Ah, in my personal opinion there are all too few femkirkxspock stories. And my reason for Uhura bashing. Simply because i hate her 'cuz she chose spock over Jim which in my world is utterly uncomprehensible. This of course leads to the question why did I make kirk the girl instead of spock if I am so inlove with him and a heterosexual girl. I just think that kirk makes a better girl. That's it. anyways read on.

The spaceship was about to blow up. George Kirk had long ago resigned himself to his fate and was currently spending the last precious moments of his life talking to his beloved wife. It was ironic how the last breaths he took before his impending death were going to be the first breaths of his child's life.

"Oh George, it's a girl! What shall we name her?" His wife's voice sounded distant over the radio that would their last connection to each other. "How about we name her after your mother?"

"Jinevra? Don't be ridiculous Winona, that's a horrible name for a child. Let's call her Ty after your mother."

"Okay that sounds nice."

George looked at the oncoming ship. He didn't have much time left. "Winona?"

"Yes, George?"

"I love you." And then he was drowned out by the sound of explosions.

"What! Noooooooooo!" The woman screamed helplessly as the connection cut short. She soon erupted into sobs that were heard amongst the nurses bustling back and forth, and the baby girl which had started to cry.

This was Tyra J. Kirk's first minutes in this universe.

A child is driving a classic antique car down a dusty road in the middle nowhere. The wind plays with her tangled mess dirty blond which suits her devil-may-care attitude perfectly as she exceeds the speed.

The useless piece of trash that was dating her mother phones attempts to make her see reason but she just shuts him off. Uggh, the only thing that was good about him was his car. She was embarrassed by how weak her mother must be to even humour him with a date let alone a serious relationship. Not like it would last any longer than all the other ones. He was halfway out the door already. Which was why she had decided to take his car sooner rather than later. Hell, if he was going to be gone anyways, why not indulge herself?

Undoing the clasps on the sunroof, she laughs as it goes flying off into the countryside.

Then she recognizes a girl up ahead, dressed in spotless, wrinkle free clothing that looks like it just walked out the latest fashion magazine. A scowl stretches across Ty's face which is only to be replaced by a smirk as she realizes that the expression on the other girl's face is one of complete and utter envy. Grinning, she yells at the girl, "Hey Joanna!" and watches as her face twists, reflecting her bitter jealousy. Ty speeds up, leaving Joanna in the dust.

The out of nowhere, one of those bloody robots that lay in ambush for speeding cars appeared, levitating a few feet off of the ground alongside the car. Ty presses the gas pedal to the floor, shooting ahead. But then the robots back, matching her speed.

Cursing darkly to herself, she grabs the first country lane that veers off of the road she's currently on and smirks as she loses the robot on the winding turns. And then it's back again.

"God, does this thing ever die?" she mutters to herself.

In attempt to shake it off, she drives through a fence only to be met by the edge of a cliff.

She slams on the brakes and rapidly spins the steering wheel to the left. But it's too late. As the car tips over the edge, she throws herself out of the car, a feat that would amaze even professional stunt men.

Reaching out, she barely manages to grab onto the cliff as the car falls into the car. Unafraid, she drags herself back up onto solid ground. And there she stands, facing the police robot, devoid of any regrets of past events or anxiety for the future, as the robot asks her what her name is.

And completely fearless, she answers: "Kirk. Tyra Jinevra Kirk."

At a bar, a few miles from here, a now completely legally of age Ty sits sipping her drink. A preppy girl, showing as much cleavage as a strip dancer (gotta love the latest spacesuits), saunters up to the bar and begins to order a round for her and her friends in an extremely bitchy tone.

"So I would like um three planetary blasters, and uh a super galletorian which btw is like not for me. Like I would actually have that many calories, which is what I like keep telling my bff but she's always like omg never listens to me."

"I wonder why," Ty snorts under her breath.

Apparently not quiet enough.

Two of little miss bitch queen's brainless oafs were approaching the bar, probably to collect their alcoholic products, and her majesty starts to whine, "This little twerp thinks that she can actually like laugh at me, boys tell her she's wrong."

The dunderhead on the left starts to pound his fist into his hand and his face splits into a nasty grin. "Insult Uhura and you get creamed."

"Wow, your extreme prowess with words impresses me. Are you sure you can do this all by your little itty bitty selves?" Ty mocks them.

After a brief flicker of confusion, the nasty grin grows wider. "No, not all by self. With friends."

And with that, a group of equally muscular goons loom from behind him.

Ty doesn't even flinch as she brings her fist to connect with the first thug's head.

Unfortunately for her and everyone else in the general area, Tyra J. Kirk has absolutely no sense of self preservation.

A while later, Ty finds herself severely bruised with a broken nose and a broken wrist, being helped up by a middle aged man.

"God Ty, how much did you drink to start acting so suicidal?"

"Half a shot."

"You've been this reckless since the day you were born, doing insane things like driving cars off cliffs and now starting bar fights for no particular reason."

"There were others in much worse condition than me." She smirked and then groaned in pain as the old man grabbed her wrist, the broken one.

"Yes Ty, but there were fifteen of them and one of you!"

"S'better that way. They trip over themselves and attack their own friends."

"Ty..." The man sighed in exasperation. "You know I've always seen you as my own daughter, and as your unofficial adoptive father I think you should get out of here and explore the universe. You're growing too big for this town, I know your real father wouldn't want you stuck here forever either."

Tyra Kirk was silent; because the truth was that the same thoughts had been going through her mind lately.

"There's an opening at Starfleet, the shuttle leaves tomorrow."

"Chris, and go to school with them?" She refers darkly to the earlier entertainment of the evening.

"Your dad would have loved for you to follow in his footsteps."

"Yes, but..."

"Ty, just think about it."

Tyra J. Kirk thought about it.

The next day, Ty was on the shuttle wondering what the hell she was doing on the shuttle.

"Hey, there's a free seat over here sweetheart." A voice called to her.

At Ty's suspicious look, he laughed and said, "Sorry, I don't swing that way sweetie though you would be first on my list if I did."

Ty sat down with a resigned air.

The man beside her held out a hand. "Leonard McCoy but people call me Bones."

She gripped his hand. "Ty Kirk."

"Not a bad handshake for a girl."

"Not a bad handshake for a gay sexist."

"Touché."

The shuttle began to move. Turning to the window, Bones's face turned green and he muttered, "I think I'm going to throw up."

Lovely thought Ty, she was regretting her decision to join Starfleet already.