Alright well this was sitting in my head for a while. I've always liked Startrek, but this is based off of the new 2009 movie. It's kinda been sitting in the back of my mind, and decided to write some of it while I wait for the rest of my writers block to leave. The first two chapters at least are just going to be a recap of the movie with paraphrased dialogue and is a little more rushed as if things were happening in a blur, which is intentional. I have added a few of my own ideas to this setting up the plot.

At moments the characters will seem a little out of character some of it is intentional and some of it not so much, it's mostly done with Spock just to show the difference there is between the people he trusts and those he does not.

Any way I don't own these characters we have just been given permission to make the characters do as we please in a way of expressing our artistic differences. Any way on to the story.

Chuckling once again under his breath Jim Kirk straightened his red cadet uniform. It was the day of his academic hearing, by most accounts he should not be laughing. However Jim knew it was a formality, just something to appease his Vulcan accuser, he was not getting kicked out of StarFleet. Especially since the board approved the first step of many that allowed this day to come and pass.

Jim was smart, he knew he was smart even if others didn't think so. After his first failed attempt, he didn't shrug it off like most cadets. It was supposed to be a no-win scenario, but there was no such thing in Jim's mind. No there are always chances to improve the situation in your favor, you just have to observe them. That is what he failed to do, something he would not fail again.

He knew there was something he was missing, there had to be more then a simple out numbering situation. Their shields shouldn't have gone down as easily as they did, these ships where designed to take the brunt of a Klingon attack. The test was created by Professor Spock, and Vulcans would never bother with a situation that would never really come to pass. There was something he was missing and Jim was determined to figure it out.

Which he did. There was a small, yet effective, line of Vulcan code that compromised the shields. They were weakened because of the virus. It is not unbelievable that Klingons would use a federation language to render a ship defenseless, so this was what he was looking for. it was a matter of re-routing the system, it was to late for that now but his final attempt he would win.

He suppose he had a hand up with this simulation considering no other command track student was allowed to take any other class. Jim was granted special permission considering that his work load was simply not enough, he was almost to smart. So he studied engineering, security, Science, read the medical books that Bones just left lying around their dorm room. That still wasn't enough, he wanted to know it all. He needed to know what the communications side of it did.

Normally they didn't want a captain to be able to tell their department heads how to do their job better. For a ship to run properly trust was needed, between the Captain and his head officers and vice-verse. If the Captain knew all about their stations no one would think that their skills were relied upon.

However Jim begged and pleaded with every member, promising no one would know about his knowledge. He would keep his extra studies a secret, and even if he bragged every now and again no one would believe him. That was the best thing about being under estimated.

Eventually he got them to agree, and he started video lessons with one not amused Professor Spock. Who begrudgingly taught Jim, and even praised him for his surprising talent for communications. If a slightly veiled insult with no tone of voice could be called praise. Spock was a fantastic teacher, and so was partly to blame for the situation they found themselves in today.

Jim recognized the code as Vuclan and on his third attempt, as lines of code were streaming in, he sent the virus hurtling back at the imaginary Klingon ship. The unexpected move caused the system to shut down for a moment, resetting with the new situation. Kirk was over joyed at beating the test until he was told he was being accused of cheating, and then he was overwhelmed with the Irony that Pike was right. You could be to smart for you're own good.

The best part, in Jim's mind that is, was the fact that he didn't hear the news from Pike or Bones. He heard it from Spock first, who had taken to communicating outside of their lessons with him. Spock had no idea, but merely found comfort in being able to talk to someone who could finally understand. He got to know the Professor, better then he should have.

He received message after message of Spock 'not' admitting his 'not' frustration. At least a week went by with 'not' ranting messages from Spock, and calm and collected replies from the other. It was almost instinct to them, one would be frustrated or angry (or in the case of Spock some major denial as to what he was feeling) and the other one was sound and calm. A rock in a storm, an illogical an analogy as Spock would point out. So he was calm and collected, and almost feeling guilty that he couldn't tell Spock the truth.

Then came the day when Spock announced his logical solution to the whole problem. To remove Jim from the Academy, until he could prove his worth. Again.

In a long convoluted way (which is the way of Jim's mind) it was a humorous situation, one of which the StarFleet council would find a quick and easy solution. So confident as ever James T. Kirk strode into the auditorium, prepared to do the whole charade and get everything settled.

He was called down, accused of certain untrue charges. The council was looking the slightest bit nervous, as if Jim might blow their favoritism to finish everything nice and easy. Instead Jim asked if he could face his accuser, and his heart skipped a beat or two when the tall and lean Vulcan stood making his way down the stairs to stand at the empty podium.

