Chapter Six

Kirk POV

I shoot up as the sound of a scream reaches my ears, followed by the shattering of glass. Spock raises, his eyes narrowed as both he and I climb down the ladder and storm to the house.

"LET GO OF ME!" Mom's voice tears through the house in a furious scream. I shove the back door open with a loud bang, my hand grasping tightly around Frank's wrist, glaring down at him.

"I suggest you let go of my mother." I get out in my Captain's voice. My hand squeezes his tightly in warning as he glares deeply at my mother, letting go once he does.

"Spock, take her upstairs and make sure she is okay, then I want you back down here." I command, not having to look at him to make sure he did as I asked; I knew he would.

"Now you better tell me why the fuck you were assaulting my mother, Frank. I had thought you wouldn't lay a hand on her since she's the so called cushion in your sorry excuse of a life, isn't that what you said to me when I was younger?" I spit out, causing him to sneer at me.

"I told her to not let that fucking alien trash in here, it was bad enough that you keep coming back, but to have him in this house and with you… but she said no, the stupid woman…" He trails off, spitting on the floor near my feet.

"So because she refused to kick out her son and the man who helped save earth twice you dared to lay a hand on her!?" I ask outraged, my fists clenching as it takes everything within me not to hit him.

"THIS IS MY HOUSE!" He roars causing me to snort in laughter.

"No Frank, this isn't your house. This is my house, my mother's house as it belonged to my father! Oh no, this isn't your house at all, in fact you have no right to be here and demand anything from anyone." I state, smirking. "Actually, I reckon you just royally fucked up Frank, you see I am under a good amount of knowledge that you don't own a house anymore, it being foreclosed and all. I would like you to leave, pack your shit and leave." I snark, while watching his face go red.

I prepare my stance subtly so he doesn't realize I know he's going to attack, that way it gives me the upper hand. I shake my head as he lunges, his fist swinging into a very crude haymaker which is easily blocked, allowing me to connect my fist to his ribcage.

I feel his other hand connect to my leg making me wince in slight pain before I jerk it up, connecting with his face causing him to cry out as a crunch fills the air. I watch as he stumbles back, his hand clutching his bloody nose.

"You'll regret that you good for nothing brat!" he snarls before collapsing as Spock steps out from behind the wall and nerve pinches him. His face dark as he watches Frank collapse to the door, his hands clenching in an all too familiar rage.

"Spock, how is Mom?" I ask, forcing his eyes to snap to me, his body relaxing after a few short seconds.

"She has bruises, there was no other damage beyond that, and she said that you reached them right in time." He quotes before staring back down at the unconscious Frank. "She is calling the police now but I will be calling Starfleet to come and collect him from the local jail for attacking a Starfleet Captain." He rumbles out before making his way upstairs just as Mom comes rushing down.

Her eyes land on Frank's bloody, unconscious form and she gasps, her eyes going round as her hand flies up to her mouth. "Oh my, what happened?" She asks, causing me to sigh.

"Mom, you need to sit. What I'm going to tell you is going to be hard for the both of us." I state, gesturing to the free chair next to me.

"Mom, I know you thought Frank was a nice guy but in all honesty he isn't. He is the reason Sammy ran away and refuses to come visit, he is the reason I drove Dad's car off the edge of the cliff and got sent to… there… he beat us when we were little, I had to scavenge for food because he spent the money you sent for us on booze. We couldn't tell you because he'd beat us when you left if we tried and no one else believed us because he's such 'a nice man'." I tell her, each word getting harder and harder to say as her eyes begin to water and the blood drains from her face.

"I… why… I…" She stutters out just before the familiar sound of a siren fills the air.

With a sigh I cast a look at Mom before getting up and opening the door to the familiar face of Captain Royan and two officers by his side. Oh how I hate the officers of this town, am never able to lie to them, the robotic masks they wear connecting to the system plus the added face recognition.

"Well ain't it James Kirk, I had a feeling you were home when Winonacalled." Captain Royan drawls out, his thick southern accent something I had become well too adjusted to.

"Roy, it's not me you're here for. It'll be Frank, he had the nerve to manhandle mom, but you'll be holding him till Starfleet comes to pick him up, he will be surely answering to them for assaulting me." I reply, opening the door wide enough for him and his goons to come inside.

He raises his brows as he comes to a stop where a still unconscious Frank lay before casting me a look. He was the only one to really believe me about Frank but he had no proof and he knew that there would be major backlash upon himself and me if Frank got out.

"Take him away." He instructs and instantly his officers have him hoisted and cuffed as they carry him to the car.

"Nicely done Kirk, now stay out of trouble you hear me? I wouldn't want to arrest the man who helped save earth twice now would I?" Roy states teasingly as he walks past; clapping me on the shoulder as he does so.

I shut the door behind him before making my way upstairs to find Spock. I know mom is sort of okay, she hasn't left the spot, but a dark look now replaces the one of horror.

I pad upstairs and knock on the slightly ajar door, pushing it open ever so slowly to reveal Spock leaning on the bare table, his knuckles going a pale white and deep green.

"Are you okay Spock, I have not seen you this mad since that day on the bridge." I ask softly, causing his head to whip around and his eyes to lock on me.

"It seems… I am emotionally compromised Captain." He states, cocking his head to the side slightly causing me to sigh.

"That may be so but why, you have better control than this?" I ask, wincing as the adrenaline begins to wear off and the pain to kick back in. I feel my knees give slightly as the fatigue begins to creep in and I quickly sit on the edge of the bed. I hear soft shuffling before the familiar click of the hypospray hits my neck.

"Thanks." I sigh out before looking back up at him.

"I am sorry I wasn't there to disengage him before he had struck you. It is my duty as your Second to make sure no harm is to come to you…" I went to cut him off, only to stop when he casts me a look. "And as a friend it is my duty right now to make sure you are recovering from the accident and I have failed in that section." He finishes, standing stiffly by my side.

I flop back on the bed and clench my eyes shut before sitting back up and casting a slightly annoyed look at Spock. "Look Spock, you didn't fail, the only thing he hit was my leg and that barely hurt at all. You incapacitated him when he was about to attack again. You are doing fine, try not to brood okay, let it go. I need to go check on Mom, I left her with some hefty news and I'd better make sure she's okay." I state while standing from the bed and leaving him in the room to think.

Author Note: OOOOO FRANK NO! HAHAHA