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Stardate: March 27th, 2252

"So," Christine Chapel asked her best friend Julliana Kirk as they walked to class together. Christine had linked her right arm with Julliana's left. "How was your week away with Spock?" She smiled slyly at Julliana, giving her a little tug.

"Well," Julia said, putting a hand to her chin and tapping it, "We went to a restaurant/bar, waited for several hours for my brother, and Spock got beat up so bad we had to spend most of the week in the hospital together."

"Jeez!" Christine exclaimed, taking Julia's explanation for a joke, "Sounds like your brother and Spock didn't get along." Frowning, Julia glanced at her friend. She stopped a few feet from their next classroom and looked straight at Christine.

"Christy, that wasn't a joke," She said seriously, "and it wasn't my brother who was in the fight - it was some biased miner who packed a real punch. Spock almost had to have heart surgery because of one misplaced blow."

"Seriously?" Christine asked, her eyes widening. "Gosh, I'm sorry Julia, I thought you were joking…" She shook her head as the two of them continued towards their class. They both attended one of the same medic classes, as well as the same tactics class. At the moment, they were heading to Tactics Class. "Some people can be real jerks."

"Including my no-show of a brother." Julia muttered as they passed through the doorway. The two of them had unhooked arms and now started for seats several feet apart.

"No. Way. He didn't even show up?"

"Nope," Julia said, sitting down. The seats between them were empty for now, usually they were the last to be filled because they were in the front row - as well as between a pair of best friends. "Apparently he set his P.A.D.D. to auto reply, and hadn't checked his mail for several days."

"No offense, but I'm glad he's not my brother."

"Sometimes, I wish he wasn't mine." Julia ran a hand through her hair and sighed. "But, its too late to change fate, so there's no use crying over spilt milk."

"Or broken beer bottles," Christine whispered back as the teacher entered the room and a few last minute students appeared. Class would be starting soon, and the teacher didn't look too well on students who spoke in Tactics Class.

Julliana was able to concentrate well on the lesson at hand, for the first half of the session. They studied, at first, the tactics by which some Klingon and Romulans used to fake distress signals and lure unsuspecting Federation ships towards them in order to attack them.

But as the class continued, Julia began to feel uncomfortable. Mostly due to the fact that their teacher, Commander Gary Mitchell, was glancing continually at her.

"And, because today's class is about fake distress calls," Commander Mitchell continued, switching on a screen projection that brought up a video of a familiar ship. "And considering the anniversary of the USS Kelvin's destruction is coming around, the Board of Directors has requested that I go over the tactics used in luring and destroying it."

Looking up at the ship, Julia could feel some sort of connection to it. Seeing it made her feel a sense of deja-vu, though she knew she'd never seen the ship up close except the day she was born. But she couldn't remember that day, no matter how hard she tried.

"In this video, we will be going over the Captain's log and the emergency frequencies that were recorded just before the ships destruction, as well as several videos of the ship containing vital information from before and after its destruction," He looked around the room now, his eyes meeting Julia's "If any one feels queasy at the sight of blood or wishes to read the text written transcript, please do not be afraid to ask or leave class."

With a jolt, Julia realized he was talking mainly to her. Staring her teacher in the eyes, she challenged him to say her name, to call her out directly. When he didn't, and relaxed a little more. And when one or two students left the room, she felt even more confident of herself.

She could do this. She could watch the video recalling the events leading up to her father's death and her and Jim's birth.

"Let's begin, then." Commander Mitchell said, pressing play on the presentation.

"Captain's Log, stardate 2233.01"

"We've just begun our voyage of exploration today, and as we search for new life out in space, a new life will be on its way shortly in this very ship. My first officer George Kirk has a twins on the way, and they should be due any day now. It seems fitting that the twins should be born on this exploration of new life, as they themselves are going to be new when they enter the world."

Julia could feel her face blush as she watched the Captain's log, and wondered if anyone was watching her reaction. Shew as sure Christy was, but she didn't count because she was her friend. Glancing back at the screen, she watched as, in the background, her father made a cameo, walking behind the captain to his station. She could feel her eyes prick at the sight.

"So far our journey has been uneventful. We have yet to discover any new species of life, though we have discovered several inhabited M-class planets. As well as several D-class and below. That's all to report for now."

The video automatically switched to the next Captain's log, and Julia had to keep herself from gasping. Her father was doing this Captain log. His face was so alive, his blue eyes piercing like her and Jim's, and his hair as blonde as both of the twins.

"Captain's Log, stardate 2233.02"

"This is Commander George Kirk, supplying the Captain's Log of Captain Rebue, as he is down on an M-class planet struggling for his life. The planet we went down to explore was apparently inhabited by Klingons, even though this is Federation Space.

"Whatever's happening down there, I am sure Captain Rebue will make it back on board alive - the mans' got more spirit and bravery than even I have…"

His voice trailed off as an officer said something intelligible off video. Julia was studying the current face on screen, memorizing the face of her father. This was the man who had saved her life, her brother's, and about 800 others from the fate of the USS Kelvin.

"Speaking of which, Captain Rebue is now on board the Kelvin. He is reported to being unharmed, for the most part, other than a few bruises. The rest of the landing party is safe as well and -"

He was interrupted by the swishing of doors, and Captain Rebue coming down to replace George Kirk in the Captains seat. The men switched places, Commander Kirk going

back to his station, and Captain Rebue only just noticing the Captain's Log was still rolling.

"I have made a speedy recovery, thanks to the efforts of my crew, and the planet the landing party has just vacated will be known kept clear of Federation vessels until negotiations can be properly, er, negotiated. End Log."

