This idea just kinda entered my head and wouldn't go away no matter how hard I tried. The cuteness of it, well, it's just plain adorable. This story will have some darker themes in it and will touch on Tarsus, abuse (domestic, child, and sexual), alcohol, violence, torture, and kidnapping, Just a warning… But, overall, this is meant to be a sweet little fic about our favorite Enterprise trio plus my little OC. Yup, this is McSpirk. Be prepared for cuteness, grief, family, and all the things in between. And don't worry those of you reading my other fic, this is updated on Saturday, so my Hetalia fic will go on.

Prologue

James Tiberius Kirk straightened his jacket as he waited for his mother to arrive. His mother had asked him to forgo his usual Cadet uniform he had taken to wearing to his once-a-week reconnecting meetings with her in favor of civilian wear at least this one time.

"There's someone special I want you to meet!"

This had all started four months ago when Pike, his sponsor, had begged him to try and meet up with his mother upon starting at the Academy. His mom had retired from Star Fleet shortly after he had left the house to stay with his Step-Father and had tried several times to contact and apologize to him for not being there when he was younger, but when you are running around Iowa taking odd jobs and staying in motels, that's kind of hard to do. When she finally found out her baby boy had followed in his father's footsteps and joined Star Fleet, she had pestered Pike until he pestered Jim about meeting up with her.

The first few times had been awkward, but Jim had found that he was a lot more like his mother than he thought and had even grown to think of her as his actual mother, not just the woman who gave birth to him. The two had finally exchanged phone numbers and talked every few days or so, checking up on each other and the like. It alarmed Jim to see bruises occasionally appear on his mom, and he began noticing the ones she tried to hide. Several times, he asked her why she didn't leave that asshole Frank, when it was clear she was being abused. Scratches, bruises, and once a broken limb all appeared, but every time he asked, she simply smiled sadly and told him he didn't understand.

He waited patiently outside their usual diner, hoping that she would appear soon with whomever it was she wanted him to meet. The sound of her old pickup truck (practically ancient, but she couldn't afford better) met his ears and he got up off the bench to meet her. She rushed out of it ran to hug him. "Aw Jimmy! Look at you, all handsome. I bet you have to shove the girls off with a stick," she said, laughing. This was her usual greeting, but she usually ended up taking pictures of him in his Cadet Reds. Winona Kirk brushed a stray piece of hair out of her son's face before giving the traditional Kirk grin.

It was then he felt a tug on his jeans and looked down to the thing that would change his life. A skinny little girl with mid-length dark blonde, almost light brown, hair pouted up at him, blue eyes almost shining with glee and a dusting of freckles on her cheeks. She rose up her arms, silently demanding to be held. Her light blue T-Shirt and dark blue overalls made her look that much more adorable.

Jim Kirk raised an eyebrow at his mother, who had that shit-eating grin on her face before picking up the small girl, who was kicking out her white sneakers as she went, almost getting his groin. The three went inside and got their usual table.

"And who might you be?" Jim asked the little girl as she colored all over the kid's menu. She grinned (just like his mom too) and said quietly, "My name's Jamie!"

His mother smiled sweetly and petted the little girl's hair. "Tell him how old you are, sweetie."

The girl held out her entire left hand and right thumb. Six… That was about a year after I left. I wonder…

"I know what you're thinking, Jimmy. She's your half-sister."

And then it all made sense. Why his mother had yet to leave Frank, even though it was obvious that he was abusing her; why she wanted to reconnect.

"I'm not asking you to watch out for her, Jimmy. I just thought you should be able to know her. I realized I didn't raise you like a mother should. I left you and your brother to that bastard, but I can't leave her. I can't even divorce him; he has enough influence in Riverside Court that he would get Jamie. I just thought you should know…"

He looked upset. "Was it…?"

Winona glanced to the side at her daughter. "Honey, why don't you go over there and talk to the man at the counter? Then you can pick out a dessert for him to get you after you eat."

Jamie smiled. "Okay!" Then she hopped off her mother's lap and began talking to Ted, the owner.

"Jimmy, you gotta understand. After you left and I retired, Frank began to hurt me. Probably deserved it after all I left you two to-" ("Mom! No you don-")

She shook her head, stopping him from speaking. "I talked to him about divorce, finally. Then… that night he was drunk and... He more or less forced himself on me. I was too scared to fight back and he forgot to use a condom. Or, at least I think he did. Soon after I found out I was pregnant. I tried so much. I didn't want to bring a child into this kind of life! But, every time I went to get an abortion, I thought about how much I missed you and Sam. I was selfish and let her get brought into this world anyway. You can pretty much guess the rest."

Jim nodded sadly, understanding the influence his stepfather had on people. The influence his stepfather had once had on him. A hand reached over and grabbed his, clutching at his like it was a lifeline. She really has gotten a lot frailer over the years…

"You gotta promise me, Jimmy. If anything happens to me, you won't leave her with that man."

He looked at his mother, the hope in her eyes and the worry that accompanied it. The remorse, the grief, the despair, all of it conveyed in one look.

"I promise, mom."