Kirk's Daughter

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"Captain Kirk and Fallon Kirk to the commander's office. James and Fallon Kirk to the commander's office."

I looked at Uncle Scotty, who shrugged and ushered me on. I was in the repair bay a week later, observing the repair of the Enterprise with Uncle Scotty and the rest of the crew. It was almost fixed, but not quite.

Dad met me in the elevator, and I asked what this was about. He shrugged. "I've not done anything illegal in this trip that I know of." I laughed, even though I knew he was serious.

We walked down the hall together, and Dad went in ahead of me.

"Hello, Jim, Fallon," the Commander said. "I've gone over Fallon's resume, and a letter that was handed anonymously to me. You are perfect for the job of a runner. I was close to having to find another crew for you to be a part of, but this landed on my desk."

A stack of two papers was handed to me and I quickly scanned it. Everything in it was true about me, but I'd never have thought to put any of it in my resume. Things like how I stay home alone and keep it tidy and well stocked according to the week's meals, always show up on time to anything and everything, how I work out often and am healthy, never fail to address someone with due respect, and if they don't deserve my respect I still offer it in how I title them.

I was curious as to who sent this in; these were things only a few people could possibly know about. Not many would do this, even if they did know.

"I'm going aboard the Enterprise?" He nodded.

"As soon as it's fixed and restocked, Captain, you'll be heading back out. And I trust you won't run into any more meteors."

"No." I rolled my eyes at my dad and waited a few more moments before we were dismissed before running down to the repair bay and asking Uncle Scotty if he'd written the assessment.

"No, I didn't. Haven't seen that before. Wish someone'd write something as nice about me as this," he chuckled. "Might check with Chekov or McCoy. Not sure about McCoy, but Chekov's the kind of lad who'd do this."

I nodded and checked with them. Negative. Neither wrote it. Frowning, I walked over to Dad and Spock. Spock was talking, and Dad rubbed his eyes. I chuckled silently. He still didn't get used to logic being used all the time. I, however, was used to it and occasionally attempted to talk "logically" with Spock. It didn't often work.

"That is highly improbable," he was saying. "I would not try to influence the Commander's decision one way or another. His decision is his alone, and if her help would be better used on another vessel then I would not want to decide for him that it would be better used here."

Dad sighed and I stepped in. "That's why I wasn't going to ask. Uncle Scotty, Uncle Bones, and Uncle Pavel all say it wasn't them."

"Have you asked Mr. Sulu?" asked Spock. "He took a great liking to you when you met last."

I shook my head. "I'll find him next. Either way, I'm coming as soon as-"

"She's finished, Captain!" shouted Uncle Scotty. Dad walked over to conduct the evaluation, and I stayed with Spock.

"I am glad you will be joining us," he said. "I realize my statement may have come across as though I was not."

"It didn't, but it's nice to know." As I saw the lieutenant, I smiled a bit. Hers and Spock's relationship hadn't changed very much in the last few years, mostly because they both lived a lot longer than humans and Spock wasn't wanting to change it.

"How is Aunt Nyota?"

"Just as before," he answered. I nodded.

"If my dad asks, I'm talking to her." He nodded and I walked over. "Hello."

"Hi, Fallon. How are you?" she asked with a smile.

"Good. I'm coming with you on the next trip actually, so great."

"I'm sure Kirk is happy about that," she grinned.

"Oh, ecstatic," I joked, and we walked into a more secluded area so it would be quieter. I knew his Vulcan hearing was sharp, and didn't want him to hear me ask about him. When I did, she chuckled harshly.

"It's a job understanding him sometimes." I nodded in agreement. "All he does is talk in logic, a language only Vulcans understand. Occasionally when we're in an argument he will show that he cares about me, but unless I'm in danger he doesn't."

"Must be interesting to fight with him."

"That's one word for it. Anyway, I care about him too much to give up when it's hard. My daughter understands him though. She's the only one who can really talk to him." They had one child, a daughter.

"Dad's occasionally difficult to understand too, although less often than Spock. Dad's more of a straightforward, get to the point kind of guy."

"Different troubles, yet the same," she smiled. "I hear the ship's almost completed. You can probably expect to be in the sky in about two days."

I nodded. "I should go. It's getting late and I need to start on dinner for Dad and I."

Nodding, she walked out ahead of me and passed Dad, Uncle Scotty, Uncle Pavel, and a few people I vaguely recognized. I stopped and quickly told Dad where I was going. He nodded and I walked out into the bright sunlight.

I was going into space. As I looked up at the blue sky, I smiled. Past that was an unlimited expanse of space, expanse I was going to explore. Oh, I'd been in space before, but it was for a very short amount of time and I'd not been able to see much.

Now it was my turn to discover something new. I'd contribute even my dying breath to save the Enterprise, so long as I first got to live, seeing the beauty of the universe. That's how excited I was.