Thirteen
by Rob Morris

TARSUS FOUR, 2349

"Jimmy, I'm Thirteen."

With those words, sixteen-year old Jimmy Kirk felt his ego—among other, more solid things-deflate. The young woman he had just had his first time with had the body of a goddess and the relative age of a baby.

"Thirteen."

As she nodded yes, Jimmy saw Nyota Uhura's decidedly non-adolescent breasts ounce once again.

"Yes. I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"Thirteen."

"Mmm-hmm. Please don't hate me."

"Thirteen?"

"Mother says I'm an early bloomer. Just two months back, I didn't look like this."

"Thirteen?!"

"Yes. Oh, Jimmy--I'll never forget you."

"THIRTEEN?!!!!!!!"

Nyota frowned.

"You Are Upset With Me, Aren't You?"

With bugged-out eyes, Kirk looked straight at her face, and nothing else.

"Nyota--I could go to jail for what I did."

She smiled, twirled, and giggled again. Nyota had her back to Jimmy now, and he noticed. She noticed that he noticed. She felt power over him, and enjoyed it.

"No, silly. I went willingly, remember?"

Kirk shook his head, and Uhura saw he did some shaking of his own.

"A Thirteen-Year-Old, according to the law, doesn't have sufficient judgement, Nyota. I'm supposed to think, first. I didn't."

She was now a bit angry.

"One, I didn't tell you how old I was. Two, I suggested we do this—you better not regret it, Mister! Third--I wanted to reward you."

She put her head against his chest.

"Jimmy, my cousin--the one I came here with--likes things rough. I don't. Except for you, my first time wouldn't have just been rough—it would have been rape. I don't care what people say about rape as an act of hate--it still would have been the first time. But you killed those two guards. You were like a great warrior of old. You didn't take anything I wasn't offering."

"I know. But we have problems, Nyota. I can't be with you anymore, and that's gonna hurt like hell."

"Then be with me now, Jimmy. You are my hero, and my first love."

Kirk remembered an old saying.

"90% of the time, a hero is someone too tired and too hungry to give a damn."

He pushed her up against a nearby wall and entered her once again. Her legs wrapped around him almost by instinct.

"Nyota, I don't give a damn."

"Jimmy, neither do I."

They both heard voices in the far distance, and knew they lacked all time. As Jimmy went faster, Nyota nodded her assent. In this instance, they forewent making love for raw, primal humping.

As both seemed near climax, Nyota heard shouting, and knew it did not come from either of them. She screamed as they finished, and Jimmy collapsed. Sadly, though, this collapse was not from sexual release. Nyota saw a woman holding Jimmy by the shoulders, shaking him violently. There were small bruises on his back. She reasoned that this woman must be Jimmy's Mother, and that she punched at her son's back when the shouting failed to get his attention. Brianna Kirk was almost incoherent.

".....find out my parents are dead, we can't find you...are you listening to me...playing with Princess Hump here...give me a reason why I shouldn't drag out the old chainsaw and make you trustworthy again by lopping off those three troublemakers?"

Jimmy Kirk had literally been dragged off Nyota as he climaxed. He was not happy with his mother. In fact, he was major league pissed.

"Go ahead and make a eunuch of me, Mom! God knows, you've been trying for as long as I can remember!"

Defiance was not what the loving but overwrought Brianna had wanted, so Jimmy got a solid slap across the face.

"That's what you get for having a mouth!"

Nyota knew how a lioness felt, when she saw this. Balling up her fist, she socked Brianna in the stomach, then the girl stood by the boy she saw as her man. She glared at the stunned Brianna. Since neither of the young people had yet been able to dress, they cut quite the primal figure.

"That's What You Get For Thinking With Your Hands! By The Way, I'm Upenda Nyota Uhura, also called Nyota. NOT Princess Hump. Lady, I hope you're just upset, because this is not his fault. I never told Jimmy I was thirteen til we were done the first time."

Brianna was no longer enraged. But she was stunned.

"You're--you're Thirteen!?"

Jimmy turned to Sam, who was in the background with a giggling Aurelan. He began to sob.

"Sam--I'm Dead!!! I am soooo DEad!"

Sam was still taking in Nyota.

"Little Brother, You Found One Hell Of A Way To Go!"

Brianna gathered herself.

"Alright! You two----"

She pointed to Nyota and her second son.

"Wash yourselves off-and dress! You two --"

She pointed to Aurelan and her fiancee, Bri's first son.

"Play chaperone! I want this to be a shower, not a renewal. We'll sort this out in the transport."

Shaking and sore, and muttering to herself, Brianna went outside.

"Sam?"

George Samuel Kirk, Junior, turned to his fiancee.

"Yeah, Relly?"

"Help Nyota get dressed. I want to talk to Jimmy."

"But she's...."

"When she's dressed, she won't be. I trust you."

Nyota was grateful as Sam gathered her strewn-about things.

"Thanks. Jimmy said you were a great brother. Er--are him and your Mom gonna be alright?"

Sam found that playing protector was a big help in not staring, so he assumed that role for Jimmy.

"Little Girl, You Had Better Have Been Worth It. Cause my baby brother is in the kind of trouble I didn't think even he could get into. I like to play jokes on Jimmy, ya know. But what you did beats all. I'm angry with him, too. But you should have been straight with him."

Now Nyota was dressed, and her eyes had a few small tears.

"I love him, Sam. If I had told him, he would have told me no."

"Nyota, you don't know what love is. Plus--Very Few Men would have told you no. Er---don't mention that last part to Relly."

A quick kiss on the cheek followed.

"I won't."

Normally, having Aurelan watch him dress would unnerve Jimmy. But the weeks on Tarsus had been too long.

"Jimmy?"

"Yeah?"

