Ok so I'm gonna take a break from my Supernatural fic for a while and post this one, see how it does? Idk. As always, reviews are helpful and encouraging!

Star Trek (2009) belongs to JJ Abrams

Jamie Kirk was a woman who wanted to score high in society. She wanted to reach heights that were normally impossible to reach, go to places where no man had gone before. To do that, she was going to join Starfleet. Eventually.

She was going to be the first woman starfleet captain, she wanted to be with the stars. To explore the beyond, the unknown. Of course, she just had to find time to enlist.

Everything came easy to her - well, most everything. She was great at math, engineering, logic, practicalities. However, most would also say that she is a bit reckless.

She preferred to be alone, only having one friend at a time, at best. Otherwise, she mostly enjoyed her drinks in solitude.

"Hi." A woman slid into a bar stool seat next to her, but she addressed the bartender and seemed to completely ignore the fact she was sitting next to someone in the first place. She had long, dark hair, was most certainly human, and probably about Jamie's age. "I'd like a Klabnian Fire Tea, Cardassian Sunrises and three Earth beers, no slim-shots, anything on draft."

Jamie whistled, impressed. "That all for you?"

The dark woman looked over to her, giving her a one look over. With a look of disgust, she said, "And a bottle of Jack."

Apparently, Jamie wasn't good enough. She felt offended, but also challenged. She was going to gain this woman's respect. "Wow, quick to judgement much? Hey, aren't girls supposed to stick together in the dangerous world of men?"

She hesitated.

"My name's Jamie Kirk, by the way."

The bartender started bringing the woman her drinks. "Uhura." She said.

"Uhura? Don't you… have a last name or something?"

"Just Uhura." She stated through gritted teeth.

Jamie tried to smile. She was just trying to make a friend in a sleazy bar, was that too much to ask for? "Hey, you're studying in starfleet, aren't you? What's your focus?"

"Xenolinguistics. Lemme guess: you don't know what that means."

Jamie smirked. She didn't get it, but people always assumed she didn't know much, that she preferred makeup over books. Maybe it's because of her blonde hair.

"Let me guess: study of Alien languages: phonology, morphology, syntax- basically, you can charm anyone to do your bidding."

Uhura huffed. "Well, for a moment I thought you were some dumb farmhand blonde."

"You aren't completely wrong." Jamie said, shrugging. She did, after all, come from a farm.

"And you think you're smart." Uhura said.

"Pal, I am smart." Jamie said. That was no understatement, after all.

"This chick bothering you?"

Jamie turned, and noted that a man with large muscles, tattoos, and piercings had just stepped forward. He was at least twice her size, and yet, she failed to notice him sooner. How could one miss someone that size? "Beyond belief, but nothing I can't handle."

Uhura's voice woke Jamie from her musings.

"Wow, you have a bodyguard too?" Jamie asked before she could stop herself. "I'd think a girl like you could stand up for yourself."

"Mind. Your. Manners." The same burly cadet from before said, turning her to face him.

She blinked, but smiled. "I am. I just came for a good time, ok? I'm sure you did, too, but how can anyone enjoy life with that ridiculous hairline of yours?"

She felt a hand on her shoulder, and surprisingly, it was Uhura's. "Jamie, please. Don't."

"What was that?" The burly man threatened, ignoring Uhura.

"You heard me, Moon Beam." Jamie shook off Uhura's shoulder.

The man laughed. "You know how to count farm girl? There's five of us... and one of you."

"Picking a fight with a girl now? That's real low." Jamie smirked. "Okay, so go get some more guys, come back and it'll be an even fight."

It happened all at once. The man threw his fist at her, but she used her head to defend herself. She felt his bones crack against her skull, and he retracted his hand, waving it in pain. Another cadet punched her, catching her off guard. She paused to wipe her face, which was a mistake because that same cadet tossed her over a table, and she landed hard on the other side.

Someone grabbed her and lifted her up before she could recover. She threw her fist at the man who had her in his clutches, and slammed four more across his face and chest. He stumbled back, yet while she revelled in victory someone else punched her. She doubled over, tried to turn around and reciprocate the attack but she was held back.

Her face was sore, ringing filled her ears.

Yet, she lived for this.

