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This is not the same verse as my fic Mine, though the name is the same. I happen to like Jemima instead of the 'Jamie' or other names out there.
The Bar Scene.
Warning: almost attempted rape... doesn't get far at all.
"No attorneys
To plead my case
No opiates
To send me into outta space
And my fingers
Are bejeweled
With diamonds and gold
But that ain't gonna help me now
I'm trouble
Yeah trouble now
I'm trouble ya'll
I disturb my town
I'm trouble
Yeah trouble now
I'm trouble ya'll
I got trouble in my town"
Jemima Kirk was a regular at the Shipyard Bar, something that never failed to amuse her mother, who gave token protests whenever something happened there. She went nearly every Friday, though she tried to avoid the place when Starfleet was around, simply because she didn't want to deal with the snark-ass cadets and their idiocy. However, she wasn't always successful. Case in point, tonight.
She had walked in at about ten, her usual time, to find the place full of red uniforms and loud, braying laughter. Shit. She shoved some unfortunate kid off her stool and sat down in between Ray and Joo'Blegh. the cadet made a token protest but she just looked him up and down and turned back to tap the bar. Steve was already pouring her first shot, and she took it gratefully, pulling at he too-short leather jacket after drinking it down. While her outfit was normal for her, she felt a little exposed with all of the strangers around, which meant she was feeling self-conscious. Which was one of the things guaranteed to make her angry. So when the large fucker with the bad goatee leaned over her to order, she 'accidentally' planted an elbow in his stomach.
"Oops, my bad," she said, trying and failing to keep her laughter out of her voice. The cadet looked angry, which was just fine with her.
"What'd you go and hit me for?"
"Well, for one, you were pressing my boobs into the bar, which hurts, and two, you order down there," she answered, pointing to the other side of Joo, who was looking on passively. He wouldn't step in until she was unconscious, so she didn't bother thinking about him as an ally if this got ugly. Ray was a full-on alcoholic, so he wouldn't be any help either. On the other side of Joo, a young dark-skinned female was ordering cheerfully, and 'Tall, Light, and Ugly' bowled her out of the way to order his. The man was drunk, which would make it easier, and she was in the mood for a fight. He'd just given her the perfect opening.
"Hey! I was ordering!" the girl said angrily, pushing herself away from the poor unfortunate that had broken her fall.
"Yeah? You can wait."
"I think the lady said she was ordering," Jem said, stepping up in between them. This wasn't about the girl, and both she and the retard knew it. "Let me guess, Security?"
"Command."
"Oh man, Cupcake, Starfleet sure has fallen into the dumps, hasn't it?"
"What did you just call me?" he was looming now, drink forgotten. Good.
"Cupcake. What did you think I said?" She cocked a hip out, hands slowly fisting and unfisting at her sides. Her entire body was coiled, ready to move.
"Thought you said somethin' smart, is all."
"Relax, Cupcake," she said, wanting to escalate it without escalating it. She turned to the girl. "You okay? He hit you pretty hard." Men hated nothing more than being ignored. Idiot probably thought she wanted to fuck him.
"I'm fine." Before the girl could say anything else, she was spun around, looking up at the cadet, whose breath was nasty, even for a bar.
"So, you want to get out of here?"
"Not with you, honey," she said sweetly, 'trying' to pull herself free. By now, the entire bar was watching, and some cadets were shifting around the edges of her vision, on his side or hers she neither knew nor cared. "Let me go, why don't you, stud? Or I'll have to make you let go."
"You're not goin' anywhere, sweetheart," he said, trying to pull her closer. Now. She planted one foot on the floor and arched backward, pulling his balance forward, before planting her other one deep in his groin. He let go of her with a grunt, and she flipped backwards, pushing off of both the floor and his body. He slumped to the floor, hands gripping himself, and she came to a stop a few feet away.
"Told you I wasn't going anywhere with you, Cupcake," she said, and downed the shot handed to her quickly before sauntering away from the bar and out into the warm night air. Once there, she stared at the toe of her pointed boot, which was scuffed. "Damn, and these are new, too." She sighed and pulled out her cigarettes, lighting one.
"Why did you do that?" It was the girl from the bar.
"Do what? Take him down a peg or twelve? Because he annoyed me, and having your boobs pressed into a hard edge always hurts."
Footsteps behind them revealed Cupcake and two of his friends, all of them armed with liquid courage. She pushed the girl out of the way.
