Disclaimer: I do not own Doom (2005) or Star Trek: 2009.

Chapter One:

Helena couldn't help but roll her eyes as she walked back across the club floor to the bar, her serving trey tucked under one of her arms as she went. Working in a club like this was a far cry from the jobs she usually did, but beggars couldn't be choosers. Plus she was only passing through. She liked to return to Earth every now and again, even if she was never able to use her birth name.

For some reason every since she'd rolled into Riverside on her beat up hover bike, everyone had called her Jane and she had rolled with it. She still wasn't any closer to finding out who this Jane, they thought she was, is. But the manger was paying cash-in-hand… Well credits, so she wasn't complaining.

As she drew closer to the bar, she noticed a pretty young women approach the bar. At first Helena though she wouldn't mind spending the night with her, her years of immortal life had really widened her sexual interested. After all why limit yourself to a fraction of the population? But then she noticed the way the young women walked and held herself. Helena's money was on her being stuck up rich kid, so maybe not the best choice in bed partners for the night.

"Hi," She greeted the barman. "I'd like a Klabnian Fire Tea, two Cardassian Sunrises and three Earth beers, no slim-shots, anything on draft. And a shot of Jack, straight up."

"That's a lot of drinks for one woman, especially one wearing boots like that," Helena said making a show of looking the women up and down as she reached the bar and gave the women a flirtatious smile before turning to the guy behind the bar and tapping her tray. "Her drink are on me."

"Her drinks on her," The women cut in. "Thanks, but no thanks."

"Don't you want my name before you completely reject me?" Helena teased, knowing the women had completely missed her name tag showing she worked at the club.

"I'm good without it," The women replied, a hint of distaste in her voice.

"You are good without it," Helena answered. "It's Jane."

Grinning Helena tapped her name badge.

"Seeing as you've refused my help to carry your drinks, I believe I at least deserve a name in return… If you don't tell me your name, I'm gonna have to make one up for you." Helena winked at her.

It was one of Helena's favourite hobbies, messing with people and this nameless women before her was just making it too easy and Helena almost laughed at the expression the women was pulling at her.

"Uhura," The women answered.

"Uhura? No way!" Helena laughed. "That's the name I was gonna make up for you. Uhura what?"

"Just Uhura," She answered.

"They don't have last names on your world?" Helena asked, she long ago learnt not to assume someone was human just because they looked it.

"Uhura is my last name."

"They don't have first names in your world?" Helena questioned, it wouldn't be the first time she meet a species like that, before deciding to tease Uhura some more. "Wait, let me guess. Is it 'Jane'?"

That actually made Uhura smile as she finally seemed to have cottoned on to the fact Helena was just messing with her. And Helena just grins in response before setting down her tray and placing Uhura's drinks on it.

"Lead the way," Helena waved her forward and Uhura did so.

"Okay, so you're clearly a cadet," Helena said as they walked across the club. "What's your focus?"

"Xenolinguistics," Uhura answered, before glancing at Helena with a smirk. "Let me guess, you don't know what that means."

Helena laughed, "Let me guess, study of Alien languages, phonology, morphology, syntax- it means you've got a talented tongue."

"And for a moment there, I thought you were just a dumb hick who only has sex with farm animals."

"Well… Not only."

"You think you're smart."

"Oh, babe," Helena laughed, but there was a hint of sadness to it. "I'm the smartest."

And Uhura really had no idea how true that was. Helena's intelligence level was off the chart. Her mind wasn't a human mind it was a C-24 enhanced mind. Even the Vulcan's couldn't outsmart her. Finally they reached the table Uhura and her friends were sitting at.

"This townie bothering you?" A voice from behind Helena asked, as she finished setting the drinks down.

"Beyond belief," Uhura laughed. "But nothing I can't handle."

"You could handle me," Helena winked at Uhura. "That's an invitation."

The person who had spoken grabbed Helena's shoulder and spun her round and Helena came face to face with one of the cadets who had tried to grope Helena earlier that evening and he was far drunker than he'd been the first time he'd approached her.

"Hey!" The cadet snapped at her. "You mind your manners."

"At ease, Cupcake, it was a joke," Helena grinned at him. "A bit like your hairline."

Uhura snorted into her drink and the cadet growled. Glancing up at the cadet Uhura catches the look in his eyes.

