Usually a story begins with the beginning and then makes it to the end. Sometimes they begin with the middle then retrace their way mentioning the beginning to those who are unaware of what had happened before. In the cases of stories having dopplegangers, characters who share exact likeness are called doppleganger Bob or Nu!Bob or Alternate Bob or Bob Prime. Not to confuse the title "Prime" from the Transformers Franchise. Prime in science fiction stories are used to refer to the main timeline. And most often to refer in rank. So in cases of twin dopplegangars that should not apply. They are referred to by their middle name, first name, or their last name to differentiate between the most familiar and well rounded characters the audience are familiar to with the lesser known look alikes.
For instance, we will start from the beginning of one character.
George Kirk worked for NASA, and he is from a small town called Riverside.
His wife Winona Kirk worked on a farm in Riverside.
"George Kirk!"
George looked over his shoulder, wearing a pair of glasses.
"Yes?" George said.
His boss, CEO of the sorts, Jefferson Bailey sat on the edge of the counter.
"You know Amanda Grayson," Jefferson said, folding his arms. "The one who volunteered to be impregnated by the sperm of an alien elf."
"Of course," George said. "The sperm is one hundred years old. But I heard it failed."
Jefferson shook his head.
"It did not fail." Jefferson said.
George's eyes widened.
"What?" George said.
"It did not fail." Jefferson said.
His look of shock turned into joy.
"We were able to make plenty more of the elfs in the past hundred years. All of which are in suspended animation. Three billion of them in underground labs right under this place," He patted on the counter. "And as you know we hit a problem with the hybrid."
"You didn't." George said.
"I didn't. The sperm did." Jefferson said.
"Jefferson, I don't know about you, but isn't that morally unethical to use the sperm of an alien when you know damn as hell that there would be problems? If what you are saying is true then the public needs to know about these aliens we have." George pointed to the floor. "We should really let them know what is going on right here."
"Your wife and you have been trying to have a baby." Jefferson said.
"Yes." George said.
Jefferson sighed.
"Amanda Grayson died after childbirth and you have been selected to raise that child." Jefferson said.
There was a long pause between the two men. George had a long hard look of horror. It had been mixed with guilt and sadness, but also that of loss. Jefferson seemed to be taking telling the news quite casually and calmly.
"Good god,man, are you insane?" George finally said.
"The panel decided." Jefferson said.
"How do I tell Winona?. . ." George said.
There was a wail that echoed the occupied room with a good dozen people. Heads started turning. Jefferson had a sly smile on his face as George looked over to see a nurse holding a little baby in her arms wrapped in a blue blanket. Jefferson watched George take the baby into his arms. The child was so human like. The baby had pointy ears and thin eyebrows that pointed upwards. The babies eyes were closed as it wailed.
"He's so beautiful." George said.
Jefferson clapped one hand on George's shoulder.
"Congratulations,George, you are a father!" Jefferson said.
George rocked the baby back and forth, slowly.
"Don't you cry, little elf man, because space is waiting for you. Don't you cry little one." He sang softly to the little one.
The child's eyes were open to a blurry scene before him. Colors were intertwined together. Several of the people there came over to see the little one. There were questions thrown at him, several of them were "You are one lucky ass-hole." The baby's eyes opened a smidge to show the color of blue earning a 'dawww' look from the group. He was so small and adorable and cute for being a newborn.
"What are you going to call him, George?"
". . . I am thinking of Samuel."
"That's just too human."
"What about Spain?"
"We are not naming kids after nations, Gilbert."
"I like Hatilia."
"I am thinking of something science."
"Do you have the room ready?"
"No but-"
"THAT IS IT, LET'S GET GEORGE'S HOUSE DEN READY!"
"I authorize that!" Jefferson said,as the crowd sailed out of the room.
". . . Can you call Winona for me?" George said, as the baby was sent back to sleep.
Jefferson flipped out his phone.
"Gladly." Jefferson said.
Winona was sitting with George on the couch looking down upon the little bundle of joy in her arms. We can see that their house had several rooms. One of which was decorated from head to toe in designs. There was a crib in the room. Several toys tucked into containers, stacked into trays, and several clothes folded in drawers. There was other baby necessities about the room. There was a baby alarm in the room including a security camera installed into the corner of the room.
"What do we call him?" George asked.
Winona tilted her head as the baby held onto her finger with remarkable strength.
