Chapter One

It all started in a bar.

James T Kirk had been sitting by himself, minding his own business- as always. Well, minding the business of the girl across the room with the long black hair and something he hoped was a tail. He spotted her the second she walked into the room. The way her hips swayed were mesmerising and her eyes seemed to call out to him. Every instinct he had was lost- as if she had him under a magic spell.

Before he knew it, he was by her side. The usual banter followed. Her voice seemed to bring with it it's own music. She was perfect. His hand caressed her cheek, as she giggled in pleasure. Lips touched as their bodies grew closer. Her hands snaked under his shirt, and passed over his abdomen. There was a slight sting- probably her fingernails, he thought. So she liked to play rough, huh? All the more fun. With a smirk, he stood up.

"So- my place, or yours?"

She grinned, her perfect teeth glistening in the dim bar light.

"Well, I was hoping we could go to yours. My roomate's still in and I would rather not keep her up all night".

The statement send a jolt of excitement through Jim.

"Just let me quickly use the bathroom and we'll get going".

She was gone for five minutes before they arrived. The three musketeers as they liked to call themselves, although he felt the three idiots would be more appropriate. They pranced around the academy with their designer watches and felt they were untouchable. Of course they were. Their daddies were some rich snobs that were too busy with work to spend time with their bratty kids, which meant that those same brats took out their frustration of not being loved enough or whatever on whichever poor sucker that got in their way.

"Well I'll be damned- isn't it the famous James Tiberus Kirk." Idiots two and three laughed at their leaders apparently hilarious joke.

"Beat it Kane, I'm not in the mood". Kirk was really hoping not to ruin his day.

"You on your period or something?" More laughter.

Jim decided to ignore them. That's what people always said when it came to bullies, right? Ignore them and they'd go away.

"Ooh lookey here boys, mister Kirk thinks he's too good to talk to us".

"Must be because of his famous father." The chubby sidekick replied with a sneer.

Kirk ground his teeth. To be accused of thinking he's better than anyone- especially by these three hypocrites did not sit well with him. He had to keep his calm though. Captain Pike had already warned him about getting into any more fights. He was only four months into his first year of Starfleet and he had lost count of the amount of times he'd taken a good beating. He was just glad he had Bones to patch him up every time- although the doctors patience for Jim's late night brawls also seemed to be running low.

"Keep my father out of this".

"No father talk? What a shame. Want us to talk about your mother instead?"

"Shut. Up". His patience was really being tested.

"Getting defensive about the bitch, are you? I heard she went with some drunkard soon after your dad died. Didn't take the slut long, did it?"

Jim's clenched his hands.

"I heard he beat you and your brother. Thought you were baggage. I don't blame him".

His fists began to shake ever so slightly.

The blonde idiot who had yet to say anything laughed out loud- his crooked teeth showing.

"Seems your mother didn't think much of you either. Left the first chance she got. Probably regretted having kids with a dead man".

That was it. Jim swung at them. He wasn't looking- as long as he hit one of them he'd be happy. He felt a sense of satisfaction when his fist made contact with the leaders jaw. It didn't take long for the two henchmen to stumble out of their shock and join in. The chubby one grabbed hold of his arm, twisting it round to his back while the blonde guy punched him square in the stomach more times than he would care to remember.

This continued for a while. He got punched in the face a couple of times- nothing he couldn't handle. Blood seeped through his mouth and nose. Luckily he had managed to get a few blows in when they paused. It's always good to look at the positives.

He thought he heard shouting from afar. Through his dazed eyes he recognised a professor from Starfleet- though he couldn't quite remember the name.

There was more shouting. The idiots released their grip on him and he fell to the floor. He sat there laughing at his luck. Captain Pike would not be happy.

And happy he was not. Far from it actually. Imagine a mixture of anger, tiredness and disappointment. That was the captains face at this moment. Jim sat across from his desk, slumped and bruised.

"Sir..." Jim began.

"Be quiet."

They sat there in an unbearable silence until at last, Pike spoke.

"We agreed this wouldn't happen anymore."

"Sir I tried! I honestly did, but they pushed me too far. The insulted my m-".

"Don't give me any excuses. You could have walked away."