"Stop, guys!" Uhura's voice became background noise during the brawl.

One last punch across her head and she was thrown to the floor. There was no way she would make it out alive, but she was not going to give up.

The cadets move to punch and kick her, and her face is pounding and she's pretty sure that she could taste blood.

This was a mistake.

Much to her surmise, a military-whistle blared, which made everyone stop and look to the entrance of the bar in surprise. Jamie felt a sense of dread, but it wasn't strong enough to overcome her sense of pain from the noise.

"Outside, all of you!" A disgruntled voice commanded. "NOW!"

Jamie coughed. Her vision blurred.

Out of all the bar fights she had caused, none would compare to the one she had over Uhura. "Y'alright, kid?"

She tried to shake her head up and down, but as she did that black spots littered her vision. "You can... whistle really loud, y'know that?"

Jamie Kirk liked Christopher Pike. Well, to a certain degree.

She noticed that Pike had been looking after her, carefully watching out for her and keeping her out of as much trouble as he can.

That was the annoying bit. She hated how he always stood in her way, she practically lived for the reckless part of life. However, he supposedly knew what was best for her.

"I couldn't believe when the bartender told me who you are."

They were currently sharing a drink. Well, Pike was having a drink, Jamie was nursing a pounding head. "...and who am I, Captain Pike?"

Pike pressed his lips into a thin line, noticing her condescending tone. "You're your father's daughter." When she wouldn't respond, he continued. "For my dissertation, I was assigned the U.S.S. Kelvin. Something I admired about your dad... he didn't believe in no-win scenarios."

Jamie scoffed. She didn't really like talking about her father, or her mother really. It brought her mind to dark thoughts, to what could have been. "He sure learned his lesson."

After her father died, her mother just broke down and became distant. Jamie tried her best to look after her, but she even found that was difficult. She preferred bars like this, and mostly living life on the edge.

"Depends on how you define winning. You're here, aren't you?"

Jamie gave him an offhanded look, her eyes slightly wide, however, once Pike looked her over once more she shook it off and went to her drink. "That instinct to leap without looking-that was his nature, too. And in my opinion it's something Starfleet has lost. We're admirable, respectable. But overly-disciplined." He huffed. "Those cadets you took on, they'll make competent officers - but you can bet your ass they'll run home to momma the minute they're looking down the barrel of a Klingon phaser cannon."

"...why are you talking to me?" Jamie grumbled.

In truth, they never speak to each other. She just knew about Captain Pike through stories from her mother. Apparently, Pike knew her father well enough, but they never talked before now. An occasional nod or hello, maybe, but otherwise….

"I looked up your file while you were drooling on the floor. Your aptitude tests were off the charts- what is it, d'you like being the only Genius Level repeat-offender in the midwest?"

Jamie smirked. "Maybe I love it."

"So your daddy dies... you can settle for a less-than-ordinary life." Jamie felt anger rise in her chest when he spoke about her father again. "Or do you feel like you're meant for something better? Something special?"

Jamie's grip tightened around the salt shaker that she had been fiddling with. "Come to think of it, I do want to feel special. You know what? I'm gonna go start a book club-"

"Enlist in starfleet."

Jamie scoffed. "Enlist. You must be way down on your recruiting quota for the month-"

"If you're half the person your father was, Jamie, Starfleet could use you. You could be an officer in four years, and with some tweaking, you can have a ship in eight."

She'd love to join starfleet. She'd love to travel the stars.

However, it wasn't her thing, and Pike was getting under her skin. She was too reckless, she could wreck so many things that Starfleet had built over the years.

She stood, and grabbed her jacket. Her vision spun slightly, which she ignored. "We're even, right? I can go."

"Riverside shipyard. Shuttle for new recruits leaves tomorrow, 0800."

She turned to go, but Pike grabbed her arm. "Your father was captain of a Starship. For twelve minutes, I dare you to do better."

Pike dropped his hand, stood, and left. Jamie watched him go, uncertain.

She wanted to be a captain, yet, she was convinced she wasn't good enough for Starfleet. However, Pike just issued a challenge that she just couldn't pass up. A challenge was a challenge, after all, and she couldn't back down from it.

She was going to show them. They wouldn't know what hit them.