Oh my lord. I am so sorry. I know I've said that once before but please forgive me! I've recently graduated college and started out in the real world! It's kind of crazy but I've ready for this chapter of my life. So, anyways. Here's the next chapter of this story and I would like to say that I will finish this story no matter how long it takes me!

Oh my lands, there are probably so many mistakes in this. I will fix them right after I fix last chapters since I never did it! I'm a terrible person.

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"All your vital signs look good, Mr. Kirk."

"How many times do I have to tell you Leonard, it's George," The older man teased as he pulled on a regulation black undershirt. "He always like this Jimmy?"

"Nah, I don't know why he's acting so proper, he's usually a complete ass to everyone." Jim grinned from where he was leaning against the doorframe.

"I am not an ass, you are just an oversensitive crybaby." Bones grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest.

"See?" Jim smiled as his dad laughed. "What I was actually down here to tell you or more ask you was, if you wanted to have dinner with us tonight?"

"Us?" George asked.

"Some of the crew and I," Jim shrugged. "Bones will there, and so will Spock and Uhura. The officers that were here when I came by the first time."

The first when Jim had come sprinting in to finally meet his father he had stayed in his arms or closely by his bedside until Bones had to physically remove him. Grumbling along the way about needing to check out the elder Kirk, and to come back when your damn shifts over the guys not gonna disappear Jim, I promise.

So after being forcefully out Medbay he reluctantly made his way back to the Bridge where Spock and Uhura had returned to an hour previously.

Jim felt a little relieved by the whole situation. He had been so concerned about what he could possibly say to his father and how he would react, but all-in-all he thought there where ways that it could have gone much worse. He also felt warmed from the tips of his ears to his toes by how much his dad's eyes shined when he looked at Jim, and how proud and in love his father seemed to be with him. He had never really had that feeling much before when it came to parents. Sure, his mother was kind and supportive, but she had always been a little distant. Never showing too much affection, or not enough towards Jim and his brother.

George smiled at his son. He was thoroughly impressed with how he turned out. So strong and compassionate. He was everything George had wanted his sons to be. It was astonishing how similar they looked to one another, the sun-bleached hair and broad muscular shoulders where definitely a Kirk trait, but the one thing that George fell in love with the most physically about his son, where his eyes. They were bright and mischievous, with a whole universe behind them, but they also carried pain. It was obvious his son had been part of or had seen the darkness the world create. It broke his heart a bit knowing that he wasn't there for his son through those trials, but he could also see that Jim was strong enough and stubborn enough to with anything and everything on his own.

"Of course, Jimmy. There's no place I would rather be." He said dropping his hand on his sons shoulder and squeezing in what he hoped to be a comforting way.

Jim smiled brightly and nodded. "Good."

"Mr. Kirk, it's nice to see you again." Nyota greeted George as he and Jim came to sit down at their designated table. George sat down between her and Sulu, while Jim sat across from her beside Spock.

"You too, my darlin'," George grinned at Uhura, causing a slight blush and a small smile to grace the Lieutenant's face.

"Jesus, Jim." McCoy grumbled from beside Nyota. "Now I know where you get your flirtatious nature from."

"It's a Kirk thing. I gotta it from my dad." George laughed before taking a bite of hamburger. "Ugh, all this time and they haven't been able to upgrade the replicators." He grumbled, making the rest of the occupants that the table laugh.

Jim grinned, "Grandpa Tiberius was a flirt?"

"Oh, boy, you have no idea." George chuckled. "Anyway, I don't want to talk about me, I want to hear about you. Why don't you introduce me to the rest of your friends here, son?"

Jim's heart skipped a beat. Son. He liked that word. He liked being called that word. Especially by this guy across from him, his dad. He realized after George tilted his head at him in amusement that he had been sitting there smiling at the other man for a few seconds to long. "Oh right, umm, well you know, Bones," He stammered out. "And, you met Spock and Uhura. This is Sulu my helmsman, Scotty is the Chief Engineer, and Ensign Chekov my navigator."