"Spock,Spock Samuel Kirk." Winona said.
Spock yawned, snuggling back in.
"How do we tell him that he is . . an alien, you know?" George asked.
"When he is old enough to understand." Winona said.
George looked back at Spock.
"He looks like a scientist to me." George said, jokingly.
"He has the strength of a leader." Winona said.
"I guess that could happen." George said.
"It can happen." Winona corrected George.
"What are the chances that there is a Spock and a Kirk out there exploring the universe?" George asked. "Look alikes but not that quite."
"As my father used to say, we are to make our own fate." Winona said.
"Yes, you are right." George said.
"I am always right." Winona said, with a small smile.
"Maybe one day he will be a big brother," George said. "And he will not be the only one."
"He would be towing his brother out of trouble." Winona said.
"And let's not forget lecturing!" George said.
"He can help with the milking." Winona said.
"And get himself covered in mud." George said.
"And his brother would be a rule stickler." Winona said.
"Wouldn't that be funny if it all turned out the way we are thinking it as?" George asked.
"Family is thicker than blood." Winona said.
"Family isn't always connected by blood . . ." George said. "And their bond together is what makes them family."
"I know their bond will make up for that." Winona said.
There was a pause.
"Do you want me to make dinner for you?" George asked. "I have been using the internet lately to help me. I can make a Taco pie if you would like." Winona turned her head in the direction of the man. "I take that as a yes."
"Make me taco pie." Winona said.
George got up.
"Taco pie, coming right up!" George said.
"TV on," Winona said, as her husband got up then headed toward the kitchen. The television turned onto the news channel. "Documentary channel."
The channel switched to a channel with the red 'h' mark on the corner.
" In 1930, a hundred years ago, there was a gigantic starship that reportedly came with elfs who had strange eyebrows. They approached with an unusual v-shaped hand sign and claimed they came in peace and that their starship had suddenly lost power and communications were down. A couple who happened to be there watched the leader identify himself in a strange language that sounded odd.
'They were dressed in odd wardrobe,' Kelsey Grammar, twenty-three at the time, claimed. 'The leader outreached his hand toward the officers. One of the officers got scared and fired the first shot. The others came to the side of the fallen one. My husband, my boyfriend at the time, and I fled.'
But they would never forget what the fallen one had said before being shot down.
'Live long and prosper.'
They had their windows down reading the lips through a pair of binoculars ."
"You won't be killed by lead bullets," Winona said. "My baby, not on my watch."
The kitchen light was.
"Country music channel." Winona said.
Just like Jessie James. . . .
Spock hit his all miles stones but a little bit early. He was speaking fluently at the age of three and solving algebra problems with the bat of an eye. He would recite music lyrics that he had heard when he was six months old. And language that his parents had spoken in which followed suit by spanking, getting soap in his mouth, and sitting in the corner all of which when he was three years old. It was dark outside. There were a few horses in their stalls
"So, what did the astronauts find now?" A heavily pregnant Winona asked.
George poked at his food, his appetite lost.
"Skeletons." George said.
"On mars?" Winona asked, her eyebrows raising.
George looked up.
"No, the moon." George said, as Spock finished chewing his pasta.
"The moon is a satellite that is not hosptial for organisms." Spock said.
"I am thinking that they might be what the V alien were," George said. "One of the skeletons were in this salute." He held his hand up and did the unknown salute parting his left side and right side fingers. "Which is interesting because the rate of decay was unfathomable. The only thing left behind was the strange uniforms they had been in."
"Who were they saluting?" Spock asked.
"The Earth," George said. "In the captain's chair."
"Fascinating." Spock spinned his fork in the pasta twirling it round and round.
"We are not talking about skeletons at the dinner table." Winona said.
"We found the skeleton of a dead pregnant V alien." George added.
"George!" Winona said.
"They didn't starve to death. They suffocated. At least that is what the forensic anthropologist told us. . . At least they died not by friendly fire." He took a sip of his drink then lowered it down. "We could have . . " His fist smacked on the table making it shake. Spock did not flinch. "We could have become friends with the damn aliens. But no someone had to end up annihilating the damn aliens! It is not fair! It is just not fair! So much damn history and wasted opportunity lost."