"Hey," Uhura reached forward and pulled on Jane's arm. "Jane, why don't you join us?"

"What did you just say?" The cadet demanded, grabbing Helena's arm as she went to move.

"You heard me, Moon Beam," Helena replied. "Now, if you'd be so kind as to step aside, I've got a job to get back to."

"You know how to count farm brat?" The cadet demanded. "There's five of us... And one of you."

Helena stared at him, completely unimpressed by the arrival of his friends.

"Okay, so go get some more guys, come back and then it'll be an even fight," Helena stared the cadet down.

What could she say, Hoshi had always told her not to tell lies and it'd take more than five drunk men to take her down in a fight… Even death couldn't keep her down for long.

The cadet swung his fist but Helena free hand spot up and caught it. In a single move she breaks his hand. One of the cadet's friends sent a punch her way and Helena doesn't have time to duck. The force of the blow sends her crashing backwards onto Uhura's and her friends table with a bloody face, but her nose had already healed.

A second one of Cupcakes friends grabbed hold of Helena and pulled her up and Helena came up swinging, which sent the cadet backwards with a split lip and bloody face to match hers. A third one of Cupcakes friend's grabbed hold of her and Helena aimed for his knee with one well aimed kick the cadet fell to the ground, screaming and Helena turned as another came at her. Only to be grabbed by two of Cupcakes friends and held in place as the fourth punched her, whilst the third crawls away whimpering.

"Enough!" Uhura yelled. "STOP!"

Finally Helena twisters herself free and send the fourth cadet backwards across the room with one well timed move. He landed on the floor unconscious, but he'd suffer no lasting damage, other than the damage done to his ego that is! Helena turned her attention to the two cadets who'd been holding her and it didn't take her long to floor both of them. And Cupcake had just got a lucky punch in when an ear-splitting whistle sounded and the entire club fell silent.

Helena looked round and noticed a Starfleet Officer standing in the doorway, looking very unimpressed at the scene before him. And Helena could understand why. Five cadets had just lost a fight to a blonde bar girl… That hardly made the cadets look good. Not that Helena really cared. Some of the federation greatest fighters were women, but old stereotypes died hard and no guy likes get their ass handed to them by a women.

"Outside, all of you!" The officer yelled. "NOW!"

Quickly all the cadets in the bar quickly left and Uhura sent a worried glance at Helena as she left and Helena just grinned at her, showing bloody teeth, but Helena had no injuries. All of them had healed seconds after she'd gotten them, leaving the blood as the only sign they'd been there to start with.

"You alright, Miss Jane?" The officer asked, seeing her name tag.

Helena snorted and wiped some blood from her face. Now that was a question with multiple answers.

"You can whistle really loud, y'know that?" Helena answered avoiding the question.

The officer just stared at her, before looking down at the unconscious forms of the cadets she'd been fighting.

"Well… If that all," Helena said adjusting her ruffled and blood strained cloths. "I've got to get back to work."

)o(

Helena was sitting at the bar, going over the receipts from the night and logging the data onto the clubs computer, when the sound of someone entering the club caught her attention.

"We're closed," Helena called over her shoulder not taking her eyes of the job she was doing.

"I couldn't believe it when the bartender told me who you are," The voice of the Starfleet Officer from earlier reached her ears.

"And who am I, Captain Pike?" Helena asked, having done some research of her own.

"Your father's daughter," Pike answered as he sat at the bar beside her. "For my dissertation, I was assigned the U.S.S. Kelvin. Something I admired about your dad... He didn't believe in no-win scenarios."

Helena froze.

Holy shit!

People thought she was Jane Tiberia Kirk, the Kelvin baby.

"He sure learned his lesson," Helena answered, choosing to play the unimpressed daughter routine.

"Depends on how you define winning. You're here, aren't you?"

Helena snorted. Of course she was! She's immortal. She was going to around for a long time, no matter what happened.

"That instinct to leap without looking," Pike continued. "That was his nature, too. And in my opinion it's something Starfleet has lost. We're admirable, respectable. But overly-disciplined. Those cadets you took on, they'll make competent officers-"

Helena's laughter cut Pike off and she finally turned to look at him, "Those cadets just tried to beat up a civilian… And if I had to guess it was revenge from when Cupcake tried to grope me earlier in the night and I threatened to break his arm, if he ever tried it again… God help Starfleet if that's all it takes to a 'competent officer'!"