"They deserved it." Jim was tired and his head was beginning to pound. He thought about the fight- how angry they had made him. He could have been back at his place right now, having fun with a sexy alien but noo. Nothing ever goes right for him. Speaking of the girl, she seemed to have taken off during the fight. He hoped he'd see her again.

Pike sighed.

"Starting today you are on a weeks suspension".

That hurt more than it should have.

"But Sir, the physical assesment is next week, and I can't afford to miss any lectures if I want t-".

"You heard what I said. You will attend the assesment and nothing else. Go get yourself fixed up and get back to your room".

"But sir-".

"No buts. Get out."

He knew there was no arguing. Pike had warned him not to get into any more fights and he was being punished for not listening.

Jim stood and left. His body was beginning to ache and his mood had gone down drastically.

When he arrived at sickbay it was quiet. Not unusual for a Wednesday night. A nurse walked by.

"Is Doctor McCoy here?"

"I'll go get him for you." The nurse looked him up and down with a note of disapproval.

Bones had a way of looking pissed even when he was happy, but when he was actually pissed- as he was now, you knew there was a scolding coming your way. As he patched Jim up he gave the usual speech 'you're so irresponsible', 'this is the last time I'll do this' and 'don't come crawling back to me'.

Jim couldn't help but feel pissed himself. He had tried to tell Bones what had happened but it had been recieved by deaf ears.

"...ave better things to do with my time than patch you up every week".

"Then don't. Nobody asked you to." It just slipped out. Jim didn't mean it but his bad mood combined with the nausea he was feeling wasn't doing him any favours.

"Nobody asked me to? Who was the one that came in here asking for me".

"I didn't realise you'd be such a whiny bitch about it Bones. I mean really. You are a doctor. You get paid to do this shit".

He knew he was digging a deeper hole for himself but he couldn't stop.

"Listen- kid. It may be my job to look after people, but when someone comes in here week after week with cuts and bruises because they can't control their fucking anger, there's a problem", he could see the veins on his forehead. "There are actual sick people who need help out there, you do know that right? Not everything revolves around James T Kirk. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and grow the fuck up."

Jim stood up. He had had enough. Why did nobody want to hear his side to the story? Was he supposed to just sit there and smile while his parents were being disrespected? The headache was getting worse and he thought he was going to throw up.

"Sorry to have bothered you Doctor McCoy", he saw Bones slighty cringe at the use of his real name. "I won't keep you from your real patients".

"Jim, sit down. I haven't finished with you".

He began to walk towards the exit.

"Just fucking leave me alone, okay? I've had enough shit".

"Will you stop being such a stubborn bastard and sit back down?"

Jim let the door slam behind him. McCoy watched as it closed. Who did the kid think he was? He didn't bother going after him- the worst of his injuries were dealt with anyway. If the kid wanted to be a stubborn ass, he could deal with a little pain.

When Jim got back to his room his head was spinning. He almost collapsed onto the bed. He was glad his roomate was away for a fortnight. He couldn't deal with another person tonight. Why did he feel so sick? Bones had pretty much fixed up all his injures, save the bruises on his stomach but he was sure those weren't too bad. If he had broken a rib, he would have known.

3:00am. When had he fallen asleep? Jim rose from the bed, his arms weak. He felt worse than he had before. He wobbled into the bathroom and threw up the contents of his stomach. He felt slightly better after puking, and decided to take look in the mirror.

To say he looked like crap would be a compliment. His face was pale and bruised with dark circles under his eyes. He lifted his shirt to inspect his front. The bruises were beginning to show, and they weren't pretty. They were mainly focused around his stomach. He was about to put his shirt back down when he spotted something in the middle of the bruises. A small black dot which seemed to branch out. Sort of like a snowflake, but not as neat. There were branch-like black lines coming out of the dot. It only covered a centimetre radius. He tried to scratch it off which only resulted in a wave of pain washing over him. Okay, scratching- bad idea.

Pulling the shirt back over his stomach Jim made his way back to bed. He was too tired to care about some strange mark on his body. Hopefully it would be gone by morning.

Yes. By morning everything would be better.

A/N: First Star Trek story guyss. Tell me what you think- should I continue with this? Do you want a chapter 2 or nah?

Btw sorry for the crappy writing. I wrote this on my phone, and I'm not a natural writer. I'm better at ideas.

Hope you liked it!