Author's Chapter Notes:

Uh, so this ended up being a lot longer than I expected it to be. It's about as twice as long as Spock's intro. Please let me know if my representation of any of the characters bothers you.
Also, in one of the reviews someone mentioned Spock being half-vulcan. It was supposed to be included in the author's notes for the last chapter but they got deleted and I forgot to put it back in. Spock is a full blooded Vulcan in this but he's still essentially the same. Also Sybok still exists but as you will recall, he did stray from the Vulcan ways so he's obviously not in line for the throne anymore. Sorry for any confusion and I hope I can answer your questions if you have any.

Jim Kirk whistled through the dusty terrain at a breakneck speed, yowling at the top of his lungs. His bike hummed loudly in protest to the high speeds being exerted on it. It was these times that made him feel the most alive, the most human. No itchy clothes or meetings with dignitaries or "Straighten your back, James. This is important." No. Here he was Jim. Just Jim. Swerving across the barren landscape with only the eyes of the rocks on him.

He let out a bellowing laugh as he made a turn, heading for the forest he knew was just on the edge of the horizon. He would disappear, if only for a few days. Just a few days wouldn't matter; no one would miss him too badly. It would be just like a mini vacation all to himself.

Jim's hopes were promptly dashed when he heard the blare of sirens that unmistakeably belonged to the royal guard. Jim groaned out loud, he had made so sure no one would catch him! He hazarded a glance back at the three vehicles tailing him. Jim licked his lips as he turned forward again, calculating his chances of outrunning them carefully.

A loud voice boomed over the sound of the sirens. "Jim Kirk, by order of Emperor George Kirk you must pull over. You are to be escorted back to the palace at once. Your father has urgent news." James was snapped from his trance. Urgent news was never good. He figured if he could make it to the trees in time he'd outrun them.

Revving the engines violently, the prince shifted into an even higher speed, leaving the surprised looking soldiers behind him in the dust. The vehicles picked up their pace to keep up with the young delinquent but were quickly losing ground. They decided to resort to commands again, praying that the boy would listen for once in his life. "I repeat, by order of the Emperor we request that you pull over. If you comply immediately, no disciplinary action shall be taken."

James turned, grinning menacingly and flipped them the bird, "Not a chance in hell, morons! You can all suck my d-" James was cut off by a sharp gasp as he felt himself losing control of the bike. He knew at this speed there was little chance he'd survive. He tried slamming on the brakes. His pursuers swerved around him. The bike screeched to a slow before it toppled over and dragged him with it a good fifteen feet or so.

The Prince let out a painful groan as he felt the sting of fresh wounds all across the right side of his body. It was only moment before the three who had chased him were above the accident, quickly removing the bike so it wouldn't injure him further. "C'mon kid, let's get you to a doctor."

Jim lolled his head to the side as they picked him up but managed enough strength to raise his head momentarily and spit in one of their faces, "Hate you…" He mumbled before being put down in the backseat of an aircar.

He supposed he had passed out at some point due to shock because when he woke up there were the bright lights he knew to be a hospital and he could feel most of his cuts had been healed.

Jim tried to move but immediately regretted it when his personal doctor's gruff Georgian accent began yelling at him. "Damn it Jim! What in the blazes did you exactly think you were doing out there? This is the third time this month I've had you in here. You're going to actually get yourself killed one of these days. I could be using my staff for other things than the injuries sustained from your stupidity, you know!"

Jim closed his eyes tight, he hated it when he got his friend mad like this. There was no way of stopping him. He had almost formulated a response when a voice saved him from having to answer to his fuming doctor. "That will be fine, Leonard. I will speak to James from here." Leonard bowed respectfully before leaving the private room reserved especially for James, no doubt ranting to himself before he took it out on some poor innocent patient with one of his famous hypos from hell.

James swallowed nervously, this was worse than Bones by far. He didn't want to answer to his father; especially when he came all the way down here to address him. He took a brief glance, just to peek at how angry he was. Oh yeah, he was pissed.

