbing small circles into Uhura's back, causing her skirt to hoist a centimeter.
Uhura seemed to return the woman's enthusiasm, clinging to the leather jacket with one hand and carding her fingers through the woman's short hair with the other.
"Jamie Tiberia Kirk!" Jim said loudly, glaring at the young woman.
The young woman pulled away abruptly, walking over to Jim. She put her hand in his and turned back to the rest of the people in the room. Scotty must have snuck out at some point to get back to his beloved engine room because he was now nowhere to be seen.
"I must apologize for my atrocious behavior," Jamie said to Uhura. Jamie's behavior had changed as well. She stood stiff and straight, and there was a more serious edge to her voice.
"There is no need to apologize Jamie," Uhura smiled.
"Thank you," Jamie smiled sweetly.
"I have to get back to Med Bay," McCoy said, reluctant to leave.
"Will you join Jim and me for supper in our quarters at 1800?" Jamie asked.
"I'd love to baby girl," Bones said happily, leaving the room.
"Captain, it would be logical for someone to show Jamie to her quarters and for us to return to the bridge to complete our shift," Spock announced.
"Uhura, why don't you show Jamie to her quarters and then meet us on the bridge when you're through?" Jim suggested.
"Yes captain," Uhura said, taking Jamie by the arm and leading her out of the transporter room.
"How are you related to Jamie?" Spock inquired as Jim and he walked out of the transporter room and made their way to the nearest turbo lift.
"It's complicated. We aren't related exactly…it's more like she is another version of me," Jim explained.
"Please clarify," Spock said, confused.
"When I was approximately two months old Jamie was born. It wasn't a birth in the way that we would imagine it; Jamie didn't come from my mother or from any other creature. My mom and I were on an alien planet, my mother wasn't on Earth very often or for very long but she took me with her on this trip, and I ended up triggering some strange relic on the planet and Jamie appeared. The relic or being or whatever it was explained that Jamie was an alternate form of myself and that she had to exist in this universe in order to balance it for a certain amount of time. So there she was, the same age as me. My mother told all of this to us on Jamie's twelfth birthday. It was irreversible. Not that I regret it. Best thing that ever happened to me," Jim explained.
Spock looked at Jim skeptically, (for a Vulcan anyway).
"It's true! When we were babies, it was like we were the same person. We looked identical, besides the fact that I'm male and Jamie is female, oh, and the color of our eyes. We acted the exact same way, if one of us cried the other did too. As we grew older we began to realize that we were actually communicating with our minds," Jim said.
Spock said nothing so Jim continued.
"We used to be able to experience exactly what the other was experiencing as it was happening no matter how far apart we were. We never liked to be apart though, and we could always be found together. We can still experience each other's emotions, and sometimes we can experience important moments, good or bad, even if we're apart. It's easier the closer we are, and we can easily access the link between our minds with physical contact, especially in the hands," Jim said.
"Fascinating," Spock replied.
Jim and Spock stepped onto the bridge, and the conversation ended.
"So, does this mean that you'll finally tell me your first name?" Jamie winked at Uhura.
"That's for me to know and for you to dream about," Uhura answered.
"If you're giving me permission to dream about you don't bother, I already took the liberty," Jamie winked.
Uhura just rolled her eyes happily and they continued to deck five.
"You were informed that Jim and I would share a room?" Jamie asked.
"I just know you Jamie. You are the girl that flirted with me throughout our training at the academy. How you managed to find or come up with a new pick up line every single day amazes me," Uhura explained.
"I flirted with everyone. I can't help it, it's who I am," Jamie pouts.
"Believe me I know. I knew you weren't serious after that fight you were in…," Uhura said. Jamie winced.
"So… you and Spock are a thing?" Jamie asked, trying to change the subject.
Uhura's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "We have been together three months now," Uhura answered.
"That's a shame. We could've been great you know," Jamie said wistfully.
"Will you meet me in my quarters at 2000 hours?" Uhura asked.
"I look forward to it," Jamie smiled, brushing her fingertips across the back of Uhura's hand.
Uhura turned and walked away, leaving Jamie punching in the code to Jim's quarters.
Uhura walked onto the bridge. Jim turned in his chair to look at her.
"Is there something I can do for you captain?" Uhura asked.
Jim grinned at her, "Nothing lieutenant, I'm just happy that you and Jamie seem to be getting along..."
