Post Mortem

Okay so here goes the second chapter of the star trek and vampire diaries crossover! This chapter is introducing Kirk and the some of the Enterprise crew, yay! So I going to be using scenes from the movie but please do not be too harsh if they are inaccurate because the lines are from memory, some clips from YouTube and Memory Alpha. So this is me disclaiming.

Now on with the show!

Chapter two-Shattered glass

Earth, San Francisco 2259.55

Jim Kirk gripped his glass of Romulan ale as he drowned his sorrows away. Damn traitorous Vulcan, making me lose my ship with his stupidity, Jim thought bitterly. He tried to calm his thoughts as he placed the glass on the bar's dirty counter. He turned his blonde head to the side to get a better look of his surroundings.

His blue eyes caught onto a pretty girl dressed in a tight black dress sitting two stools over from him, alone. Jim's instincts immediately kick in; she's exactly his type tall, dark and gorgeous. He opens his mouth to spill out some overly clever and flattering pick up line when the wrinkly old face of Christopher Pike blocks his view.

Jim sighs in disappointment as the unknown girl leaves, what a way to cock block Pike.

Pike gives him a disapproving glare as he sits down in the empty stool next to Kirk.

"How'd you find me?" Kirk asks, annoyed.

Chris smirks slightly in a way that only a person who knows everything can, "I know you better than you think I do."

Jim glances down at his drink avoiding the unwanted eye contact. Pike just continues not noticing his uncomfortable posture, "I mean the first time I found you was in a dive like this, remember that?"

The memory of Pike standing tall in the doorway of the bar as he hung upside down from a bar table trying not to puke up his own blood, flashed through Jim's mind. A small smile formed on his lips, it was the day Pike offered him his destiny and changed his life forever. Jim swore he would never forget that day as long as he lived.

Chris then proceeded to shatter the warm moment by saying, "You got your ass handed to you."

The former Captain snorted, "No, I didn't."

Pike raised his eyebrows mockingly, "You don't?"

"No no, that didn't happen." Jim continued to deny.

"It was an epic beating."

"No it wasn't."

"You had napkins hanging out of your nose, did you not?"

Jim couldn't deny it anymore and started laughing about his own crazy stunts, "Yeah, that was a good fight." His smile fell quickly off his face when he realized that all his stunts tend to have such dramatic repercussions.

Pike tilted his head to the side and snorted, "A good fight." He repeated before shaking his head.

"I think that is your problem right there."

A scholar silence fell between them as they glanced at each other.

Sadness and guilt filled Pike's brown eyes before he said, "They gave her back to me...the Enterprise."

Jim's soul was crushed momentarily, God he loved his ship. She was the only place he ever felt at home in, his crew was like his family. He then remembered the way Spock filed that report that got him inevitable demoted and his baby was taken away from him. He knew that the Vulcan was a stickler for the rules but did he have to be so anal to actually write a report on how badly they screwed up the mission on Nibiru, after they risked everything to save his life?

Kirk laughed bitterly, "Watch out for that First Officer, he's a real piece of work, damn pointy eared Bastard."

"Spock isn't my first officer; he has been reassigned to the USS Bradbury." Pike comments easily.

Kirk's ears perk up in surprise; well he wasn't expecting any sort of punishment for Spock. He wondered how the rest of the Enterprise crew were going to get along without him and the pointy eared devil around.

"I pulled some strings; I got them to assign you as my First Officer."

Jim turned to face him; he was going to see his again after all, "Really?"

Pike grunted deeply, "Really. Be grateful, I had to do a lot of ass kissing to you back on the Enterprise. Don't screw it up…again."

Kirk smiled for the first time in days.

Pike stood up abruptly and nodded towards the door, "Come on we got a meeting attention to. It's about the attack on London, it is important so behave."

Jim stands up and salutes Pike mockingly before following him out the door.

Earth, San Francisco, Starfleet headquarters 2259.55

Jim walked through the halls of Starfleet's headquarters with a purpose. He was determined to act like an adult to show the big wigs admirals that he was responsible enough to have his ship back. Just as he pressed the button for the lift, he heard an annoyingly familiar monotone voice call out behind him.

"Captain!"

Jim resisted the urge to punch Spock in the face as he caught up to him just as the elevators' doors opened. The two of them stepped inside together as naturally in sync as ever.

Kirk gritted his teeth together, "I'm not a captain anymore, Spock. I got demoted to First Officer when they gave Pike by the Enterprise. You have been reassigned to the USS Bradbury and are to be Captain Abbot's First Officer."

