Star Trek: Never Let Me Go

Summary: After Nero's attacks in Space, the Enterprise returns home until her next mission. Upon arriving back to Earth, Kirk finds that he has a long-lost relative, who he's never met. Will finding out that he has a Sister he's never known, impact his future as Captain of the U.S.S Enterprise?

Rating: T - For now. (See Warnings.)

Warnings: If you have not watched the 2009 Reboot of Star Trek, you won't really be spoiled. HOWEVER, there are some themes in here. It's major Angst, and there's a bit of Self-Harm in this story. I have rated the story as T, but that may change, if given indication that I should change it.

Beta: A Big THANK YOU to SeeingBeliever98 (aka Ace) for accepting the Beta position!

Pairings: Bones/OC, Spock/Uhura

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Jim's sister (whom is to be announced next chapter).
Title is the same song from Florence And The Machine's 'Ceremonials' album.

A/N: Okay, so, Adele's Turning Tables is featured in this chapter. I'm listening to Turning Tables right now, and I think I may be in the mood for more angst. Beware of the hormonal-angst monster! Rawr! Heh.


Every evening for the next few days, Jim and Elizabeth sat in her dorm room on the big couch. They didn't have to worry about interruptions, as Elizabeth's roommate had been with the lost ships in Nero's attack. While she was sad about it, she wasn't effected much by the loss, as she never really got to know her roommate due to her being a private person. But perhaps she was starting to regret not getting to know the sweet girl.

Her dorm room was a neutral place for them. Comfortable for her, comfortable for him. There wasn't much difference between their rooms, except Jim's was bigger and that he roomed with Bones.

In the background, Adele's 'Turning Tables' was playing on a stereo, down low.

"I met our mom when I was six. It seemed after my birth, she just up and left, told John that she couldn't stay. She couldn't find it in herself to be near me, despite carrying me for eight months. I suppose the man took care of me good enough, considering I made it past infancy. But, I think seeing Winona again did something to him. He snapped. At first, it was verbal abuse. Calling me a pig, because I was overweight. Told me I couldn't clean worth shit, even though that's all I ever did when I came home from school."

Elizabeth stopped talking for a moment, and cleared her throat. She sat her hot chocolate on the side table, and brought her knees up to her chest, her arms coming around them. She sat, facing Jim, sitting side-ways on the couch.

"He was a drunk. But it was only verbal, until I got older. The verbal abuse went on for a few years, and then he got arrested for DUI. Had to attend counseling. Things were starting to get better, we started doing more things. I was trying so hard to be the child my father wanted. None of it mattered. His probation lasted for about three years, after my thirteenth birthday. By then, I had lost my weight and then some, and I stopped trying so hard, since I thought we were doing better. But, he hooked up one night with a girl, and came home early. That's the day he snapped even harder."

Jim listened intensely, wishing he could go to Arizona and kill the man himself. His sister didn't deserve the treatment she got. Not verbal, not physical. She deserved the loving family she wanted, but neither of them had.

"That night, he came home and beat me half to death. The next day he apologized. That night, he came home drunk, and beat me again. I learned to lock myself in my room, for days. I eventually healed up enough to go back to school, claiming I was in an accident. By the end of the week, I was officially home schooling myself."

"Did anybody know what was going on?"

Elizabeth shook her head. "No. We had no neighbors really, where we lived. The school bought my story of being in an accident. I didn't have any friends, so it didn't matter. It was a few months later, when I found you and Sam. I found what had happened to your dad and the Kelvin. I met Sam when I was fourteen. Months after that, I joined Starfleet, claiming I was seventeen."

"Pike said he found you. Didn't he know you weren't seventeen?"

"Yeah. Nobody else is supposed to know. I went in and hacked the file, and changed my age, before I enrolled."

"Ooh, badass."

Elizabeth smiled. "I try." she paused. "But yes, Pike did find me. He kinda became the surrogate father from then on. Last year, I told him about you. I had been watching you for the three years. We even had some classes together. Anyone ever tell you, that you flirt too much?"