"Yes captain," Uhura smiled before turning back to her console.
Jim practically pranced to the turbo lift when his shift was over. Spock joined him, both of them heading for deck five.
"Captain, you mentioned that you and Jamie are the same age, and I recall Uhura mentioning something that would imply that Jamie attended Starfleet Academy," Spock stated.
"Yeah, and your point is?" Jim asked.
"Jamie cannot possible be still attending the academy?" Spock questioned.
"When the distress call from Vulcan came," Jim began, watching Spock's expression carefully when mentioning the now-destroyed planet that was once Spock's home, "Jamie wasn't allowed to leave the academy grounds, let alone get assigned to a ship. She didn't even get to come to the hanger, so Bones couldn't sneak her on with me. She was still in trouble for attacking some other students that had been pretty mean to her. She wasn't allowed to graduate early with us. Pike was pissed about that. She's almost done though, and Pike has told me some rumors that she might be getting her own ship," Jim answered.
"Does she have the same reputation for engaging in bar fights and having multiple sexual partners that you do?" Spock asked.
"Hey!" Jim said, mock-glaring at Spock. The turbo lift doors opened and Jim and Spock walked down the corridor together, Spock matching Jim's stride perfectly.
"Well she did get into some trouble for fighting at the academy," Jim admitted.
They were stopped in front of Jim's quarters. "Why don't you come in? You could ask her some questions about all of this if you want," Jim offered, punching in the access code to the room.
Spock and Jim stepped inside when the doors swished open.
"All the…small things…true care…truth brings. I'll take…one lift. You're ride…best trip," Jamie sang along loudly, dancing around the room in her white tee and black undies, wielding a hairbrush as a microphone.
"Shit Jim, this is why you knock!" Jamie said when she turned around and saw an exasperated Jim and certain stoic Vulcan first officer standing in the doorway staring.
"This is why you don't dance around in your underwear at this time in the day," Jim said in response. "Computer, turn music off." The music in the background shut off.
"I'm just going to put some pants on then," Jamie said, unphased. She disappeared behind the divider that led to Jim's "bedroom".
Spock and Jim moved further into the room to sit on the couch.
"Sorry about that Spock…" Jim trailed off.
"Apologies are illogical captain," Spock said evenly.
"I suppose dancing around the room in your underwear pretending to be a rock star is pretty illogical too huh?" Jamie laughed, coming out in black sweatpants. She saw Spock start to open his mouth to answer her question, "Don't answer that! It was rhetorical."
"Spock and I were talking about our…situation", Jim said, changing the subject.
Jamie sat down in the chair across from them. "We do have a lot in common, but we are also different people," she explained, "I'm afraid that someday, we won't be able to hear each other's thoughts anymore."
"The rate at which we've been 'growing apart' has slowed significantly since our childhood however," Jamie said hopefully.
"Indeed?" Spock said.
"We've been pretty much at this level of… telepathic ability… ever since I turned eighteen," Jamie estimated.
"Fascinating," Spock said.
"Bones doesn't think it's fascinating. It scared the shit out of him when he first found out. He insisted on doing numerous scans and stabbing us in the neck with all sorts of hypos. Evil Bastard," Jim commented.
Jamie rubbed her neck remembering all of the hypos that Bones had administered since they knew each other.
"The Captain told me that you are close to completing your training at the Academy," Spock questioned.
"Yeah, it's pretty much bullshit that I didn't get to graduate early with everyone else but I'm almost there," Jim said determinedly.
"For what reason are you aboard the Enterprise then if you are still in classes?"
"Well I can't say anything right now, but it has to do with the mission you guys will be getting. There will probably be an official order from Starfleet about what that is by tomorrow. Until then I can't really say much. Even if I could say anything, I don't even know all the details," Jamie explained.
"Well I hope you don't think that I'm being exceptionally rude or something, but I'm going to jump in the sonic," Jamie said to Spock.
"Of course not, I have work to attend to that requires my attention so I will take my leave," Spock said, also standing. "Though I do not recommend jumping into the sonic, you are liable to slip and harm yourself."
Jamie laughed, "I'll keep that in mind."
Spock inclined his head in affirmation and exited the Captain's quarters.
