Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Star Trek but the OC, Amar Kirk.

Paring: John Harrison/Khan/Amar Kirk

~o~

"Our sensors haven't made sense of the anomaly?" Captian Robau asked his officer.

"No sir, it looked like a lightning storm in the middle of space." Officer Pitts replied.

"How far are we from the Klingon Neutral Zone?"

"150,000 kilometers, but the vessel is not Klingon, Sir, its registry doesn't match any recorded profile." The door parted as they enter the Bridge of the ship, there was a flurry of activity as a massive ship that they were approaching appeared before them. Robau moves to the center of the room.

"Report." He turns to the ship's First Officer.

"Sir, new contact bearing zero-three-four." He said.

"Are they transmitting on any frequency?" Robau asked.

"Negative, Captain. All communications appear to be shut down."

"Hail the ship. What's the closest match on the registry?"

"Nothing even close, Sir." Robau moves to Pitts.

"Any response?"

"No, Sir. Hails met with silence." Pitts told him.

"Maybe they're incapable, any identifiable damage?"

"Negative, Sir but our readings seem confused."

"Confused?" Robau questioned.

"Not only is the ship unregistered, but even its construction materials seem unrecognizable." Robau sits in the captain's chair, his eyes on the ship as they approach.

"Oh, my God." He says to himself, boggled, "A lightning storm . . . then this . . ." he turns to the deck, "Signal all departments: first contact protocols. Looks like we have someone new on the block. All stop." In total silence, the Kelvin appears as a dot, coming to a stop in front of the gigantic black claw. The crew memebers are glued to their telemetry, working consoles.

"Sir, should we initiate an invasive scan?" the First Officer asked.

"That could be seen as an act of provocation, all readings passive." Suddenly there's a warning beep.

"Sir, I have a reading. They've locked weapons on us!" Officer Pitts exclaimed.

"Red alert! Arm weapons!" Robau ordered. Alarms start to blare, lights go red as the Narada fires a torpedo. It heads for the Kelvin before it separates and fractures into a multi-hit projectile. Officers scramble trying to brace for impact.

"Torpedo locked on us at 320 degrees, mark two, and incoming fast!"

"Evasive pattern Delta-5!" a direct hits, smashing several decks along the dish of the ship. Captain Robau helps a fallen crew member up from the floor, then, turns to his chair com. "Damage report!"

"Our shields did nothing, Sir! Never seen anything like it! Weapons off-line! Main power at 38 percent!" as the crew regains their footing, the First Officer pulls himself to his console, true fear in his eyes as he places an inter-ship call, it's ringing, his fear grows with every passing ring.

~o~

A woman answers her communicator as she lies on an exam table, afraid and pregnant.

"What was that? What's happening?!"

"You're okay. Thank God. Where are you?" the First Officer said in relief that she was still alive.

"Medical bay. I had a few close contractions. I'm fine, what was that?" she asked again.

"Just sit tight. Stay there, we'll be fine." He told his wife.

~o~

It's chaos on the Bridge.

"Life support failing on decks seven through thirteen! We have confirmed casualties, Sir!"

"This is the U.S.S. Kelvin, attempting to reach Starfleet command on subspace! Repeat, U.S.S. Kelvin, under attack by unknown aggressor!"

"Shields at eleven percent and dropping! Ten percent – we're at nine! Eight percent! Seven! We're dropping here! Six!"

"Were our shields even up? That was like nothing I've ever seen, this ship cannot take another hit like that!"

"All remaining power to forward shields! Prepare the shuttles f–" Captain Robau stops. They all do. A face is now on their screen.

"My commander requests the presence of your captain in order to negotiate a cease-fire. You will come aboard our ship via shuttlecraft. Your refusal would be unwise." The screen goes dead. Everyone turns their eyes on Robau.

"Walk with me." He said to his First Officer. He follows Robau off the Bridge. They walk briskly to the shuttle holder. "If I don't report within fifteen minutes, execute general order 13."

"Sir, we could issue a mayday call to –"

"There is no help for us out here. If we're going down, we're taking them with us. You save as many as you can." Robau said frightened, but firm.

". . . aye, Captain." The First Officer agreed reluctantly. Robau heads into a waiting turbolift and turns. They locked eyes knowing what this means.

"You're Captain now. Mr. Kirk." And Robau's gone. All eyes are on Kirk as he enters and moves to the captain's chair and sits. Speaking his first words as Captain.

"Lieutenant Pitts. Transfer Robau's vital signs to the main view screen."

"Yes, sir." In a moment, Robau's vital signs appear on various monitors – his heart rate, oxygen levels, and blood pressure, all of it. A low-pitch beep of his heartbeat is heard.

"Vitals on line."

"Thank you." George thanked slightly awkward. Robau's heartbeat quickens, the tension they all feel.

"His heart rate's elevated."

"He's scared."

"No, he's brave. That's what he is." George told them. Everyone is motionless and silent. Only Robau's vital signs can be heard, beeping away. George's eyes glued ahead. Suddenly Robau's vitals go dead. There is a screaming alarm being sounded.

"They're launching again!" Pitts yelled.

"Evasive! Evasive! Delta-Five maneuver! Fire full-spread!" George order. The Kelvin banks as it fires wildly, another torpedo blasting from the Narada. It separates, some miss and others hit. Debris fly through the ceiling, slamming into a Bridge support beam. Green coolant spews from under the floor grating. "I'm initiating General Order 13! Set self-destruct for maximum matter-antimatter yield! Two minute countdown!"

