Okay, so I love Star Trek and I understand that some hard-core Trekkies may not like the ideas I have for this FanFiction but please don't hate on it.
I wasn't going to upload but I really wanted to…so…
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I Will Fight for the Stars
Chapter 1 – Children
James Kirk was a boy of fourteen years old; his step-brother George was sixteen but had run away a long time ago. James didn't blame him, if he could run away then he would. His little half-sister was eleven; her twelfth birthday was the following day. His mother was away a lot, always on different planets working. She left them alone with James' step-father and his sister's father. This man was utterly repulsive, disgusting and vile. Even his own blood children hated him. He was very prone to drink and would often beat James and unless her brother could keep her hidden, his sister as well.
Today he was out, probably at a bar, getting drunk. But for a few hours they had freedom. They lived on a little ranch, a farm-type place with lots of fresh air and fields. It could have been beautiful had they felt safe.
James sat on the steps outside his front door, looking out across the fields; there wasn't another house for miles around. It was an odd sense of idyllic. He heard small footsteps walking up behind him and then someone sit beside him. He looked at his sister warmly; she had long, dark blonde hair and soft brown eyes.
She continued to look out, her eyes slightly squinting against the dust, "do you ever hope that he won't return?" she asked gently. "That he'll just leave and get drunk and not come home?"
He sighed, "All the time. Every time he walks out the door I hope that he won't come back."
She paused, "Me too, but I never say it, because he's my dad."
He turned to look at her and smiled sadly, a smile which she returned although it didn't quite reach her eyes. "He scares me. Whenever he comes home drunk and he hurts you, I'm scared."
"You shouldn't be scared," he said too quickly, she looked at him, "You shouldn't be scared because I won't let him hurt you anymore. Mom might not be here but I can protect you."
"I don't want you to get hurt. I won't let you get hurt. Not for me."
"Don't tell me to shut up."
"You're just a kid. You're just a little girl; I won't let a little girl get hurt under my watch."
There was a pause.
"He's coming." she spoke quietly, looking out and sure enough there was a car driving down the long drive towards them.
Fear spiked in James' heart and he grabbed her arm and dragged her up, pulling her back into the house.
"Go. Hide." He spoke with urgency, pushing her towards the door so that she could run.
"No! I don't want to leave you! I don't want you to get hurt because of me!" she pleaded.
"Just go!" he yelled and she jumped, it was nearly too late, they heard the slam of the car door just outside and looked at each other with fearful eyes. "Please, go hide, now!" He said desperately but she was now rooted to the spot with fear.
"Jim…" she whimpered, staring at the door. A moment later it was thrown open and her father waltzed in. still carrying a half empty bottle in one hand and a fresh case of alcohol in the other. James moved over to stand in front of his trembling sister and they faced her father. He wore a smug smirk on his face.
"Hello. Hoped I wasn't coming home I guess?"
They didn't reply.
"Well I'm sorry to disappoint."
He walked over to the couch and sat down heavily, still smirking. He took another sip of his alcohol and glared at them, James glared right back.
"What? Not wanting to play happy families today?"
They remained silent.
"Well aren't you two just a bundle of laughs today. Come sit down with your old dad?"
Still no reply. He stood up.
"I said, come and sit down and play happy families."
James' sister grabbed his arm, she was frightened.
"No." James said firmly, "We won't play happy families, because we're not a happy family."
"Jimmy, don't…" his sister whimpered and her father beckoned to her. Slowly, she stepped out from behind her brother and walked over to him. James stayed rooted to the spot; he didn't dare move in case he made it worse.
"You're happy, aren't you? Princess?" he asked, setting down his alcohol and placing a hand on her shoulder, James could see her shudder. Her father could evidently feel it too and he suddenly picked her up by the front of her shirt, leaving her legs dangling, he leaned in to spit into her face. "You are, happy! Aren't you princess?!"
She let out a cry and her legs thrashed wildly, missing his own shins though.
"Let her go!" James yelled, running at them. He jumped onto his back, clawing at him. Her father let her go and she crashed to the ground. His bottle of alcohol fell too, smashing on the ground and leaving a large gash on the palm of her hand.
James clung on for as long as he could, before he was thrown off against a wall. The man walked over to James as he groaned and rubbed his sore back and head. He then leaned in close to his face and spoke with the same spitting, hissing voice as before.
"Never. Mess with me." he spat before striking him hard across the face, leaving his nose and mouth dripping with blood. He then stood up properly and left again, undoubtedly to get more alcohol.
There was a moment of silence, more from shock after he'd left and then James' sister scampered over to him.
"Jimmy?" she asked her voice weak with fear.
"I'm okay." He said sternly, wiping his bleeding nose on his jacket sleeve.
"You're not okay. You're hurt; I didn't want you to get hurt."
"You're hurt too," he said with a light smile and a nod at her bleeding hand.
"I'm fine. It's not a big cut, it'll be fine."
"Mine's just a small cut too. I can fix it. It'll be okay."
"What if he comes back?"
"Then we'll run. We'll hide. We won't let him tell us what to do ever again. Okay?"
"Do I have to keep his surname? It's horrible. I don't want to be related to him, not in any way."
"No. How about you have my name too? You can have Kirk."
She grinned, "I'd like that."
"So you're surname is now Kirk, okay?"
"Okay." She said, sniffling a little bit, "Jimmy, one day, I'm gonna get away from here. Far away. Will you come with me?"
He looked at her, "How far away are we thinking?"
She paused for a moment, sitting back against the wall beside him, "The stars."
He grinned, "Ellarosa Kirk, that sounds perfect."