A/N: Several things to start us out. While I can edit the crap out of other people's work, I have problems with my own. For whatever reason, when I read it read what I mean which is not always what is there. I am having problems finding a beta for this. So, if you read and think I could beta that, then please send me a PM. I will get back to you within a week.
Also, I have this idea knocking around my head. It will explain itself in the story as it goes along. However, if you find yourself with a comment or question, do not hesitate to comment or send me a PM. I will answer all questions to the best of my ability. If the answer is something that needs a spoiler alert, I will just tell you that. Constructive criticism is welcome, but no bitching for bitching sake. All comments will be responded to. Again, this is not beta approved. Should that change I will re-upload chapters as they are edited.
Lastly, I grew up with Star Trek in all its TV and movie forms. I am new, however to Star Trek fanfic and published works. Just keep that in mind please. This is my first foray into this fandom, but I doubt it will be my last. I do have several other fanfics going either on paper or posting. This will be updated sporadically, so consider yourself warned about long waits.
Wow, longest A/N for me ever. Anyway, enjoy!
I do not own Star Trek, I just play with the characters.
Jimmy stares at his dad's classic car. Well, it was his real dad's car. Frank doesn't deserve it. He just wants to sell it anyway. Jimmy wants to keep that from happening.
"So, what's the plan, kid?" a voice says, interrupting his thoughts.
Jimmy jumps and looks next to him. In the space that had been empty just seconds before, there is a girl with purple and teal streaks in her hair and wearing the coolest leather jacket he has ever seen. She looks at him and quirks an eyebrow.
"Uh…take it? I guess? Who are you?" Jimmy is not afraid of her. In fact, he feels safer around her than anyone else.
"Name's Siddah. You're Jimmy Kirk. We're going to be spending a lot of time together, I can feel it." She sticks out her hand to shake his.
They turn back to look at the car. Siddah doesn't offer the boy any ideas. Jimmy's head is spinning with possibilities. There is yelling from the main house. The kid darts into the driver's seat and slams the door.
"Let's get this show on the road," Siddah comments as she pulls on fingerless leather gloves.
The joyride is both short and eventful. Frank calls and Jimmy hangs up on him. The radio blares. The top gets lost when he tries to open it while in motion. There is a bit of a police chase. Then there is the cliff they are approaching at breakneck speed. The kid's not stopping. At least this way Frank can never have the car.
"Jump out of the car!"Siddah shouts over the rushing air. She may help give him a boost with a push.
While talking to the police, Jimmy notices that the officer cannot see or hear Siddah. Weird. Instinctively he pretends she is not there too. He's in enough trouble as it is.
"You did good, kid," Siddah says after Jimmy has been locked in his room.
"No one else can see you, can they?" he whispers.
"Nope. They can't hear me either," she answers.
"Does that mean you are my imaginary friend?" He crawls into her lap and hands her a book.
"I'm just the dominant vice in your chorus. The others will come along as time goes by. Everyone has a chorus. It's just that most people stop believing that they are there and the chorus fades into silence. Not everyone forgets though. That is where the Greek Chorus comes from. The playwrights did not let theirs fade, instead they were inspired by them." Siddah wraps Jimmy in a hug.
"I'll always believe in you," he fervently promises.
"Back atcha, darlin'." She kisses his hair and then opens the book.
Siddah reads until Jimmy falls asleep in her arms. He's had a rough life. She has no illusions that she will be around for more than a few years. Jimmy will find his own way. Once he forgets her, she will be no more. But right now, he needs her. So, she holds him through the night. He snuggles closer every so often, like he's afraid she will vanish while he sleeps.
Years Pass
"Heya, Kitten," Siddah greets the battered Jim Kirk.
"Heya, yourself. Why do you still call me that?" he replies.
"Do you really want me to stop?" She smiles sweetly back at him.
"No, of course not." Even though he sounds like he is pandering to her, Jim is not willing to go without the endearment. He loves it, if he is being honest with himself.
"Aren't you tired of getting into bar fights? With your history, it's so expected. You are practically a cliché," Siddah comments as she retrieves the first aid kit.
"Where is everyone?" Jim looks around.
He has long since stopped trying to make sense of what a member of a chorus can and cannot do. They can't fight with him in a bar, but they can patch him up. He doesn't need it to make sense.
"Oh, you know. They like to go out sometimes. Now, hold still," she orders. The stinging makes him flinch anyway.
I met a Captain Pike tonight. He broke up the fight." Jim is trying to distract himself from Siddah's torture techniques with cleaning him up.
"Fighting cadets again? I bet you picked the prettiest girl in a cadet uniform and hit on her. Did Captain McAwesome go with you?" Siddah shakes her head at him.
"No, I was alone this time. I did hit on the prettiest cadet there. Some beefy guys with hopes for futures in security work felt that they had something to prove. It's nothing new. That's not the point. Pike knew who I was. He even wrote a dissertation on the Kelvin," Jim almost whispers.
"Kitten, you know that you cannot hide from your father's memory. He was a great man that you are secretly proud to call father. You won't grow into the man that I know you can be by sulking in his shadow. What did Pike say that makes you so pensive?" Siddah finishes applying bandages and sits down across the corner of the table.
"He dared me to do better than my dad," Jim explains.
"Then he knows how brilliant you are. But the question is, what are you going to do about it?" She patiently waits for him to think his answer through.
"I think I'm going to join Star Fleet," Jim responds after a bit.
"It's about time." Siddah rolls her eyes.
They sit in silence for a while. Siddah carefully watches him. Jim loses himself in his thoughts. Eventually, he nods and gets ready for bed. Curiosity about the dissertation is a constant buzz in the back of his mind.
"Siddah?" Jim calls.
"Yeah, Kitten?" She sits on the foot of his bed.
"You guys are coming with me, right?" Suddenly he is insecure and needs to hear the answer.
"Darlin', the only way to get rid of us is to forget us." She chuckles.
"This is going to be interesting." Jim sighs.
"If by interesting you mean entertaining. Then yes, it will be very interesting." Siddah smirks.
"For you guys. I'm going to have to pretend that you aren't there at all." He sighs.
"Sweet dreams, Kitten." There's a ghost of a kiss on his forehead.
Jim does not have to open his eyes to know that she vanished. She does the same thing every night. The routine was set early on in their friendship and she never wavers from it. The consistency calms him. It centers him in a way that he will never have to miss, not if he can do anything about it. Each member of his chorus brings something into his life. In fact, he is pretty sure that they are the reason he beats the odds so often. Briefly, Jim wonders who will make an appearance on his actual trip to the Academy. He falls into a surprisingly peaceful slumber.
A/N: I already have a few members of his chorus in my head. There will be many, but only a handful that show up regularly. Thanks for reading! Review if you please!
