Hey guys I know I have other stories that really need to be updated and trust me I am working on it. But between life and my muse just blocking any ideas when it came to either Distance or Tom-Boy Rebel, I've been going nuts! After a long night of watching Star Trek and re-watching Sherlock-again-this idea came to mind and I figured I might as well do something while staring at a blank document. So here is my take on Star Trek with a OC of my creation.

Summary: "Theodora Felicity Kirk, at your service." She was the twin of James Tiberius Kirk, she was the brains behind the pairs most often times misadventures. She would do anything for her brother, following him to the ends of the universe. They would join Starfleet and take the Academy by storm, and if the ship that killed their father years before appears well time to drag everyone into the craziness that is the Kirk Twins.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except for Theodora and some plot ideas. Everything else belongs to Gene Roddenberry and J.J Abrams.

Fire Starter

I'm a bad ass, jumping off the moving train

I'm a Jane Bond, putting all the guys to shame

I'm a wild card, and I'm gonna steal your game

You better watch out –Demi Lovato "Fire Starter"

"All decks, this is the Captain speaking. Evacuate the ship immediately. Get to your designated shuttle craft and I repeat, evacuate immediately." George Kirk's voice sounded throughout the whole of the U.S.S Kelvin.

A blond woman was being rolled out of the Medical Bay in a wheelchair by a doctor and a nurse. Grasping tightly onto the arms of the chair as a contraction rolled through her, Winonna Kirk gasped, "That's George's voice. What's happening?" The expecting mother asked.

None of the medical professionals answered her, just continued wheeling her through the ship to the shuttle crafts. As they made their way down in to the shuttle area via a turbo lift, Winonna's communicator beeped. She flipped it open, simply replying, "George."

"You're ok, thank god." George said, sounding stressed but relieved, "I have medical shuttle 37 standing by. Get to it now, can you do that?" His question was aimed mostly at the medical professionals that were with his wife.

Winonna answered anyway, "Yes."

"Everything is going to be ok." George, always wanting to reassure her, the woman thought with fondness. He was always reassuring her, especially through her pregnancy. Finding out she was once again pregnant was not what she had planned. Sure she loved her first born George Samuel JR., but she was never very fond of kids. George on the other hand was an only child and always wanted to have more than one child so his kids wouldn't feel as lonely as George himself had felt growing up. Winonna was perfectly happy just having one child but a night of too many drinks led to her being pregnant with twins this time around. Winonna snapped out of her thoughts as George said, "Do as exactly as I say, shuttle 37."

Winonna winced, clutching onto her stomach as she said, "George. They're coming. The babies, they're coming now."

"I'm on my way," Winonna couldn't help the smile of relief that appeared. He was coming; he would be here to welcome their children into the world. They had made it to the shuttle, the medical personnel helping her out of the chair and onto a bio-bed. They helped her get situated, her hand grasping one of the nurses hand's when a painful contraction hit, a scream being torn harshly from her throat.

Winonna was urged to lay back and she did, pausing when she felt the shuttle preparing for lift off. "No! Wait, we can't go yet!" They couldn't leave without George. He needed to be here! "Please stop!"

She grasped her communicator, the only thing connecting her to her husband, "George! The shuttle's leaving. Where are you?"

"Sweetheart, listen to me," George said softly after a moment. "I'm not going to be there."

Horrified and in pain, she whispered, "No,"

"This is the only way you'll survive."

"You're still on the ship. You have to be here," Denial was starting to set in.

George fought down the urge to cry himself as he heard her shaky words, "The shuttles will never make it if I don't fight them off."

She sobbed, "George, I can't do this without you!" She couldn't, she knew she couldn't. She sucked when it came to kids. George JR hated her for the first few weeks after he was born, only happy when he was in his father's arms. George knew how to handle kids, hell kids loved him! Every time he was in range of them, kids seemed to flock to his side.