"Father, the rate of your useage of the word 'damn' indicates you are frustrated with something other than the skeletons," Spock said. "And if I may point out that there was no wasted opportunity as I am, logically, the example of mother's contribution to the Sperm cell frozen from the deceased V alien. You are frustrated because NASA is eager to get their hands on me and see the differences in a hybrid."
There was silence.
"George?" Winona looked over toward George. George refused to look at her. "No." Winona shook her head. "Don't tell me that is true."
George looked over in the direction of Winona with a sad smile.
"We will talk about this after dinner, sweetie." George said.
Winona's hand trembled as she cut the noodle.
"Father, when do they want me?" Spock asked.
George looked sadly in the direction of Spock.
"Can we talk about this after dinner?" Winona asked, in a low voice.
Spock looked in the direction of Winona.
"Of course, mother." Spock said.
They finished dinner in silence.
Spock put his plate into the dishwasher along with the fork. Spock went into the restroom where he washed his hands into the sink overhearing his parents sharing the discussion. Winona sounded upset. George did not sound like he enjoyed the idea telling her. It sounded like they were in the living room. Spock shut the door, used the toilet, and washed his hands again after the rinsing. He walked out of the bathroom, down the hall, took a turn to the right where he sat Winona crying into the shoulder of George.
"What is wrong?" Spock asked.
Winona broke the hug with George.
"S. . . Spock," Winona said. "I am not your mother."
"Your real mother died shortly after you were born." George said.
"She was my friend," Winona said. "Her name was . . . Amanda Grayson."
"We knew her quite well," George said, as Spock sat down into the chair. "I. . . It. . It was our idea. We said it would be swell, we said it would be the most amazing and biggest miracle in the time of man. To bring a alien hybrid into this world and raise it."
"She would have been a great mother," Winona said. "She was a teacher."
"Remember the Aunts and Uncles who looked really strange to you?" George said.
"Yes." Spock said.
"They were not Kirks." Winona said.
"They were all Graysons." George said.
"You have raised me under your house. For that, reasonably, I am a Kirk." Spock said.
Winona closed her eyes, tearfully, as she took the hand of George.
"They are coming for you, tomorrow." Winona said.
Spock stared at them, for a minute or two, processing that then he sighed.
"May I conduct a mind meld with my little brother?" Spock asked.
"What is that?" George said.
"It is something that mother and I discovered. It is the meeting of the minds. I have discovered recently that we share something tangible, mentally. Familiar. Warm, full of love and adoration from the two of you. Respect and care. For a three year old, I know the world out there is not an easy one. And for that. . . I might not have a good life living on the run. I am capable of telepathy. For example, I made Thunder the horse jump over the fence two days, three hours, and thirty-two minutes ago."
"And the cow that landed on the roof?" George asked.
"That was not a cow, father, that was a mountain lion." Spock said.
"You have my permission, Spock." Winona said.
"I will send my brother warmth and comfort," Spock said. "And a message to keep you two on your toes."
"We are thinking of naming him James Thomas Kirk." Winona said.
Spock approached his mother then sat on the side of the couch.
"That sounds like a acceptable name,mother." Spock said.
Spock applied his fingers on her heavily pregnant stomach and closed his eyes.
Hello.
Hello! What is going on there? I don't like it when Mommy is crying.
I am leaving.
You are Spock.
I am.
You are my brother.
I am.
Call me Jim. I don't like being called James. James is a stupid name.
That can be arranged between us.
Are you going to be there when I arrive?
Negative.
Your are my brother.
In a sense, yes.
You have to be there!
I cannot. But you must be there for mother and father.
I want you to be there!
I cannot.
Spock, I am scared.
Do not be, Jim.
How are you not scared?
If nothing ever ended, nothing would get started, brother.
What do you look like?
I have two pointy ears, two eyebrows pointed upwards, and I have black hair. I have green blood. I have white skin. I have brown eyes. I have a monk hair cut. Father sometimes refers to me as the mini-monk black sheep of the only part missing is the monk wardrobe.
Mommy is scared.
Mother and father love you very much.
Mother loves you very much, Spock. If you leave. . I feel that I am coming.
How soon?
After you leave.
Jim, if you were a V alien then we would have a Family Bond.
What is a V alien?
Me.
Oh, that sounds different!
I have to go now.
Please, don't go.
My apologies that I will not be there to witness your arrival, brother. Live long and prosper.
SPOCK!
Spock took his fingers off the side of her stomach feeling tears coming down his cheeks.