Jim rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, I asked him if there was a chance that… that if he helped me, if there was a way to, I dunno, find out for sure, and maybe…"

"Maybe inform me about it?"

"Yea. I know I should have gotten permission. I mean, Pike said he couldn't do it without permission from you, the DNA test. I told him not to. It was while I was trying to decide whether or not I deserved to have you in my life, at least like that. I ran them myself. It was a match. We're half-siblings. I wish we weren't just half, ya know? I mean, yeah, you're my brother by blood and don't get me wrong, but it doesn't feel enough. I mean, hell, half? It's like, having half a candy bar or half a heart. What's the point in it? I could have easily never told you about who I was, and maybe we'd be friends, maybe we wouldn't be. Maybe it would've been too much and I really did resign, or maybe I could finally have a purpose and I dunno, go out saving my brother's life?"

"You don't think you have a purpose?"

Elizabeth shook her head. "Not really, no. I mean, gotta love Chris, he tried his best. But, I feel I'm on this planet only to defend it now. Just like I've been trying to defend myself every time someone tries to call me out."

The chorus of the song came to, and they both sat in silence, both thinking of the many revelations.

'Next time I'll be braver,
I'll be my own savior,
When the thunder calls for me.

Next time I'll be braver,
I'll be my own savior,
Standing on my own two feet.'

"Well, you're wrong."

"About what?"

"Having a purpose. You do. To me. And soon, to our crew. Mostly though, to me. We found each other for a reason. Everything happened for a reason, I see that now."

"Wait, so even the bad things have happened for a reason? Cause if so, they're really shitty." Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

Jim laughed. "I think everything happens for a reason, yes, even the bad things, even if they are shitty. I also don't believe in no-win scenarios. There's always a way through it."

"I wish I could see the things the way you did."

"Maybe you will someday."

"Maybe."

"So, what do you do for fun?"

"Fun?"

"You do have fun, don't you?" Jim asked in concern.

Elizabeth grinned. "Yeah, I have fun. Probably not the fun you would think, though. I never made any friends, so I stick to myself. I sometimes go out to the bar for a few drinks, but mostly, I like reading, writing, I always listen to music. I like running. Sometimes I'll go running as far as I can when I get time off. I paint sometimes. I like action games, and simulations."

"We're alike in some ways then. I have some friends, who you'll meet. I have a feeling you and Bones would get along great. Heck, maybe even Sulu, Chekov and Scotty. Maybe Uhura might like having female company too. I dunno about Spock, I'm not sure yet if he'll be returning to the Enterprise."

"Uh, Jim, I'm sure your friends are great, I mean, they have to be, to be yours. But, uh, I don't have any friends. Everyone thinks I'm anti-social. I'm not, I'm just anti-trust. Everyone I've ever tried to trust, with the exception of Chris, has betrayed me. And I'm sorry to say, that I don't even trust you yet."

Jim nodded, even a little disheartened that she didn't yet trust him. "I'll make sure nobody messes with you."

Elizabeth laughed. "I can take care of myself. But physically. Socially? I'm awkward. I stumble, trip up my words, and I seem to not be able to stop running away from situations like that. Now put me in battle, and I'm the best friend you've got watching your back."

"Maybe we can start off slowly. I would like you to meet Bones."

"Who is Bones, exactly?"

"Oh, well, Bones is just a nickname I made for him. His real name is Leonard McCoy. Doctor McCoy."

"You're kidding me, right?"

"No? Why?"

"I was a patient of his my second year. Got into a fight. It wasn't bad, but apparently bad enough. One of my ribs punctured a lung. I was out for about two days, and then I ended up being allergic to one of the medicines. I think I remember him telling me I was as bad as the infant. Until now, I thought he was meaning an actual infant, but I can see the resemblance." She grinned.

"Hey now! I can see it. You two will be gaining up on me, and then I won't be able to stand any of ya'll."

"Hey, it's all about having a sibling, I suppose. I may have grown up alone, but I observed others. That's why I have a minor in profiling, and a major in tactical."

"Do you only profile people?"