"But you can bet your ass they'll run home to momma the minute they're looking down the barrel of a Klingon phaser cannon," Pike continued as if he hadn't heard her, but he made a mental note to seek out those cadets for further discipline later.

"Why are you talking to me?" Helena finally asked.

"I looked up your file. Your aptitude tests were off the charts. What is it, d'you like being the only Genius Level repeat-offender in the midwest?"

Helena knew about the rumours she, well Jane, was nothing but trouble and it seemed there was a lot of truth behind those rumours. So where was the real Jane Kirk? She'd have to look into it later, there could be trouble if the real Jane suddenly turned up.

"Maybe I love it," Helena answered.

"So your daddy dies, you can settle for a less-than-ordinary life. Or do you feel like you're meant for something better? Something special?"

Helena just stared at Pike. This was beginning to sound a lot like a recruitment speech.

"Come to think of it, I do want to feel special," Helena deadpanned. "You know what? I'm gonna go start a book club."

"Enlist in Starfleet," Pike disagrees.

"Enlist?" Helena laughed in disbelief. "You must be way down on your recruiting quota for the month."

"If you're half the person your father was, Jane, Starfleet could use you. You could be an officer in four years, have your own ship in eight."

"You done?" Jane asked, getting up.

"Riverside shipyard. Shuttle for new recruits leaves tomorrow, o-eight-hundred hours… Your father was Captain of a Starship, for twelve minutes. He saved eight-hundred lives. I dare you to do better."

Helena looked at Pike for a moment before picking up her jacket and leaving the club having finished her job for the night. Before she did anything else she needed to find out where the real Jane was and what had happened to her. She'd had multiple identities in the past, but all of them she'd had created herself. She had never stolen someone else's identity, even if they were dead… It would have only lead to trouble, if she was ever found out.

)o(

Jane passed the corn filled plains that made up the Iowa countryside, in a blur, as pushed her hover bike to its limits as she raced towards the shipyard to make the shuttle on time. She been up all night working out what had happened to the real Jane.

Jane was long gone.

So it was safe for Helena to use her identity and she sort of felt the need for Jane's name to be remembered, after what had happened to her and how easily she'd been forgotten. So she'd decided to take Pike up on his challenge… She had nothing better to do.

Finally reaching the shipyard, she pulled into the yard and killed the engine and hoped off her bike. The shipyard around her was alive with movement and Helena watched as people went about their business.

"Nice ride," Someone calls across to her.

Helena kicks down the stand of her bike and threw the keys to the guy who'd called across to her.

"It's your, man," Helena told him. "Just take good care of her."

She turned and spotted Pike standing next to a shuttle.

"Four years?" Helena grinned, stopping beside Pike and causing him to jump at her sudden appearance. "I'll do it in three."

Grinning at Pike, Helena walked past him and onto the shuttle, starting her life as Jane T Kirk. Jane walked up the ramp and into the shuttle. She walks down the row towards the two empty seats she'd caught sight of and past the other new recruits. As she moved down the row she noticed some of the new recruits were alien, it appeared the number of humans and none human species in Starfleet were finally beginning to even out.

After bumping her head on a low bar and laughing to herself at her own clumsiness, Helena finally reached her seat. She sat down and noticed the cadets from the night before seating slightly further down from her. She grinned at them and gave a mocking salute. All of them looked well and truly beaten and Cupcake had his hand in a bandage.

"At ease, Gentlemen," Jane can't help but tease them. "I'm not here to beat you up a second time."

A snort from closer to the front of the shuttle caught Jane's attention.

"Uhura!" Jane greeted with a smile. "Never did get that first name."

Uhura smiled at her, "It's Nyota… I never did get that last name."

"Kirk," Jane grinned and almost laughed at how those she'd fought with, stiffened.

"You need a doctor," A voice from the back of the shuttle caught Jane's attention as she pulled on her belt.

"Are you people deaf?" A second voice answered and Jane froze.

The voice remind her of John Grimm, be it with a Georgia accent.

"I told you I don't need a doctor, damn it! I AM A DOCTOR!"

