A/N: This is not only my first Star Trek (2009) fanfic, but my first fic ever, so I'm getting used to this system. I had been wanting to write a Star Trek fic for about 3 weeks now, seeing as the latest film has converted me into a trekkie, but I had writer's block and no inspiration, but then yesterday, inspiration hit me like a truck and I wrote up these two chapters in about 24 hours so that I wouldn't forget and decided to post them right away.

You may see that currently there seems to be no romantic interests for Jim, even though it is labelled as a romance fic, but that's just because this is the beginning, and I have an idea as to who it shall be but am still not entirely sure so I decided to keep the introductory chapters pretty neutral. But don't get discouraged from reading, because there WILL be romance! Currently the rating is 'T', but depending on how much I enjoy the pairing I might raise it to 'M', who knows. I've never written smut so that's a huge factor.

ALSO, because I am a new trekkie, I apologize if I've made any mistakes with anythng ranging from Spock's diction to the terminology used. I have done plenty of research and watched several episodes of TOS, but I'm not perfect so if you spot a mistake please let me know so that I can fix it! Thanks :) And specifically to Chekov... I do not speak Russian but I've done research as well and have asked for help from my Russian friends but again, if I've made a mistake don't hesitate to tell me.

Anyways, I apologize for this unbearably long A/N, it's because this is the first chapter of my first fic! I promise that any future ones will be short and sweet. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it so far! It will be a continuous work so if you enjoy it I will give you something good to read for a while.

I ONLY OWN THE PLOT. THE CHARACTERS, IDEAS, TERMINOLOGY, LAYOUT OF THE ENTERPRISE, ETC BELONG TO THE BRILLIANT CREATORS OF STAR TREK, FROM GENE RODDENBERRY TO J.J. ABRAMS. THIS APPLIES TO THIS CHAPTER AND ALL THE CHAPTERS THAT FOLLOW IN MY FIC. I THANK THEM FOR THEIR BRILLIANCE AND INSPIRATION.


1. Something Unsettling

There was something different about this particular evening that had Kirk restless. It was routine for him to hang back on the bridge for an hour or two after the rest of the crew had left to complete their own personal routines for the night, yet the Captain found himself unable to admire the sleek design of the control boards, or even the streaks of light that were stars being passed by the U.S.S. Enterprise at warp speed. Even their current destination seemed to have slipped Kirk's mind, and he was only able to recall that they had at least a day left before they arrived.

Bothered by his inability to remain still, and the sensation that if he sat there any longer some unknown force would tighten around him, the Captain left his bridge in search of some fellow crewmembers to join him for a drink. A bit of alcohol and good company would help him relax from his current state, surely.

After a few minutes of roaming the halls of his ship on deck five, he heard familiar voices arguing, drifting down the passage from what seemed to be coming from the recreation room. Kirk quickened his pace and had to smile as he rounded the corner into rec room three onto a pleasantly familiar scene. Several crewmembers from various parts of the ship were using the room, but the arguing he heard down the hall belonged to his chief medical officer and the young ensign Chekov. Alongside them he found his first officer Spock, looking intrigued by their argument. Scotty was with them as well, but seemed to be lost in a technical journal, unaware of the words of his friends. As Kirk approached the members of his beloved bridge crew as well as his engineer, he understood the bemused expression, shown by a raised eyebrow, on Spock's face. Bones and Chekov were very intently arguing over the petty subject of where the hypospray was invented. Kirk knew that his CMO would never allow his medical knowledge or expertise to be proven wrong, lest he go into a temporary state of depression that would earn anyone who attempted to speak to him a few extremely snarky insults, and the young ensign wouldn't injure his patriotic pride by accepting that anything was invented in someplace other than Russia. The Captain chuckled as he mused over the fact that this argument may never see an end, in turn making his presence known.

All but Scotty, engorged in the journal, looked up at him. Spock looked at his Captain and friend questioningly, possibly expecting an explanation for this odd human behaviour. McCoy scowled at him, then at Chekov as the young boy smiled cheerfully up at him as he greeted him.

"Hello Keptin!" he beamed, before frowning a little to seriously for his young complexion and turning to face McCoy once again. They momentarily seemed to hold a sort of glaring contest, and Spock still looked expectantly at Kirk, who simply shook his head to show that he understood their behaviour as little as he did. It was then that Bones snapped his attention back up to him, still scowling.

"Jim, help me out here, will ya? This little Ruskie won't accept the fact that he's wrong." he almost whined to him. Сhekov's jaw dropped in disbelief. He too looked up at the Captain, then banged his hand against the table.

"Пиздец, мудак!" the ensign shouted with a flustered expression on his face. Spock, being the only other one at the table who understood Russian, widened his eyes at the comment, but made no remark. "I have explained zis to you already docter McCoy. You insist zat zee hypospray vas inwented by American named Aaron Ismach in 1960." Chekov stated as-a-matter-of-factly, before continuing. "A year before, not too far from Leningrad, a man named Mikhail Alexandrov produced zee original designs for vat in English voud be called 'mist-inwector'. Zis design vas stolen by U.S. Army and given to Aaron to construct. It vas inwented in Russia and stolen by America… but zis is little known fact, so I understand zat you vere unaware, docter McCoy." he said hotly, doing his best to annunciate each word as clearly as his heritage would allow him, but this only thickened his accent.

Kirk watched the scowl on McCoy's face deepen as he thought of a retort. He knew Bones didn't want to offend the boy with harsh insults, but the longer he thought about what he would say, the less PG the comment became. It was a good time to end the petty argument. Bones was ready to open his mouth when Kirk slapped a hand on his shoulder.

"Can we put this discussion on pause, maybe?" the Captain laughed nervously. "I was wondering if you were interested in joining me for a drink to blow off some steam."

His crewmembers looked at him as he flashed a confident smile, and nodded. Bones inaudibly grumbled what was most likely his insult saved for Chekov, and then stood up to join his friend. Chekov jumped out of his seat.

"Of course, Keptin. Drinking vas inwented in Russia!" he beamed. Kirk heard McCoy groan sarcastically behind him, but could tell that the mood had lightened already. Spock stood and cleared his throat.

"The human tradition of consuming alcohol in large quantities is beyond me, and Vulcans rarely consume any aside from specific holidays…" he noted the disappointment on his crew-mates faces before continuing, "…but I will join you all by consuming a small amount while observing your behaviour."

Kirk clapped his hands at this and turned to leave the rec room, when he realized that Scotty hadn't said a word. Facing the table once again, he leaned his torso over the table, obnoxiously blocking Scotty's view of the technical journal he had been reading with his smiling face. Scotty was not amused.

"Sir, if ye don' mind, I'd like to finish reading me journal before turnin' in for the night." he said while trying to continue reading the journal through Kirk's head. Kirk stood, confused.

"Scotty, in all the time I have known you, you have never turned down a drinking opportunity." There was no response. "I have Scotch, your favourite…" he pleaded. Scotty laughed and shook his head.

"I understand, man, that this is extremely out of character of me, but at the moment I'd much rather read these journals. Don' worry about me, Sir. I'll take ye up on the offer next time, as long as you promise me some scotch"

Without taking his eyes off the journal, he waved them off.

"All right Mr. Scott." he sighed. "Just keep in mind that next time I offer, you have no excuse."

"Aye, Captain." Scotty replied, waiving them off again. Kirk then marched out of the rec room, the people who off duty he called his friends following close behind.


A/N: Liked it so far? Didn't like it? Let me know in a review! Don't forget to read the next chapter. It gets even better :)

~hace