Alexander Smith was a lot of things, a hard ass, stubborn, and a butch of other things that probably wasn't good at all but he never backed away from a challenge. He stood in the middle of a ring with a cage around him in the underground of what used to be New York City, fighting for money was one of the best ways he could make it since his step father was an asshole and cut him out of his life when he was sixteen, now he was eighteen and living in a run down apartment that wasn't up to par with health codes and other things so he was looking for a new place but didn't have the money for it so street fighting was the quickest way to make money without whoring himself out. He had more respect for himself.
Bouncing on the balls of his feet, he kept his face blank as he seen the guy he was fighting. Alex was shorter then most men, having always been small since birth so he made use of his shortest and picked out the man's weak spots easily. His height was about 5' 6" but at least he wasn't shorter then that, he got enough shit from his best friend Stiles for his height. He waited for the man across from him to make a move first, the man was big but seemed like he moved slow but if Alex was hit with one of his fists then he would break bone.
He ducked down at the swing and quickly hit him twice in his right side with his fists then quickly jumped back, wiggling out his hands because damn that guy had a hard as fuck body and just hitting him hurt his fists. Alex knew he was going break one or both of his fists on this man's body so he decided to use his legs also. Bad idea, his powers where turned off because he thought of it as cheating in a one on one fight so once he kicked out with his right foot, the man caught it and brought his elbow down on it, breaking it clean in half. To his credit, Alex didn't even flinch at the broken bone and quickly laid his hands on the floor in a hand stand before kicking out with his left foot, hitting the guy in the face and breaking his nose.
He tensed as he flipped over, making sure to keep his right leg off the ground for the most part, keeping his toes pressed against the ground. He was glad that he decided to fight without shoes this round since it helped not having extra weight on his foot. Smirking as he spotted the blood on his nose, Alex stayed where he was and let the angered man come after him, swinging blindly with rage. He ducked again and gave him to quick gabs in the ribs, feeling them break under his hands before swinging his elbow up and hitting him in the throat. He dragged his right leg as he moved behind the man while he chocked and coughed. Alex decided to end it then and there and swung his arm out, hitting the man in the back of his head and watching him drop to the floor passed out.
He took his money and went to the locker rooms pulling off his shirt as he went since he covered the angel wing scars his father gave him when he was a child. They looked like tattoos at first glance but if someone were to touch them then they could clearly tell that they weren't tattoos. The scars started at his shoulder blades and the tips of the wings ended at the dimples on his back. His mom always called him her little angel and when she died when he was five his dad decided to carve the wings into his back.
He hissed as he sat on one of the benches and looked over the break his in right leg, narrowing his eyes as he laid in straight in front of him. He was focused on his leg only and didn't notice three guys and Stiles make their way into the locker room. He looked up when he heard his friend gasp and pressed his back against the lockers so they couldn't see his scars on his back though the scars on his chest weren't any better but he wasn't embarrassed by those, they didn't bother him but for some reason the ones on his back did.
"Stiles, I see you brought company." He said evenly, watching the three men as his friend ran his fingers over his leg to see if he could do anything without having to take Alex into the hospital, knowing that he hated hospitals. He noticed that they had Star fleet uniforms on and sighed softly, not wanting to deal with them at the moment. They always seem to want him to sign up and he didn't want to at all, hated Star Fleet since his mother died on a ship in space. He didn't want anything to do with them. "I'm Christopher Pike, this is James Kirk and Leonard McCoy." The oldest man said as he waved to the two other males with him when he said their names.
Alexander narrowed his eyes at them and ignored Stiles moving his broken leg to see how bad it was, seeming completely relaxed and not in any pain at all when on the inside he wanted nothing more then to hit Stiles for causing him pain. "Whatcha want?" He asked, knowing it would be easier for him to read their minds but he would rather not do that at the moment, he was in too much pain to focus on working his powers like that. "You're real name isn't Alexander Smith is it?" Pike countered, figuring he was right after the glare that he had gotten, which if looks could kill Pike would be dead along with Kirk and McCoy.
"You're real name is Alexander Milligan-Winchester, isn't it?" Pike continued to press, ignoring the shocked looks from Kirk and McCoy as Alex and him had a stare off. Everyone knew of the Winchester brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester. Best team in the Fleet and Dean was the captain of the USS Impala with Sam as his First Officer. "What's it to ya?" Alexander asked, grabbing a clean shirt out of his bag and putting it on and sitting up straighter. "Let Dr. McCoy take a look at your leg while I tell you. You took one hell of a hit to that leg and most people I know would've stopped fighting right then and there." Pike said, waiting for the nod from Alex before McCoy brought his bag of medical things over to him.
He sat perfectly still as the doctor's smooth hands ran over his leg, pressing against it to see what he could do for it. Alex continued to look at Pike even when Stiles started cheeking his hands for any broken bones and finding a few of them. "I want you to enlist in Star Fleet, you would make a good Captain or Security officer. Your test scores could even beat Jim's test scores." Pike spoke as McCoy's fingers worked over his leg and Alex's eyes moved over to Kirk's form, seeing the shocked look on his face. "Your brothers saved countless lives already, I bet you could save countless more." His voice clearly held a challenged in it and Alex raised his eyebrows at him, shifting to pack up his bag.
He gently pushed McCoy away from his leg and moved to stand up, ignoring the 'Damn it, sit the hell down before you hurt yourself' from the doctor and stood on his leg perfectly fine. "I hate to break it to you Captain Pike but I don't want nothing to do with Star Fleet or anyone in it so I'm going to tell you what I told everyone else sent to get me to enlist, take your offer and shove it." He snapped before turning and making his way out of the locker room, ignoring the pain shooting up his leg as he did. He healed quicker then most since he was a child so he would be fine after a few drinks and some food.
He made his way to the bar across from the place and waited for Stiles to join him at a table. Stiles was enlisted in Star Fleet and in his second year already and planning to be a science officer. Stiles knew how Alex felt about Star Fleet and felt guilty for doing that to him. "I'm sorry, Alex. Pike said he just wanted to tell you good job after the fight and make sure you were alright." He said softly, trying not to upset his friend.
Alex sighed, "It's fine, Stiles. It doesn't matter now," He waved his words away and ordered a whiskey with a steak and fries, letting Stiles order what he wanted before looking around the room, crinkling his nose as he spotted the blonde hair, blue eyed male named James Kirk. Seriously they just wouldn't give up would they? He looked around for the doctor and narrowed his eyes since he couldn't find him, causing him to shrug and look back at Stiles only to see McCoy seating across from him with Stiles sitting against the wall with a sheepish smile on his face.