"Nope. People, planets, anything. Kinda comes in handy in trying to decide the next course of action will be."

"Hell, you are smart. Pike was right. Maybe you can team up with Cupcake then, come up with new strategies and whatnot."

"Cupcake?"

"Hah, one of our lead tactical officers I kinda nicknamed the night we got into a bar fight. It was when Pike recruited me for Starfleet."

"One hell of a story, I suppose."

"Oh yeah."


The next evening, Elizabeth agreed to have dinner with her brother and McCoy. Although she wasn't supposed to show up to their dorm until 1800, she went early. Standing at the door, she tried to get the courage to just hit the chime. Oh come on, just hit the stupid button.

With that thought, she pushed the chime, and when Jim answered it with a smile, she couldn't help but smile back.

"You came."

"Told ya I would. You gonna let me in, infant?"

Jim rolled his eyes. "Yes, Lizzy, why don't you come in?"

"Why, I will. Thanks." Elizabeth laughed, following him inside.

The dorm was bigger, as it was senior quarters, and plus, they were higher ranked.

"You must be Elizabeth."

She turned towards McCoy's voice, he was coming outside the bathroom.

"In the flesh, it's nice to meet you again, Doctor McCoy." She smiled.

"Oh, please, please call me Leonard. Or hell, come up with a nickname. But Doctor McCoy won't work."

"Well, I see Bones is already taken, so maybe I'll just call ya McCoy."

Bones shrugged, smiling. "Doesn't matter to me, woman."

His southern draw not only made her swoon, but blush as well.

"Bonesy, what's for dinner?"

McCoy rolled his eyes and looked at Elizabeth. "You do like Italian, right?"

"Love it, actually."

"Good. My Mamma had a really good lasagna recipe, and so I made it myself, since we have a kitchen."

"It smells amazing, honestly."

"Thank ya. I just may trade Jim in for you. You may be his sister, but you're less of a kid."

"I heard that!"

"Good!" Both Bones and Elizabeth said together.

"So, Jim tells me you're our new tactical officer?"

"Yep. I have a minor in profiling and a major in tactical. I have a bit of engineering experience and I know a few languages."

"Dang, darlin'. Lemme guess, you even have some medical?"

"Sadly, no. So, I can't go assisting you in any surgeries. But hey, if you ever have to operate on Jim, I may help ya out some." She winked at McCoy.

"Oh man, now I'm starting to wonder whether or not this was a good thing, you two meeting…" Jim groaned, jokingly. Inside, he was excited that she was opening up, easily to Bones, and vice versa. Maybe having Elizabeth in his life, and he in hers would help them both.

"Your own fault then."

"So do you go by any nicknames? Or is it just Elizabeth?" Bones asked her.

"Well, my full name is Elizabeth Justice Welch. And, I suppose nobody ever really gave me a nickname."

"Welch? You're not a Kirk?"

Elizabeth shook her head. "Sadly not, no. Wish I was. But I'm not. Besides, it's not my place to become one either. I wish I could be anything but a Welch. My father and his mother never married." She skirted around what all she had told Jim. She wasn't ready to open up to McCoy like that just yet. Not when they've only just met.

"I see. Well, maybe I'll give you your nickname. You don't look like a Liz or a Lizzy," that nickname made Elizabeth roll her eyes at Jim for calling her Lizzy earlier. "I think you look like an Ellie. Jim, what do you think?"

Jim hummed as he thought. Taking her face in his hands, he studied her, looking at her ears and eyes, nose and mouth. He loved joking around with her.

"Well, I can say, thank God you're not a Vulcan. One is enough for me."

"Jim…"

"Okay, okay. Yes, you look like an Ellie. I personally like Lizzy, buuut, I love Ellie." He smiled at her.

Elizabeth smiled. "Ellie it is, then."

"Let's toast on it. To a new start on the Enterprise, and to Ellie. May you have your own fresh start and write your own story." Bones toasted.

"To fresh starts!" Both Jim and Ellie toasted, all three of them clinking their glasses.


A/N: Do your thang. ; P