DISCLAIMER: I do not own Star Trek yet, but I'm working on it. Unfortunately though, the rights to this brilliant franchise belong to JJ Abrams and Gene Roddenberry and whoever else.
Kirk's POV
I stay in the coffee shop for about a half hour, just talking and relaxing. It's approaching six o'clock now, and I don't have anymore classes, so I ask Andrew if he wants to come with me to our favourite bar.
"I suppose it couldn't hurt," he replies, after carefully studying my face.
"Great! Come on, let's go," I say, standing up with a huge grin on my face.
Andrew sighs and gets up, following me out the door.
The bar that I want to go is only a ten minute walk from the campus, so I ignore Andrew's whining about being tired and wanting to catch a cab, and just head off in the right direction. He follows, after some mumbling and quiet cursing.
As I walk into the bar, I'm greeted by an overwhelming smell of alcohol and bodies. Even though it's only five something or other, it's already pretty crowded in there. I make my way over to the counter, and order a shot of whiskey. A few seconds later Andrew is beside me, but he doesn't order anything. He actually almost never drinks, I think he just comes with me to make sure I don't get myself killed. It's a bit annoying, but also kind of nice, and again, reminds me of that someone that I can't quite place my finger on.
After two hours, I'm well and truly drunk. Not that I'm complaining. I love the feeling it gives me, that release from almost everything, all my troubles and worries starting to fade away. Soon I get bored with just drinking and talking to Andrew, so I decide to go and see if there are any girls worth my attention. Well, girls or a fight waiting to happen. Sometimes, a good fight is more fun than a food fling.
I scan the now fully crowded room, and my eyes land on a gorgeous brunette girl, standing off to the side of the room by herself. I walk over to her, carefully avoiding contact with all the other people hanging about.
"Hey, babe," I say as I come to a stop next to the girl.
She looks me over, a slight smirk covering her plump red lips.
"What do you want?" she asks bluntly.
"I just thought you seemed lonely, so I came to provide some company," I say, half slurring my words.
"I'm not alone, my boyfriend is over there," she says, pointing to somewhere in the crowd, still not losing her smirk.
"Mm, but I bet he's boring. I'm far better company, I can assure you of that," I say, not really caring that she's not alone.
As I finish my sentance, someone comes up behind me and lays a hand on my shoulder, spinning me around to face them.
A big burly guy around a foot taller than I am, and a hell of a lot bigger glares down at me.
"Why don't you just go on back to where you came from and stop flirting with other people's women?" he suggests, pushing me back slightly.
I know it's probably not a good idea to try and provoke the big guy, but what can I say, I've never really had much sense of self-preservation.
"Hm..." I say, pretending to think it over. "Uh, how about no."
"I really don't think you want to try and piss me off," he says menacingly.
"Oh, but I think I do," I say, smiling stupidly.
He growls, and pushes me roughly away from him, but I just come straight back over to him.
"Now that wasn't very nice, was it?" I say mockingly.
He glares at me, and pushes me back again, but I just come back, the stupid smile still in place, doing everything within my power to make him angry.
Three more times he tries, unsuccesfully to make me leave, and by the fourth time he's really, really pissed. I can see a muscle next to his right eye beginning to twitch.
I give him my sweetest possible smile, and that's when he punches me in the face.
It stings, and I lose my balance, almost falling to the floor, but I catch myself before I do. I think the big guy thinks that his punch has scared me off, but he's wrong. That's what I was looking for.
I push myself into a proper standing position, then throw a punch to his stomach. I hit, and he doubles over, wheezing.
It only takes him a second to recover, though, and then I get three more hits to my face, one hitting my nose directly and I hear a wet sort of crunch, and then I feel blood dripping down my face.
It doesn't worry me though, I've had far worse injuries. I throw another punch at him, this time aiming for his cheek, but I miss and he grabs my wrist, jerking it back painfully.
Before he can break my wrist, I jerk back, and kick the back of his leg, hard. He lets go with a harsh cry, and falls onto one knee.
By now people are watching the fight, and I'm fairly sure no one is rooting for me, as people are giving me cold stares and glares.
Not that I can blame them, though, as I did kind of start this and bring it down on myself. As I turn away from the guy to take a quick look at the people, I feel something shatter across the back of my head, and I turn to look back at the guy, who is now standing up with half a bottle in his hand.
I blink, and then I feel myself fall forward and everything goes dark.
"Ugh, Bones, tell me you didn't try and hypo me to death again," I mutter groggily as I blink my eyes open to be greeted by blinding white lights and a sterile room, assuming I must be in the sickbay of the Enterprise.
"What?" asks a voice that certainly doesn't belong to Bones.
I pull myself into a sitting position, wincing as my head throbs. I gingerly bring a hand to touch the back of it and feel a soft bandage there.
I wonder how that happened... either a bar fight or hostile aliens. As both of those things are a regular occurance, I don't dwell too much on it.
"Wait... who are you?" I ask, as I stare into the slightly concerned eyes of a blonde guy, about my age, maybe a little older.
He blinks at me, looking confused. "Did you get brain damage or something?" he asks.
"What... no, who are you? Where's Bones? Or Spock?" I ask, getting even more confused as I look around the room realizing that it's a lot smaller than the sickbay, and that the machinary around is outdated by at least a hundred years.