"Run!" she yelled, just before one of the buddies tried to get a hold on her. She slipped out of her jacket easily and spun away, right into the other one, who got a solid grip on her arms. Cupcake limped closer, still in pain, but determined.
"Oh, I'm gonnahave fun with you, Townie," he rumbled into ther ear, hands grabbing her boobs through her corset. "But first...." She groaned when his other fist caught her right below her diaphragm, shoving all of the air out of her body. She lashed out wildly, sharp heels digging into any bit of flesh she could reach, even as she tried to regain her breath. She heard sounds of pain over the roaring in her ears and grinned savagely, ripping her arms out of the grip and uppercutting Cupcake. The other two tackled her, no longer thinking about sex, only hurting her, which was better; she could work with that.
A sharp whistle cut through the air. They all froze, and she turned her head to see an older man with slate-blue eyes glaring at them. "Get back to your rooms. Now." They scrambled off of her, kicking her a few more times for good measure before running scared.
"You can whistle really loud, you know that?" she asked, before the darkness that was ringing her vision finally took over.
She woke up in the bar, with everyone gone. She somehow thought that not a lot of time had passed, though she couldn't be sure. She sat up slowly, her head ringing slightly. She was laid out in a booth, her jacket draped over her, and she could hear soft music, not the kind that usually blared through the speakers in the bar.
"Miss Kirk," The older man said, holding out a hand. She took it and let him lift her to her feet, catching her jacket and swinging it over the back of a chair that he then ushered her into. "I'm Captain Pike, Starfleet Command."
"Good for you?" she asked, settling and waving at Steve, who brought her a beer. She settled back into her seat as Pike settled into the chair opposite her, looking at him through her eyelashes as she took a sip, not a coquettish look, but searching, weighing him against her own crtieria that no one knew but her. She wasn't trying to figure him out sexually, since he was a little older than she liked, silvering at the temples. He looked almost frail, but she had firsthand knowledge that his strength was greater than his looks could account for, wiry muscle instead of bulk, and her estimation for him went up a little. She made a point in her head to tell her mom when she got home, since Winona would surely get a kick out of it, though she would leave the attempted rape out of it, since she didn't Winona attacking random people on the streets.
"You know, when the bartender told me who you were, I almost couldn't believe it," he said, and she raised an eyebrow. Starting right in with her family history? Was this guy even trying?
"And who am I, Captain Pike?" she asked, setting her beer down. Might as well listen to him, since Steve wouldn't let her leave until he was sure she would get home okay.
"Your father's daughter." She couldn't help it; she laughed, which wasn't the greatest idea with a cracked rib, but she really couldn't help it. He was way too direct. Normally, she'd appreciate it, but this was one subject that she didn't like being talked about at all.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" she asked, once she could breathe again.
"I looked you up while you were passed out in the booth. Your aptitude scores are off the charts," he said, and she narrowed her eyes. So that was his agenda.
"Yeah, well, you guys have tried to recruit me before, and i'm gonna tell you the same thing i told everyone else. NO."
"You like being the only genius-level delinquent in the Midwest?" he asked, and she decided he had a hearing problem. Not unusual in men his age.
"Steve, can I get another one?" she asked, waving her empty glass, and he brought her another bottle. "Why are you talking to me, Captain?" she asked once she'd poured it, leaning forward, fully engaging in the one-sided discussion.
"Starfleet could use you."
"Your recruiting quota must be way down if you're trolling bars for bodies," she said flippantly, draining her glass.
"Listen, did you ever think you were made for something more? Something better?" Stupid bastard. He was echoing the same words her mother said at least once a week, and if they didn't work coming from the woman who gave birth to her, why would they work for him? "Your father was Captain of a starship for 12 minutes, and he saved 800 lives. Including you. And your mother. I dare you to do better." He stood, and she stared up at him belligerently, not letting him see that his words had affected her. He threw a card down on the table in front of her. "Shuttle for recruits leaves at 0800 sharp." He left then, and she stared at the innocent white card as if it would bite her.
"I think you should go for it," Steve said, and she whipped around to stare at him and okay, bad idea, but he was agreeing with some out-of-towner? "Seriously, Jem. It's a good idea, and you've been complaining about living here for years! Just do it. At least then you'll know you can."
"I... I gotta go home. Bye, Steve. See you next time." She swirled her jacket on and left, but not before tucking the card into the pocket of her jeans. She kicked her bike to life and drove home, where her mother was waiting up for her, to hear how the night had gone.