"So that's the guy who dumped you on a freezing ice planet swarming with deadly creatures that tried to make you into dinner and then proceeded to choke you out when you survived. Charming," Jamie said, and with that she turned and waltzed into the bathroom that the Captain and the First Officer both shared.
Jim smirked and cleared his work desk so that they could use it to eat their dinner on that evening.
Jamie walked back in the room after her sonic in nothing but a towel. This was of no concern to Jim, who had seen her naked too many times to count and was used to it by now but Bones choked a bit on his brandy when he looked up and saw her.
Jamie just grinned at the grumpy doctor. "I thought dinner wasn't supposed to be until 1800?"
"Dammit kid it is 1800! Put some damn clothes on and sit down," Bones gruffed.
"Really it's 1800 already? Where did the time fly? And it's not like you haven't seen every inch of my naked body before; you are my primary physician if you don't remember. Plus you're my gynecologist so I don't see how any of this is a mystery to you," Jamie gestured to her nude body as she let the towel fall to the floor, having found the outfit that she wanted to wear.
Bones's face turned as red as a tomato and he decided that at that moment the most interesting thing was the ceiling and he would stare at it dammit!
Jim snickered and took Bones's empty glass from him.
"Well now that Jamie's finally here we can eat some actual food and quit sitting around drinking," Jim said.
"Since when do you like to sit down and eat a full meal? And we've only had one drink Jim," Bones pointed out.
"Don't worry Bones, I'll make Jim eat," Jamie kissed McCoy on the cheek, sitting next to him at the table, fully clothed.
"You didn't have to go and get all gussied up for me," Bones indicated the sparkling gold tank-top and black jeans that Jamie had decided to wear.
"Uhura invited me to her quarters tonight," Jamie explained wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"Be careful kid, I don't want that pointy-eared bastard strangling you too," Bones said gruffly.
"Ah Bones you do care! And I would never actually try to go for someone who is already in a relationship, you know that."
"Sure kid, but I know you. You flirt unintentionally."
"Are you jealous Bones?" Jamie said, stroking Bones's arm.
"See what I mean? Jim behaves like a ninety-year-old nun compared to you!"
Jim placed platefuls of food in front of Jamie and Leonard.
"Eat," he commanded, sitting down with them.
"Thanks babe!" Jamie said, digging in.
"No problem sweetie," Jim said, playing along.
Bones just muttered and began eating.
"I'll see you later!" Jamie kissed Jim and McCoy on their cheeks before prancing out the door.
"You have your hands full kid," Bones warned Jim.
"You've got me all alone in my room now Bones so what should we do?" Jim asked, giving the doctor a sultry look.
"Aw gee, guess who has a shift bright and early in sickbay? Gotta go kiddo," Bones excuses himself, leaving a laughing Jim sitting on the sofa.
Jamie stood outside the door to Uhura's quarters, pausing for a fraction of a second before steeling herself and hitting the button to alert Uhura to her presence.
"Enter," a voice from inside called.
The doors swooshed open and Jamie strode in.
"I know you already had dinner but I thought we could share a dessert?" Uhura looked up from where she was sitting at a table, on which sat a tray of cream puffs and next to them a bowl of custard and another bowl of whipped cream. But the most enticing part of the ensemble was the chocolate and strawberries that were sitting nearby a candle set in the middle of the table.
"Um, wow," Jamie stood in the doorway in surprise.
"Please, come sit down," Uhura gestured to the empty chair across from where she was sitting.
Jamie walked across the room and sat.
"You look lovely," Jamie said, noticing that Uhura wore a shimmery black dress and had her hair arranged in a simple yet fashionable bun on her head.
"Thank you," Uhura smiled, "As do you."
"So what's all this about?" Jamie asked, reaching for a cream puff. It didn't really matter the reasoning behind it, free food was free food to Jamie. And the food was looking good.
"I was actually hoping that maybe you could forgive me for the whole incident back at the academy. I had no idea that Finnegan would do what he did to you, and I am sorry," Uhura pleaded.
"So that's what's been up with you, why you've been acting so nice to me," Jamie said, spreading custard inside her cream puff. "And so all of this", Jamie gestured with her spreading knife, "is your way of apologizing to me."
"Finnegan tormented me far more than you know; he was my own personal devil. What you did only gave him another thing to use against me. I can forgive you for that. What I'm not ready to forgive you for however, is for helping to destroy my relationship with Ruth. She was the only person I've ever considered being with; my first real relationship. You, Finnegan, and Korey ruined that for me," Jamie said, her tone accusing.