"Nice to meet you all." George nodded his head politely. "I know this probably a bit weird for you. I know it is for me."

"Sure is, but I have to admit, it's kinda cool." Sulu chuckled.

George laughed. Jim's crew was great and seemed to really enjoy having his son as their and captain and their friend. Yeah, he was definitely proud of his boy. "So, Jim. Got a girl?"

Everyone at the table made a pause in their meal before Jim spoke up, "Ummm. No. No, I don't."

"Shame. Someone as handsome as you should be-"

"I think you're a little bias, dad." George grinned.

"Mr. Kirk sir. May I ask you a question?" Chekov asked abruptly. He could see the Commander becoming tense where he sat as the subject continued.

"Of course! What's on your mind, ummm?"

"Chekov." He navigator supplied.

Chekov! Yes! Sorry, what was your question?"

"Did you know Captain Robau well?"

George stops eating for a second. "He worked with me on the Kelvin." George swallows. "He was my Captain."

Everyone was quite for a few minutes.

"I... Ummm... Who was he to you?" George managed to rasp out.

"He had been my fathers close friend."

"I'm sorry for your loss. I tried… I thought… There was nothing I could do… I," George's breaths started out in short gasps

"Dad?"

"I... Should be there..." George looked up into Jim's eyes as tears began streaming down his cheeks. "Let's... Let's call him Jim."

"Dad... Dad. Calm down breathe." Jim plead as he got up from sit to rush to his father's side. He could barely hear his best friend shout into the comms for medical help and a sedative.

"Our baby... My son." George stood so quickly he toppled his seat over onto itself. "I need... I need... I have to manually steer the ship. Auto pilot... Auto pilot destroyed... I can't... Should be there."

"Dad," Jim's heart was racing as he grabbed his father's biceps trying to get him to focus his attention on him and calm him down, but George only continued to look more dazed and gasp out shallowly.

The captain was suddenly removed from his father when a group McCoy's team came sprinting in the room. Hypoing the elder Kirk with the requested sedative, causing him to go unconscious in the man's arms before being hauled off to Medbay.

Jim stood frozen watching his father being taken away from him before bursting out, "God dammit!" He screamed, kicking over an empty table I front of him. He heard Uhura gasp behind him and saw her standing with her hands over her mouth and unshed tears in her eyes. It made his stomach churn.

Chekov, Sulu and Spock were all still sitting tensely in their chairs, eyes wide and concerned as they watched their captain vibrate with barely contained emotion.

"Jim, Jim. Come on, buddy." Bones soothed, wrapping his arms around his best friend as he tried to calm Jim down but he was pushed away with strength and anger he didn't recognize from his friend.

"Don't fucking touch me," The captain all but growled, his blue eyes blazing wildly.

"Jim, you need to calm dow-"

"I'll calm down when I damn well please! You have no clue what I am going through right now, so you can go quit with the sympathetic and understanding eyes! That is my dad. My fucking father!" He screamed, face bright red with rage. "A man to whom I have never met! The only reason why I am standing here in front you! And, I have to watch him struggle to deal with what the fucking revengeful psychopathic alien did to him! Sometimes, I wish we never would have come in any kind of contact with any other life forms! My life would have been so much fucking better!" His voice cracked on the last words as the tears that had been threatening to spill slipped slowly down his flushed face.

The room was in a stunned silence all unsure what to do or say before there was the loud screech of a chair being pushed back. Everyone's eyes immediately snapped to where Commander Spock was standing rigidly with eyes blazing with anger and hurt. More emotion than anyone had ever seen him display in such a public place.

Jim's anger seemed to vanish the moment his eyes locked with Spock's. Heart visibly shattering and guilt immediately written all over his face. "S-spock, baby, I-"

"I have heard enough, Jim." Spock said coldly before turning and leaving the mess hall.

Notes:

Oh tell me what you think, I'm really not sure how I did on this chapter...