Jim acted cocky, a bravado to make it seem like his palms weren't secretly sweating. That was until his father was brought up. Out went his acting and in came his anger. All his life he had been compared to his father, the one time hero sacrificing his life. He may have been a brave Starfleet officer, but it was unfair to judge him by what his father had done. Yes his emotions were on the rise, but that was what the Vulcan wanted. He wanted to prove that he was unfit to serve that the lesson of the simulation was lost on his inferior mind.

It was like a life sized version of their virtual chest matches. He'd make a move and watch for Jim to make his. One unfair comment on his side and was watching closely for a crack in his defense. However the game was not to be played out in full, the emergency message from Vulcan interrupted all thoughts and had every attending member rushing for the hangers.

Academic suspension, for Kirk, meant that he was not signed to a ship and would be unable to help in the crisis. Unable to be there for the Vulcan who had put him in the situation, and despite everything that is what he wanted to do. He wanted to give a small reassuring smile and tell him that he would make it. It was great when Bones took pity on him for everything.

So once again fate had him standing off against the one person he wanted to stand beside as he argued his point. They were going to die if they didn't stop in time, if they chose not to believe him it wouldn't matter in three minutes when they reached their destination. Maybe it was something in his voice or in his eyes, but Spock backed down and backed him up.

"Lieutenant Uhura is unmatched in her field," Spock intoned allowing his mind to slip to the only other one to compare to her. His name was unknown, and Spock illogically hoped that he was still alive that he was on board the Enterprise.

They dropped out just in time, debris came flying towards them, narrowly missing them. Then they met Nero. Jim couldn't help but wonder at exactly what made the Romulan lose it, but he didn't have time to think on it. He was needed to space jump on to the machine that was drilling a hole into Vulcan.

He hadn't fought in a while now, but his body fell into it naturally. It was like riding a bike, his body simply remembered the movement. Unfortunately the easy way to take down the machine was lost with the officer who didn't quite know how to land, so they did it in the old fashioned way. The way that old Terran films showed, they shot it down.

Now him and Sulu were hurtling towards the desert like surface, preparing to die upon impact, instead they crashed down on to the transport pad, cracking the fragile glass. Really who made something like that out of glass, that was just asking for shit to go wrong.

Just after they landed and cleared the pad, Spock got on it. Jim wanted nothing more then to beam onto the planet beside his Professor, and secret friend. It felt like an eternity before Spock reappeared arm out stretched and his eyes full of horror and heartbreak. Jim understood in an instant, Spock had lost the one person who had loved him for just being him. His mother was gone and Jim's heart broke too, he was unable to help.

Any form of comfort would be received with hostility, there was no logical reason he would be offering comfort. So Jim let him walk by heading to his quarters, probably to meditate before taking command of the ship.

Jim was told to rest, but he could not. There was so much pain to be endured this day, and he wished to help those in the most pain. Deciding that sleep would not happen Jim headed to the hanger where the rescued Vulcans were residing. There were not enough sleeping quarters in the ship, and they would not part from one another not after what had happened.

They watched him with guarded expressions as they were attended to by other officers, every movement from every side was calculated. The officers avoided any unnecessary contact, and the Vulcans seemed to draw away from any contact more then they did before.

Jim noticed a small Vulcan girl hiding beneath a table, her emotional and mental shields were down. She seemed to be moaning out for her mother, and Jim assumed that both her parental bonds had been stripped away. He also noticed how she cradled her wrist protectively. Before he knew what he was doing he grabbed a bandage from Bones and approached the girl carefully, as he did so he blocked his emotions and thoughts using the techniques that Spock had taught him while dealing with Vulcans.

The little girl was slightly surprised when he gripped her wrist gently, and yet no thoughts or feelings leaked through their contact. He gave her a small smile at her inquisitive look.

"It doesn't always seem like it, but I know what I'm doing," he murmured gently, "As I understand Vulcans do not enjoy fictional tales to offer comfort," he sent a side glance in her direction and smiled slightly when he received a small nod, "Would you like a historic account of something that happened to me, I can't promise it'll be completely void of my perceptions but I can give it a try."

He glanced over her again, and while she gave no outward sign that she found what he said amusing, there was a small glimmer in her eyes that spoke volumes. She gave one small nod and Jim smiled again, he thought for a moment before he spoke. He was sure that she would enjoy the story in her own language. (A/N Story will not be translated to Vulcan)

"What age are you?" he asked noting the small widening of the girls eyes as she recognized her own language coming from his mouth.

"Eleven, sir." Jim nodded again, and smiled slightly understanding that she was simplifying her answer for him, rather then entering into a long explanation like Spock had done on a few occasions.

"When this happened to me I was twelve. Are you aware of the events that occurred on Tarus lV?" the young girl nodded again, "I was there. I was among the few that had managed to survive the attack. With me were six other children of similar age."

