A bit of a warning. GenderQueer!Jim!BioFem. If you've got a problem with it, I'm sorry, I'm doing my best. Basically Just a recap of the first little bit of the Reboot. Enjoy.

"Another!" Jim called to the bartender, holding out his hand for the drink sliding across the countertop. He caught it and pressed the cool glass to his lips, feeling a bit more of his stress melt away. In the community of Riverside he was known as the Man-Woman, called a he-she by children who heard from their parents what he was, and some more creative names by his coworkers at the shop.

He glanced up as the red uniforms began flooding the bar. Most of them were guys; bulky fellows who travelled in packs, probably training to be security. There were a few ladies; a mocha skinned girl and her green friend caught his eye. There was really no reason to hit on them, not with the reputation he already had and the fact that most of the people in the bar already knew he was biologically female. Even after changing his gender legally on his identification people would not acknowledge that he was a man, not a woman.

The fighting he'd done in his younger years came back with a vengeance. All that anger he'd felt as a child followed him easily into adulthood; flourishing under the scrutiny of his peers. He groaned, downing his drink and ordering another, then another, and another. Next he knew he was laid across a table getting his face punched in by a guy he vaguely recognized as 'cupcake'.

He groaned, trying to lean forward enough to shove the guy off only to be hit once more. A woman was yelling for them to stop, but it didn't seem to affect them. The pain wasn't as bad as it had been. His face throbbed with small shooting pains, as did the rest of his body, but no longer was he feeling the sharp punches that were threatening to break his nose, jaw and cheekbones. His eye-sight began to darken and already blurry figures were turning into blobs of red and black.

A screeching sound pierced through the dark haze of unconsciousness. Jim felt his head and vision clear a little and blinked a few times to speed the process along. "You whistle really loud, you know that?" he said, somewhat incoherently.

The graying man tilted his head to get a better look at the young man lain across the table with blood dripping down his face. He smirked a little, and for a moment Jim blacked out.

A sharp tug woke him. The salt and pepper haired man took the chair across from him as the bartender sat a drink down on the table. The strong scent of coffee wafted up to his nose, whether it was for the man or not he didn't care; he took the cup and brought it to his lips, gingerly sipping the scalding beverage.

"You know," the man began. "I couldn't believe it when the Bartender told me who you were."

Jim sniffed a little, stuffing a napkin up his nose. "And just who am I…"

"Captain Christopher Pike." The man stated. "You're definitely your fathers' son."

He smiled bitterly into the coffee; the guy bartending was nice enough but he wouldn't give up the chance to rat Jim out, like the rest of the community. Pike knew, he was sure of that. He wanted to say something smart, but the man continued, smiling warmly as he recounted his dissertation and what he seemed to admire about George Kirk.

Jim mumbled a little but Pike was quickly on him, contradicting the remark about his father having learned his lesson in no-win scenarios. The young man didn't want to admit it, but hearing how much like his father he was made his heart warm. Uncle Frank, his mother's boyfriend, had raised him for the most part and only had negative things to say about the Kirk family and his mother never liked to remember or tell them about the young commander.

"…Those cadets you took on won't make it passed officers. You can bet your ass the first time they find themselves on the wrong end of a Klingon phaser cannon they'll be running home to momma." Pike laced his finger together and leaned forward, preparing to continue.

The words seemed suspicious, as tingly as they made him feel. No one was so nice without reasons. So before the Captain could speak Jim blurted out, "So why are you talking to me?"

Pike leaned back in his chair, a little surprised. James T. Kirk was not going to be easy to convince. "I pulled up your records when you were drooling on the floor. Your aptitude tests are off the charts—d'you like being the only, genius level, repeat offender in the Midwest?"

Jim scoffed. "Maybe I love it."

The captain leaned forward in his chair, again, daring to get in Jims face. "So, daddy dies and you settle for a less than ordinary life? Or is it that you feel like you're meant for something better—Something special?"

