A Familiar Story. Part Two.
Title: A Familiar Story
Rating: R-ish
Pairing: Kirk/pretty much everyone...
Warning: Female!Kirk. Spoilers for the new Star Trek.
Summary: Jimmy Kirk is certainly her father's daughter. A look at the events of Star Trek XI, if George and Winnona had had a girl. In response to the st_xi_kink prompt "Holy god, someone give me girl!Kirk/ANYONE. I MEAN IT. MCCOY, CHEKOV, SULU, SCOTTY, SPOCK PRIME, UHURA, ORION!GIRL"
She leaves the shot on the table, settles her tab with bartender, and walks outside. Judging from the soft grayblue of the sky, and the teases of light coming up over the flat, flat Iowa planes it’s probably five in the morning. She gets on her bike and starts to drive. At first she doesn’t know where she is going, but a half hour later she is watching the sunrise behind the skeleton of one of the biggest ships she has ever seen and she realizes what she is going to do.
She calls her mom then, and gets no answer. It’s not even six yet, which usually means Jimmy is calling her to ask for a ride home because she’s too drunk to find her keys. After doing this for years Winona Kirk finally told her beloved daughter she couldn’t enable her anymore. She still lets Jimmy crash on the couch sometimes, when her apartment is too far away. And they meet for lunch sometimes, but not often.
That look of sadness her mom always gives her is usually too much for Jimmy to handle.
Her mom doesn’t answer the phone, but that soft computer-generated voice tells her if she would like to leave a message she should do so after the beep.
"Hey. Mom." She starts, awkwardly and unsure, "It’s Jaime." There is a long pause after this. "I’m not going to make it to lunch tomorrow." She can almost hear the disappointed sigh her mother will make, "I’m joining Starfleet." She continues, "I’ll see you next Christmas."
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When she rolls in to the shipyard at seven thirty, most of the recruits are already on the transports. A construction worker looks at her and flashes an excited smile.
"Nice bike." He comments, as he removes his hardhat. "I’ve been saving up for one, but with a wife an’ a kid, an’ another one on the way other stuff eats the savings." Kirk gets off her bike, strokes a loving hand over the seat for the last time, and tosses the keys to the man.
"She’s yours. Take good care of her."
"Are you serious?" He calls out after her. "Thank you!"
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She finds Pike outside one of the transports. He raises one eyebrow slightly, and it’s obvious he is trying to repress a smile as he glances over one of the scruffiest looking recruits he has ever seen.
"Play your cards right," Pike begins, "and you’ll make officer in four years. Captain of your own ship in eight."
"Four years?" She asks, her lip splitting again as she grins too wide, "I’ll do it in three."
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Most of the dried blood has flaked off of her skin, but there is a growing bruise under her pretty blue eyes. She watches as a guy in front of her smacks his head on a ‘low clearance’ bar. She slides right under it without ducking. One of the advantages of being under five seven.
She spots ‘Cupcake', number two, three, and four. Number two is wincing anytime someone brushes up against his right leg, and number four has his nose in a splint. Cupcake’s knuckles are messed up, and Jim delights in knowing her face did most of that damage.
"At ease, gentlemen." She goads with a lazy salute. Cupcake growls, and number three mumbles something akin to ‘she’s not worth it.'
Kirk finds Uhura with relative ease, and sits across from her.
"You know, I never did get that first name." Jim wipes away some of the dried blood with the back of her hand.
"And you never will." Is her curt response.
Jim would say something clever right then (probably about only needing one name ), but another noise distracts her long enough to let the moment pass.
A man is arguing with someone. She keeps insisting that he takes his seat, and after some time he finally complies. He’s in civilian clothes, like Kirk is.
Eventually he does sit down, next to Jim and looks over at her like he is about to say something, but ultimately doesn’t.
"Don't worry," she offers, "These things are pretty safe."
"Don't pander to me, kid." He replies, turning to scrutinize her. He's got a few days of stubble across his face. "One tiny crack in the hull and our blood boils in thirteen seconds. Solar flare might crop up, cook us in our seats. And wait until you're sitting pretty with a case of Andorian shingles, see if you're still so relaxed when your eyeballs are bleedin'." He pauses for a second and then leans in closer.
"Space," he confides, "is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence."
