Your best friend, Jim Kirk, was wild. He was always partying and going out, but for some reason, around you, he calms down. After every party he comes to your place. You make him tea and talk with him. It had become sorta a ritual.

A couple nights ago, when he came to your place, Jim was covered in bruises. He said there was a bar fight. Accidentally got in the middle of it. While you were patching him up, he asked you on a date. You agreed.

Two years had passed from that night. Two years since he asked you out. On this day he proposed. It was a sweet small proposal but you accepted. Your wedding was small. Jim's friend, Leonard McCoy, came. Your family.

Three years after your wedding you had your first child. A boy named Xander Joseph Kirk. Jim was captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise. Two years later you had your second child, a girl. You named you Ashley Sarah Kirk. 1 1/2 later you had your last children. Twins. 2 boys. Dominic James Kirk and Samuel Ashton Kirk.

Both you and Jim died at the same time. Another ship had crashed and you both died. Your kids lived long lives and were successful. Samuel became a captain himself. Everything was okay.