"Ok, I need you to push now," One of her doctors told her, crouched between her spread knees. Winonna obeyed on autopilot, a scream pulled from her. A few pushes later, one baby was out and being tended to by a nurse while Winonna pushed the next one out. Two minutes later (what felt like eternity to Winonna), her third child had finally arrived.

Inside the U.S.S. Kelvin, George Kirk smiled, tears filling his eyes, as he suddenly heard two sets of newborn cries.

Winonna stared in amazement as two nurses gently set her babies into her arms. She stared between the two, fighting down tears.

"What are they?" George asked. The two had wanted it to be a surprise on the gender for both of the babies.

Winonna looked to the baby on her left, shifting the blankets, "A boy," then turning to the baby on her right, "And a girl,"

"A boy and a girl? One of each," He said, a proud tone to his voice. "Tell me about them,"

"They're beautiful." She said tearfully, she couldn't find enough words to describe the two babies in her arms. "George you should be here,"

George blinked back the rush of tears, "What are we going to call them?"

Winonna had no idea, but she focused first on the first born of the two, her baby boy, and said, "We can name him after your father? And her after your mother,"

"Tiberius? You kidding me? No, that's the worse. Let's name him after your dad, let's call him Jim. Thea sounds perfect for her." George said, hating the thought of his son being named Tiberius but loving the thought of his daughter sharing his mother's beautiful name. He imagined his daughter would be beautiful just like his wife. God, he wished he was able to watch them grow up, to see his son become a man and fall in love…to make sure his daughter found the love of her life and threaten the man if he wasn't good enough.

"Jim and Thea, ok," Winonna agreed, finding herself staring into her daughter's fierce eyes. Just like her father, she thought at seeing the stubborn glint in the girl's eyes.

"Sweetheart, can you hear me?" George sounded slightly breathless…and afraid.

Winonna turned to glance at the communicator, "I can hear you!"

"I love you so much. I love you-," Suddenly he was cut off and then the line fizzled out. Winonna's eyes snapped to the windows of the shuttle and she caught sight of an explosion on the side of the ship that had attacked the U.S.S. Kelvin. She clutched the babies closer to her, sobs wracking her body. Her husband was dead. She was now a widow with three kids to rise on her own, she was all alone.

What was she going to do?

Iowa -11 Years Later

"SAMMY! PLEASE DON'T!" A little girl's voice cried from inside a farm house. Suddenly the front door swings open, a fourteen year old boy comes barreling out the door, a duffle bag slung around his shoulders and his face set in a furious frown. Following after him, first comes a little girl with blonde pigtails wearing a shirt that was twice her size and jeans that had numerous holes along each leg. Tears were brewing in big blue eyes as she followed what was clearly her older brother down the steps. Closely after her came an older male, tall and burly and with a furious scowl set into his features. His fists were clenched at his sides and his eyes were narrowed on the two children ahead of him.

And last came a boy the same age as the young girl, his hands wringing themselves in his shirt under his jacket. His pants also had holes everywhere down the length of his legs. He was nervously glancing between the other three, clearly afraid of what was going on.

The man, Frank, the three children's uncle snarled at the oldest, "Go ahead! Go, run away! You know I couldn't give a damn!"

Having finally caught up with her brother, the little girl-Thea-wrapped her arms around her brother's waist as she shouted hysterically, "NO!"

The younger boy, Jim, agreed with his twin as he said, "WAIT! NO! Where are you going?"

George JR, or Sam, glared at his uncle as he gently tried to get his younger sister to let him go as he answered his brother, "Anywhere but here, as far as I can get!"

Frank snorted, "Which wouldn't be far enough. Know what your problem is? No one ever taught you respect; how to follow orders, to do as you're told!"

"STOP! Leave him alone!" Thea yelled, still wrapped around her brother.

Frank ignored her, his usual reaction to the only girl and focused his attention on Jim, "What the hell are you doing?"

