This is the first chapter of a new story I thought of and this is the first time I have posted anything on this site. I hope you like it and please review so I can know to or not to do. Also I own nothing from Star Trek I only own Amelia and minor characters I make up to fit the plot line.

Thank you. :)

~Chapter 1 ~

Iowa. The state I had been wandering around in for the last three weeks. I could honestly say that I would have preferred to be in New York to this place, but this is where I was. The only place left I could go without being found by the people I had been running from. At the moment I was standing outside of a bar debating whether or not it would be worth it to go in.

"Screw it." I said to myself pulling my hair out of my ponytail and walking in.

I crossed the room quickly to get to the bar and looked at what they had behind the counter before a bartender came up to me.

"What can I do you for?" He said giving me a crooked grin.

"Jack, on the rocks." I said before flashing him a dazzling smile.

"Coming right up." He said then turned away to get my drink.

Not even a minute later I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder and try to turn me to face them. However they probably weren't expecting a fist in their face when it happened. That was what they got though and went down like a sack of potatoes. I looked at the guy and frowned. He didn't look like one of Adrien's goons just a regular joe who has had one too many woe's in his lifetime. I sighed then knelled down next to him. I gently moved his hand from his face as he moaned about how he thought I was someone else.

"Come on, hun. Let's get you up, and a drink you sure could use it." I said then grabbed his hand helping him up and making him sit in the seat I had been about to take moments before.

"So why do you hit me?" He asked all serious and angry.

"Just like you said. I thought you were someone else." I said. "Bartender can I get a wash cloth don't worry I'll pay for the replacement."

The bartender threw me a wash cloth and another put a cup of water on the bar next to me.

"Lift your head." I instructed not leaving him much room to fight.

He did so and looked at me as I cleaned up the blood from his face.

"So, why are you helping me since you are the one that did it?" He asked in a grumpy tone.

"It wasn't really intended for you. I knew some bad people when I was younger, now they have decided to get to know me again." I said believing that he deserved a small explanation for what had occurred. "I'm Gaulterro, Amelia Rose Gaulterro, by the way."

"McCoy. Leonard McCoy." He said.

"What brings you to Iowa?" I asked making light conversation.

"Divorce. Wife took nearly to whole damn planet in it. The last place I could come." He said.

"Why not join Starfleet? I mean if she took the planet, why not get on a starship and go to another one." I suggested.

"I have aviophobia." He said.

"So you are afraid of dying in something that flies?" I asked him.

"Yes how did you know?" He asked. "Most people look at me like I lost it when I say that."

"Between you and me. I am a doctor. I know I don't look the type but that is one of the reasons why I did. Everyone kept telling me I couldn't." I said then after cleaning the rest of the blood off of him checked his nose out. "Well it isn't broken."

"I knew that." He said. Moving his head back to a normal position.

"I'm happy I didn't break it. I would have ruined your rugged handsome looks." I said smiling. "Get him what ever he wants it's on me."

"Why?" He asked.

"Because I'm sorry. Night, Mr. McCoy." I said then grabbed my Jack and walked off to the other side of the bar.

I know it may sound creepy but I watched him for the rest of the night. That was until he left and I continued to slowly drink and watch the people come in and out of the bar. Until a man walked in well more of a boy actually. Blonde hair, blue eyes and a leather jacket. A real mans' man they would call him, because he looked like he could get any girl he wanted into bed with him. Any girl that is except for me. The only reason being because he was, James T. Kirk and I had been four or five when his father died. I watched as the fight between him and some Starfleet Cadets break out, then decided to step in when I believed he had enough. The guy 'Cupcake' was beating him into oblivion when I decided to stand up and walk over.

"Cupcake." I shouted and he turned to me."Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"

He just looked at me like an idiot for a moment. Then I clocked him in the nose knocking him out cold then went for the Cadets holding Kirk down. They got in quite a few good licks but nothing I couldn't handle. Then there was a really loud whistle from the entrance to the bar and a cadet give me one last swift kick in the abdomen before standing at attention in front of his commanding officer. I managed to get up and get over to Kirk before the other guy and tried to help him up.

"You whistle really loud you know that." He told the guy before his head fell back.

I tried to get him up but my body was rejecting his weight so I couldn't even make him budge. I saw the guy who whistled and rolled my eyes. A Starfleet Captain, he was no doubt going to give Kirk the speech about his father and about him being a genius level repeat offender. So I decided that Kirk would be in good hands, so as the cadets left I tried to leave as well. However It seemed like the Captain had other plans for me.

"Gaulterro." He called after me. I stopped in my tracks.

"Damn it." I muttered to myself then turned to look at him. "Yes."

"Come help me with Kirk. Then I want to talk to you." He said.

I walked over and with his help we got Kirk to sit in a seat and lay his head on the table in front of him. I cleaned up the blood that was dripping down from his nose down his lips to his chin. I examined his nose to be sure it wasn't broken and lifted up his shirt to be sure that they hadn't ruptured anything in his abdomen. When I was done I sat down and inspected myself. Just a few bruises here and there but nothing too bad which I was happy about. I hear the Starfleet Captain take the seat across from me. I looked up at him and he looked sternly at me.

