Title: Star Rim

Summary: A Pacific Rim / Star Trek Cross : Jim hasn't fought in a Jaeger since Sam's death five years ago. He decided with both his brother and father getting killed in them while his mother suffered survivor guilt, he wants no more part of it. Too bad. Because it's time for him to team up with Spock and save the world.

Disclaimer: Don't own either of the franchises!

(Estimated) Chapter Amount: Prologue, 3 parts, epilogue

A Note: I've seen Pacific Rim twice so far, so it's heavily influenced from that plot wise, but I try to make it somewhat changable and dynamic through incorporating Star Trek themes just so it isn't just a regurgitation with Trek characters projected over PR's. And seriously, if you haven't seen PR yet, PLEASE GO SEE IT! It isn't doing as well as it should, so please go support it so more movies like it can be made! (not just badass robots vs monsters, but a strong female character, not an angst ridden hero, etc.)

Star Rim

Prologue

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Jim was born the day his parents died.

Well, technically it was only his father. In actuality and total fairness, his mother was a major badass before that day. She had given birth, gotten into a Jaeger with his Dad within the hour, and then gone and tried to save San Francisco from that Kaiju. Only, it didn't end up that way, as Winona was inevitably fatigued, and George decided to eject her (against her wishes) while he went on a suicide final-push mission of one.

Only, Jim's mother was still connected to George when he'd ejected her as he gave the last clip of plasma shots before getting torn from the machine and Winona forever.

When the team had recovered his mother, she couldn't stop crying. Even when she was brought back into the hospital and patched up just fine. They handed her Jim, and still she couldn't stop crying; she only held the quiet baby closer. The doctors said nothing physical was wrong, but she showed all signs of someone in considerable pain.

Emotional transference. That's what they decided to call it.

Sam said that ever since that day their Mom was never the same. She smiled and loved them the best she could, but it wasn't the same. She had experienced the fear, pain and ultimate death of George before getting shot away.

While Winona did go back into the Jaeger program, it was for engineering and not piloting. Apparently she couldn't save the world with a stranger while at the same time rearing two boys; she decided on her sons. The only remaining parts of George that wasn't in the now unreachable drift.

Because the world did need her. Kaijus kept coming, and the program wasn't suffering, but it needed all the help it could. Despite choosing her boys over business, their mother knew that the world was important as well.

When Jim and Sam were chosen for captains after revealing they were drift compatible, not to mention legacies after their parents, Winona cried again. But even through the tears she gave them a list of tips and told them to brush their teeth and tuck each other in at night. They were each other's protection and they should never let anything happen to the other (like she had with George, which was left unsaid).

As Winona watched her two boys go into the helicopter, away from the rows of corn and land-locked area that was Iowa, Jim noticed that she couldn't stop crying.

Jim should have taken it as a warning.

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"Sam, Sam, Sammy my nanny - it's time to wake up! It's our time to shine. Well, shine as much as you can in the middle of the night at Alaska. Which actually wouldn't be a problem if it were a different time of the year-"

"Jim. Time," a voice grumbled as bright hair peaked out from the covers with no help from the other blond.

"0200 hours and counting. Come on Sam my man! We can get lucky number five this morning!" Jim said as he hastily threw on his shirt. It seemed Sam had thought ahead as he pushed aside his sheets to show a t-shirt clad chest. Not that it mattered much as they were off to get suited up in minutes.

"You said that the first time. And the second. And the third-"

"Ok, ok," Jim said with a hearty laugh as he slapped his brother's shoulder again. "I just am pumped to kill this son of a bitch."

Rolling his eyes, Sam shoved past him to get to his own jacket.

Jim followed suit, grin widening almost impossibly as he grabbed onto his jacket that read: 'USS Enterprise' in front of a simple white star. Jim had initially been disappointed with their naming of their Jaeger, but Sam had decided he wanted it. And of course Chris had taken his side in the matter. Why couldn't they have some sexy name for their machine? They nearly lived inside her, she saved their lives and millions of others- the least she could be given was not some odd asexual name.

In barely a minute they were strutting down to where they would suit up in their shiny white suits. Secretly, Jim appreciated the continuity of using white for the Enterprise. Well, white and grey from the visible metal. Regardless of her name, she was top of the line at the moment and Jim felt a swell of pride at knowing he and his brother captained her.

"What's the situation Admiral, Scotty?" Jim asked after they'd plummeted down, connecting the heads of humans to the body of a robot.

"Well good morning to you too, Jimmy boy," Scotty's thick accented voice said, causing the brothers to smile in unison even before being neurologically connected.

"How is the girl doing today?" Sam asked.

"Oh, she's purrin' like a well attended to-"

"Jim, Sam," a clipped voice interrupted the scotsman. The brothers heard Scotty finish his statement with something like 'engine' but they weren't entirely sure.

"Admiral," they said, sounding like each other's echo.

"You are to hold the Kaiju at the miracle mile. Do not engage before that distance, and be careful. This is the largest class three Kaiju to date; if possible take it down, if not, discourage it."

Jim and Sam nodded in unison before saying, "Yes, sir."

"Good," Chris said with a grin that couldn't be seen over the communication. He clapped a hand to Scotty's shoulder before nodding for the go ahead.

Scotty turned back to the controls and soon after the handshake (Jim was always interested to see what memories would fly by: today it was when Sam had tried to bake a pie for Jim's birthday, but seeing as he was only six and Jim three, it had not come to a good ending. Especially when Frank came and saw the mess.) the blond brotherly duo were headed out to sea.

