Title: Of Bikes and Glasses

Summary: AU James Tiberius Kirk is a rebellious, playboy college student. Spock is a hardworking physics teacher. What happens when their worlds collide?

Pairing: Spork!!!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own!!!! Nothing! Zip! Nada!

Dedicated to SeverusPotterSnape (if she likes it, if not…back to the drawing board!!)

Idea from the lovely Fushi-Chou from deviantArt: http : // fushi-chou . / art / ST - Trade - Bikes - and - Sporks - 137817831

Ok, the beginning will be like the movie, but it's going to be different! I swear.

Of Bikes and Glasses

Chapter 1

I Dare You

He liked going out riding. He spent most of his life away from home, just riding in the wide open country (and getting drunk). Most called him crazy, but it allowed him to think, to be free.

Many, many years ago (ok so it was only twenty-two years), George Kirk was a famous man. He was a well known, well respected cop of Riverside, Iowa. His wife, Winona, was beautifully eight-and-a-half months pregnant with their second son. But he would never see his son's birth. On the evening of March 22, George received word his wife had gone into labor. At the same time, a large explosion lit up the small town.

Later, the events of what happened would be different from each point of view. But in the end, they were the same. George Kirk was a hero. The Riverside Body Shop had exploded when a stray spark ignited a fuel tank. Almost everyone had gotten out, except the head mechanic, Harry and his son, Sam. Although the sirens of the fire truck where close, George knew the building could explode again any minute.

The crowd watched as George ran into the flaming building. It was a tense six minutes before Harry stumbled out, coughing. But there was no Kirk or Sam. When firefighters put out the blaze three hours later, George's body was found curled tightly on top of a barely alive Sam - who would later live.

Ten minutes at the hospital, Winona gave birth to their second son. Although her husband was not by her side - she had heard the explosion and knew her husband was helping - she named their son just what George requested: James Tiberius Kirk. She would later learn of her husband's death from one of the nurses.

James T Kirk had been condemned from the start of his life.

At the age of five, his mother brought home a guy - the first of many Jim would come to realize. When his mom was home, life seemed almost perfect. But when his mom left to work as a flight attendant, his life was a living hell. He, because he was so small and could not work on their farm, was constantly beaten. Most of it was caused by the man being drunk. Sam tried to protect him as much as he could, but his older brother could only do so much. But sometimes, it was enough. His mom brought another man home three weeks later, then another one, then another. His life became a constant repeat.

When he was fifteen, after Winona - he refused to call her 'mom' anymore - had been gone for nearly a month, she brought home another man. He had been dubbed "Bastard 58", but Frank would be the last of the Bastards. He was the worst of them. Jim had never had so many broken bones and bruises in just a week. And his mom did absolutely nothing, being the shell she had become (smoking, drinking, sex). But Jim had learned how to fight. Ever since he had started middle school, Sam had taught him how to fight; to both protect him from the Bastards and from the kids at school. But no matter how much he and Sam fought back: Frank stayed.

When he was sixteen, Sam ran away from home. Although this had not been the first time, Sam never came back. Jim was left alone. When Frank found out, he had beaten Jim so badly he was forced to go to the hospital. Frank had been smart and had a foolproof excuse, which the doctors bought - stupid doctors. It took him nearly two months to heal enough to were he could defend himself from Frank; but, after that, he made sure he was never home.

At the age of sixteen, he became an addict of the things: alcohol, cigarettes, and sex. Which more or less led to where he was now.

Now twenty-two years old, James T Kirk found himself in a seedy bar at the edge of town. He had graduated high school - barely - but was going nowhere. So here he was in a bar, drunk. And by god, he was so drunk it wasn't even funny anymore. He had come here to get away from Frank once again.

The bar was busier than usual, filled with people swarming around each other. Was he the only one alone? No, he wasn't. His eyes found a gorgeous woman sitting only a few feet from him; her ebony hair and dark skin looked delicious in his eyes. She was wearing a Star Fleet Academy uniform, but it hugged her form enough that Jim licked his lips. He smirked: game time.

Sliding through the crowd, he smoothly stood beside her, casually leaning against the bar. He ordered a scotch before turning to her; "Hey darlin', can I buy you a drink?"

"No."

Jim scoffed, "Do you want to at least know my name before you reject me?"

The woman stood a sip of her drink; "I'm fine without it."

"Uh huh," Jim playfully smirked. "It's Jim, Jim Kirk." He paused, hoping to get a name from her, but no luck. He nearly pouted, "If you don't tell me your name, I'm goin' to have to make up one."

The woman sighed and slightly turned to him; "It's Uhura."

Jim smirked and raised his eyebrow, "What? No last name?"

"That is my last name."

Before he could try to get a first name out of her, a large man sauntered up to them and crossed his arms, three of his buddies behind him. "Is this townie bothering you?"

Uhura laughed, "Oh beyond belief, but it's nothing I can't handle."

Jim smirked and slapped the man on the shoulder; "Relax, cupcake." He turned to take another sip of his drink, but the man turned him around.

"Hey! Farm boy! Maybe you cant count. There is four of us and only one of you."

Jim smirked and shot down the rest of his drink; "So get some more guys, and it will be an even fight."

The man growled and swung his fist, smashing it into Jim's jaw. He fought back by slamming his fist into the guy's gut. He was outnumbered, but that wasn't going to stop him. A second ran at him, slamming his elbow into Jim's stomach before slamming his nose onto the floor. He saw the same man about to punch him, but he swung his legs out knocking the burly man on the ground. He could hear the crowd around him chanting 'fight' but he was too focused on not fainting.

A loud whistle echoed through the bar, and it went quiet. He barely registered someone carrying him to a table, but he did register the man who had whistled sitting across from him. With his vision dimming, he smirked at the man.

"You whistle really loud, you know that?" He manages to wink before the blood loss and alcohol makes him fall unconscious.

When he came to, nearly an hour later, someone had stuffed tissue up his nose. But his head hurt along with his ribs. 'Broken nose, maybe a cracked rib. Not too bad for four guys.'

"You know, I couldn't believe it when the bartender told me who you where."

He blinked, his eyes still blurry, but his eyes found the man who had spoke. He was wearing a police uniform; 'Captain C. Pike' emblazoned across a gold badge on his chest.

He took the tissues out of his nose and sniffed. He raised a hand to his nose and brought it back: no blood. "And who do you think I am, Captain Pike?"

"Your father's son."

Jim glared at the man and waved his hand; "Can I get another drink?"

Captain Pike smirked, "Your dad didn't believe in a no-win scenarios either."

He scoffed; "And look what it got him."

But Pike continued on. "You know that instinct - to leap without looking - was something the force lost when he died.

Jim glared at the man and knock down his drink; "Why the hell are you talking to me?"

"Because I've seen your file. Your tests were off the charts, so what is it? You like being a genius repeat offender?"

Jim shrugged, "Maybe I liked it."

"Enlist."

"Enlist!? Fuck no!"

"We could use you in the force," Pike leaned foreword. "You could be an officer in four years, captain in ten."

"Are you done?"

Pike sighed heavily, "Yeah, I'm done." He nodded and leaned back on the chair. Man the guy was annoying. But the Captain wasn't finished: "Riverside Airport; the plane for new members leaves tomorrow at 0800. Kirk, your father was captain at the age of twenty-seven and saved hundreds of lives in the process. I dare you to do better."

Jim's eyes snapped to the man; he could never resist a challenge.

At 0730 the next morning, he found himself in front of the airport. Heads he went, tails he stayed. The coin flipped through the air before landing on the dirt road in front of him.

He laughs. Captain James T. Kirk did have a nice ring to it.