(A/N: So, here's the chapter I told you guys was giving me all that trouble and that I promised! And, Guest, I am PERFECTLY aware that publishing an author note as a chapter is 'tacky', as you say, but what did you expect me to do? P.M. everyone? What I did was the easy way. Thank you to all the loyal readers, even the snobbish ones. Sorry I can't post the reviewers names this time; I'll try to do it next time. Read and review, and see the important author note at the end of this chapter.)

Winona sat in front of the flickering fireplace, deep in thought.

Why didn't they tell me that Frank was abusing them?

She recalled Jim's angry, hurt filled words:

"You were never there for me! You didn't give a dang about me!"

Oh. Of course. THAT was why. But why not Tarsus IV? Oh, yes. Same reason. Winona had never meant for Jim to be on Tarsus IV. How did he even get there, was something she had to look into. Finding Frank and Sam were another.

Suddenly she found herself regretting everything she had done, said, and even thought to hurt Jim. All she wanted was that innocent little boy back who bounced around excitedly, showing her what he had made at school. But it was too late. She had done everything wrong, and she had lost her little boy.

Now he was all grown up, and was no longer innocent and bubbly. And she had missed all of that. She had missed him getting his first date, his first college scholarship, and his whole life except for the first five or six years. God, how she wanted to see those other 17 years that she had missed.

The reason she had treated Sam and Jim so badly was because she was scared. She thought that she couldn't raise a child without George. Oh, how she wished George was still alive. None of this would have happened, and she would have a mother-son relationship with her sons. But now, they hated her. They misunderstood her actions, and now they were so independent each had gone off and started living their own life.

Winona sighed. There was so much she needed to tell Jim and Sam, once and if she found Sam and gotten Jim to trust her. How she loved them, how she missed them, how she was sorry, and one other little thing.

One little thing that she had never anyone, not even Frank. Now she was glad she hadn't told Frank.

Winona's cell phone rang and she picked it up.

"Hello? Oh, hey honey. No, I didn't forget. Yes...yes. This Saturday at 10 o' clock in the morning. Uh-huh... Yep. Okay. Love you. See you soon. Bye."

Winona hung up and sighed.

Sam and Jim had a sister.

She didn't know about them, and they didn't know about her. Soon, all that would change.

On one of her away missions, she had repeatedly slept with one of her fellow crewmembers, Alan Maurman. Soon she had gotten pregnant, and Alan had decided he only wanted their 19 year old daughter and not Winona. They switched her back and forth every other week, and these two weeks were Winona's. These two weeks, she would tell them all.

But first, she needed to fix things with Jim. But how? Maybe she could ask his two best friends to talk to him. What were their names? Spook and Mickey? No, Spock and McCoy. That was it.

Winona got an idea, and she searched the internet on her PADD. She clicked on the Starfleet website and soon had found McCoy's and Spock's e-mail addresses.

She wrote an e-mail, the exact same one to both of them except for the names, and proofread it.

Dear Dr. McCoy,

This is Winona Kirk. I need to talk to Jim about something really important, but he is mad at me. I understand that he hates me for what I did, but back then I didn't realize what I was losing. Now I do, and I want him back.I need you and Mr. Spock to talk to Jim for me, and convince him that I love him and that I'm sorry. I know how this sounds, but he's so mad at me he won't listen to me. Please, Mr. McCoy.

Sincerely, Winona Kirk

Winona took a deep breath, let it out, then pressed send. Well, there was one thing done. Hopefully he and the Vulcan would help her. If not..well, she hoped it wouldn't come to that.

Her cell rang again, and when she glanced down someone was calling her from...Austin, Texas?

She picked it up and answered.

"Hello?"

What she heard nearly gave her a heart attack.

(A/N: Cliffhanger! Sorry this was short; like I said I've been busy. Anyway, a virtual tribble to anyone who can guess what freaked Winona out! And now, the first poll: should I put Carol in this story? or should it be just Spock, McCoy, and Jim? Second poll: if I put Carol in, should there be a slight romance between her and Jim? Not taking over the whole story, but just a slight romance. Or should there be just friendship? Your decision; please review!)