Okay so this is my first time writing something for both star trek and for so please bare with me. SO this is sort of AU. Not entirely because all the event that happen in the movie happen in this story too. It's just i added some events to make the storyline my own. So here we go!

Prologue:

James Tiberius Kirk, Jim for short, hates Starbucks. He hates the coffee, he hates the art, and he hates those awfully soggy Panini's they always sell there. If he hates it so much, why did he apply for a job there two months ago?

Well, to answer your question, Jim was short of money and needed a job. Even though his IQ was off the charts and then some, and he was trained in all aspects of Xenolinguistics, he never found a job that suited his needs. And so he stopped looking. The only languages he didn't know where Veenu and Vulcan. Those were the hard ones he'd never learned because he'd never met someone who knew the language and by the time he even got around to teaching himself, he was swamped with bills from his apartment. His landlord was an attractive young woman so he figured maybe if he got her into bed that she might loosen up on the rent but it turns out that she's engaged and her buff federation fiancé walked in when he was working his charms. It was a good thing that he could fight like a pro otherwise he'd currently still be squashed into the ground.

So, to pay off those irritating debts, he looked around for jobs all across San Francisco. He moved there from Iowa after all the shit hit the fan. All the jobs he applied to said he was either under qualified because he didn't attend any colleges or over qualified because of his IQ and Xenolinguistics. Finally, when all else failed, he saw a sign in a Starbucks window when he was walking down a street near the star fleet command base was. There, in that terribly overpriced coffee shop, was a glowing sign in the window. Wondering what that sign said? It said in bold writing, "Help Wanted". And that was how Kirk got the job.

But why did Jim stay at the coffee shop for two months? Why didn't he get another job that was more for his caliber? Why didn't he get a job teaching somewhere or go out to space? Why didn't he even try to find better work for better pay and better hours?

He didn't because he doesn't like change. Jim doesn't want to risk doing something different in the fear of changing what he already has. He's afraid of what might happen at a new job somewhere. Now he didn't like working at the coffee shop, but it was routine and normal, something he could get used to easily and work through nicely.

It was boring. He needed boring. Ever since Tarsu- no, he never allowed himself to think about those days where his life was ruined. Well beside the fact that his mother married a douche bag lowlife and left him there to be subject to abuse all his life after his father died a hero in space. If George hadn't died then maybe Winona Kirk would love Jim but every time she looks him, she get disgusted and looks away. He never felt any love from her, just cold looks and angry stares and every night, she would yell at him, telling him just how worthless he was. He could tell that he reminded her too much of her late husband and his father. Heck, he even hated himself. But he learned to get used to it, both his terrible moms attitude and Frank beating the living crap out of him every night for so much as making too much noise at night because it hurt his terrible hang over. Jim often wondered what would have happened if his brother, his only protector and supporter, hadn't left him to deal with Frank's shit all those years. Jim often wondered why the universe hated and continues to his guts so damn much but of course that was supposed to happen. He is just like Harry Potter was the Boy Who lived and Katniss was the girl on fire.

He was and always will be, the Kelvin baby.

Everywhere he went, people always expected him to be as wonderful and great as his father. As brave and considerate as him. And gentle and kind as his father. And every time he disappointed them. He slept around, made bad choices and fought anyone who so much as looked angrily at him.

But that is besides the point, Jim liked having a routine because it meant control in life. It meant that not everything would go crazy and turn to shit out of the blue. It would be normal for as long as he wanted it to be. He often missed the crazy spontaneous side of him, the one that would jump into a cold lake because he was drunk off his ass. The same crazy side of him that would jump off of a car driving at full speed over the edge of a cliff. That crazy self he was before Tar- It happened. One of the effects of that whole ordeal was that he would never think about it or speak of it in his life, no matter what. The federation buried it so far down into the mud that the only proof of it were the survivors and the before member of the federation at the time. And Jim hoped it stayed that way.

