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Introduction

Jane Tabitha Kirk took her seat on the shuttle bound for Starfleet. She nodded her greeting to Uhura who smiled at her before turning her attention to what her friend was saying to her, who was sitting in the seat on her left.

Glancing round Jane caught sight of 'Cupcake', as she had taken to calling the jerk who had been drunk enough to think it was a good idea to punch her when she has refused him, who glared at her. Jane just winked at him before a voice caught her attention at the back of the shuttle as she was pulling on her belt.

"You need a doctor," A woman had just told someone.

"I told you people," A male voice replied. "I don't need a doctor, damn it. I am a doctor."

The voice reminded her of John Grimm, only this voice had an undercurrent of a Georgian accent.

Jane fastened her belt with a look of sadness.

Once upon a time Jane Tabitha Kirk had been Mrs Grimm.

She had once been known as Helena Engel-Sato, an archaeologist, biologist and geneticist working for the UAC on Mars and that was where she had meet John Grimm, a marine and the twin brother of one of her work colleagues and closest friend, Samantha Grimm.

The two of them had just clicked.

Jane would be the first to admit they had many disagreements over the years they were together on a great many things, but what they had, it had been true love.

Not five years after they had meet on Mars, they were married and ten years after that, she died in a car crash. After John disappeared like smoke in the wind. Not that Jane could have approached him, she was dead on record after all.

She had then hacked the database and forged herself a new identify.

From there she travelled around Europe taking up a new identify every ten to fifteen years. And after the turn of the twenty-third century, she went back to the USA and that's how she found herself aboard a shuttle bound for Starfleet with a name that wasn't her own.

Only this time Jane Tabitha Kirk wasn't a name she had made up, it was a name she had taken from someone else, not that the original Jane would be missed. She had been killed by her stepfather, Frank, just after her eleventh birthday after she had crashed a car into a quarry. Her older brother had been killed by Frank too after he tried to run away.

She didn't need to worry about Winona either.

The women had died alongside her children. Franks had beaten her to death before turning his old fashioned hand gun on himself. How the local authorities hadn't found out about this, she didn't know.

An entire family had disappeared and nobody had noticed.

It was strange and highly worrying. And if it hadn't been for Pike mistaking her for one Jane Tabitha Kirk, she wouldn't have the name she was currently using and she would never have found the skeletons of the Kirk family in their old home, which had mysteriously caught fire not long after she had found it.

"You need to get back to your seat," The women said.

"I had one," The man answered. "In the bathroom with no windows."

Jane finally caught sight of him and when she did she could only stare at him in shock.

He looked just like John Grimm.

"You need to get back to your seat," The women, Jane could tell, was very close to losing her temper. "Now!"

"I suffer from aviophobia," The man replied. "That means fear of dying in something that flies."

Jane looked round wildly, as she realised they were heading in her direction. The only free seat left was right next to her. She couldn't do this, even after all this time, she still loved John Grimm… She couldn't sit next to someone who looked so much like him.

Her heart wouldn't be able to take it.

"Sir, for your own safety," The women all but yelled at him. "Sit down or else I'll make you sit down!"

"Fine," The man growled, falling into the seat beside Jane.

"Thank you," The women muttered before walking off.

"This is Captain Pike, we've been cleared for take-off," Pike's voice sounded over the intercom.

"I may throw up on you," The man warned her, without looking at her.

"I think these things are pretty safe," Jane answered.

The man's head snapped up and he stared at her.

Jane shifted slightly in her seat feeling uncomfortable.

The man even had the same coloured eyes as John.

He just stared at her, but Jane got a feeling it wasn't her he was seeing, but someone else.

"Don't pander to me kid," He finally replied. "One tiny crack in the hull and our blood boils in 13 seconds. A solar flare might crop up, cook us in our seats. And wait 'til you're sitting pretty with a case of Andorian shingles, see if you're still so relaxed when your eyeballs are bleeding. Space is disease and danger, wrapped in darkness and silence."

God, he even acted like John.

"Well I hate to break this to you," Jane almost smiled. "But Starfleet operates in space."

"Yeah," The man answered pulling a flask from his pocket and unscrewing the top. "Well... I've got nowhere else to go, the ex-wife took the whole damn planet in the divorce… All I've got left is my bones."

Jane couldn't help but feel angry and jealous at the same time as watched as the man took a drink from his flask, before he offered it to her.

Jane took it and held it up in a slight toast.

"Jane Kirk," She introduced herself, before taking a drink.

It was John's favourite.

"McCoy," The man answered, taking the flask as she handed back. "Leonard McCoy."

And Jane couldn't help but think back to how she and John had first met all those years ago...

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Hey, I hope you enjoyed the start of this story. I might not update it for a while, it was a just an idea I got stuck in my head and had to write out. It's been partly inspired by a story on here called 'Lost Stars' by MissEclipse9856 and reaching Doom not long after reading it. I would leave this idea unpublished but last time I did that with a story idea, I forgot about it and this site deletes documents saved on it after a set amount of days, so the I lost it :/ Until next time,

Blessed be,

TreeOfLife1997.