When the time line was rewritten by a mad Romulan hell bent on revenge many lives were torn and many destinies changed. Some destinies however, were so strongly interwoven into the fabric of time that this catastrophic event could not change them. James Tiberius Kirk is one such destiny his father, often told to be his inspiration to joining Starfleet, died battling the Romulan Nero and by doing so ensured the survival of the Kelvin crew, his wife and newborn baby. The universe took that day much from the Kirk family and in turn bestowed upon the youngest a gift that would prove itself both a burden and a blessing.
"James Tiberius Kirk git your skinny ass over here or so help me you'll regret it" a voice yelled promising pain that the straw haired boy did not doubt would surely come when he was discovered. It was never an if it was always a when with Frank. Somehow he was always found out no matter how hard Jim fought to keep quite, no matter how hard he fought to gain the advantage. Sitting with his PADD at his feet Jim sighed debating internally whether it was a good idea to face Frank now or later when he was undoubtedly drunk and more angry then he was currently. Wishing Sam was here Jim walked out of his hiding spot leaving his PADD behind knowing full well what would happen if he was caught with one again.
PADD's were expressly forbidden to the children of the Kirk household while their mother was off world. When Jim was four he was sent to the hospital to repair a four inch gash ranging from mid hairline to his temple, he 'fell' out of a tree. Frank had been drunk then and when approached by the four year old, who held a PADD, proceed to smash the PADD over the boys head. Sam walked into find his brother bleeding on the floor half an hour later when he returned from school and promptly called the hospital. The incision was clearly to clean to be received by falling out of a tree but everyone in bumbfuck Iowa knew each other and that included the staff at the local hospital. Frank, Jim's guardian while his mother was off world, had ties in the sheriffs department that would only cause trouble for anyone who dared to call in the abuse.
When Jim stepped out of his hiding spot he was almost immediately spotted by Frank a deep sense of anger washed over the boy as the man stalked over to him. "You little shit!" the man spat at him. "Where are they? Where are the gad damned keys boy? I know you know!" The mans sweaty palm grasped at the front of Jim's overalls and pulled him up so close Jim could see the alcohol seeping out of the mans pores. Jim looked into the face of the devil and grinning flew into the fire. Taking a deep breath Jim formed his answer carefully, perhaps not as carefully as he should have but his mother was gone driven off by the ghost she saw in his face and now even Sam had left him alone with the beast.
"What keys? Don't ya know all hovers start by automated systems now? Or do you need such an esoteric form of transportation because the automated systems won't let a drunk fuck like you drive?" Jim braced himself for the anger bubbling through the mans veins and out through his fist. After the solid thunk to his jaw Jim found himself a good few feet away from the man now storming over to the child. Jim was nothing if not quick, sprinting over the the antique corvette he thrust the keys into the ignition he pulled out of the drive with hounds at his heels.
Jim heard Frank come through on the cars communication system and turned him off in favor of blasting the music. Jim allowed himself a fleeting moment of joy as he popped the roof off and watched over his shoulder as it flew into the distance. Speeding down the highway he noticed a hitchhiker traveling down the road and on closer inspection noticed it was his brother Sam. Jim waved at his brother in passing and grinned to himself Sam was not the only Kirk who had a pair. It was about that time where the sirens started ringing out when what Jim was doing started to sink in with no plan beyond avoiding being arrested he took a sharp turn off of the highway and into the fields. With the cop right on his tail Jim knew what was ahead of him and grinned the grin of the damned as he felt the corvette lift off the ground flying toward the abyss. There was a single thought running through Jim Kirk's mind as he vaulted himself from the drivers seat.
'This must be what it's like to fly'
"Citizen what is your name?"
"James Tiberius Kirk"