Disclaimer:I dont own Star Trek. This is to satisfy my muse and I am in no way making money off of this.
(A/N: Yes, this had to happen eventually. This idea had been around my head since I saw Star Trek for the first time back in May. After I saw it a second time last weekend I decided, what the heck! Why not! So, here it is! Please enjoy. Constructive criticism would be helpful, flames will be used to make smores, and any kind comments help keep the muse around. It seriously does. Enjoy . . . )
Ch. 1 (Iowa)
James Tiberius Kirk was a mess. He sat at one of the tables, still drinking, with dried blood that covered is face from his nose to his mouth. A woman the same age as him, stood at the door. She had blue eyes as deep as the oceans, her long, black hair was pulled into a braid. The woman nodded to Captain Pike as he stepped past her.
"Maybe you could talk some sense into him", he whispered to her.
"I'll do my best, sir," she replied, with a small smile.
She stepped into the room, holding a small bag. Despite the red, puffy eyes that she had from the events of the evening, she held her head high.
"Thanks for coming, Ang," he said, his voice low, as he stepped into his sight. He noticed that her eyes were red. "You've been crying," It wasnt a question.
"Dont worry about that, just now. Its taken care of. Let me clean you up," She told him.
Angela put her bag on the table, as the bartender came over with a bowl with hot water and a stack of clean towels.
"Thanks," Angela said to the bartender.
She dipped a towel into the water and dabbed at the dried blood.
"I'm afraid to ask, but howd this happen?: she asked him, calmly, as if asking about the weather.
"What does it look like?" Kirk grumbled.
"Like you got your ass kicked," she answered.
He groaned in pain as she cleaned one of the cuts on his cheek bones.
"Who was it this time?" Angela then asked.
"Does it matter?" he gritted through his teeth.
"Guess not," she said finally.
"So, where have you been all afternoon?" Kirk asked, making conversation.
"I've down at the police station. They finally just released me a few hours ago," she told him casually.
He jerked away and looked at her sternly.
"I'm the lead suspect in my fathers murder investigation," she said, still casual.
"What?!" he said, angrily.
Angela motioned Kirk to lean forward. He did so, reluctantly.
She finished cleaning him up as she said, "I have all the motive."
"What about the evidence?"
"Still being processed," Angela told him. "I'm out on bail, thanks to Captain Pike."
"If I'd known that this was going on," Kirk started.
She waved her hand and shooed, what sounded like an apology, away. Angela put the bowl and towels aside and gave a great, heavy sigh.
"My father never really was such a great guy. You know that. I mean he just gets out of prison, just to get drunk and rape his own daughter . . ."
"Wait. Back it up, Ang," Kirk said, meeting her blue eyes with his. "Tell, me what happened. Dont leave anything out."
She shrugged it off. What she really wanted to do was cry some more. But Kirk was her best friend. It would do their friendship a disservice if she didnt tell him.
"He raped me. Or attempted too anyways. I fought back, this time. I had only meant to knock him out, not kill him," she added, tears beginning to resurface.
"It's not going to go to court. It was self defense," he told her.
"I know. I know," Angela sighed. "This wasn't what I planned on for my last day here."
Kirk didn't respond. He played with the ship shaped salt and pepper shakers.
"You should enlist into Starfleet. The brain like yours," she told him. Angela then smiled when she added, "You certainly have the balls for it."
Her phone rang before he could respond.
"Montgomery," she answered.
A male voice was on the other end, "You've been cleared of all charges, ma'am. It was clearly self defense. Have a good night."
"Gee, thanks," she responded, and then hung up.
"Evidence cleared me. Concluded self defense," she said.
"See! I knew it!" Kirk told her, throwing his hands up in victory. He stood up and patted her on the shoulder. "Come on. Ill give you a ride home."
"I can't go home," she shook her head.
"You can stay at my place then. Come on," he said, extending a hand.
Angela grabbed her medical bag and took his hand, and then said, "I get to drive."
"No your not,"
"Why not?" she asked.
"How quickly do you forget the two times you crashed my other bike . . ." he said, exiting the bar.
"Those times weren't my fault," she said defensively.
The bartender grinned as he heard Kirk gave a mingled sigh and groan before the door closed.
To be continued . . .
To be continued . . .
(A/N: So, what do you all think? Let me know in your reviews!)