Jim tried to relax his body as they were flown to their destination, breathing deeply and focusing on Sam's breathing to anchor him. This would be their fifth kill together, and it was going to be another great notch in their belts. True, Jim was unabashedly smarter than Sam, but Sam was better in a fight. Something about having a survivor's instinct or something. Jim couldn't disagree to how he tended to leap without looking, and often that ended up with him at the shorter end of the stick. And if it was at the end of a Kaiju- he'd really rather not. (No matter how many flowers Kaiju shit could fertilize and make bloom.)

The younger brother liked to think that it was this ability that allowed them to be so compatible and work together effortlessly. Oh, and probably growing up together and having that brotherly bond (where it really truly felt like it was them against the world, especially when Frank tried to send Sam away) along with sharing the same DNA. But Jim liked to think it was more about the individuals than their genetic make-up.

"Alright, ready to drop," Sam's voice said from across of him and Jim was snapped immediately back into reality. Cold, wind and salt filled this reality as it battered against the Enterprise, looking for purchase. Unless the Kaiju decided to give them a couple decades to rust, the water wasn't going to win this round.

"Let's do this," Jim exclaimed just before they landed with a shake. He could feel the mechanics of Enterprise move and adjust; he could feel the chest expand and arms readjust as he took in a deep breath.

Yet the brothers were met with only crashing waves and some far cries of seagulls in the distance. How they could be heard over this pounding storm was beyond Jim, but they always managed to annoy the shit out of everything around them. Fuck the Jaegers, they should just send a flock of those-

"Jim, focus or else you're going to kill me with idiotic laughter," Sam ordered with a half-hearted growl.

"Eyes sharp, boys, and remember to hold your position," Chris' voice said before Jim could come up with a retort. Not that it would really matter as Sam would hear the thoughts echo before anything.

"Visual contact made, roughy three hundred yards ahead," Jim said, bright blue eyes narrowing as he saw a similar vibrancy darting in the water and increasingly coming closer.

"Embrace for impact!" Sam yelled as suddenly they were bombarded with a bone-crushing intensity that Jim would never get used to.

The blond could hear the roar of the beast as its teeth bigger than his body attempted to bite into his Enterprise. Feeling adrenaline that made his blood boil and the Enterprise come alive, Jim and Sam each gave their own war cry before landing the first punch.

Despite Jim's near inability to win any sort of fight between humans, Jim didn't have to worry so much on his limited strength. In the Enterprise he could travel anywhere, do anything and fight to win. Maybe it made Jim reckless, but that was what Sam was there for. Always the elder sibling, grounding him and making him feel like something bigger and important. It was all through Sam, and truthfully Jim was just here for the ride. Not that he would ever be so cold-hearted as to turn away those very thankful ladies just wanting to repay Jim for his heroism in some way.

"Let's do this!" Jim yelled out as they landed another punch, allowing him to grapple the beast into relative submission. Sam began charging the plasma canon and with a mental cue, Jim threw the monster before they fired.

The beast gave a wail of pain and grief and if it wasn't out to kill humanity in the millions, Jim would feel pity for it. He watched its luminescent blue blood fall from its mouth before the rest of the body fell to the waves.

"That was a right good hit boys," they heard Scotty say with clear appreciation in his voice. "And you barely scratched up my baby this time. Lads are getting better!'

Jim gave a tentative chuckle, his body still tense and wired on unused adrenaline. He felt the Enterprise breath with him along with Sam. Jim lowered his head slightly, equal parts relief and pride coming off in waves bigger than this storm's. For a huge category three it hadn't really-

"Life signs are showing," Chris' authoritative voice suddenly broke through the brother's shared revelry. It was all the warning they got before there was an explosion of salt water and bright blue liquid. The monster had been shot down, but it wasn't out.

"It's coming from the left-"

Sam was cut off as the creature's head imbedded itself in Enterprise's left arm; Jim's side. The blond couldn't hold back the scream as he felt the metal and gears give. It felt like someone had stabbed through his shoulder and down his side with hot needles. With spikes at a scorching temperature that continued to move and grow in his body.

"Jim, stay with me! We need to do this together!" Jim heard Sam's frantic voice yell.

"I was just closing my eyes for a cat nap," Jim said with a grunt before he began charging his phaser. It was still connected, and this damn beast was still alive.

Yet it seemed the monster had sharpened up to the attack. Even as Sam's fist collided with it's head to dislodge it, it surged forward, and again Jim couldn't stop his scream as he felt his entire arm go limp along with what felt like his entire side. Enterprise was officially crippled, and so was Jim.

"Sam-"

"Stay with me Jimmy, we can do this- we can, I know-"

Jim looked with wide and horrified eyes as the cockpit was suddenly wrenched open with talons that had no place there. Jim looked away just in time to catch Sam's eyes.

He had hazel eyes, like Mom. Jim had always wanted those eyes more than Sam. Jim hated his eyes; they were Dad's eyes. But unlike their Mom, Sam never let that get in the way of loving his brother. He loved Jim and those eyes were always filled with love and acceptance and now-

Jim couldn't muster a scream as he watched his brother's existence get ripped from the machine and Jim's life.

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To be continued...

An Ending Note: Not to sound demanding, but please let me know if you're interested in this story! I won't know whether to keep writing unless you say so!