Spock seemed surprised and even a bit relieved by this information, "I am surprised and relieved that the consequences were not as severe as I expected."

Jim's eyes twitched in irritation, it was times like these that he just wanted to throttle the Vulcan next to him, "There would have been no 'consequences' if you hadn't filed that report."

Spock turned to him one of his eyebrows arched up to meet his inky straight bangs, "Captain, I do not understand your anger. I admit I should have told you I sent a report but I assumed you would be truthful in your Captain's log."

Count to ten, Jim. Kirk repeated to himself as the lift's doors opened and they both stepped out into the hallway.

"Look, I saved your life, Spock. Where I come from, one should be grateful to the person that saved you. Not stab them in the back."

A brief flicker of emotion flashed through Spock's brown eyes, "Captain…I…"

They were interrupted by a short scruffy man dressed in a Starfleet Captain's uniform, he addressed Spock directly, "Commander Spock, I'm Captain Frank Abbot. It appears that you will be with me on the USS Bradbury."

Spock glanced quickly at Jim before turning his gaze back on Abbot, he inclined his head politely, "It will be a pleasure serving with you, sir."

Abbot nodded in response and then headed into the conference room.

Jim felt a pain in his gut; it was going to be a long before he saw Spock again, if he ever saw Spock again…

All the anger seemed to diminish inside Kirk as he glanced up at his ridiculously tall friend, "Look…I'm going to miss you...alright?" He said begrudgingly.

Spock seemed confused and unsure of how reply.

Kirk rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed scoff before stomping into the conference room. The room itself was pretty fancy, even by Starfleet standards. Everything seemed to be made of glass, the walls, the floor, ceiling, even the conference table was made of crystal clear glass. There was a full wall mirror that faced out towards the city, he saw see the tops of apartment buildings for miles and just on the horizon the outline of the coast. Millions of tiny lights twinkled; representing the lives of the inhabitants that had turned them on.

Jim walked across the room to where Pike was sitting at the conference table; he sat down beside him and waited for the meeting to begin. He saw, Spock sit on the other side of the table directly in front of him. Jim felt awkward under his star and fidgeted in his seat before glancing down at his PADD.

The doors swished close as Admiral Marcus stepped through. All the Captains and First Officers stood in respect for the head of Starfleet. Jim surveyed the man, he was fairly good looking for someone of his age, he stood tall and proud like a soldier. He was dressed in the black and white Admiral's uniform. He nodded in acknowledgement to them and then sat down at the head of the table. The second he was fully seated, the rest sat as well.

The lights dimmed as Admiral Marcus began to speak, "As we all know, this morning at 06:34 a mass explosion went off inside the Kelvin Memorial Archive in London England. The man who set off the explosive device was named Lieutenant Thomas Harewood."

Silence filled the room at this news.

Marcus looked around at them seriously, "He however did not act alone. At 06:33 I received a message from Harewood, a confession of what he was about to do. Apparently he was working for a man named John Harrison."

From the ceiling a hologram of the incident was projected onto the table and all their PADDs had miniature versions.

"Harrison was part of a secret military operation, we have been working on. After the destruction of Vulcan, Starfleet has decided to take greater precautions when it comes to the safety of the Federation. Harrison was the best and brightest officer we had working on the job. Although he went rogue a few months back and by organizing this operation has started a one man war against Starfleet."

The entire room was stunned into silence.

Marcus folded his hands together and looked at every member attending this meeting, "You heard me right. He was one of us but now he is an enemy. His actions caused the deaths of forty two innocent people; he must be brought to justice."

Jim stopped listening after Marcus began to rant off about regulations regarding the capture of Harrison. Something didn't sit right with him about the whole situation. Who would destroy an archive where all the information was already on public record? He searches through the events on his PADD until he finds what he's looking for, John Harrison. He enlarges the image of his face; he was on scene the day of the explosion. Jim frowns at the curious object in his hand that his is loading onto a combat jumpship. What the hell is that?

He leaned over to whisper into Pike's ear, "This doesn't make any sense…why destroy the archive?"

Pike frowned back at him, "This isn't the time, Kirk."

"But-"

"Commander Kirk, do you have something to share?" Admiral Marcus asked.

Jim inwardly winces at the title Commander; those wounds were still too fresh. Blood rushed to his cheeks like he was in elementary school again being singled out by the teacher.

"It's nothing, sir." He grunts.

Admiral Marcus raises an eyebrow, "Come on now, son. This is no time for tight lips, tell us what you were about say."

Having no choice now, Kirk stands up and transfers the image from his PADD to the main projection on the table.