The reason Jim didn't just go to Starfleet and get a job there was because he hates Starfleet. He hates it with every fiber of his being. His whole life was ruined by star fleet and he wasn't going to let it ruin anything else. If his mother and father weren't assigned to the same ship then they wouldn't have gotten together. And if they hadn't gotten together then Jim wouldn't have been born. If Jim hadn't been born then his life of sadness wouldn't have happened and he wouldn't have had to disappoint people everywhere he went. He wouldn't have to go through a life of misery and sadness and pain. He wouldn't have to go through getting drunk every other day he had off to numb that empty feeling. He always went to the same place and always ordered the same thing and got drunk for the same reasons. And nothing, I mean nothing was going to change that.

Why would a Vulcan turn down an opportunity to study at the Vulcan Science Academy? Such a prestigious title held such self worth and poise that most Vulcan's strived for the perfection just to even dream of getting a job there. But of course Vulcan's don't dream and they don't always wish to be in the science academy. Surely if a Vulcan heard that another Vulcan turned down such a wonderful job title, they would think they were mad, well not in those words exactly. But if you told that Vulcan that the Vulcan who turned down that job was not, in fact, fully Vulcan, the eyebrow that shot up to their hairline and disappeared in the bangs of their hair would go down and they would simply state, "That isn't as illoigal as a pure Vulcan refusing a job held at such high honor. It makes sense since the emotions run extremely high in a human." with pure disapproving and walk away, not giving you the slightest clue of any of their thoughts or feelings on the matter, other than the disgust in their voice.

Because that's what Vulcan's do, they hide their emotions. But many think that Vulcan's don't need to hide their emotions because, they simply don't have any. But they do.

I digress, since the main question is, Why would a Vulcan turn down an opportunity to work at the Vulcan Science Academy? Said Vulcan isn't fully Vulcan, as his mother is human and named lady Amanda. This half human half Vulcan's name is Spock and he defends his actions to the death. When the time came to decide his offer to study at this academy, he declined when the mention of his 'disability' came into the conversation.

He stood before his mother not too long ago and she confirmed that she would love him no matter what his choices were, the choices being that he proceed to the academy to learn more about science, graduate, and broach Kolinahr, the ritual of purging all emotion, to be the perfect Vulcan his father always wanted, or go to star fleet and work at the academy for a few years and get assigned to a ship. Although the Vulcan way was what he should have done, Spock couldn't help the slight twinge in his heart whenever he thought of Star Fleet. Space always interested him, every aspect of the voluptuous endless pit of wonder. Planets were waiting to be discovered, societies waiting to be unearthed, and new languages ready to be taught were all accessible on one ship. That was a true scientists dream, and that was what Spock was. He was a scientist and that was what he wanted to be. He wanted to go on adventures and explore new worlds, not study fungi and work in the caves collecting samples. But he would never tell anyone that, simply because he'd never fully realized this train of thought until he was before the council. The moment his 'disability' was brought up, he knew exactly what he had to do. He had to decline. They chose do discriminate him so he chose to reject their gracious offer to the Vulcan Science Academy. He felt like he had done good to his mother, although he hadn't defended her, he rebelled against them for her.

Although he chose to honor the Vulcan way, he would not stand for it when his mother was brought up. In his mind, the appropriate phrase for the ordeal would be "Oh I KNOW you ain't talking bout my mama!". Because if they were, they would be nerve pinched into the next century.

But even as he declined the offer, a thought popped up in his head, a thought that broke through his barriers and went straight to the thought process of his mind. What if no matter where I go, no one accepts me for what I am? And he knew the answer before he pushed the dreadful thought back behind his mind barriers. No one will ever accept me for me. Oh how he hoped that would change. But hope is an emotion.

To a Vulcan, Emotions are illogical. And nothing, I mean nothing could change that.

So, please review, like, whatever you want. Thank you! ALso, i know this is short but the next chapters will be super long so don't you worry!

-lauren