The younger man felt his face go blank. He'd always felt that he was made from some other kind of mold than the rest of his peers; but being told that he would amount to nothing for most of his life did a number. He was angry. How could Pike possibly have known what he was feeling? Was it a shot in the dark? It must have been; Pike didn't even know who he was until the bartender told him.

"Enlist in Starfleet." Pike said. "If you're half the man your father was we could use you…You could be an officer in four years, have your own ship in eight!"

"Are we done?" Jim snapped, standing abruptly. Pike was under his skin, making him feel discontent in a way he hadn't felt since before Frank was out of the picture. He brushed by the Captain, keeping his eyes forward to avoid anymore questioning.

Pike grabbed the blonde's shoulder before he could leave. "Riverside Ship yard, the shuttle for new recruits leaves at 0800." He paused for a moment, contemplating. "You know…Your father was Captain of a StarShip for twelve minutes. He saved 800 people including you and your mom…I dare you to do better."

Jim felt the anger in his chest rise as his eyes locked with Pikes. It was the biggest challenge he'd been given in years, and even with Pike finally out of his hair he couldn't help the burning passion he felt. He would prove the man wrong.

The next morning found Jim speeding down the deserted roads around the shipyard. It was nearly time for the shuttle to depart. If he didn't make it Riverside would never let him hear the end of it. He kicked the motorcycle into action. The buzz of the electric engine cranked up into a dull roar, propelling him 90mph down the highway. He'd be damned if that shuttle left without him.

It seemed like only seconds had passed when he arrived at 8:05. The ship should have been gone, but there stood Pike, clearly having held out to see if he was going to arrive or not. Jim tossed his keys into his helmet and handed it to the first passing worker he saw.

The Captain seemed almost elated.

"Four years, huh?" Jim said as he passed. "I'll do it in three."

Pike didn't say anything; he just grinned and continued to the cockpit.

Jim ducked under a low clearance area and sank into the first available seat. 'Cupcake' was only a few seats down, nursing a bandaged hand but looking ready to fight again as he realized Jim was buckling in. "At ease," he said, with a mocking salute.

The pretty, mocha skinned, girl from the bar smirked a little as he realized she was just adjacent to him. "Never did get your name." He said with a wink.

She snorted, with a small smile. "And you're not going to either."

"Ouch," Jim began. A ruckus began to the left of him, cutting off his thoughts. For a moment he thought the cadets might have been coming for him again and was almost relieved to see a flight attendant dragging a frazzled looking man down the aisles. The older man was shoved into the seat next to him and thoroughly threatened; shutting him up just long enough for the woman to leave their direct sight.

"You know, I think these shuttles are pretty safe." Jim said, trying to help calm the man.

The weary man struck at him like a snake; his Southern drawl thick from his apparent drunkenness. "Don't pander to me kid! One crack in the hull and our blood boils in thirteen seconds—a solar flare could cook us up right in our seats! Hell some of the passengers are blue—wait until you're sitting pretty with a case of Andorian Shingles and see if you're so relaxed when your eyeballs are bleeding! Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness!"

Jim swallowed apprehensively. "I hate to break it to you, but Starfleet operates in space."

The man sneered and tugged a flask out of his pocket. "Yeah well, the ex-wife took the whole god-damn planet in the divorce. I got nowhere to go but up." He eyed Jim appraisingly and handed him the flask. "Names Leonard McCoy."

"Jim Kirk." He answered, taking a short swig. "You look like you're going to throw up."

"I might."

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Short first chapter, pretty much recapping the first little bit of the StarTrek Reboot with a few changes. #1 being that Jim is gender Queer. Born biologically female, but identifying as a man. I've never read this in a fic, so I thought I'd write one. I've read intersexJim, but never gender queer.

Personally, I'm not 100% sure I'm writing this in a way that many people will appreciate, but I'm trying. We're all going to view it differently, so I don't expect man people to like it. But I felt it was something that was going ignored.

So if anyone has some suggestions I'm open to them.