Author's Note: To all who follow my other story, Darkest, I will apologize and say I have writer's block. I've been working on this story when I have ideas and for any other scenarios you might want to see, PM me and I'll consider it.

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Chapter One

Christopher Pike felt the world drop out from under him when he heard the news. He collapsed into a nearby chair as his eyes welled with tears. George had been his best friend, his brother. To think that he was gone broke his heart. The only bright spot came when he learned Winona had given birth. It made Chris sad, though, when he was told George died believing his daughter, who he had wanted so badly, was his son. Winona's decision to leave the baby's name as James Tiberius Kirk left him confused.

Chris was waiting at the landing pad when Winona's shuttle landed. San was with his paternal aunt and Chris had been informed by a Starfleet lawyer to prepare to care for an infant. The reason why became abundantly clear as the shuttle door opened. Winona was unloaded strapped to a biobed, crying and raving hysterically. A nurse followed a few feet behind, carrying a bundled white blanket with the Starfleet insignia embroidered onto a corner.

Chris' attention immediately focused on the child, eager to get his first look at his goddaughter. The nurse smiled as she passed the baby to him. Looking down, Chris lost his heart. She was small, probably from being premature, and her head was covered by a tuft of blonde hair. The baby's blue eyes, so blue they matched Earth's sky, were focused on him. Despite his grief for George, Chris couldn't stop himself from smiling at the little girl who already seemed to be so much like her father.

The trip back to his apartment was quick, the landing pad was located in the center of Starfleet grounds and there was limited traffic. Stepping into his apartment, Chris looked around at all of the baby paraphernalia he had bought to care for the infant in his arms. The apartment had only one bedroom and it wasn't large, but would serve the purpose until the course of actions was decided. He wasn't sure what was going on with Winona, but he hoped that if worst came to worst, he'd be able to keep James. Sam would remain with his aunt and her family should that happen.

George's will had stated that should anything happen to him and Winona, the godparents to his children would share custody of them. Unfortunately, Chris was the only one still alive. Sam's godfather and both of the children's godmothers had been killed on the Kelvin. It was only if the godparents were unable to care for the children that they went to their closest relatives. Chris was already aware that, if push came to shove, Sam would choose to remain with his relatives. The two had never met, as Sam had been born while Chris was assigned to a ship and he had never had an opportunity to be introduced.

Chris was drawn from his thoughts when the baby began to squirm and whimper in his arms. A quick diaper check told him she didn't a change so he hitched the bag higher on his shoulder and moved into the kitchen to prepare a bottle for her. As he fed the baby, Chris paced back and forth slowly, rocking slightly. Smiling, he watched as she focused completely on him. "Jamie," he said, "I'm going to call you Jamie, not James." Jamie seemed to smile back at him.