"I was just pointing out to Captain Pike that it seems strange to destroy the archive. I mean all the records were open to the public, it's not like they were classified. This was not just a random act of terrorism; this was planned. Harrison knew what he was doing; the attack on London could just be the beginning."

Kirk clears his throat and glances around the room of confused looking officers, "He was one of us, so he knows the regulations…"

He trails off as his face paled in realization, "Starfleet regulation dictates that after an act of terrorism has happened, all Starfleet Admirals, Captains and First Officers must report for a meeting in the Daystrom Conference room…this very room."

Jim's breath hitched in his throat as he spun around just in time to a combat jumpship that came into view through the bay window, its phasers locked on to the room of helpless officers.

Jim spun back around to face his fellow officers, "Clear the room!" He yelled before dropping to the floor.

In that second the whole full wall window shattered into millions of tiny pieces, as the phasers shot through it. Kirk felt the bits of glass fall into his back, making little cuts in his uniform; he risked a peek up to see how the other officers were fairing. The screams of pain and fear were nearly drowned out by the sound of the phasers blasting; Jim watched as Starfleet's most important leaders fell dead onto the glass floor.

He knew he had to do something, was his elite combat training he crawled along the floor while avoiding the phasers' attacks.

Once he was out of the room and into the hallway, Jim had to clear his head and think of a plan. He ran to a window to get a better look at the pilot of the jump ship. He squinted to see the calm face of John Harrison as he opened fire on the innocents in the conference room. Jim had to think fast, he glanced behind him to see an emergency fire hose connected to the wall. He looked quickly back at the jumpship and noticed that its exterior exhaust pipe which led to the engine was just big enough to fit the entire hose compartment.

He picked a rifle that was lying on the floor and ran over to the box, smashing the compartment for the hose, grabbed it, tied the rifle around it and blasted the window open. He had only one shot, Jim swung the fire hose around three times before letting it fly. It sailed through the air perfectly and was sucked into the exterior exhaust pipe. Jim smirked at his own brilliance.

The smirk was wiped off quickly when the force of the suction ripped the hose compartment from the wall launched it across the room. He dove out of the way, and just missed being smack by the hose. The hose compartment was thrown out the window and was also caught in the suction of the exhaust pipe. A small explosion erupted from the engine inside the jumpship. Jim watched in satisfaction as Harrison realized the problem and his gaze shot over to the blonde man. The two men stared each other down until a smirk appeared on Harrison's face as white light began to whip around him as he transported away, abandoning his jumpship. The ship immediately starting dropping before it propelled forward and smacked into the side of the building and then dropped down to the streets below.

Jim let out a sigh of relief at his achievement. He shook himself realizing that his friends were still in danger. He ran back down the hallway when he spotted the crouching form of Spock hunched over the body of-to his horror-Captain Pike. Jim bolted to their sides panicking for his friend and father figure.

Red blood stained the front of Chris' uniform as the older man struggled for breath. Spock had his fingers sprawled out across Pike's face in a Vulcan mind melt; Jim couldn't say a word to him before the Captain drew his last breath and his eyes glazed over in death.

Tears prickled Jim's eyes as he placed a hand on Spock's shoulder as he stood up shakily. He was the Captain of the Enterprise again but his promotion came in the worst possible way, hatred coursed through him as he swore and kicked the wall beside him.

Spock continued to stare down at Captain Pike's body, trying to keep his Vulcan mask intact but failing greatly. He was really shaken by feeling everything the Captain felt as he passed. It chilled the Vulcan deeply; he would have to meditate upon this later.

Jim was nearly ripping out his sandy blonde hair from its roots; Harrison was going to pay for this.

….

Jim was brooding alone in his apartment when his PADD rung so obnoxiously that it could no longer be ignored.

He grumbled as he reached out and pressed the answer button, "Hello?"

"Captain, it seems that our presence has been requested by Chief Engineer Scott at Starfleet headquarters." The smooth voice of Spock echoed throughout the apartment.

Kirk perked up, "What is it?"

"He has been researching the wreckage of Harrison's jumpship and came across a peculiar piece of equipment that may be of some use to the investigation."

He shot up and swung his feet over his bed and slipped on some shoes.

"What time did he want us to meet him?"

"In half an hour, Captain."

"I'll be there soon."

"Affirmative, Captain."

With that he hung up and marched towards his door, with a slight smirk on his face. This was their only chance of tracking down Harrison so Kirk could avenge Pike.

