Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek or the Characters. Only own Jasmine Thalia Kirk.
Author's note: This take place during the 2009 movie. If there is a mistake in the story, please tell me, but nicely. And this is a Spock/OC story. Uhura and Spock never dated.
Chapter 1
"Red alert! Red alert!"
"Mommy, what's happening?!" a six year old Jasmine asked.
"Sweetie, we need to go," Winona Kirk panted, about to give birth.
"Where's Daddy?"
"He's coming."
The two of them entered a shuttle with three nurses.
"Is my wife and daughter on board?" George Kirk asked through the communicator.
"Yes they are," a pilot answered.
"I need you to go."
"We're waiting on you."
"No, I need you to go. Take off immediately."
"Yes sir."
"Wait, we can't go yet," Winona panted, "Please stop. George, where are you? The baby is coming."
"You have to go, it's the only way. Put Jas on the comm."
"Daddy? Where are you?" Jasmine asked.
"Sweetie, you have to be a big girl now. I'll not be around anymore."
"But Daddy…"
"Jas, you have to take care of your mommy and little brother or sister."
"But I want you here."
"I can't. I'm sorry."
The shuttle took off when Winona pushed. Then a baby cried..
"What is it?" George asked.
"A boy," Winona said, smiling, "You should be here."
"What will we call him?"
"Your father's name?"
"Tiberius? No, let's name him after your father. Jim."
"Jim, okay," Winona smiled.
"Honey, I love you, Jas, and Jim so much," George said.
"I love you too Daddy!" Jasmine yelled, about to cry.
"I love you all so-"
The U.S. blew up. Winona and Jasmine cried.
Jasmine gasped, waking up from a memory that she wants to forget. She didn't have that dream in a long time.
"Are you alright Jasmine?" Spock asked, having a morning voice.
"Yes Spock, I am fine. Just a dream. Go back to sleep," Jasmine told him.
"Jasmine, if you are troubled about something, then you should tell me. You are being illogical."
"Spock, I am okay. Just a memory that came back. Go back to sleep. And I have to get up anyway. Captain Pike wants me to go with him to get the new cadets."
"Be safe."
Jasmine leaned down and kissed him on the lips, "I will."
Jasmine took a shower, got dressed, and met up with Captain Pike.
"Good morning Captain Pike," Jasmine greeted, putting her hands behind her back.
"Jas…you know you can call me Chris."
"Okay…Chris."
Captain Christopher Pike is like a father to Jasmine. Since he was the one who handpicked her to go to Starfleet, Jasmine looked up to him.
"We're going to Riverside, Iowa," Pike told her.
"Really?" Jasmine gasped.
She hasn't been to Riverside in a long time. The last time she was there was when she left.
"Jim, I'm leaving," a seventeen year old Jasmine Kirk said, "I'm going to Starfleet Academy."
"Why?" an eleven year old Jim Kirk asked.
"I don't want to be here anymore. I want to go to space."
"And you're leaving me?!" Jim cried out.
"I'm sorry, but I will come visit you when I can."
"No! I don't want to see you!" Jim ran back in the house.
"Chris, why are we going into a bar?" Jasmine asked.
"Because you need to rest and the cadets are here," Pike answered.
Jasmine sighed and followed. She saw all of the cadets talking, drinking, and dancing.
"What can I get you two?" the bartender asked.
"Soda," Jasmine answered.
"Beer," Pike answered.
"Coming right up."
"Chris, why did you bring me here?" Jasmine asked.
"Because I know you missed this pace," Pike answered her, while looking around.
After pure silence, they heard a commotion behind them. They saw a young man with four cadets. The man looked drunk. Jasmine felt like she knows him.
"Who is that?" Pike asked the bartender.
"That's James Tiberius Kirk."
Jasmine gasped and looked at him. She saw how the four cadets were beating him.
"I think he had enough," Jasmine said.
Pike agreed. He stood up and let out a loud whistle, "Outside. Now."
The cadets had fear in their eyes and left. Pike and Jasmine looked at Jim, who was on top of a table and was bleeding.
"Are you alright son?" Pike asked.
"You can really whistle really loud," Jim said, still drunk.
Jasmine smiled and shook her head, "It's nice to see you again Jim."
"Jas?" Jim looked at her, "Is that really you?"
"The one and only."
After Jasmine helped Jim clean him up, they sat and talked.
"I couldn't believe it when the bartender told me who you are," Pike said.
"Hello Captain Pike," Jim said.
Pike and Jim began to talk while Jasmine was staring into space. She focused when she heard her name."
"Jas went to school at the age of seventeen. Got a degree in Exoarchaeology in three years. Now she's a teacher and a commander. You can be a officer in four years and own your own ship in eight."
"Are you done?" Jim rudely asked.
Pike sighed, "I'm done. We're leaving tomorrow. Are you coming Jas?"
"I'll stay here with Jim sir," Jasmine answered.
"Alright."
After Pike left, it was silent.
"So, how have you been?" Jasmine asked.
"Peachy," Jim answered.
"Jim-"
"I'm sorry," he blurted out.
"What?" Jasmine asked.
"I'm sorry about what I said to you on the day that you left."
"Apology is accepted. Jim, it's getting late. Let's go home."
"Sure."
The next morning, Jasmine left to meet up with Captain Pike at the Riverside Shore. She left before Jim woke up.
"Where's your brother?" Pike asked.
"I don't think he's coming," Jasmine answered.
But then, she heard someone said, "It's yours."
She saw Jim walking towards them, "Four years? I'll do it in three," then he walked in the shuttle.
"After you," Pike said to Jasmine.
Jasmine walked in on a man yelling at a flight attendant.
"Is there a problem here?" Jasmine asked, in commander mood.
"I have aviaphobia. And I'm sure you don't know what that is darlin'"
"It's the fear of dying in something that flies. And don't call me darlin'. It is Commander Kirk to you," Jasmine walked to a seat next to a beautiful dark skinned girl.
"My name is Jasmine Kirk. What's yours?"
"Uhura," she answered.
"What are you studying?"
"Exolinguistics," Uhura answered.
"The study of alien languages," Jasmine said.
"What about you?"
"I have a degree in Exoarchaeology. The study of alien culture."
"Cool."
Jasmine overheard Jim and the Southern man, who name is Leonard McCoy.
"So who is the little lady?" McCoy asked Jim.
"Jas? That's my older sister," Jim answered.
"You're older sister?"
"Yep," Jim smirked, "But you're not her type."
"First Cadet Kirk, I do not have a type. And second, it is Commander Kirk to you," Jasmine tried to be serious, but she smiled.
"I can't believe you are related to him," Uhura shook her head.
"Aye Commander," Jim smiled
"Me neither."
"The name is McCoy. Leonard McCoy," Leonard introduced himself.
"Kirk. Jasmine Kirk."
"I can see us having a good four years," Jim said.