"Where the hell am I, and what am I doing here?" I try again, as the guy looks even more confused by my last question.
"You don't remember? Figures..." he snorts, "You got into a bar fight, the dude you were fighting smashed a bottle on your head and then I brought you here, to the hospital," he says.
"Oh... No, but wait... no, I was on the Enterprise, I couldn't have been in a bar, we're in the middle of space!"
He gives me a weird look. "Seriously you must have got brain damage, or you're playing a really bad joke, Jim."
"How do you know my name?" I demand.
"Jim... It's me, come on, stop being an idiot."
"Who are you?"
"Are you telling me that you really don't know?"
"If I did, would I keep asking?" I say, rolling my eyes.
He looks slightly worried by that, but answers. "I'm Andrew, your best friend, the poor guy who has to follow you around all the time to make sure you don't get killed. Ring any bells?" he asks, somewhat sarcastically. It almost sounds like he's trying to impersonate Bones.
"No, I don't know anyone called Andrew. And by best friends are Bones and Spock... Speaking of which, where are they?" I ask, once again looking around the ancient hospital room, trying to figure out how the hell I ended up here.
"Who are Bones and Spock?" the guy, Andrew, asks looking even more confused.
"Bones, Doctor McCoy, he should be here somewhere, he never lets me out of his sight for more than a few minutes, especially if I'm hurt, the over protective bastard, and Spock... well, Spock is Spock... How do you not know? If this is the Enterprise, you must know them..." I trail off, slowly realizing that he actually has no clue what I'm talking about.
"What time is it?" I ask, trying a different approach.
"Seven thirty, I think," he says.
"No, I mean, what year?" I ask again, because this really doesn't look like the 23rd century, more like the 21st.
"2013," he says, giving me another weird look.
"What?!" I say, even though I kind of saw it coming.
"No seriously, Jim, what the hell is wrong with you?" Andrew asks, concern growing in his eyes every time I talk.
"Nothing, but I just really want to know how I got here, seeing as last thing I remember I was on the bridge, talking to Spock..."
"What do you mean 'bridge'?"
"I mean the place where I control the Enterprise from," I say, with a hint of 'well, duh' in my voice.
"What the hell is the Enterprise?"
"The newest and best flagship in the fleet," I reply proudly, even though I'm probably making no sense to the poor guy.
"What are you talking about? I think you hit your head way too hard, because you're talking total rubbish. You don't have a ship, you're a college student for God's sake," he rants, sounding slightly exasperated.
I sigh, running a hand over my face, wondering just what the hell happened that landed me in the 21st century, with an idiot who seems to know me, but doesn't know anything about the Enterprise, so I guess he didn't come with me from there.
"How long have I been here?" I ask.
"About two hours..."
"No, not here, I mean here as in this century."
"Uh... always? You can't time travel, idiot," he says, seeming to relax for some reason.
"Apparently I can, seeing as this isn't where I'm from."
"Jim, just drop it, this is a really bad joke and isn't going to go anywhere, and it isn't funny," Andrew says, starting to sound pissed off again.
"How exactly do you know who I am?" I ask, hoping he'll actually answer my question.
"We go to the same school, dumbass."
"But I'm done with school, I finished the Academy, I'm captain now," I say, realizing I should shut up, but I'm still so confused.
"Captain?"
"Yeah..."
"I highly doubt that," he says, the annoyance plain in his voice.
I groan loudly, realizing that Andrew really honestly has no clue what I'm talking about, and there's no point in continuing this pointless conversation.
I sigh as I flop back against the pillows of the bed I've been sitting on, and continue to stare at the guy, Andrew.
He does look kind of familiar, but I know that what he's saying can't be true.
He gives me another weird glance, then he backs out of the room, without saying anything. I'm not sure where he's gone, but I don't really care. I'm tired, annoyed and confused.
A few minutes later, Andrew comes back with what I can only presume is a nurse in tow.
The nurse comes and stands beside my bed, and looks at me critically.
"James, are you telling the truth? Do you really not know where you are?" she asks, a little uncertainly.
"No, I don't."
She turns away from me, and starts talking to Andrew in what I think is meant to be a whisper, but I can still hear plain as day.
"There shouldn't be an brain damage, the wound was only skin deep, and not hard enough to cause any lasting damage," she says sounding slightly worried.
"Then why is he acting like this?" comes the reply from Andrew.
"I don't know, but I'm going to go get the doctor to come have another look at him..." says the nurse, before rushing out of the room.
I sigh, once again, before leaning back against the pillow and closing my eyes.
Author's Note:
Okay, so how was that? I'm not really too pleased with how that chapter turned out, but I have a really fantastic idea for the next Kirk chapter, and a slightly stupid one for the next Spock one, but that's a good thing because it means you'll get an update sooner. I hope. Also, I apologise for the way the barfight scene probably sounded really stupid, but all I know about bars and barfights is from movies and other stories. Never had any personal experiences with them (I'm way too young for that). But, uh yeah. Your opinion is always appreciated!
Um, so... I think I'm done here. Just as usual, tell me what you thought, and thanks for reading!Next update should be in a week or two at most.