"So Amelia Rose Gaulterro, doctorates in xenobiology, microbiology and you are a medical doctor. So can you explain to me as to why you are in Iowa and not enlisted in Starfleet Academy?" He asked.

"Because I like having a life." I said.

"Running away from things doesn't seem like any real life if you ask me." He said.

"Well I didn't, sir." I said.

"You got all of these degrees by the time you were 20 am I correct?" He asked.

"Yes." I answered simply.

"And for the last five years you have been running from something or someone. But there is a two year gap where you stayed in England. What happened there that got you running?" He asked.

"I met some bad people and now they want my head on a pike." I said.

"And you don't think that maybe the stars are the place to flee to." He said.

"It has crossed my mind a few times but I don't think even Starfleet with be able to keep my location underwraps for that long." I said.

"What if they could? Just long enough for you to get on a ship on a long mission or completely erase you and give you a chance at a normal life." He said.

"Starfleet can't erase me the way I need to be erased." I said.

"And how is that exactly?" He asked.

"I would need to die in order for them to stop looking for me."

"Maybe but Starfleet will be able to fend them off until we can get a better plan together." He said.

I sat there thinking about it for a bit. In all reality he was right. I couldn't run forever but if Starfleet could work as my cover for long enough I would have worlds between me and the people looking for me. If I managed to just stay with in the academy for just as long a necessary then it could work. I could get off this planet to get away from them and then I wouldn't have to worry, ever. I looked into the Captain eyes and I could tell his offer was genuine.

"What if I had a friend who could do with some getting away. Would he be welcome as well?" I asked.

"Who is this man?" He asked.

"Like I said a friend. He's a doctor." I said.

"Do you believe in him?" I thought for a moment thinking back to when I was cleaning up his nose and nodded. "Then yes."

"Then yes, I will enlist. Who are you anyway?"

"Captain Christopher Pike." He said.

"Oh. I've read your dissertation on the U.S.S Kelvin. The ship Kirk's father commanded for three minutes." I said.

"How did you get access to that?" He asked surprised.

"Starfleet has a weak security system when it comes to things like that." I said. "Where do I need to go, and when?"

"Riverside Shipyard, 0800." He said.

"Got it. See you tomorrow Captain." I said then left the bar.

I walked over to my bike and got on.

"Look up Leonard McCoy." I said out loud and my bike computer got to work.

"Leonard McCoy, Doctor. Recently divorced from Joanna McCoy. Has aviophobia. Son of David McCoy-" It started.

"Just tell me where he is." I shouted.

"He is in residence, eight kilometers from here." It said.

"Thank you."

I drove as it continued to give me directions. I stopped in front of a crummy motel in the middle of no where. I got off my bike and went to the front office. I was acknowledge by a grumpy looking man behind the desk.

"I am looking for someone." I said. "His name is Leonard McCoy."

"Never heard of him." He said too quickly.

"I'll give you three hundred dollars to give me his room number." I said. Pulling the money out of my pocket. He didn't budge. I pulled out seven more hundred dollar bills. "Alright how about a thousand."

"Room 6." He said.

"Good boy." I said then handed him the money.

I walked out of the office and started walking toward to room. After a minute I stood in front of the door and knock on it a couple of times. After waiting I was surprised when the door opened suddenly to reveal a tired and grumpy Leonard.

"What do you want?" He asked harshly.

"To talk. I got you a way out of here." I said.

He stood silent for a minute then opened the door wider and stepped to the side. I quietly walked into the room. I was surprised to find that it was completely neat instead of the disaster I was thinking it would look like. I just stood as he closed the door then turned and sat at the foot of his bed. I decided to sit on the floor across from him and waited for him to speak first.

"So what is it you had in mind?" He asked.

"Remember how I suggested Starfleet?" I asked.

"Yes, but no. Not Starfleet." He said. "I have-"

"Aviophobia. I know trust I do but that is something you are going to have to get over in order to get out of range from your ex-wife." I said.

"What do you know about getting away from a divorce?" He asked.

"I just do, got it. I am trying to help. Even after all of the times I have been burned for trying to help other, I am still going to try. Besides, I'm enlisting as well." I said.

"Why?" He asked. I looked into his eyes.

"You are not the only one running from something." I said simply.

"Who exactly are you running from that has got you this scared?" He asked.

"I'll make you a deal. You enlist in Starfleet with me, and when I am a little more ready I will tell you exactly who or what is after me. How does that sound?" I asked.

"Only if you have a drink with me to seal it." He said standing and walking over to the dresser that had a bottle of Scotch on the top of it.

He poured some into two separate cups and I stood up taking one of the cups from his hand and looking at its contents. Then looked up at him and smiled.

"So we have a deal?" I asked.

"Drink up." He said.

We knocked back the drinks and continued to small talk as we drank the remainder of the large bottle of Scotch.