Swallowing hard, Julia knew the next log would not be a happy one. It would be mostly a video clip of the destruction of the USS Kelvin. The death of her father. And she was right.

Men and women dashed this way and that aboard the Kelvin, as their ship was fired rapidly upon by the mysterious ship. Captain Rebue was dead, and the new captain, George Kirk, was making the decisions.

As the ship was attacked, Captain George Kirk knew what he needed to do. He needed to get everyone off the ship, and then ram this baby into the next one over - dealing as much damage as he could to the ship attacking them. He ordered everyone off the ship, and personally used the speakers to alert all personal of his decision.

"Attention, this is Captain George Kirk of the USS Kelvin. Captain Rebue is dead, and we are being attacked by an unknown ship. I want all personal to leave this ship, setting your stations for automatic. I want all personal to leave the ship via the shuttle crafts. That includes everyone in Medical Bay as well. Winona, I'm talking to you."

The video log was added onto by the sound of a woman, Winona Kirk. She was breathing hard, groaning as her contractions wracked at her.

"George," She said, "George I don't want to leave without you."

"Winnie, you have to go," George responded. "I'll come to your shuttle as soon as I can. It's not like I want to miss my first set of twins being born."

"Fine, but I don't know if I can hold them for that long." Winona huffed, as she struggled with another contraction. "Hurry," She whispered, barely audible to the audio. Winona was wheeled into shuttle bay 37, where a large eyed nurse helped to place Winona on a bed. She attached a few devices to keep track of the woman's vital signs as the craft began to move. Struggling to get up, Winona tried to stop the craft.

"We - we can't leave without George," The nurse pushed her down gently, telling her she needed to push, that the babies were coming. "GEORGE!" She screamed as she pushed - hard. Her first baby came out, a girl. The nurse placed her in Winona's arms.

"There's another one coming - I need you to push again, harder this time," The nurse said without visible emotion. Cringing, Winona pushed again, screaming something intelligible - and her second child came out, a boy.

"Winnie," George's voice came on the intercom, he sounded pained as he spoke.

"George," Winona sighed, holding both of her children close to her, "You were supposed to be here."

"I know I was but, the ship can't be set on auto," Winona's eyes widened, "I have to pilot it manually."

"George -"

"No arguing," He said sadly, "But, hey, I heard I have two new kids. Tell me about them."

"You have another son," Winona said, smiling down at her baby boy, "He looks like you."

"What should we name him?"

"What about after your father - Tiberius, was it?"

"That's a terrible name," George laughed, "It sounds old. How about James, after your father?"

"Okay. James it is," She smiled down at her boy, "James Tiberius Kirk."

"And, the other one?"

"A girl," Winona replied, turning her attention to the first born of the twins. "She's the older one - and she has your lung capacity."

"She sounds wonderful," George said, sounded distracted now. "You know what I always wanted to name my first born daughter?"

"What?"

"I always wanted to name her Julliana," Winona silently repeated the word, she liked the way it sounded. "That, or Valerie."

"I think I like -"

"Winnie, I love you," George said suddenly, and Winona straightened up. Outside, she could just barely see the Kelvin as she made a head on course for the larger spacecraft. "I love you so mu-"

He was cut off by an explosion and a blast of static. Winona's eyes widened as she realized her husband was dead. With silent sobs, and tears rolling down her face, she pulled her children close to her, mourning the loss of her husband, mourning that her children would never really know their father.

That was where the video stopped, and when it did, more than half the kids in the classroom were crying. Julia had tears pouring down her face, having just seen the death of her father, and the birth of her and her brother.

"And…" Commander Mitchell looked back around at his class, "That concludes this lesson. Dismissed," He waved a hand, and many of the students got up to leave. Julia stayed seated, staring at the place where she'd last seen her father's living, breathing face. Then, with a jolt, she realized she was staring and nearly alone in the classroom except for herself, Christine, and Gary.

Getting up, she made her way towards the doorway. A hand came down on her shoulder and she turned quickly to face Gary Mitchell. He looked sober, and rather melancholy.

"I, uh, I knew your father back when I was a student in the Academy." he said, looking into her eyes. Julia nodded, feeling a little out of it at the moment. "I thought you might want to have a copy of the Captain's and First Commander's logs. I know it's not much, and often illegal...but I pulled a few strings…"

"Thank you," Julia croaked out. Gary opened his mouth, shut it, and then handed her a package. She took it, cradling it with care. Then she left with Christine, glad that this was her last class of the day.

She would have had Combat, but her instructor had twisted his ankle the day before. So there was no Combat class, and now she was free the rest of the evening. Christine would stay with her for a while, and then Spock would, of course.

But neither of them would be able to stay with her when their classes started. So she would be alone. With no one but herself and the videos of her father to keep her company.

As she walked with Christine to her dorm, she tried to blink back the tears that threatened to fall. The tears that always came when her father was brought up. From the video, she'd seen he was an amazing man. One of the best Star Fleet officers she'd ever seen. And a great captain.

He'd put his needs before the others of the crew. He'd missed their birth so that they could live. So that everyone else who escaped on the shuttle crafts could live. In a way, she kind of hated him for doing it. He could have let someone else do it for him, and then seen them alive and well. But if he hadn't done that, then they might be dead. And she loved him for saving her and Jim's life. And for having a hand in creating them, of course.

But why did he have to go and die?

Hey, thanks for reading! I know this chapter was a bit heavy with emotions, kind of dark and pretty sad. But I wanted it to be an emotional time before she went off with Spock to see her twin brother. Anyway, I hope it was an enjoyable piece, and I'll be working on the next chapter after I get my finals for school done.