"I hate to break this to you," Jim replies, "but Starfleet operates in space."
"I got nowhere else to go. The ex-wife took the whole damn planet in the divorce. All I've got left is my bones."
Something about the frantic dark eyes of the man sitting next to her seem oddly familiar.
"Jim." She replies, offering a hand. "Jim Kirk."
"McCoy." He replies, taking her hand and shaking it, "Leonard McCoy."
When the ship starts moving, he doesn't release her hand. In fact he squeezes it harder and mumbles, "I may throw up on you."
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Her reputation doesn’t so much follow her as she manages to cultivate a new one within the first two weeks.
By then Jim has already tested out of most of the first year classes, and is starting on her second year courses. She’s doing well. Surprisingly well. Pike isn’t all that surprised, but when Uhura finds Jim sitting next to her in her cryptography class, she gives her a double take, and then shields her answers on the pop quiz.
People think she's cocky. People think she's a bitch. People think she's got to be cheating somehow. People waver between loving and hating her and they call her a lot of things.
But no one, no one, has called her a lost cause.
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Hikaru Sulu is only two or three years older than her, which is practically a record for Jim. He is the student instructor for her hand-to-hand combat class. They aren’t sure what to do with her there. She obviously knows how to hold her own, but she has the sloppiest technique that Sulu and the professor have ever seen.
She has to relearn everything she knows about fighting; it’s frustrating, but it is still her favorite class. One day, Sulu comes up behind her, grabs her elbow, and repositions it. She can feel his breath against her ear as he tells her, voice lower than absolutely necessary, that he would be happy to teach her fencing as a way to gain finesse.
So, it starts with a touch, and then the the story goes something like this:
Boy meets girl. Boy likes girl. Girl fucks boy in the equipment closet after practice: masks tossed to the ground, glove still on, and, half-jacket and pants pulled just enough to allow the necessary skin to skin contact. Boy really likes girl. Girl is somehow oblivious to the entire situation.
The first date doesn’t count, Jimmy supposes, because she spent all of it being an enthusiastic wingwoman to a reluctant Hikaru.
She did a fantastic job though; she got him six numbers.
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During a long weekend after the first month of classes, Hikaru invites her to crash at his place in the city proper. He explains something about the family’s house, and about how everyone but him is in the Philippines this month visiting his dad’s side of the family. Jim doesn't really listen. She hasn’t been to San Francisco yet, so she gladly accepts.
The minute she walks into his room, she realizes he can’t live there now. It seems to be a shrine to him aged sixteen, or younger. The shelves are covered with comic books and model starships. She bites back a smile.
"Anything special you wanted to do?" Sulu asks as he strips off his long sleeved shirt and slides on a different one.
"I want to see the Pacific."
"That can be arranged." He collapses on his bed, (which seems to be a bit too small for him now) kicks off his shoes, and watches as she examines the things on his shelves a bit more closely.
They talk. It’s easy conversation, and she isn’t exactly sure how it happens, but she ends up kneeling down in front of him, unzipping his pants and giving him a blowjob.
James Kirk doesn’t give anything, so it just doesn’t make any damn sense. She's too selfish to do anything that won't get her something back...
Luckily, Sulu ends up flipping Jim over, pinning her down to his small bed and returning the favor.
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Kirk is so excited when she finally gets to the ocean, (it’s overcast, windy, and gray, but that won’t dampen her spirits) that she strips down to her bra and panties and jumps into the waves.
And, sure in the periphery of her mind she knows the current along the west coast comes down from Alaska, but that still does not prepare her for how freaking cold it ends up being. Someone really should have warned her.
Her lips are blue, and she is shivering when she comes back out. Sulu laughs at her, calls her an idiot, and places his jacket over her shaking shoulders despite protests.
When they get back to his place, she starts pulling off the damp clothing and begins searching for dry things.
Sulu places his hands on her hips, turns her around to face him, and kisses her. They have sex, and something about it is weird. They make eye contact, it is slow and thoughtful, he kisses her often, mumbles her name against her shoulder, and can’t keep his hands from roaming over her body.
She isn’t exactly sure how she feels about it. Sure, she came and everything, but… it didn’t seem right.
Later, they have sex in the shower. It's rough and fast. The tile pushes hard against her skin; she will have bruises in the morning.
It feels right.