"Mom, I met this guy..."
Continued in (Part 2).
The Bar Scene.
Warning: almost attempted rape... doesn't get far at all.
"No attorneys
To plead my case
No opiates
To send me into outta space
And my fingers
Are bejeweled
With diamonds and gold
But that ain't gonna help me now
I'm trouble
Yeah trouble now
I'm trouble ya'll
I disturb my town
I'm trouble
Yeah trouble now
I'm trouble ya'll
I got trouble in my town"
Jemima Kirk was a regular at the Shipyard Bar, something that never failed to amuse her mother, who gave token protests whenever something happened there. She went nearly every Friday, though she tried to avoid the place when Starfleet was around, simply because she didn't want to deal with the snark-ass cadets and their idiocy. However, she wasn't always successful. Case in point, tonight.
She had walked in at about ten, her usual time, to find the place full of red uniforms and loud, braying laughter. Shit. She shoved some unfortunate kid off her stool and sat down in between Ray and Joo'Blegh. the cadet made a token protest but she just looked him up and down and turned back to tap the bar. Steve was already pouring her first shot, and she took it gratefully, pulling at he too-short leather jacket after drinking it down. While her outfit was normal for her, she felt a little exposed with all of the strangers around, which meant she was feeling self-conscious. Which was one of the things guaranteed to make her angry. So when the large fucker with the bad goatee leaned over her to order, she 'accidentally' planted an elbow in his stomach.
"Oops, my bad," she said, trying and failing to keep her laughter out of her voice. The cadet looked angry, which was just fine with her.
"What'd you go and hit me for?"
"Well, for one, you were pressing my boobs into the bar, which hurts, and two, you order down there," she answered, pointing to the other side of Joo, who was looking on passively. He wouldn't step in until she was unconscious, so she didn't bother thinking about him as an ally if this got ugly. Ray was a full-on alcoholic, so he wouldn't be any help either. On the other side of Joo, a young dark-skinned female was ordering cheerfully, and 'Tall, Light, and Ugly' bowled her out of the way to order his. The man was drunk, which would make it easier, and she was in the mood for a fight. He'd just given her the perfect opening.
"Hey! I was ordering!" the girl said angrily, pushing herself away from the poor unfortunate that had broken her fall.
"Yeah? You can wait."
"I think the lady said she was ordering," Jem said, stepping up in between them. This wasn't about the girl, and both she and the retard knew it. "Let me guess, Security?"
"Command."
"Oh man, Cupcake, Starfleet sure has fallen into the dumps, hasn't it?"
"What did you just call me?" he was looming now, drink forgotten. Good.
"Cupcake. What did you think I said?" She cocked a hip out, hands slowly fisting and unfisting at her sides. Her entire body was coiled, ready to move.
"Thought you said somethin' smart, is all."
"Relax, Cupcake," she said, wanting to escalate it without escalating it. She turned to the girl. "You okay? He hit you pretty hard." Men hated nothing more than being ignored. Idiot probably thought she wanted to fuck him.
"I'm fine." Before the girl could say anything else, she was spun around, looking up at the cadet, whose breath was nasty, even for a bar.
"So, you want to get out of here?"
"Not with you, honey," she said sweetly, 'trying' to pull herself free. By now, the entire bar was watching, and some cadets were shifting around the edges of her vision, on his side or hers she neither knew nor cared. "Let me go, why don't you, stud? Or I'll have to make you let go."
"You're not goin' anywhere, sweetheart," he said, trying to pull her closer. Now. She planted one foot on the floor and arched backward, pulling his balance forward, before planting her other one deep in his groin. He let go of her with a grunt, and she flipped backwards, pushing off of both the floor and his body. He slumped to the floor, hands gripping himself, and she came to a stop a few feet away.
"Told you I wasn't going anywhere with you, Cupcake," she said, and downed the shot handed to her quickly before sauntering away from the bar and out into the warm night air. Once there, she stared at the toe of her pointed boot, which was scuffed. "Damn, and these are new, too." She sighed and pulled out her cigarettes, lighting one.
"Why did you do that?" It was the girl from the bar.
"Do what? Take him down a peg or twelve? Because he annoyed me, and having your boobs pressed into a hard edge always hurts."
Footsteps behind them revealed Cupcake and two of his friends, all of them armed with liquid courage. She pushed the girl out of the way.
