Okay! So I wanted to write something about why Kirk was always such a ladies man! Maybe his heart got broken? But I wrote this so that i could have a cute love story between midwest sweethearts :D. The first few chapters are all flash backs and some prevelance to the beginning days, but also there are present day tie-ins! I hope you like this!

I've loved her. I've always loved her. I swore I would, back in little old Iowa when I gave her my necklace, telling her that I would never ever leave her. I loved her as she waved goodbye in her cadet uniform, the ship taking off at a speed I had only seen displayed on my vintage TV. Her name was Annabelle Ryder; yeah, it was so cliché it was perfect. I had met her fifteen years ago. I will never forget her.

My mother was back out of the galaxy, doing… something that related to catching a war criminal. That probably meant messing around with some green bastard in the next galaxy. But I tried to ignore that, I did not want to even try to work through it, I had too much to worry about.

You have reached top speed. You are fifty miles over the limit. Advisory to pull over. The car spoke in such a calm tone I could not help but wonder what they did to make it so. I was driving, finally getting somewhere; who cares if I was ten? I certainly did not. I tapped the touch screen on the council to answer the phone.

It was my uncle Joe and as expected, he was pissed. I had once again stolen the keys to one of his prize possessions, this time it was a yellow Thunderbird. I glanced at the console to see my drunken uncle's angry face look through the camera.

"Car, end call." I said, smirking as I watched his face once again twitch in anger. I heard the sirens and soon there was a cop cruising by right next to me.

"Citizen please pull over. I advise you to stop." His robotic voice let out. I laughed, ready for a chase.

"It's on buddy." I turned the wheel sharply, cutting a curb as I went into our small town. I dodged car after car until I got through it, looking back to see how close they were. I was pretty good at these things, and I was just passing the library when I took another look to see that I had lost them. "Yes!" I said to no one in particular, pumping my fist in happy rebellion.

And that was when I crashed into the hydrant. Bang! I jerked forward suddenly and my breath caught. I could hear steam come out of the hood and I looked at it in horror. I mean, we've got fire-resisters in every damn building, who the hell keeps the old hydrants in? I could hear the faint sirens getting louder and louder as I sat there in astonishment.

"Well, aren't you going to even try to escape?!?" I heard a voice that had originated from the courtyard of the library. I snapped my head to the thin voice, trying to see who would bother to talk to me. It was a girl, about my age with a pile of PADs in her arms. She set them down and ran to the car, her face twisted in a curious expression. I slowly took in her appearance; red hair wrapped in two braids, freckles dotting her thin cheeks, and round wire frames circling her green eyes. She was typically schoolgirl, I could already tell the PADs she put in the grass were school-related.

"Are you coming or not?" she said, her voice abrasive as she held out her dainty hand. At that I was snapped back to reality. I unbuckled my seatbelt and jumped out of the car, reaching for the girl's hand. I thought briefly as to why she was helping me, but I soon pushed that out of my mind when the cops arrived. "Come on!" She said, jerking me forward with unexpected force.

"Hey!" I said as she pulled me into the library.

The girl smiled at the bewildered librarian as we ran through the silent building. "Hello Ms. Lentley, if it does not bother you we would like to hide under your desk." She said this so matter-of-factly even I looked at her with confusion. But the librarian just pursed her lips as if this has happened before.

"Annabelle, you know your father would disapprove." But the girl just sighed and led me underneath the desk just as the cops came in. It was a tight fit, which resulted in our faces being only a couple of inches apart. She was smiling like a lunatic and I looked at her like she was crazy.

"Come on, ain't this fun?" she whispered under her breath as we heard the robot's steps at the counter. I, personally, was shaking in my freakin' boots. But to her it just seemed like another regular day.

"Ma'am, have you seen a boy? Approximately aged ten." I looked up in wide-eyed horror as the librarian once again pursed her lips.

"No I have not. Now would you please leave, this is alarming the children." I gave a quiet sigh of relief and she let out a small laugh.

"Sorry Ma'am." And then I could hear the heavy footsteps subside and I let out a huge sigh of relief. Her laugh was louder as she came out under the wood. As I got out I saw she was making conversation with the woman.

"Thank you! I was worried that you would tell him!" she said, smiling upwards.

"Do I ever tell on you?" she said, although her voice was still a little harsh. One more graceful smile and she turned back to me.

"So…where do you live?" she said as I stared in astonishment. This girl just saved me from jail; I just did not know what to say.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" And of course I had to resort to my lack of manners as a thank you.

It didn't seem to faze her as she just sighed, grabbing my hand and pulling me along. "Well then, I guess you'll just have to come to my house until you tell me." And even before I could start objecting I could tell this stubborn girl wouldn't hear any of it.

"Madame Annabelle… should I ask?" I looked over to see a woman holding the door to the humongous house she brought me to. I could see the girl smile and laugh.

"Probably not Marie; and I asked you to not call me Madame."

"Of course Ms. Ryder." She smiled, and I saw Annabelle roll her eyes.

I did not know what to think. She was a schoolgirl, yet she giggled as we ran from the cops. She was thin, and yet she was stronger than any girl I've fought with. She came out of the library and yet she was willing to help a delinquent. She was just annoying.

Her house was huge, it was so large I could not even see everything it contained. I did not know what to think. When we got to her room she pushed me down on the bed. I gave her an annoyed look. "I mean I appreciated the whole hiding me thing, but why this?"

She laughed and grabbed her touch screen board, quietly calling for the med kit. A drawer slid open across from the room and she moved there. "Why did you steal that car?" she asked, avoiding my question. I rolled my eyes, wondering why I had not tried to run already, and sighed.

"I hate my Uncle."

She brought the kit to the bed and sat there as well. She moved my chin until I was facing her. She took out some antibiotic healer and and massaged it over my cheek. "Oh well that's a great reason. I hate my dad and I don't go around crashing first class cars into poles."

"Maybe you're situation is different than mine. It was a hydrant anyway." I mumbled out the last part, trying to do something to make this not sound so stupid.

She cocked her eyebrow as she moved onto another scrape, "They still have those things? We don't even use them anymore."

For the first time I showed any other emotion than contempt, throwing my hands up in exasperation, "I know!"

She smiled and laughed again, and I knew that I would not be leaving this place without a friend.

"Captain, we've captured the warbird. The hostages are on there as you said they would be."

Capatin Kirk looked up in a disinterested manner, rubbing his eyes and trying to regain consciousness. "That's great ensign. Read the names of the hostages."

"Yes, Captain." He pulled out a list of the hostages files. "All hostages are earth-born. Number one is Heather Lamaar, aged thirty seven, communications expert onboard U.S.S. Galaxy. Hostage number two is Gabriel Knight, aged twenty six, assistant engineer onboard the same ship. Hostage number three is Annabelle Ryder," The tired captain looked up at that, not knowing exactly why. "aged twenty four, pilot of the U.S.S. Galaxy."

"What are the conditions of the hostages?" He asked, a little too breathless for the captain's normal confident tone.

"All but Ms. Ryder are in stable conditions. She has gone critical since our rescue." Kirk had no clue why he had become so worried, but Jim could feel something tug at his small amount of memories. He had no clue who she was but he still felt my mouth go dry.

Okay! So here's the first chapter! The present day stuff is in third person if you didn't get it!

Oooh i wonder why he can't remember her?!? :) If you want more chapters i am holding them hostage! only reviews will set them free!!! MWUHAHAHAHA