So I've had this idea bouncing around in my head for weeks now... I know a genderbent Kirk has been done before, but I'm very excited about this- I think I have an original twist on it, and I really hope any and all readers enjoy it! The first chapters will be the 2009 movie with new twists but after that it will be 100 percent all mine. (Except for the characters and setting, all of that belongs to the rightful owners and creators!) All feedback is appreciated as well, especially since this is my first posting.

George Kirk, as newly minted captain, made his choice in a matter of seconds. Now he waited with baited breath as his wife's screams tore through the communicator. His child was coming right then and there, and this was the only time he would be able to be a father. Tears pricked at his eyes as he whispered soothing words to her.

"Baby, you can do it, I love you so much. You're so strong, just push baby. Push, you can-"

He was cut off as the baby's cries reached him. This time, the tears fell freely and he found himself cooing back automatically.

"What is it?" He breathed out.

"It's a girl." Winona choked out back, watching the way the baby's blue eyes shone just like his did.

"A girl? Tell me about her!"

"She's so beautiful. She looks like you George," She took a moment to collect her voice and whispered back, "You should be here, with us."

Back on the ship, the 20 second warning flashed on the screen. At the same time images flashed in his head- swimming with his little princess, chasing her and her mother with bugs, watching his girls play dress up...

"What should we call her?" Is all he could get out.

"We could name her after your mother?" She half giggled, knowing his response before it slipped out.

"What, Tabitha? Are you kidding me? Nah, that's the worst! Let's name her after your mom, let's call her Jasmine."

"Jasmine... Jazzy... Jazzy it is." As if in agreement, the baby's cries immediately dwindled into little squeals and murmurs.

He could see the windows on the ship now, the different sections of each tentacle-like arm surrounding the ship like it was eating him.

"Sweetheart can you hear me?" His voice broke as more tears fell.

She heard it and immediately snapped up, "Yeah, I can hear you, I can!" More tears trickled down her face and onto her daughter's, making the baby turn away and frown again.

George pictured his wife Winona on their wedding day. Her face glowed with happiness as she walked towards him down the aisle.

"Baby I love you."

George pictured her eyes, looking at him with love and adoration that he made his heart beat fast all these years later.

"I love yo-"

In his final moments, he pictured the two of them swinging a giggling little girl in their arms, smiling at one another the whole time.

Winona heard the communicator cut out and sat in shock for a moment. The tears came pouring fast and the nurse went to move the baby but she clutched her tighter to her chest. She brought her eyes up to meet her daughter's and the two cried together, alone in space.

Adrenaline and fear pumped through her veins as she took a sharp left on the dirt road and swerved from side to side.

She kept one eye on the speedometer as it went up and up, 60... 70... 80...

The phone rang and she couldn't help but jump. She hit accept knowing very well who it was.

"Are you out of your mind?!" Frank's voice exploded from the small device and she flinched, picturing how angry he was. "That car is an antique! You think you can get away with this just 'cause your mother's off planet?"

A smug part of her brain whispered, Why yes, I kinda do. Her resolve, and consequently, her grip on the steering wheel tightened and she felt a smirk coming on.

"You get your ass back home, right now! You live in my house, sweetheart. It's my house, and that's my car. You get one scratch on it and I'm gonna whip your"

The young girl ended the call and opted for some music instead. She knows her ass is getting torn up either way- might as well have some goddamn fun in the process. Bring on the Beastie Boys.

She unclipped the cover to the car and nearly died laughing when it took flight to be left in the dust behind her. With one hand she pulled out her hair tie and laughed into the wind as the brown locks flew happily around her face.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed. She was free, he could not touch her right now. No problems, no worries, just this rush.

Then she heard the cop siren behind her.

Immediately her heart beat doubled in speed as she frantically searched for an out. She had chosen this road because it seemed like an endless stretch- and she was, unfortunately, right.

The cop pulled along side of the car and demanded, "Citizen. Pull over!"

In response, she turned the vehicle to the right and busted through the gates towards a cliff.

One last chance, let's see what you can do!

She knew she should be scared, but the sight of the approaching drop made her giggle excitedly.

Suck my dick, Frank.

With that, she threw the car in neutral and got ready, bouncing up and down to get the blood flowing.

A war cry tumbled through her lips as she slammed on the pedal and pulled the car to the side. In mere seconds she'd pulled herself up and jumped out of the car. Time slowed as she watched herself fly past the ground and prayed she hadn't misjudged the edge.

Her fingers dug into dirt as soon as she touched down and she kept sliding, but she managed to just barely stay on land. She pulled herself up with all her strength and panted hard, bent over with her hands on her knobby knees. In between breaths, she called out, "Is there... a problem... officer?"

A few feet away the cop hopped off his ride and approached her.

"Citizen, what is your name?"

She looked up at him directly then, chin pointed up defiantly. With her brown hair tousled and blue eyes glinting dangerously, she looked downright wild.

"My name is Jasmine Tabitha Kirk."