"Run!" she yelled, just before one of the buddies tried to get a hold on her. She slipped out of her jacket easily and spun away, right into the other one, who got a solid grip on her arms. Cupcake limped closer, still in pain, but determined.
"Oh, I'm gonnahave fun with you, Townie," he rumbled into ther ear, hands grabbing her boobs through her corset. "But first...." She groaned when his other fist caught her right below her diaphragm, shoving all of the air out of her body. She lashed out wildly, sharp heels digging into any bit of flesh she could reach, even as she tried to regain her breath. She heard sounds of pain over the roaring in her ears and grinned savagely, ripping her arms out of the grip and uppercutting Cupcake. The other two tackled her, no longer thinking about sex, only hurting her, which was better; she could work with that.
A sharp whistle cut through the air. They all froze, and she turned her head to see an older man with slate-blue eyes glaring at them. "Get back to your rooms. Now." They scrambled off of her, kicking her a few more times for good measure before running scared.
"You can whistle really loud, you know that?" she asked, before the darkness that was ringing her vision finally took over.
She woke up in the bar, with everyone gone. She somehow thought that not a lot of time had passed, though she couldn't be sure. She sat up slowly, her head ringing slightly. She was laid out in a booth, her jacket draped over her, and she could hear soft music, not the kind that usually blared through the speakers in the bar.
"Miss Kirk," The older man said, holding out a hand. She took it and let him lift her to her feet, catching her jacket and swinging it over the back of a chair that he then ushered her into. "I'm Captain Pike, Starfleet Command."
"Good for you?" she asked, settling and waving at Steve, who brought her a beer. She settled back into her seat as Pike settled into the chair opposite her, looking at him through her eyelashes as she took a sip, not a coquettish look, but searching, weighing him against her own crtieria that no one knew but her. She wasn't trying to figure him out sexually, since he was a little older than she liked, silvering at the temples. He looked almost frail, but she had firsthand knowledge that his strength was greater than his looks could account for, wiry muscle instead of bulk, and her estimation for him went up a little. She made a point in her head to tell her mom when she got home, since Winona would surely get a kick out of it, though she would leave the attempted rape out of it, since she didn't Winona attacking random people on the streets.
"You know, when the bartender told me who you were, I almost couldn't believe it," he said, and she raised an eyebrow. Starting right in with her family history? Was this guy even trying?
"And who am I, Captain Pike?" she asked, setting her beer down. Might as well listen to him, since Steve wouldn't let her leave until he was sure she would get home okay.
"Your father's daughter." She couldn't help it; she laughed, which wasn't the greatest idea with a cracked rib, but she really couldn't help it. He was way too direct. Normally, she'd appreciate it, but this was one subject that she didn't like being talked about at all.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" she asked, once she could breathe again.
"I looked you up while you were passed out in the booth. Your aptitude scores are off the charts," he said, and she narrowed her eyes. So that was his agenda.
"Yeah, well, you guys have tried to recruit me before, and i'm gonna tell you the same thing i told everyone else. NO."
"You like being the only genius-level delinquent in the Midwest?" he asked, and she decided he had a hearing problem. Not unusual in men his age.
"Steve, can I get another one?" she asked, waving her empty glass, and he brought her another bottle. "Why are you talking to me, Captain?" she asked once she'd poured it, leaning forward, fully engaging in the one-sided discussion.
"Starfleet could use you."
"Your recruiting quota must be way down if you're trolling bars for bodies," she said flippantly, draining her glass.
"Listen, did you ever think you were made for something more? Something better?" Stupid bastard. He was echoing the same words her mother said at least once a week, and if they didn't work coming from the woman who gave birth to her, why would they work for him? "Your father was Captain of a starship for 12 minutes, and he saved 800 lives. Including you. And your mother. I dare you to do better." He stood, and she stared up at him belligerently, not letting him see that his words had affected her. He threw a card down on the table in front of her. "Shuttle for recruits leaves at 0800 sharp." He left then, and she stared at the innocent white card as if it would bite her.
"I think you should go for it," Steve said, and she whipped around to stare at him and okay, bad idea, but he was agreeing with some out-of-towner? "Seriously, Jem. It's a good idea, and you've been complaining about living here for years! Just do it. At least then you'll know you can."
"I... I gotta go home. Bye, Steve. See you next time." She swirled her jacket on and left, but not before tucking the card into the pocket of her jeans. She kicked her bike to life and drove home, where her mother was waiting up for her, to hear how the night had gone.
"Mom, I met this guy..."
Continued in (Part 2).
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