"James, I can't believe you sometimes. You're living the life thousands would kill for and yet you keep running off like this. Do you have any idea how this makes us look? You can't just go off and do whatever the hell you want!" George spat with anger at his son, "This is an important day and I will not let your juvenile antics ruin everything!"

A woman dressed in a luxurious gown swept into the room following George's enraged outburst and gasped, rushing to her son's side. "Oh Georgie, look! He can't go like this. He looks awful, what will we do?"

James' head shot up. Special day? Go? Where was he going? What was going on? "Hey, what do you mean, 'go'? What're you guys talking about?" Jim became panicked, his eyes shifting between his parents, none of them betraying any clue as to where he could be going.

George raised his hand, "Please son, be silent. Allow me to explain." He pulled up two chairs for him and his wife and began to speak. "The Vulcan Empire is very advanced in its technology and has many resources that would be useful to us. They are willing to share these things with us and it would be a prosperous relationship for both of our planets." He took a deep breath and looked to his wife who nodded at him to continue, "They request a marriage, son; A high standing marriage to be exact. That would be you. You're marrying the next in line to the Vulcan throne. They will be here tomorrow to meet and collect you."

Jim stared in disbelief at his parents trying to process what had been said to him. He flicked his stare to his mother's solemn expression and knew that this was no joke. He was going to get married. He was going to get married tomorrow. He shot up from the bed into a standing position and staggered back towards the farthest wall he could get to. "No!" He shouted, "No!"He screamed even louder, " I will not be married to some alien princess I've never met! This is bullshit! Vulcan is hot and gross and everyone has a stick up their ass! It's bad enough here. I won't go." Jim was practically in hysterics, shaking his head and shivering uncontrollably. This couldn't be happening. He was planning to run away just hours ago. He couldn't run away from Vulcan, this had to be a nightmare or something.

George's expression was stern once more, "Jim. This is not optional. The decision has been made. It's time you grew up, you're almost twenty. Stop living in this silly fantasy world where you're free from responsibility. Come to think of it, Vulcan might be good for you. He's coming tomorrow so you better smarten up."

Jim sank to the ground, "He? I'm marrying a guy? This isn't right dad, you can't make me."

"I can and I will." He opened up the door to reveal a buff looking orderly, "Kyle will escort you to your room. You are to remain in there until your fiancé arrives. There will be at least ten guards so don't even think of trying anything funny. Your bags are packed with the appropriate Vulcan garments and robes for special occasions. Maria will assist you with your clothing for tomorrow morning but after that a Vulcan maid will be with you. I'm sorry Jim but this has to happen and you're not weaselling out of this. I will see you at the meeting tomorrow."

The Emperor left the room leaving Winona to soothe her shaken son from the words of her husband. "It's okay Jimmy, he doesn't mean it. We're both going to miss you dearly," she cooed, circling her arms around him, "It won't be that bad. He's a very respected man. He'll treat you right, don't worry." Jim jerked to get his mother's arms off him. "Leave me alone. You let this happen. Now I'm gonna be trapped on some wasteland planet for the rest of my life surrounded by emotionless Vulcan robots." Winona smiled sadly and rose, motioning to Kyle, there was nothing she could do further if James was just going to sulk, "It'll be fine. You'll see."

The downtrodden prince resigned to his fate, allowing Kyle's strong arms to drag him from the floor and carry him to his quarters on the other side of the palace. He was too tired to fight anymore and allowed himself to cry silently in the guard's arms. He was deposited on a poofy bed and the door was locked tight. He looked around to see the windows had all been tightly secured as well.

Jim wiped his nose, fresh tears still flowing down his face. He walked over to a pile of folded garments on a chair for the big day tomorrow. He held one in front of his face; it was some sort of Vulcan robe, expensive looking and made of silk. It was bright red, probably a human feature, he expected Vulcan clothes were always dull and boring. There was costly gold embroidery etched in every here and there and it was adorned with square shaped emeralds and one very expensive looking diamond. He tossed the robe back over the chair and slumped back into his bed, sobbing even louder. Maria would get no sleep tonight.

Chapter End Notes:

I may review this more later. I only went over it once. If there's any changes you think I should make, feel free to let me know. This is a learning process. Thanks for reading.