"You will be a Kirk no matter where you go," George brought the three year into a hug and allowed him to cry. "Always."
"And you will always be my little V man." Winona joined the family hug.
It was night out.
And it was very late into the young day. There were several dark vans with men dressed in armored gear heading toward the large family generational themed house. The front porch, the cars parked in the closed garage doors, and the slightly falling to the side mail box. The vans came to a stop with their headlights on. The doors to the vehicles flew open followed by the men leaping out.
Some of the farm animals started to react.
The horses nieghed and acted uneasy.
The cows mooed, as usual, but more louder than usual.
Spock turned in his bed, his hands wrapped around the teddy bear, and he seemed curled up in fetal position.
"Get the kid." One of the agents said, from outside.
Max, the family collie, parked on the bedside of Spock got upright growling sensing something was not right. The door to the house was kicked down quite loudly. The agents swarmed the house with their guns's flashlights guiding their way in the house. Several "Clear!" could be heard echoing back. Max stood at Spock's door and his barking gradual escalated. The door to Spock's room fell down loudly followed by a gun shot and a dog's whimper. Spock got up right shouting "Max!"
One agent picked Spock up.
"FATHER!" Spock screamed. He was visibly frightened. "FATHER! MOTHER! FATHER!"
George sprinted from his bed taking out a bat from under the bed then went out of the room through the open door. From behind him was Winona. Spock was in danger. Spock was in danger. Spock was in danger. Spock was in danger. That was the only thing circulating in his brain when he saw a flash of light briefly blind his vision and a "FATHER!".
"Drop my son!" George demanded.
"He is not your son, Mr Kirk." Came the second agent.
"I raised him,and I say he is!" George lunged at the agent getting a punch straight at the face knocking him down toward the floor and a gun shot. There were two shots to the leg respectively to prevent him from going after them. Spock was over the shoulder of one of the agents.
"Father! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!" Spock struck the back of the agent. "Let me go!"
"DROP MY BOY!" Winona demanded.
The third agent turned in the direction of the heavily pregnant woman.
"You don't want to lose that baby,Mrs Kirk, we have ways of making someone losing a baby in their trimester."
"He is my son!"
"Spock isn't. He is an alien. And he is a threat to national security. Farewell."
The agents went down the hall followed by Spock's frightened screams. George got himself up, bleeding, and each step he took was painful. He was enraged. After all he had done for them, following the rules, and this is what he gets. George was going to hand Spock over tomorrow after making their final goodbyes exactly where Jefferson had instructed him. He struck down one of the agents at the door with the bat. Then another and another. When a man is properly motivated, the pain becomes a background noise. George didn't like how things were handled but he had to follow them. What did they think he was? A man who went behind his government's back? They were gravely mistaken.
A father should never be challenged when abducting one of their children.
"One more move and Spock is dead." The fifth agent said, pinning a gun to the side of Spock's temple. That was Ryder Ryan, head of M-16.
Spock was fighting back tears to see his parents in rather bad shape.
"Listen to him,George." Winona said, through the tears.
Splash.
"Did you just hear that?" George looked upon in horror at Winona who was slipping.
"Listen to him, George." Winona said, as her legs were collapsing.
"Pleasure doing business with you." Ryder said.
"I will be back!" Came Spock's shout as he was taken into the black van.
George looked in anguish at the direction of Ryder.
"You selfless bastard." George said.
"I have my orders, Mr Kirk." Ryder went into the passenger seat.
George then turned his head in the direction of Winona and his focus shifted toward her and the delivery of the baby. He pulled her pants and her panties down. He could hear the panting of Max heavily near him. George looked over to see the dog had one bullet wound in his forehead. He instructed his wife to do the normal breathing procedures for delivering and he let her hold his hand. Winona screamed as the baby was coming out.
In five minutes, James T. Kirk came into the world wailing with his eyes a default blue.
"Hello, James." George said.
"He looks beautiful." Winona said.
Max came back with a blanket dragging behind hm while sticking in his mouth.
"I will get the scissors." George said, then he left.
"Don't be scared," Winona said. Then she slowly started to sing to the little newborn. "Don't you be afraid, nothing's going to change, it's all going to be all right. . . . Just trust me." And shortly afterwards, after cutting the scissors, George Kirk would go to the hospital with his family and get a birth certificate for James.