The trip back to Starfleet headquarters took Jim less time than he realized, do to his eagerness. He met up with Spock and the two of them rushed off to the southern courtyard. When they arrived, Scotty was standing by a cement wall with a large piece of metal in his hands. As they reached the Chief Engineer Kirk shouted out to him.

"What the hell is that, Scotty?"

The Scottish man looked down at the hunk of metal in his arms and replies, "It's a transwarp device of some type. Looks homemade, it's quite a nifty little invention. I was able to nick it off the jumpship."

Kirk raises his eyebrows in surprise, "A transwarp? Are you saying that Harrison made that himself?"

"Ay, sir. Quite impressive isn't it?"

Spock seemed less impressed, "Were you able to detect the last destination when it was being used?"

Scotty paled, "I did, sir. But there's a wee problem."

Jim crossed his arms against his chest in impatience, "Well what's the problem?"

The Engineer gulped, "He picked a place we cannot go, Captain. Qo'nos."

Kirk's eyes widened in shock, Oh fuck me.

…..

Kirk ran like a bat out of hell through the halls of headquarters towards Admiral Marcus' office. He ignored the strange looks from security and Spock nagging in his ear about regulation and codes; he had to get to Marcus now.

He burst through the doors interrupting a meeting of the Starfleet Admirals in the process.

Between breaths he shouted, "I know where he is!"

Admiral Marcus stood up from his chair and turned to his subordinates, "Dismissed."

He turned to Jim with an exhausted look on his face, "Well, Kirk spit it out."

Jim swallowed and continued, "We've located John Harrison, sir. We found him."

An unknown emotion flickered across the Admiral's face, "Really? Well where is he, son I don't have all day."

The Captain swayed on the balls on his feet, "Well…he's on Qo'nos, sir. We believe he is hiding in an uninhabited province."

Marcus' face fell, "Well that's just fucking perfect. I figured he'd do something like that. Sneaky bastard had to pick the one planet the Federation can't step foot on without starting a war."

Jim stood up tall, "That is why I'm here, sir. I want permission to go after him. He is a traitor and a criminal and he must be brought to justice."

The older man's face softened a little, "Starfleet isn't about vendetta, Kirk."

"Maybe it should be." Jim replied puffing out his chest.

Marcus sat down at his desk and motioned for Kirk to do the same, "You want revenge for Pike's death, and I understand that…He's the one who convinced you to enlist in Starfleet, didn't he?"

Jim nodded in confirmation.

Sadness leaked through the Admiral's brown eyes, "Guess who was the one, who convinced him…His death is on hands…Yours cannot be too."

"But with all due respect, sir-" Kirk started but was cut off.

"No you listen, son. Do you want to know why Harrison went rouge?"

Jim sat back and listened.

Marcus sighed and ran his fingers through his receding hairline, "I prayed to God that I would never have to tell anyone one about this…but the Kelvin memorial archive was not an archive at all."

The Admiral ignored Jim's frown of confusion and continued, "It was actually called Section 31 a classified black ops division of Starfleet. Its purpose was to design and create advanced weaponry. The Klingon Empire is growing and threatening war against the Federation. The weapons created at Section 31 were meant to ward off a potential Klingon invasion. Harrison was our best agent but his thirst for war turned him against us."

Kirk was shocked into silence.

"You see, Harrison knew exactly what he was doing when he bombed Section 31 and now he's hiding on Qo'nos. He knows that if we go anywhere near the planet it'll start an inner-galactic conflict, however as far as I'm concerned war is already starting between us and the Klingons."

Jim folded his hands together in a pleading manner, "All the more reason to go after him. If he continues to run lose who knows what he could accomplish. The Klingons believe in honour beyond anything else, clearly Harrison has none. If we just explain the situation to them, perhaps we can capture him and bring him to justice."

Marcus stared off pensively, "This would be completely against regulation and not under Starfleet orders…Did you say he was hiding in an uninhabited province?"

"Yes, sir."

"I agree with you, Jim that this traitorous bastard has to be put down by any means necessary. We have developed these advanced long-range torpedoes. Take seventy two of them with you; make sure there are no other citizens in the province and blast the bastard into dust. But remember this is classified."

Jim grinned that he got his way once again, "Of course Admiral."

Damon strutted through the San Francisco Starfleet hanger bay like he owned the place. He was sporting the blue uniform of a Chief Weapons Technician. The fact he was able to enlist in Starfleet and become an officer in such a short time was amazing, compulsion was a truly beautiful thing.

Ever since Khan's little display in London a couple of weeks back Damon decided to join Starfleet to hunt down the son of a bitch. He was able to find out that the USS Enterprise was given a classified mission into deep space for unknown reasons. Damon could only guess what that meant, they were going after Khan or 'John Harrison' as they called him, idiots.