Once upon a time Jane T Kirk had been Mrs Grimm. She had once been known as Helena Engel-Sato, an archaeologist, biologist and geneticist working for the UAC on Mars and that was where she had meet John Grimm, a marine and the twin brother of one of her work colleagues and closest friend, Samantha Grimm.

The two of them had just clicked.

Jane would be the first to admit they had many disagreements over the years they were together on a great many things, but what they had, it had been true love. Not five years after they had meet on Mars, they were married and ten years after that, she died in a car crash. After that John had disappeared like smoke in the wind. Not that Jane could have approached him even if he hadn't, she'd been dead on record after all.

She had then hacked the database and forged herself a new identify. From there she travelled around Europe taking up a new identify every ten to fifteen years. Then space travel had become something that was available to everyone and she had travelled from planet to planet, returning to Earth between lifetimes. And that was how she found herself aboard a shuttle bound for Starfleet with a name that wasn't her own.

Only this time Jane T Kirk wasn't a name she had made up, it was a name she had taken from someone else, not that the original Jane would be missed. She had been killed by her stepfather, Frank, just after her eleventh birthday after she had crashed a car into a quarry. Her older brother had been killed by Frank too after he tried to run away.

She didn't need to worry about Winona either.

The women had died alongside her children. Frank had beaten her to death before turning his old fashioned hand gun on himself. How the local authorities hadn't found out about this, she didn't know. An entire family had disappeared and nobody had noticed. It was strange and highly worrying.

And if it hadn't been for Pike mistaking her for one Jane T Kirk, she wouldn't have the name she was currently using and she would never have found the skeletons of the Kirk family in their old home, which had mysteriously caught fire not long after she had found it and four freshly dug graves in the back garden had appeared.

"You need to find a seat," The female officer said.

"I had one on the bathroom, Darlin', with no windows."

"Sir, for your own safety-"

"-I suffer from Aviaphobia-"

"Sit down, or I will MAKE you-"

"-which in case you don't understand big-"

"Sit down!"

"-words, it means 'fear of dying-"

"Do you hear me?"

"-in something that flies'."

During the course of their argument they had made I across the shuttle to the empty seat beside Jane.

"Sir, for your own safety," The women all but yelled at him. "Sit down or else I'll make you sit down!"

They glare at each other.

"Fine," The man finally said and all but fell into the seat next to Jane.

"Thank you," The women muttered before walking off.

"This is Captain Pike, we've been cleared for take-off," Pike's voice sounded over the intercom.

"I may throw up on you," The man warned her, without looking at her.

"I think these things are pretty safe," Jane told him.

The man's head snapped up and he stared at her. Jane shifted slightly in her seat feeling uncomfortable. The man even had the same coloured eyes as John. He just stared at her, but Jane got a feeling it wasn't her he was seeing, but someone else.

"Don't pander to me, kid," He finally replied. "One tiny crack in the hull and our blood boils in thirteen seconds. A solar flare might crop up, cook us in our seats… Hell, some of the damn passengers are blue. And wait 'till you're sitting pretty with a case of Andorian shingles, see if you're still so relaxed when your eyeballs are bleeding. Space is disease and danger, wrapped in darkness and silence."

The man acted just like John used to.

"I hate to break this to you, but Starfleet operates in space," Jane answered.

"Yeah," The man answered pulling a flask from his pocket and unscrewing the top. "Well... I've got nowhere else to go, the ex-wife took the whole damn planet in the divorce… All I've got left is my bones."

Jane couldn't help but feel angry and jealous at the same time, as she watched the man as he took a drink from his flask, before he offered it to her. Jane took it and held it up in a slight toast.

"Jane Kirk," She introduced herself, before taking a drink.

It was John's favourite.

"McCoy," The man answered, taking the flask as she handed back. "Leonard McCoy."

Suddenly the shuttle shudders and McCoy goes pale and gripped his arm rest tightly.

"You alright… Bones?" Jane asked.

McCoy shook his head, before glaring at her.

"Bones?"

"Well there all you've got left," Jane pointed out with a cheeky grin. "Plus, you're a doctor, so you're a sawbones."

)o(

Hey! I hope you enjoyed the start of this story. I'm using the original script for the 2009 movie and this an AU story, so things are going to be slightly different to the movie. Until next time,

Blessed be,

TreeOfLife1997.