Walking Out of The Shadows
Chapter 3
I'm hoping you are enjoying this story. Please review! Otherwise I feel like no one likes it, and you wouldn't want me to stop writing would you? I had to show what Jim was thinking, and this was the only way to do it. He's a bit curious about Sydney. Archer is the great grandson of Enterprise's Jonathan Archer.
Kirk's POV:
Jim Kirk walked into his room and threw off his jacket. He sat down at the computer and typed in the name Sydney Pike. There was something about the five foot three inch female that wouldn't weigh 115 lbs. soaking wet that had his attention. Not to mention that most men couldn't have brought him to his knees like the young woman had. She had said she had training as a law enforcement agent, so what made her go into security and join Star Fleet, besides her father's influence. He watched as results popped up on the screen. Most of the information were news articles, from a year or so ago. He scrolled down and opened one that was from Star Fleet news organization. "A small patrol ship serving as law enforcement protection on the outlaying colonies was fired on causing the ship to catch fire. Four of the six members died of injuries or instantly. Two survivors, Sydney Leigh Pike age 23 and Captain Roger Carpenter, 43 were both injured badly and brought back to Earth. Pike suffered 60% burns on her body, Carpenter was blinded as well as burned. The dead were Maxwell J. Archer 25, Joseph L. Davidson 30, Martha C. Fitzgerald 20, and Kane I. Ziering 33," the article read with a picture of the six. Jim shook his head as his eyes scanned the picture. He noticed how close Archer and Sydney were standing together. "I don't have a boyfriend, not anymore," he remembered her voice in his head. He remembered how tense she was. "And you're going back into Space why?" he thought to himself.
Pike house:
Sydney walked in and threw her keys on the table. "Dad, I'm home," she reported as she started up the stairs.
"Come into the den and talk for a bit. It'll be a while until we get to have a father daughter chat again," Chris told his daughter.
Sydney turned and went into the den. "You think I'm not going to stop by your office do you?" she asked as she sat down on the couch across from him.
Chris smiled. "Well I'm hoping you get to busy and hang out with friends to hang out with your dear old dad," he said.
Sydney laughed as she pulled her knees up to her chin. "Right, I'm sure the macho guys in Security will just love to hang out with me," she answered sarcastically.
"Well, considering you've been beating up boys since you were 7, I think they better watch out," Chris reminded his daughter as he moved over to the couch and put his arm around her. "I could always try and talk to you into another field of study, but I know that you are to stubborn for me even to try and that would be disrespecting what you find the passion for," he told her as he kissed the top of her head.
Sydney laughed and elbowed him gently. "It's your fault you know, you taught me how to shoot a phasor before I was 5, and I was sitting on your knee at your monthly poker games when I was 6," she told him.
Chris laughed. "You met Max at one of those poker games, I swear Jonathan bringing him to that game," he said as he laughed. "I should have insisted on naming you something girly like Eve or Mary," he teased. "Doomed you from the beginning naming you Sydney," he told her.
Sydney laughed. "Oh I just love being named after your honeymoon spot," she teased.
Chris laughed. "Hey you were born two years after that, you know. But that was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen, until the day you were born."
"You tell me that all the time," she reminded her father.
"It's true," he insisted.
"Do you regret it? I mean having to raise me on your own? Holding back your career?" Sydney questioned.
"Hey, I did pretty good on the whole career thing," he told her. "The only thing I regret is that your mother did what she did. You I never regret," he told her. "Don't think other wise," he insisted.
"Really? How about that time I stole the shuttle and ran it into the church?" she asked with a grin.
Chris cleared his throat. "Well you were a teenager, and teenagers do push boundaries, and if I remember correctly, you didn't have any free time for two months helping rebuilding that church. And, I was glad that was all the trouble you got into."
"It could have been worse," Sydney admitted. "You think he'll show up tomorrow?"
"Who?" he questioned.
"You know who, Kirk," Sydney informed him.
"I don't know," he answered honestly. "How did it go with him?"
Sydney shrugged. "I did a lot of the talking, except when he was being an ass," she informed him. "I know you hope he will, but I'm not sure. I couldn't get a read from him, he was drunk and had attitude," she said. "I don't blame him, I got lucky having someone around that cared, I could have wound up the same way."
"But you didn't," he reminded her.
"By the Grace of God," Sydney told him.
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