Chapter 3: The Trouble Kid from Riverside Iowa


7th of October 2254

Captain Shinat was sitting in his office of Starfleet Academy, grading the last papers of the graduating Tactical students.

The place was decorated with native plants of Vulcan and Romulus, birthday gifts from Commander Zorak and his family, the leather furniture standard and simple for an instructor's office, a computer with a couple of PADD's beside it and several family hologram pictures on his ebony wooded desk.

Most were of him with Spock, some where his parents were in too and one of his three nieces and two nephews together. His younger sister T'Leia had birthed a daughter very recently, to be precise only three months ago.

But two were special to him. One was of Spock and their newborn son Shath and one of whole family together: himself, his husband, their son and both his parents-in-law.

Shath was Spock's biological son, eggs fertilized from a Vulcan female and carried by that same woman to term. Both men had agreed upon it, as Spock was the last living fertile member of the House of Surak.

The little boy was almost an exact clone of his husband, his blood only a quarter more Vulcan. His hair was straight and his eyes were dark brown. At the moment, he was one Standard year and one Standard month old.

He wished he could keep thinking about his little boy, but the Vulcan officer was pulled from his thoughts when the door opened.

"Captain Pike, what can I do for you?" he asked as he rose from his seat.

"One of the Command track students is out of control, I'm hoping you can do something to beat some sense into him." the older man replied.

"What's his name?" Shinat asked, taking one of his PADD's in front of him, opening the United Federation database.

"James Tiberius Kirk."

"I shall try and find a method for the trouble he has caused you, if it is possible."

"You're the last one I can turn to, it's either you disciplining him or Admiral Komack may just expel him! I just can't let that happen, I owe his father this."


Spock saw the worried and calculating look on his husband's face when he got home after picking up their son from day care. "Ashayam, what is wrong?"

The baby blues of his husband looked at him. "I do not know what to do with this student. His psychology is complex, and very fascinating."

"Which student are you talking about?" the brown-eyed male asked as he sat down on the couch beside his beloved, their son curled in his arms.

"Cadet James Tiberius Kirk, son of the long deceased Captain George Kirk and his wife Chief Engineer Winona Kirk. He has witnessed so much tragedy ever since his birth. His own mother could not look at him as he was so much like his father, he reminded her of her dead husband. Then an abusive stepfather, beaten into the hospital at least once a day if not more. And finally, Tarsus IV, the one thing no one should ever experience. The famine, the execution of his uncle Hoshi Sato and his wife, surviving on stolen goods. His life has been only tragedy, tragedies beyond repair." tears appeared in the eyes of the Tactical instructor, clearly tears of sadness and mourning.

"Indeed this human has lived a life where love was almost none-existent. And when he had it, it was taken away from him." Spock agreed, he too letting a tear fall from his eyes.

"He may be a playboy, but I understand why he would turn to such an option. I just cannot find anything with what I can help him." Shinat told. He curled up against the man he loved with all his heart.

The linguistic wrapped his arms tightly around his adun. "You always find your ways, this one might just be a bit harder than usual, but I have no doubt you will."

"Your faith in me is a miracle, you know."


8th of October 2254

The next day, Shinat found out Christopher Pike had transferred the boy to his Tactical class, and thus under his jurisdiction. He sighed when he read the transfer papers. "Well, I can only hope Chris explained it to the kid, he has had enough 'bullshit'."

His students began to drop in 5 minutes before the bell, which was usual.

Most command track students weren't very focused on their studies, they wished to have a good time before they began commanding a ship and not lose their youth. After all, the Captain knew the workload was heavy.

Just before the bell rang, two more students dropped in, the brown haired one looking like they had a serious hangover while the blonde was carrying him around. The two could be identified as Gary Mitchell, the brown haired one with brown eyes, and James Kirk, the blonde.

As those two sat down, the Senior Professor closed and locked the door.

"What the hell, man? Why are you doing that?" an Arabic student asked.