"I know. And you know that I didn't mean for that to happen, I was just jealous. I was jealous that you were always better than me, did better than I did in every class; that you could get away with anything. And maybe I was jealous when you started seeing Ruth too. It's not like I had feelings for you, because I didn't, and I don't. It was just that all of a sudden all of the focus and attention that you had centered on me turned to someone else, and you were so happy. I can't tell you enough that I'm sorry I just hope that I can fix things between us, because I don't want to be your enemy," Uhura let out.
Jamie had now finished piling whipped cream and chocolate on top of her cream puff and decorated it with a strawberry before cramming a large bite into her mouth. She took a moment to chew agonizingly slowly, letting Uhura's words linger in the silence that now encompassed the room. It seemed that the universe was holding its breath, waiting for the verdict.
"Well," Jamie began, wiping her mouth with a napkin, "how can I say no to your pretty face? I forgive you."
Uhura let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.
"It definitely helps that these cream puffs are so fucking delicious," Jamie commented, lightening the mood.
The rest of the evening was spent with Jamie cramming cream puffs into her mouth, (and savoring the strawberries because Jim was allergic to them and she so wasn't), and Uhura eating and watching in mild amusement and slight disgust. (How can a girl so skinny eat so many cream puffs?)
"Jimmy I'm home," Jamie said, walking through the doorway and removing her shoes.
"So?" Jim asked, slightly worried. He felt relief however when Jamie looked up and she was smiling.
"Why don't I just show you?" She asked, crossing the room to stand in front of him, extending her hand. He took it and they stood in the middle of the room pressing their hands together, sharing the memory of Uhura's unexpected apology.
"Well that was….nice of her I think…" Jim said, "And I'm sure she was mostly jealous just because you were the treasurer of Starfleet Academy's Xenolinguistics Club and she was only the vice president of Starfleet Academy's Chorale Ensemble when I know she wanted to be both."
"Uh-huh. I'm tired," Jamie yawned, pulling off her shirt before unbuttoning her pants.
"Woman you kill me," Jim joked, leading her into the bedroom where he too undressed.
Jamie rummaged around in the drawer that Jim had lent to her until she found what she was looking for. It was one of Jim's old shirts that she had claimed that read: I survived the Zombie Apocalypse and all I got was this bloody shirt. It had fake blood stains on it and the shirt was a light blue color. She tugged it on and turned to Jim who was already lying in bed since all he usually wore to sleep were his boxers.
"I can't believe you still have that shirt," Jim chuckled. Jamie just shrugged, grabbing her toothbrush and toothpaste and heading for the bathroom. She checked to make sure it was unoccupied before padding in barefoot, in her zombie shirt and black panties.
And obviously when one is standing in front of the mirror, armed with a toothbrush and wearing a zombie shirt that acts like a short dress, one finds the need to practice one's sexiest dance moves and sing very quietly, white toothpaste dribbling out of one's mouth.
And when one forgets to lock the bathroom door, and is focused intently on one's reflection one doesn't notice a certain pointy-eared Vulcan standing in the doorway until one does a turn and yelps in shock, landing on the cold bathroom floor.
Jamie starts laughing, grabbing the counter and pulling herself to her feet.
"Do you often behave so illogically?" Spock asks, slight disdain coloring his otherwise monotone voice.
Jamie spits into the sink and wipes her mouth before turning back to Spock. "Do you often behave like you have something shoved up your,"
"What's going on in here?" Jim asks, walking in in nothing but his boxers.
"Captain I,"
"I forgot to lock the doors and Spock frightened me that's all," Jamie said, smiling sweetly.
"Well come to bed okay?" Jim tugs on her arm lightly.
"Yeah, yeah; I'm coming. Hold your horses," She says and Jim leaves.
Jamie notices the slightest green color to the tips of Spock's ears and the lightest green dusting on his face. He was blushing? Was it the dialogue that had just transpired or something else? Jim's ass did look mouth-wateringly sexy in his underwear she had to admit.
"There are no horses that I am aware of aboard this starship, nor can I ascertain for what purpose the Captain would hold them for," Spock said.
The thought that Spock might find Jim sexy caused a sly grin to spread across her face; she was completely ignoring his earlier comment.