Jim shifted away from him nervously, moving closer to his siblings as he stuttered, "I-I just don't want my brother to go,"

Frank spit onto the ground, dangerously close to Thea and Sam, and responded, "Well I do! And I asked you to wash the car. How many damn times do I need to repeat myself? How many damn times? How many?!" With one last glare to all three of the Kirk siblings, he turned and stomped back into the house. Sam glared at his retreating back before making his way down the drive way, struggling against his sister.

Jim followed after the two, grasping something in his pants pocket and pulled it out to show his brother, "Please stay, you can have my Flo-Yo!"

Swatting the toy out of Jim's hand, Sam growled, "This isn't about toys, Jim! This is about Uncle Frank. I can't take him anymore, mom has no idea what he's like when she's not here!" He turned his attention to his sobbing sister and told her, "Thea, let me go," When she still didn't let up, he started to struggle a little harder as he told his brother, "Do you hear him talking like he's our dad?! And that's not even his car you're washing! That was Dad's car! You know why you're washing it? Because he's gonna sell it!"

"Don't leave, ok? We can tell mom when she comes back from Africa." Jim tried to stop his older brother from leaving. He and Thea needed him; he was the only one who cared about the two.

Sam shook his head, "She'll be gone for another five months. I'll be in another system by then." Jim finally stopped following him and Sam turned to look back at him. Jim was watching him with fearful eyes and Thea had stopped sobbing and was staring up at him in shock and what looked to be the start of betrayal.

A feeling of guilt started to build in Sam, maybe he shouldn't leave them. But he was fourteen, he couldn't take care of two eleven year olds who wanted his attention all of the time! He wanted to be able to be like any other normal teen boy-hang out with his friends and gain the courage to finally ask his crush on a date. He couldn't do that here in Iowa living with an uncle who didn't give a damn about them and only used them for the money their mother sent them for their care on booze, and with two twin prodigies who needed all of the attention. He just wanted to be a kid, was that so bad for him to want?

To swage his guilt, he tried to reassure the two, "You guys are going to be fine; you always are. Always doing everything right-good grades and following every ridiculous order. I can't be a Kirk in this house, show me how to do that and I'll stay."

Jim couldn't offer anything and Sam pulled him into a quick hug before focusing on the still clinging sister wrapped around his waist. He again tried to gently pry her off of him but she shook her head and just mumbled 'no' while tightening her arms.

A surge of anger went through him. Why did she always have to cling to him? Why couldn't she understand that he couldn't live here? He pushed at her shoulders and yelled, "THEA! GET OFF!" The girl stumbled back from the push, being caught by her twin, fresh tears filling her eyes as she watched Sam turn his back to the two and continue on his way. Jim wrapped his arms around his sister and led her to the garage where a vintage corvette sat.

Jim gently sat his sister down on a bucket and turned to start cleaning the car, vainly ignoring his sister's quiet sniffles. Suddenly he stops when he looked through the window and saw the keys sitting in the ignition. His brilliant, yet naïve mind, whirled with an idea. This car was one of the reasons his brother left him and Thea alone with their Uncle Frank. Maybe…

He moved to the driver's side, opening the door and pausing when he heard, "Jim?" He looked up at his sister, their blue eyes locking on each others. A reckless light was lighting up in the young Kirk's eyes, a look that would follow him into adulthood.

"Are you coming?" A challenge was in his voice as he stared at his sister. Thea was a tomboy, but a good girl always being sheltered by Sam, weather it being a drunken Frank in a rage or from bullies at school, Sam made sure the girl was protected-that the sweet innocence she carried was protected.

Before Jim's eyes, that innocence seemed to slowly melt away. Thea had lost her protector, and she had a gut feeling that he wasn't coming back and was coming to grips with that fact. She could only count on her brother to keep her safe, him and herself. Suddenly a steely looked appeared on her face, a look that would also follow her into adulthood. She nodded and moved to the passenger door and opened it, getting in with him.

A few moments later they were flying out of the garage and speeding down the road with dust trailing them from behind. They came up onto the main road and fish-tailed as Jim yanked the steering wheel to the right. They sailed down the country road, the speedometer steadily rising higher and higher. The two jump as the phone rings, Thea leaning forward to answer it.