"You are Muhammed Ki-Laden, are you not? One of the transfer students from Morocco."

"Yes Sir." the young man replied.

"Seeing as different rules count in my classes than with other professors, I do not appreciate my students to be late." the Vulcan told before walking to the front. "A few of you are new in this class, it would only be logical to introduce myself. I am Senior Professor Shinat, your instructor for your whole four or three years. As you may have noticed, I am Vulcan. I am also married, to Professor Spock of xenolinguistics. I handle the same rules in this class as any other instructor would, but I do not appreciate tardiness and neither do I care of what you do outside this room as long as you do your work as well as you can. Am I clear?"

"Yes Sir!" the students answered.

"Good to hear. Now, you will work on an assignment of surviving on a Federation Planet. Each of you will receive a different situation, copying previous work is not allowed and you may only use Starfleet databanks and libraries. Please check your PADD's for the planet I have assigned you."


James Tiberius Kirk, who rather called himself Jim, was very surprised when Pike told him there might be someone who could help him shake off his bad experiences.

The 22-year-old cadet researched the man who was called Senior Professor Shinat the night before class. And he'd found an amazing lot!

The professor was Vulcan, married with a kid, a battle and surviving tactician with a Doctorate in psychology. He'd been awarded captaincy by the previous Fleet Admiral for sealing the alliance between the Federation and Romulus as well as initiating it!

When Jim had gotten to class, late because Gary was absolutely drunk from his outing last night, he hadn't expected his teacher to show some sort of emotion.

Pike must have had some conversation with Professor Shinat, why else would a Vulcan give him a look of concern? Or at least, that is how the cadet translated it.

The blonde bowed over his PADD, finding the assignment on the official Starfleet channel that was used by professors to send messages to their students.

'Planet: Romulus

Situation: You are captain of your ship and you have beamed down to planet surface to initiate the regular trade as your ship was the only one in the quadrant. But there's a civil war going on between those who accept the Federation and those who have not. Due a small communication issue, you have received the wrong coordinates and ended up in the camp of civilians who do not appreciate Starfleet officers. You decide to run, either into the desert or into the woods.

Assignment: Describe how you would survive on either chosen way to run. Use the minimum of 300 words to the maximum of 1000 words.

Due date: 20th of October 2255'

'Seems I have to find information about Romulus first, that'll become another late night in the library until the librarian closes the place.'

"You may use this lesson to begin with your research, but I also want to speak to a few of you. Mr. Ki-Laden, Cadet Kirk, please follow me to my office." the blue-eyed professor told.

Jim packed his stuff, just in case he'd be far too late back in class.

The Vulcan instructor lead them to a rather simple office, but it was decorated like a botany lab. Sulu would have loved the place.

"Mr. Ki-Laden, you have quite a big preference to be very informal towards your superiors. I understand you feel need to treat everyone the same no matter the rank, but the Admirals will be very much displeased if you continue in this style. But Starfleet is a military organization, I hope you will respect our customs and regulations."

The Cadet looked at the Moroccan transfer student, who sighed in defeat. "I'm sorry Professor, it won't happen again."

"Please, keep yourself to it. I would be very displeased with myself if I had to report you for improper behavior and have you court materialized." blue eyes were locked on the 18-year-old Moroccan boy.

"Yes sir."

"You are dismissed, you may return to the classroom."

The transfer student saluted and left the office as quickly as he could.

Jim cleared his throat. "You wanted to see me too, Sir?"

Their eyes met as Professor Shinat picked up his data pad.

"Indeed, cadet. Do you know and understand why Instructor Pike transferred you to my class?" the curly haired Vulcan asked.

"It seems to have connection with my brash behavior." the blonde replied.

"You are aware of my specialization in psychology?" the instructor asked.

"Yes Sir." The 22-year-old answered.

The Vulcan nodded. "Please take a seat. This conversation may take a while."

Jim sat down on the leather chair before the desk. It was rather comfortable, possibly because of the leather.

