Author: NYCitygurl Title: Among the Stars Timeframe: Several decades after the movie Characters: Kirk, Bones, OCs Summary: Georgiana Kirk always had her feet planted firmly on the ground ... until now. Notes: I've been developing this story for about a year now. I'm not finished writing, but if I keep trying to wait until I'm done to post, I'll never finish Hopefully posting will give me the motivation to keep writing! I plan to update about once a week (yeah, we'll see how that goes). If anyone wants PMs, let me know! Among the Stars Chapter One Georgiana Kirk did not like the snow. It was a rare problem at the Starfleet Academy; one of the great things about being in California was that the weather was generally good (or at least, not too cold). So when the San Francisco area did get hit, everything shut down. Everything except the hospital. George hurried across campus, shivering. She had tied her long, brown hair back before she left, so it almost managed to not blow in her face. Muttering words she shouldn’t know under her breath, George rushed into Starfleet’s hospital, basking in the sudden warmth. She hurried past the nurse’s station on the first floor, waving her ID badge as she unwound her scarf. She was late, and she was going to hear about it. She reached her floor and ducked into the main office, hoping to avoid notice. “Prompt as usual, Georgiana.” George sighed and flopped into a chair. “Sorry,” she said with a blush. “The weather is miserable. Normal people are staying inside.” She gave the room’s other occupant a hopeful look. “You know, some people would give a poor intern a break and not make her go outside . . .” “Sorry, kid. Hospitals are open no matter the weather. It’s good practice.” “I’m suddenly reconsidering my chosen profession.” “What, and after I pulled so many strings to get you this amazing internship?” George laughed. “Uncle Leo, you practically own this place.” Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy pulled himself to his feet. “If you were anyone else, George, Starfleet wouldn’t let you near its hospital unless you joined up.” “I know.” There were many downsides to being the daughter of Starfleet’s most famous admiral, but this wasn’t one of them. A gentle shove from her godfather got George out the door, and she quickly scrubbed up and rejoined him. She knew she was lucky—lucky to be living on base without joining the academy; lucky to be doing an honest-to-goodness internship before she’d even started medical school. Georgiana Kirk was a very privileged girl, but there were days she would trade it all. *** It was a long, tiring day before George got back home. As was her custom, she stood under the hot shower, washing the day away. She always made sure to scrub her hands—over and over—before she left the hospital, but after being around sick and injured people all day, she never felt truly clean without a shower. When she was finally clean and in warm pajamas, she let herself check the comm for messages. Nothing. Again. George sighed, frustration and loneliness coloring her pretty face. She hadn’t wanted to come back to Starfleet—had, in fact, managed to barely be here over the last few years—but she hadn’t really had a choice. Now that she and her friends had graduated college, everyone was heading off in different directions. She hadn’t had anyone’s home to crash at like over the winter holidays, and most camps didn’t need extra staff this time of year, when the kids were in school. Plus, this internship was a great honor. As Bones had said, Starfleet didn’t let just anyone work for them, especially someone who didn’t even start med school until fall. Why had she put off her acceptance for a year? Oh, right, because she’d wanted a little quality time with him. But he had gotten called away on some emergency or another. He said that he would only be gone a couple of weeks, but weeks had turned into months. He wasn’t back, and he barely ever called. At 23, she knew she should stop being so surprised, but for some reason, she still wanted his attention. James Tiberius Kirk’s daughter spent a lot of time wishing she was someone else. *** James Tiberius Kirk was, at that moment, tugging at his collar and throwing glares at his half-Vulcan friend. “Remember when I was your commanding officer?” he muttered. “Yes, of course. We worked together for many years; I am not so old that I am likely to forget such an experience.” Kirk continued to glare, though Spock pretended not to notice. Nyota, standing on his other side, grabbed his wrist. “Stop fidgeting,” she whispered. He turned his patented Jim Kirk glare on her. “I’m. Bored.” “You could at least try to act like a polite, high-ranking member of Starfleet.” “I could. But I’m not going to.” Nyota rolled her eyes, and Kirk was pleased to see that after all their decades of friendship, he could still manage to irritate her. “If you don’t behave, I will tie you to a chair and make you listen to Nihora practice violin for an hour.” Kirk sobered. Spock and Nyota’s middle child was a gem, but her violin skills could definitely use some improvement. Knowing Nyota wasn’t above coming through on that threat, he dropped his hand and pretended to pay attention to the Vulcan Elder’s speech. It wasn’t just that he had no patience for ceremonies. He was supposed to be back on Earth weeks ago. That trouble in the Ihoorian Sector had gone on a lot longer than he’d planned. Then there was the stopover on Crystannia to deal with negotiations that apparently no one else could handle. And since he was in the area, he couldn’t not take a side-trip to New Vulcan to see Spock and Nyota, and Sarek had gotten him to agree to stay and attend this ceremony for . . . well, he wasn’t exactly sure. Meanwhile, George was at the Starfleet Academy because he’d promised to spend some time with her. It had taken three weeks before he’d been called away the first time. In the six months she’d been in San Francisco, he’d been around for less than two months. No wonder she resented him. No more, he silently promised himself and his daughter. I’ll take a leave of absence for a few months, just until she heads off to Johns Hopkins. He had missed too much of his daughter’s life. Hell, he’d missed her college graduation—Bones had gone in his stead. If Kirk couldn’t find more time to spend with George, she would take off one day and not come back.