Reviews make me happy! OK so as I was sitting on the side of a major highway with a tire blow out waiting for a ranger to come and rescue me, Travis and Amelia were bugging me. I figured that it had to be some kind of something special for her to be attracted to him-like him not recognizing the name Kirk. So if you want to look up and get an idea of the young Amelia, she is Scottie Thompson and Travis is Daniel Sunjata, with the beard not with out. And, I was working on a chapter before work that would have got young Jim to know Amelia was his future self daughter, so I'm sorry for stretching it out! Flashback chapter!
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The Future of Non Existance
Chapter 12
Amelia looked up as the bartender brought over a drink to her. "I'm sorry I didn't order anything," she said. "From the man over there," the bartender said as he nodded at a man who just gave a slight nod.
"Take it back," she instructed as she went back to the book she was reading. "Sorry, he can't do that, I tipped him really well," a man's voice said from over the bartender's shoulder. "It's ok Max, I got this," he said with a slight English accent.
Amelia rolled her eyes without even looking up. "Well then you just wasted your money."
The man smiled as he sat down across from her. "A woman at a bar on a Friday night in a corner table, reading a real book and drinking water for nothing but three hours should be a crime," he told her as he took the book out of her hands. "Edgar Allen Poe, impressive." Amelia gave a the man a once over. Dark hair, dark eyes, a bit of a beard. "The fact that you watched me three hours is a bit creepy. And, since you did watch me for three hours you know that I sent five other drinks back to five other men," she said as she snatched the book out of his hands. "Sixth time the charm and you really can't send it back now that we're friends," he said with a smile. Amelia arched an eyebrow. "We aren't friends. We don't even know each other names." "Travis Rodgers," he said as he extended his hand. He watched her. "See now this is where you extend your hand and introduce yourself," he informed her.
Amelia sighed. "Amelia Kirk," she answered as she shook his hand. This was usually the time that a man would get the fake expression on his face and pretend to think about knowing the name Kirk then say, unbelievably, you aren't the daughter of James T. Kirk are you?
Travis nodded. "Well it's nice to meet you Amelia. So a fan of the classics?" he asked.
Amelia looked at him. "It was a present, from my father, for my birthday," she said.
"He's got good taste," Travis said as he picked up his drink. "Is there something wrong? You keep looking at me like you're waiting for something."
"I am, for you to repeat the name Kirk like you are trying to place where you heard it, then pause, for dramatic effect, and it suddenly hits you that I may be related to the great Captain James T. Kirk, and then you'll ask for a meeting with him," Amelia told him. "Let me save you the trouble, Mr. Rodgers, or is it Lt? Or Lt Commander?" she asked.
Travis spit out his drink and wiped his mouth. "Do I look like a Fleet Rat to you? God, if I do, then I'm doing something wrong."
Amelia looked at him. "You aren't Star Fleet?"
Travis laughed. "The scruffy beard didn't give it away?" he asked. "No, I am usually in court prosecuting some Fleet Rat that thinks he or she is above civilian law," he said as he looked at her. "You're Fleet? Pardon me while I try to stick my foot further down my throat."
Amelia laughed. "I'm Fleet, but I'm not one of those you have to worry about, that is my father."
"Let me guess, he's a hot shot, living in the shadows, are you? Everyone expects you to follow in his footsteps, and are surprised when you do things your own way?" Travis asked and nodded seeing the look of agreement on her face. "My father and grandfather were both lawyers for Starfleet, and it was expected I do that same. When I announced I wasn't going to Starfleet, you would have thought I shot someone. So, I paid my own way working my way through law school, moved to London, worked odd jobs, including this bar, and doing the opposite of what the great Jamison Rodgers would do. The only person in my family that even still talks to me is my mother," he said.
Amelia tried not to smile. "So, unless this is Scotch in this glass, I'm afraid you wasted your money."
"See, the benefits of having spent two years working here, is that I can always change the drink," he said as he motioned to Max. "Scotch for my new friend," he said.
Six months later-
Travis watched her get dressed to go to work. "So when are you going to tell your father that putting on that uniform makes you miserable?" he asked as he rubbed her back.
Amelia smiled. "You are so making it hard to get dressed," she told him as she turned and kissed him. "It's not something I want to say in a letter, I'd rather do it in person."
Travis kissed her. "From what I see Milly," he said as he called her his pet name for her, "if you wait to do it in person, you'll be retiring from Fleet," he said as he looked into her eyes. "I hate seeing you do something that makes you so miserable."
Amelia smiled. "You are something else," she told him.
Travis smiled. "Now if you are trying to insult me, you're going to have to come up with something better then that," he said as he kissed her again. "Promise me, after this mission, you will see your father and have a talk with him."
"I promise," she told him.
"Good, plus I need to ask your father a very important question," Travis told her as he got up.
"What question?" she asked. "What are you doing?"
"You think I'm going to let you go on a six month mission with out seeing you off do you?" Travis asked as he kissed her. "No, see I have to talk to your father before I ask you that question," he said with a grin.
"You're a pain," she informed him.
"And you love it," Travis responded.
Star Fleet medical, San Francisco four months later.
Amelia sighed and looked at him. "You didn't sign up for this, Travis….you've spent enough time here babysitting me, go back to London."
Travis walked over to the bed and sat down. "Excuse me, you don't get to tell me to leave."
Amelia sighed. "Tav…this isn't what you signed up for…someone with an eel living in her? Something that did make me miscarry our child?"
Travis kissed her. "Let me ask you some questions Miss. Kirk," he said as he went into lawyer mode.
"Tav…" Amelia said as she tried to interrupt.
"Did I not come over to your table at that bar about 10 months ago?" he asked keeping her face next to his.
"Yes…" she said as she started to add nothing.
"Was I not the one who bought you a drink?" he asked.
"Yes…" she told him.
"Was it not you who moved into my apartment and hung those ugly uniforms that do nothing for your figure in my closet?" he questioned.
"Yes…" she said. "But.."
"No, Miss Kirk, no buts. See, the way I see it, I signed up for this, all of it, and if you decide to put on that uniform again, I'm going to be right there waiting for you," he told her. "So stop pulling away from me, and marry me."
