(A/N: OH MY FREAKING GOSH, YOU GUYS! IT'S BEEN SO LONG AND I'M SO SORRY FOR TOTALLY NEGLECTING THIS STORY! I've just been kind of, okay, a lot busy lately with chores, AWANA, school, and one more new thing: chicks! Speaking of chicks, I need to name them. We have twelve of them, hoping they're mostly hens, so I'll take girl names and boy names. So far I've got Hope, Charity, Faith, Joy, Grace, Arthur, and...Mr. Arachne von Tweedledum Fudgy Face! I know; I'm nuts. But still, I need five names and a beta! Anyone want to beta my newest Percy Jackson story? I'll take anyone!)
Jim strode through the halls of the U.S.S. Enterprise, enjoying the feeling of being back on his ship.
"Scotty!" he called to the engineer. "How did the repairs go while I was…gone?"
"Fine as a fiddle, captain," Scotty called back. "Just makin' sure that the engine's all ready for takeoff."
"Great. Let me know as soon as she's ready," Jim replied, walking onto the bridge.
Chekov dutifully calls, "Keptin eez on ze bridge."
Jim grinned. "Thanks, Ensign Chekov."
"Lieutenant, sir. Lieutenant Chekov," Chekov corrected.
"Wow, you got a promotion?" Jim clapped Chekov on the shoulder. "Congratulations!"
The young Russian beamed. "Thank you, sir."
Jim sat down in his captain's chair just as Scotty's voice crackled over the loudspeaker.
"Ready for takeoff, captain!"
He leaned back in his chair. "Mr. Sulu? Punch it."
"Yes, sir."
Sulu pushed forward the engine switch, and the ship shot forward with a lurch.
Jim leaned back in his captain's chair, relishing the exhilaration of taking off.
"Ah, space," he breathed. It had been so long since he had been in space, what with all the repairs on the Enterprise, that he had nearly forgotten what it had felt like. Woo-hoo! He felt like jumping up and down with joy.
Too late, he noticed Spock beside him. Dang it.
The Vulcan gave him a look that was laced with disapproval.
"It is illogical to be so excited about being in space when you have been here so many times," Spock said with mild irritation.
"Sorry, Spock." This time Jim couldn't resist, and he leapt to his feet, spreading his arms wide and twirling like a kid. "I just love space so much!"
The whole bridge crew chorused, "We know, we know. You've told us a thousand times."
Jim plopped down in his chair and just grinned from ear to ear, all of his present troubles with family forgotten for the moment.
The crew exchanged glances with each other, glad that their captain and friend was acting like his normal, cheerful self.
There was a swish as the turbo lift doors opened, and McCoy stormed onto the bridge. Without giving Jim time to react, he stabbed multiple hypos into Jim's neck.
"You are LATE for your vaccinations!" he raged. "You never came in for that appointment!"
Jim shrank down in his chair good naturedly. "Sorry."
"Sorry doesn't cut it this time!" McCoy stabbed another hypo into Jim's neck and yanked it out, the whole bridge crew wincing in time with his movements. He shot them all a glare, and they quickly turned back to their stations as he once again vaccinated Jim. "Just remember next time you don't get your vaccinations and get a nice case of Andorian Shingles that YOU were the one who skipped out on your vaccinations," McCoy grumbled.
"Okay, Bones. Chill. I'll be fine- WHAT THE HECK, BONES!?" Jim sprang up from his chair faster than you can say 'xenopolycynthemia' and rubbed the back of his neck where McCoy had successfully nailed him.
McCoy just gave him a smug smirk. "Yes?"
Jim glowered at him and sat back down in his chair, all earlier childish glee gone. "Humph."
The ship hovered over Romulan, and Jim stepped onto the beaming pad along with Spock, Scotty, Chekov, and Uhura. "Beam us-"
He was interrupted by an anxious call from Hendorff.
"Sir! Sensors show that we're being boarded, but no one from the launch bay has contacted us."
"Check out the launch bay," Jim ordered. "And-" He never got a chance to finish his sentence as a stream of Romulans poured into the transporter room, grinning evilly as they pointed phasers at the crew.
"Don't move," the leader ordered. "Drop your weapons and put your hands in the air."
Jim and the crew did as ordered, then Jim gave Spock a quick nod and launched himself at the nearest Romulan.
Spock immediately tackled another Romulan and delivered a swift uppercut to the jaw.
The rest of the crew followed their lead, but they were outnumbered and rapidly losing.
"There's too many of them!" Uhura called to Jim as she judo flipped a Romulan onto the floor.
Jim was just considering retreat when a figure dressed in black dropped neatly from the ceiling and delivered a whirlwind of punches and kicks to the Romulans. Their hopes renewed, the crew kept fighting until the rest of the Romulans finally retreated, frantically scrambling onto their ships and speeding away.
"Thanks," Jim gasped to the stranger, who smiled.
"No problem."
Jim scrutinized the stranger, and suddenly a flashback hit him. He stumbled backwards holding his head.
A baby's cry broke the silence, and the man asked with a smile in his voice, "What is it?"
The woman held the baby closer. "It's a boy." Her voice broke. "Oh, George. You should be here."
There was a faint electronic voice. "30 seconds until self destruction."
"Hurry, what should we name him?" the man asked, a hint of desperation clear in his voice.
"How about we name him after your father?" she suggested. In spite of being so close to death, the man laughed. "Tiberius? No, that's the worst. No, let's name him after your father. Let's call him Jim."
The woman stroked the baby's small wisps of golden hair that stuck up already. "Jim. Okay. Jim it is."
"5 seconds until self destruction," the electronic voice sounds again.
"Honey, can you hear me?" The man's voice holds so much desperation that the woman looked up. She had never heard her husband sound so desperate.
"Yeah, yeah I can hear you."
"I love you. I love you!" A loud explosion, then silence. The woman lets out a strangled sob, clutching the baby close.
Jim's head shot up, his bright blue eyes burning into the stranger. "I know who you are."
The man smiled. "Of course you do."
Jim met the man's eyes. "You're…"
Can you guys guess who it is now? Vampire Diaries already did! Sorry for the long time of no updating; this is a special update for today, April 9, is my 12th birthday! Yay me!
So, I decided to edit this in because this chapter WAS originally finished on the 9th, but my laptop won't let me access FF for some reason…anyway, if you're reading this, it let me on!