After a little compulsion, Damon was assigned to the Enterprise as Chief Weapons Technician; apparently they were going to need to have an entire arsenal of torpedoes on this mission. They needed someone with knowledge of advanced weapons…like Damon. Despite what one might think, he actually had the credentials in physics and engineering for this job, he went to university at least twenty times over the past four centuries.

He swaggered up to the shuttle that was going to be taking them to the Enterprise which was docked at the Terran space station. He winked at some a pair of female cadets who just blushed before he clambered up the steel steps.

Here we go.

Jim sighed as he strapped himself into his seat on the shuttle; Spock sat down next to him. The Vulcan had not stopped nagging him about this mission since they received it from Marcus. He was started to regret insisting on Spock being his First Officer once again.

Bones sat behind them waving his medical scanner in front of his face.

"Captain, I do not agree with this mission at all. It is very unethical to condemn a man without giving him a fair trial. In addition it is illogical to risk war by opening fire at the Capital planet of the Klingon Empire, Qo'nos."

McCoy nearly dropped his scanner, "That's where we're going? Qo'nos! Holy hell Jim, that's suicide!"

"That information was supposed to be classified." Jim glared at Spock as McCoy pressed the scanner to his cheek.

"We saw this man kill innocent people, Spock. By my terms he's guilty…I'd rather see him blasted to smithereens than go off free. Plus these are direct orders from Admiral Marcus, unless you want me disobey the Admiral, Spock I don't want to talk about this anymore…Bones get that thing off my face."

McCoy removed the scanner only to shoot Jim in the neck with a hypo-spray.

Spock on the other hand did not seemed too pleased with this but his careless mask still remained in place, "Fine, Captain I will say no more about this matter…however I hope your human conscience can live with the decision you have made."

Before Jim could formulate a reply his thoughts were interrupted by the giggling of every female on the shuttle.

Kirk glanced up to see a tall dark haired man walk on board. His skin was ridiculously pale by Kirk's standards but that seemed to just add to his good-looking demeanor. Jim wasn't against calling other guys good looking, he after all was a free willing pan-sexual and he could see why all the females were going nuts over him. He wore a blue officer's uniform that matched his eyes which seemed ooze condescension from them. Jim didn't like the cocky smirk that was plastered on his too pink lips; it reminded him of someone he couldn't place at that moment.

He approached them with an air of confidence and smugness.

"You're Captain Kirk, right?" The man questioned, he had a slight southern accent, Virginian or possibly South Carolinian.

"Yup, that's me." Jim replied matching his smirk.

The man offered him the PADD in his hand, "I'm Science officer Lieutenant Damon Salvatore."

Jim accepted the PADD swiftly as Spock frowned at this information, "You requested an additional science officer, Captain?"

Kirk shrugged his shoulders, "With you annoying me all the time, I'm starting to wish I had."

Damon offered an explanation, "Admiral Marcus assigned me to your ship. He said that you'll need my knowledge with this mission."

Jim flipped through the info on the PADD and saw that everything was in order. Spock glanced over his shoulder at Salvatore's resume.

"A doctorate in applied physics, specializing in advanced weaponry. Impressive credentials." Spock complimented.

"Why, thank you." Salvatore replied with contempt.

"But redundant now that I'm back aboard the Enterprise." Spock continued.

Kirk gave him a -don't be petty- look before saying, "And 'yet the more the merrier'. Welcome to the Enterprise, Lieutenant Salvatore. Take a seat."

Damon nodded his head in gratitude, gave them one last smirk before going to sit between two female cadets and wrapped his arms around them.

"Who was that blue-eyes, bastard?" Bones asked.

"I don't know but I like him." Jim replied.

With that the shuttle lifted off the ground and shot off into the sky to reunite Jim and his baby, the Enterprise.

Well there you go the second chapter! Boy this was a long one *wipes sweat off face*. Whew, now who enjoyed that I replaced Carroll Marcus with Damon? I never liked her character; she's kind of useless in the movie. I hope no one minds ambiguous yaoi loving and shameless exhibiting of good looking men because there will be a lot of it in this crossover. I know I haven't shown any Bonnie yet but don't worry she'll come in a few chapters. *I'm building suspense shhhhhh* you'll just have to be distracted by the hot guys until you're ready for her.

Plus I know I skipped a little ahead in time with the meeting of Damon and the Enterprise crew but I assumed it would take them a few weeks to prepare for the mission.

Anyways please R&R it makes me write faster!