Captain James Tiberius Kirk walked into the Starfleet Living Center, where all the officers lived if they didn't have a home of their own, heading toward the stairs but was stopped by the receptionist.
"Sir, you have a visitor up in your room waiting for you."
"Thanks, Jeanette," he smiled, hurrying up the stairs.
Jim pushed open the door and stopped in his tracks.
An attractive woman rose to greet him. Shoulder length, wavy white-blonde hair. A curvy, slim body. With her blue-green eyes she could have been a model, but Jim wasn't fooled. He knew exactly who she was.
Winona smiled. A warm smile, that when he was younger was only given to Sam.
She reached for him, but he stepped back.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded.
Winona smiled again, but Jim wasn't fooled yet another time.
"I wanted to see you. What, I can't see my son?"
She paused, then continued.
"I'm so proud of you. I always knew you would be like your father. Tall, handsome, famous..."
Winona blinked at Jim in mild surprise. "No?"
Anger that he had forced down for years came back up.
"You never knew that. You never helped me. You tore me down, and said I was a useless brat that would never amount to anything."
Jim took a step toward her, his lean, muscled body tense with anger and his slightly controlled temper flaring.
"You tore me down. You never loved me. You hated me. You loved Sam, but not me. Oh, no, Jim is a useless piece of dirt who doesn't know a thing. You didn't give a dang about me!"
Jim was screaming now, and Winona reached for him.
"Don't touch me!"
"No! You hated me! I did everything! I got perfect grades, I never played, I did all my chores. And what did I get? An abusive stepfather, a hateful mother, and a trip to Tarsus IV on which I lived before and during the massacre!"
Winona gasped, her face registering shock.
"Frank, abusive? The Tarsus IV massacre? Jim, you..."
Jim took a breath, finally losing it.
"You never cared! I was just a piece of dirt to you! You hated me! You DESPISED me! But I rose above it. I survived you. I survived Frank. I survived Tarsus IV. And now I'm a Starfleet captain, and what do you do? You think, 'oh, James is famous now, time for me to step in and be his mom'. Well, no! I HATE you!" Jim raged, smashing things on the ground.
Winona took a step back.
"No! Get out!"
He shoved her out and slammed the door. Then, when she was gone and his anger had ebbed away to hurt, he dropped to his knees and cried. Cried for the life he never had. Cried for all the people on Tarsus IV who had died. He just cried.