"Are you two out of your minds? That car's an antique! You think you can get away with this just because your mother's off planet? You two get your asses back home now! You live in my house, you snot nosed brats! You live in my house and that's my car! You get one scratch on that car and I'm going to whip you're as-," Jim leaned over and ended the call, before turning on the radio. Then he reached up and unlatched the roof, Thea hurrying to do her side also. The roof flew off from the wind and tumbled to the ground behind them. The two looked at each other, slow grins making their way to their faces. Neither knew that their smiles would in the future be known as the Reckless Kirk smiles. The smile they would smile right before they were going to do something reckless…and most likely stupid.

The two laughed joyously, a yell coming from Jim as he pressed his foot down harder on the gas pedal. A few moments later they came upon Sam walking down the side of the road. Jim and Thea waved to him, before continuing on.

Sam watched after them, not knowing whether he should feel awe or concern at what the two were doing. Concern won out as a cop car sped past them, lights blaring as it barreled after the red corvette.

Back in the car, both Jim and Thea glance at each other when they hear the sirens coming upon them. Jim glanced in the rearview window while Thea turned to look behind them, her pigtails floating about. The cop comes up beside them and points at Jim saying, "Citizen, pull over."

Jim clenches his hands on the wheel and suddenly makes a sharp right turn, making Thea shriek gleefully as she was pushed into his side. The cop is still following them as they barrel through a gate and come upon a ravine. Thea gulps, tightly grasping her brothers jacket as Jim throws the gear shift into the next gear, making the car speed closer to the ravine even faster. Jim has the sudden idea to throw the car over the cliff, with him and Thea in the car. They wouldn't have to worry about the repercussions of their joy ride, or having to deal with living with Frank until they turned 18. They could be happy and worry less…they could be with their father.

"Kirks don't give up,"

A voice seemed to whisper to him through the wind. He frowned, but Sam had given up. He was a Kirk and he had given up being there for him and Thea. What was the difference?

"There is no such thing as a no win scenario," again the whisper came, this time with a note of desperation. This sentence made him think. Maybe he and Thea can come out of this stronger. The rose colored glasses were torn off after Sam leaving. Sure, Jim and Thea knew that everything was not all perfect. They knew that Frank shouldn't get so upset that he yelled and threw things, smelling horrible as he did so. They knew that it wasn't normal that they barely saw their mother and that their fourteen year older brother took care of them on most days. But it was all they had ever known since they could remember and it had become the norm for them. Maybe they could take Sam leaving as a lesson. A lesson on being careful who you trusted, to keep a mask up against those who could set out to hurt you.

Next to Jim, Thea's thoughts were going in the same direction, having also heard the voice. Though her thoughts took a different turn. Maybe the lesson on Sam leaving was to learn from other's weakness. Sam wasn't strong enough to stay and help them, Thea and Jim needed to be stronger…to be fighters.

The two shared a look before Jim faced forward and let out a refreshing scream into the air. Throwing the car into a lower gear and braking suddenly as he jerked the steering wheel to the side, one hand reaching out to grasp Thea's hand as he opened the car door and yanked himself and Thea out of the car. The two were weightless for a moment, the hands not clutching onto each other's reaching out for something to stop their falls. They caught the edge of the cliff, both letting the other's hand go as they tried to pull themselves back over the cliff.

Finally they managed it and they both looked up to see the cop dismounting his bike and looking at them. The two stood up, both looking at the wreck of a car at the bottom of the ravine before looking at the cop.

"Is there a problem officer?" Thea asked, breathlessly and a grin on her lips.

"Citizens, what are your names?"

A look was shared between the two twins, the two letting go of their naivety before Jim said in an almost arrogant tone, "My name is James Tiberius Kirk."

"Theodora Felicity Kirk, at your service," Thea said, faking a curtsy. Twin grins were on their faces; this would be the start of their long years of being partners in crime, hardly leaving each other's side in years to come.