Jimmy was now fully cleaned and dressed, and Aurelan bear-hugged him.

"You are the coolest future brother a girl could hope to have."

Jimmy sat down, and cried his own tears.

"It was horrible, Relly. They just burst in, called Grandma and Granpa O'Reilly 'stumps', and there they weren't. When I found Nyota, they were going to rape and kill her. We were on a rampage. Like the old 'Hogan's Heroes' vids, blowing up stuff right and left. We made that bastard Kodos pay. Then--he killed that little boy, Kevin Riley."

Relly didn't know who that boy was. Then again, the list of the 'disappeared' on Tarsus would never be fully resolved.

"Do you love her, Jimmy?"

Jimmy sniffed and laughed.

"She's a kid. I made a mistake."

"Yeah, right. I'll bet you buttfucked her."

Jimmy's eyes bugged out.

"Relly!!"

"Well did you? You know, I'm punishing Sam for that last practical joke by not letting him do that to me."

"Relly, I don't want to hear this."

"Did you or didn't you?"

He gave up. He grinned.

"I felt like I was at the helm of a Constitution Class. She has the greatest ass in this entire quadrant."

Now, Relly grinned.

"Wanna Bet?"

She lowered her trousers and mooned him, quickly. She sat back down.

"Why-why the hell did you just do that?"

Aurelan put her fingers on either side of his mouth, and forced a smile.
 

"For that. Jimmy, I really do think of you like a little brother. If it takes seeing my fat ass to make my little brother smile, then I'm gonna shake it til you give in."

"You're Not Fat....Relly, I Love You.."

He fell asleep in her arms, anger and adrenaline finally giving out on the future Captain Of The Enterprise. His wife, thirty-seven years onward, walked up and brushed her hand against his cheek.

"He was so gentle...Aurelan, is it?"

"Yes, he is. But if roused to anger, he can break almost anyone. Nyota, I have what some call The Sight. Will you do me a favor?"

"Of course."

Aurelan looked at her with eyes that had seen all the beauty of creation, but it was beauty with a blemish. A three-headed blemish. A blemish that Aurelan knew she and Jimmy would play a part in erasing.

"Take care of my boy."

Nyota was tired herself, and so asked nothing of Relly's damned odd request. It was a request that she would fulfill, though--when the boy in question was perilously close to breaking.

A tall, dark man walked into the barracks area. He saw, and spoke to Sam.

"Are You Kirk?"

"Yes. sir."

"Good."

Nyota's father would later find out he punched the wrong Kirk. By mutual agreement, all charges were dropped. The need for this quiet resolution was emphasized by Nyota's incessant giggling while staring at Jimmy and holding a measuring tape--all while at the constable's station. Relly did not help the situation overly much, either. Jimmy looked at his brother.

"Sam, I'm going to kill Nyota when she's old enough."

"Jim, Relly's going straight to the Core!"

George Kirk finally arrived.

"Excuse me, pal? Hi? I'm Jim's Father."

Nyota's father smiled.

"Good."

Again, no charges were filed.

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STARFLEET ACADEMY, 2352
Finnegan hauled off and belted Cartwright right in the face.

"Brock, boyo, Jimmy Kirk may be a stiff little plebe, but beatins are where I draw the line. Put him on report, if you will, but put those ham-hock fists away."

"Damn it, Finnegan! You Are A Fellow Upperclassman! He is a disobedient sophomore. Whose side are you on?"

Finnegan smiled.

"His and Cadet Mitchell's. Kirk's a stiff, as I said, but he'll loosen up. But Brock, sure'n you're an asshole. For that, there is no known cure."

Upperclassman Teresa Bunson glared at Finnegan.

"Sean, remember the oath we've all taken."

Finnegan held up his arm, showing a bare spot under his wrist.

"Terry, ya great slut! I had the damned tattoo removed. Go peddle your wares. I do not hate that which is strange and different--exceptin for plebes, of course."

"Then you will pay, Finnegan. As do all his enemies."

"Terry, Brock--I'm shakin' THREE times over!"

Finnegan graduated soon after, and Jim never saw him again, except for an odd vision that was not based on this final encounter. Gary Mitchell and Jim walked along, talking out this odd encounter.

"Finnegan-My Hero? Jim, we're being set up. There's going to be snakes in our bed, mark my words."

But Jim shook his head.

"Gary, I'm starting to realize that practical jokers like Finnegan are not the enemy. A Royal Pain In The Ass, Yes. But by that standard, my older brother would be the Enemy. No. The real foe is Hate-Groups like Cartwright and Bunson belong to. Have you ever heard them talk? They discuss---quadrant-wide genocide--so matter of factly."

Gary winced.

"What, do they think they're gods, sitting above us all? Its power, Jim. It eats the soul."

"Excuse me, gentleman."

Jim turned.

"Yes, how may I help---NYOTA!!"

Cadets Third and Fourth Class Kirk and Uhura quickly embraced.

"Jimmy--I'm Not Thirteen Anymore. Seventeen Is Quite Legal."

By instinct, he kissed her deeply.

"So it is. Later, Gary."

As they walked off, Gary noticed the freshman cadet as well.

"Jim, you have got to learn to share. Now, who do I know that's good-looking enough to draw you away from that wonder girl?"

An inspiration came over the young genius. He picked up his transcomm.

"Hey, Carol? Carol Marcus? Gary Mitchell, here. I have a friend who would be Dead-Solid-Perfect for you. Interested?"

His efforts to win Nyota Uhura were largely unsuccessful. Gary Mitchell did succeed, however, in aiming a little blonde lab technician straight into Jim Kirk's life. Without knowing it, he also set in motion a part of the universe's last stand against The Ancient Destroyer. But then, Gary never was much for the Big Picture, being a details man.

As for Nyota and Jim, many interesting turns lay ahead.