As Jim continued his story he noticed other Vulcan children gathering around listening intently. The adults where drawn to the strange officer that was speaking their language and had managed to lesson the sound of mourning Vulcans. Among the fascinated adults was Spock's father, he made a mental note to ask Spock on the strange officer.

Spock entered about the middle of Kirks story, and noticed the strange gathering of what was left of his people. Spotting his father he made his way over, he glanced once at his father and then down to what had them so captivated. There was James T. Kirk sitting in the center, casually attending wounds while he told his story, speaking in perfect Vulcan.

His father pulled him away, noting the closest equivalent to a shocked expression on a Vulcans face, "Am I correct in stating that he is not one of your students?" Spock nodded, "He speaks Vulcan well, and has impressive shielding on his emotions and thoughts."

"I was not aware he knew Vulcan, or about Vulcans." Spock concurred.

"Or that at the age of twelve he kept himself and six other children alive through the events that occurred on Tarus lV?"

"Is that the tale he is telling?" Spock's father nodded once in the affirmative, "Once he is finished his tale, will you inform him I have reached a decision on what our next course of action will be?" his father nodded once more and Spock turned and left, allowing his gaze to linger on Jim.

Jim finished his story and looked around at the Vulcans who looked like they benefited from a logical, factual story of survival. There was no similarity between the events that happened so many years ago and what occurred only a few hours ago, but he figured if they saw that he survived though something like that then it would support their conclusions that they to would survive. He pulled himself away from the Vulcans and turned to face Spock's father.

"My son has informed me that you are to report to the bridge, he has made a choice on what to do next."

"My thanks, Sir." Jim said smiling slightly, before bowing his head slightly.

Jim had been feeling good. He bonded with other Vulcans, and had a sneaking suspicion he might have impressed Spock, again. However this time it was as Cadet/ current First Officer Kirk not student number 01254.

This feel good mood was soon abolished when he heard Spock's decision to head back to Starfleet to rejoin the remaining fleet instead of going after Pike. Being the person that he is, he never let anyone do something he disagreed with unless he mentioned that he disagreed. So now they were fighting again, Jim had a great deal of valid points but Spock was refusing to listen.

"And what of the Vulcan survivors?" Spock questioned an eyebrow raising as if taunting Jim that Spock was aware of the man's weakness for life, "Are they to join the rest of the ship in a risky mission?"

"Don't even try that one Spock!" Jim blurted out, he was not going to be manipulated and one raised eyebrow made him realize that no matter what he seemed to have him cornered. Like the chess games they had often played back on earth, Jim just had to think of a way out of it, "You know as well as I that they were being shipped to the nearest Federation base to rest before heading to earth and attempting to find a new planet. This is occurring tomorrow as I am sure you're aware, Captain."

He tried really hard to keep the anger out of his voice, really now was not the time for Spock to be stubborn. However Spock remained so, ordering Jim off of the bridge and when the order was not complied with. He nerve pinched him, and then all Jim saw was black.

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"Damn sneaky Vulcan," Jim muttered as he observed where he was. Trapped in an escape pod on a very cold planet. Sighing he pushed his way out ignoring the computer generated voice telling him it was a bad idea. James T. Kirk didn't really listen to anyone, especially when the directions were coming from a computer.

When the earth trembled slightly, and Jim found himself being chased he silently cursed his inability to listen. When the other creature was eaten there was a small sliver of relief, until he realized what ate the other thing was much bigger. Not to mention faster and still very hungry.

Looking around desperately for a way out of the situation he found himself in, he was immensely grateful for the man- or alien- that had come to his rescue. It seemed like his famous Kirk luck was still holding out for the time being. Hopefully this new person- or alien- wouldn't attempt to eat him.

The first thing that he noticed was that the one responsible for saving him was a Vulcan. Which was strange, why would a Vulcan be on an ice planet. As far as any records showed except for the Vulcans involved with Starfleet all Vulcans were there when it was attacked.

"Is this planet some weird Vulcan punishment. You did something to raise their anger- that they deny- and were sent here?"

There was a small chuckle, which managed to surprise Jim. He might see why Vulcans banished the old loon, he was as emotional as a human. "It was Nero actually, Jim."

"How do you know my name?" Jim asked, he felt comfortable for a moment because his savior standing before him was a Vulcan. Now he was aware that he was a crazy Vulcan who might be reading his thoughts as he spoke. Instantly the sheilds in Jim's mind went up, he didn't need the Vulcan figuring out his escape plan- if he ever got one.

"Forgive me, I must remember that you are not quite the same Jim I knew. I am Spock. You and I have always been great friends."

"Bullshit!"

End Chapter 1

Alright that was the first chapter, a kind of pilot to see what the people reading this think about it. So let me know if I should continue it. Thanks :D