"Yes sir!" Pitts said.

"I want auto-pilot targeted for their fuel cells!"

"Sir, unable to locate the ship's power source!"

"Then just target the damn thing dead center!" George demanded.

"We got bigger problems. The first hit destroyed auto-pilot! The only way we're gonna ram that ship is to fly manual control!" they all look to George, who looked more honorable then terrified at the moment.

"Then I'll do it myself. Get to the shuttles, now!" no one moves. "That's an order! Go!" with agony clear on their faces, they reluctantly hurry off. George takes the Captain's chair and hits the comlink. "All decks, this is the Captain speaking. Evacuate the ship immediately, get to your designated shuttle crafts."

~o~

Medical officers were transferring Winona, who has gone into labor, into a wheelchair.

"Repeat: evacuate ship and get to designated shuttles now!"

"That's George's voice, what's happening?" Winona asked the Doctor and Nurse.

"We're packing it up. You'll deliver in the shuttle!" the Nurse told her as they moved to the shuttle. Winona communicator sounds off and she answers it.

"George!"

~o~

Alone now on the bridge, piloting the Kelvin by himself, George talks to Winona from the Captain's chair.

"I have medical shuttle 37 standing by, get to it now. Can you do that?" he asked his wife.

"Yes, where are you?" George hesitates, his eyes glued to the screen as he pilots.

"I'm on my way." he told her.

"Good, and George, their coming. Our babies, their coming now." Winona told him. George's heart shatters as he out-maneuvers the incoming torpedoes, piloting the ship to its doom. He forces his optimism.

"I'll see you in a minute, sweetheart." He disconnects. He turns the ship and fires.

~o~

Crew members scramble to their shuttles as the ship trembles. Winona is being pushed through the madness. The Med-Team arrives with Winona in the wheelchair as a huge contraction hits her.

"Agh! That was – that was a big one!" they put her onto the shuttle bed.

"Just keep breathing, Honey, you're gonna be just fine." The Nurse soothed to her.

"The babies, too, right?" Winona asked through the pain.

"The babies too."

~o~

As George pilots, he checks the monitors – one reading the countdown to Self-Destruct (180 seconds, 179 seconds, 179 seconds . . .) and another reads Impact Proximity (36,054 meters, 36,042, 36,018 . . .). Another screen shows the stats of departing shuttles but shuttle 37 remains docked. The Narada was growing larger in the view screen, he hits the comlink.

"Captain to shuttle 37, is my wife on board?"

~o~

The pilot was reading the controls waiting for George to come.

"Yes sir, she is."

"I need you to go now, d'you hear me?"

"We're waiting for you, Sir." The pilots stated.

"No. Go, take off, immediately."

". . . Yes sir!" the pilot works the controls and Winona, in the back, feels the shuttle shudder.

"Wait! We can't go, my husband isn't here yet! Please! STOP!" she winced in pain as another contraction hits.

"You'll need to push now. Are you ready?" the nurse asked. The clamps holding the shuttle slam back and the med-shuttle drops hard. The Fusion Impulse engines ignite and the shuttles moves.

~o~

George hits the comlink and Winona's voice is heard.

"The shuttle's leaving. Where are you?" she asked as George evades enemy fire, heading for the massive alien ship.

"My love? Listen carefully, okay?" he asked her, trying to be strong.

~o~

Winona was holding her communicator.

"We're about to have these babies." She said teary.

"Sweetheart . . . I'm not going to be able to be there." She just stares, realizing what's happening; that he's been made Captain and that there was an evacuation. She just knows, tears come to her eyes.

"No, no, no, wait." She choked out.

"I want you to hear me. Please."

"Are you still on the ship? No, no, you need to be here."

"There's no other way, my love. You know all I want; all I want in the world is to be with you."

"George, I can't do this without you." She starts crying, "Please, don't d-!" she winced in pain again.

"Okay, you need to push." The doctor told her. She does. Winona gives birth to the first baby after a few pushes and soon the second one. The babies start crying bring tears to the father they will never get to know.

"Hey! Hey, so what are they?" he asked.

"A boy and girl." Winona whimpered.

"Both? Yeah? Who came . . . who came first?" Winona was handed her beautiful twins. She starts crying just looking at them. "Tell . . . tell me about them, please?"

"They're – they're beautiful. The boy came first and he looks just like you. The girl she looks like me with your eyes." She hears George's heartsick laugh. "George, you should be here."

"I know . . . So what should we call them, huh?" he asked.

"We could name the boy after your father and the girl after your many great-grandmother liked we planned for her."

"Tiberius? Are you kidding me? No, that's the worst, we'll name him after your dad. Let's call him Jim. Yeah, let's call her Amar."

". . . Jim . . . Amar. Jim and Amar it is." She agreed.

"Sweetheart? Sweetheart? I love you. Can you hear me?" he pleaded.

"Yes, yes, I can hear you."

"I love you. I love y-" his voice is cut off. George's voice goes static, confusion washes over her as it's suddenly lit by a bright glow. She looks over, with wet devastated eyes when she sees a massive explosion being quickly sucked away by the vacuum of space. She starts sobbing as she holds her newborns who just lost their father. Their lives altered forever. . .