"Goodnight Spock," she exited the bathroom without waiting for a response, still grinning like a Cheshire-cat over her own musings.
"Why do you have that look on your face?" Jim asked warily as Jamie crawled into bed.
"Just thinking of your sexy ass," she purred. Jim huffed happily. "And a certain pointy-eared officer being turned on by your sexy ass."
"What?"
"Nothing; goodnight," Jamie cuddled into Jim's chest and promptly fell asleep.
The alarm went off, signaling that it was time for Jim to wake up so that he could be ready for Alpha shift. "Computer, turn alarm off," Jim said, rolling over into his pillow. He reached out for Jamie but didn't feel her. He sat up and looked around; Jamie was not in the bedroom at all. Huh, she must have woken up early.
Jim pulled black pants, a black undershirt, and a gold shirt out of his closet. He ran his hands over the gold command shirt, caressing the fabric. He was still in awe that he was actually Captain of this amazingly beautiful ship.
He dressed and walked into the living area of his quarters. Jamie wasn't here either. Maybe she was already down in the mess hall for breakfast?
Nothing could have prepared Jim for the horror that awaited him in the mess hall. Really, he should have seen it coming since Jamie practically was him, but he was almost as unpredictable to himself at times as he was to others. Jim really should have taken into account that Jamie was still in the academy; hence she still behaved the way he would if he were still only a cadet and didn't have the responsibilities of a Starfleet Captain.
She sat in the midst of practically the entire bridge crew, (Uhura, Chekov, Sulu, plus Scotty), arms gesturing widely as she recounted some story that had everyone at the table absolutely riveted on her.
"And that's when this huge red monster thing crashed in out of nowhere; BAM! And Jim took one look at the thing and he was running like his ass was on fire, I swear to you! So this monster completely ignores the ugly wolf bitch of doom and takes off after him, and this monster is bigger than a fucking elephant. So Jim's running and as his luck would have it the next thing he knows he's tumbling down this huge ice and snow hill and the red monster thing, I have no idea what to call that thing it was so fucked up, well the thing falls right behind him, and ice chunks are being broken off and coming right down with them. When Jim hits the bottom he turns and sees this thing is still coming after him and he starts running across some pretty thick ice and he makes it to a cave, but the monster bursts in right behind him and snags his leg with its nasty tongue and starts dragging him into its huge mouth. Seriously, this thing opened its maw and it had probably a thousand teeth and it looked ready just to clamp down on Jim and suck him right down its throat. So Jim's thrashing and the monster is pulling him closer and closer," as Jamie says this she starts leaning in closer and closer to Chekov, practically whispering as she says, "and cloooooooser. And then," she's right next to Chekov's ear now, and the kid is sitting rigid yet attentive, staring straight ahead as she continues her story, "BAM!" Jamie grabs Chekov, who jumps as everyone at the table laughs at the cuteness that is the Russian Whiz Kid.
"And zen?" Chekov prods when Jamie sits back in her chair and makes it seem as if the story is over.
"And then the monster doesn't eat him, obviously. The end," Jamie smiles smugly as the table erupts in shouts of protest at the story's abrupt and unsatisfactory end.
"Were all the sound effects necessary?" Jim asks as he finally approaches the table.
"Oh yes, absolutely," Jamie smirks. "I could have told the one about you and those three Orions…" Jamie trails off teasingly.
"And if you did that then I wouldn't be able to deprive my crew of the story of what you did to Pike," Jim threatened.
"What did you do to Admiral Pike?" Sulu asked eagerly.
"I sleep walk, it's not my fault," Jamie pouted.
"You slept walked all the way across campus to Admiral Pike's quarters, while he was actually there, and you managed to hack the code to get into his room all while asleep? I'm you and even I don't believe it," Jim says.
Everyone immediately became interested in that story, of course. No one ever noticed a certain pointy-eared first officer sitting alone at a table nearby, having heard the entire conversation due to his excellent hearing, get up and leave at this point, making his way to the bridge to start his shift early as was usual for him. And if no one noticed that then no one could have noticed that he clenched his jaw ever so slightly, or carried himself just a tiny bit more formally and stiffly, signs that would indicate to anyone who knew Spock well enough that something had upset him. But of course no one would know what that something was since no one had noticed in the first place. Oh well.