Professor Shinat also sat down, his back straight but his sharp featured face concerned. "I do not know if Chris explained to you exactly why he transferred you. Please tell me what he told you about it."

The blonde stared at the edge of the desk. "I know I am brash, but that's just who I am. I cannot change that. I understand Chris is worried about my self-discipline, but I don't know why."

"You must not understand me wrongly. If any of my next words hurt you deeply, do not take them personally. I will merely state what I see from my position as a psychologist."

The young cadet nodded. "Understood, Professor."

The blue-eyed Vulcan sighed. "I have researched your files in the databanks, and they do not reveal very bright information of your past prior to Starfleet. I understand you were left by your mother, Commander Winona Kirk, because you looked like your father and therefore she left you and your elder brother alone with an abusive stepfather."

There was no hiding from this pointy-eared man, so Jim just nodded.

"And later on in your life, when your brother had gone, you experienced the terrible famine and execution of 4000 people on Tarsus IV. This gave you survival instincts and it forced you to use everything you could reach." two pairs of blue eyes met one another.

"Why have you been digging in my private past life?" the cadet felt furious, no one should be able to access this information.

"Christopher Pike came to me because I am the most proficient psychologist in Starfleet, we are quite familiar with each other. He is a father to you, as you are a son to him. He wants to help you to bring your dream to reality, therefore he handed over your personal information to me, so that I can figure out how to help you without traumatizing you further. You deem yourself unredeemable, but Chris sees ways. You never had the childhood that every child should have, and you throw away your intelligence because of your past. All I can try to offer you is a family, a family you will feel at home."

Jim looked with an open mouth at the Vulcan before him. He had always thought Vulcans couldn't feel, but this man was so experienced to deal with them… he was awestruck.

"Please, consider my offer. If you accept, I will adopt you into my own family. I never had a brother."

The Cadet looked out of the window, deep in thought.

Christopher Pike had already sort of adopted him as his son, and now he was offered a big brother figure who was married with a kid.

"I think… I think I'll accept this, you're very generous."


Captain Shinat returned home to his beloved husband and son, who were sitting on the ground with a Vulcan chessboard in front of them.

For a child so young, Shath was a very bright boy. Intelligence shone from his eyes and he could already walk by intimating his parents. He also was able to understand chess

"You have returned later than you should have." Spock commented, looking up from the chessboard, giving their son more time to make his move.

"Christopher Pike held me up, he wished to know how I was handling the Cadet who was transferred to my classes." the full Vulcan told as he placed down his leather shoulder bag and removed his coat.

"Cadet James Tiberius Kirk." it was a statement, not a question.

"Yes… heard of him?" the older male asked, joining his mate and son on the ground.

The linguist nodded. "One of my students regularly complains about him around the hallways, he seems to have a playboy reputation around campus."

"Indeed he has, but his body is all he has got. He has no loving family."

"You mentioned that yesterday."

"His emotions, reflexes, reactions… everything is tied to that loveless past with quite a lot of negative influences. Spock, adun, he was told he would never be good enough. Every child who hears this frequently will develop a sense of inferiority, it is only natural for any humanoid being to, afterwards, put up walls to protect himself from all things that hurt." Shinat explained.

"This is why you have adopted him as your brother." Spock stated.

"Indeed. All he needs is family, and we are a stable family who can provide him with all he needs. And Pike will still be his father figure, where we will be brothers to him. Can you live with that?" the psychologist placed his hands over those of his mate.

"I do wish to meet this 'brash playboy' as they call him on campus. I wish to see everything with my own eyes."

"That is all I ask of you, and nothing more."


This is my first attempt writing something in the Star Trek universe. I have read many fanfics for information, but I still don't know if I'm doing this stuff right.

I think Shinat is a Gary Sue, so if you don't like such shit, please leave and don't flame.

If you have constructive critics, feel free to write a message as PM or review, I welcome both.

- Artemis Hunter 441