Jim spotted Spock sitting in a booth at the café they often all frequented. It was about two blocks away from Starfleet Academy, so close to get there, but often not swarming with other cadets. But he was not alone. Standing next to the booth was Finnegan with his usual shit-eating grin. And though Jim had tried to wipe that same annoying grin off his face earlier that day, it was still there. Jim stayed away because the last person he wanted to deal with in that moment was his nemesis. So he hid himself by the hostess stand, ignoring the amused looks of the hostess, Christine Chapel. He could still see them, mostly. “Why don’t you just go down there and interrupt them?” Jim glanced at her. “Because I’d just want to finish what I started.” “Kicking the shit out of him?’ “Something like that. And I’d end up kicked out of the Academy. Wouldn’t that just prove everyone right?” Christine frowned. “Who’s everyone?” “Frank,” he muttered. “That’s hardly everyone, Jim.” “Well.” He shrugged. Turned his attention fully to her. “What are you doing here anyway? You’re a nurse.” “Picking up extra hours at an easy job. I’m looking to get an apartment off campus.” “Smart. I want one of those too. Spock has one.” “I’ve heard. Lucky.” Jim snorted. “It’s luck all right, in the form of fatherly connections. Something neither of us have.” “Hmm. Finnegan’s leaving.” “Good. Hope he trips on the way out.” Christine laughed. “Hate the guy that much huh?” “You have no idea.” “I have a pretty good idea. And I think it relates to Spock.” He gave her a dismissive look and went down the aisle to the booth where Spock sat with a pot of tea and some vegetable tart thing. Jim slid in across from him. ‘Hey, Spock.” “There you are. I did see you over speaking with Christine.” “Oh.” So much for being incognito. “Was trying to avoid the asshole.” “You are a harsh judge of Finnegan.” “You might as well say it’s sunny outside, because yep, that’s a fact. He’s been a pain in the ass to me since day one when he tripped me in the aisle of our first class together.” Jim grimaced. “The bigger question is why a guy like you, as brilliant as you are, would give that guy the time of day.” Spock inclined his head. “I will agree that he can be…” “The biggest douche bag.” “I was going to say tedious,” Spock replied with some amusement. “But he has his positive side as well.” Jim stared at Spock incredulous. He shook his head and then smiled as a waitress appeared. “Coffee lots of it. And the biggest cheeseburger you have. With fries.” “Is this as a result of your bad day?” Spock asked, when she had moved away from their booth. “Yeah. I mean, none of it was my finest moment. But that first few hours of that assignment was just a disaster. I’m pretty sure if we are ever on a real landing party together one of us will die. Probably me because Finnegan will think everything’s a great big joke and shove me in front of a giant Jim eating monster or something.” Spock arched a brow. “I swear. Imagine being partnered with a guy who yucks it up all the time.” “Yucks it up?” “Yeah. Yuck-Yuck-Yuck. That’s what his laugh sounds like. The assignment is on this hostile planetary simulation. We’re to take turns being in charge of the landing party and there’s this holodeck thing that throws stuff at us. Like you know old-time army games or something. Only me and him are real, the others are holograms for the assignment, but you’re still supposed to make sure everyone survives the ordeal, including the fake people. Finnegan doesn’t take any of it seriously. When someone is captured or killed, he just laughs and says, ‘It’s all fake anyway” and I finally just had enough of his stupid attitude and decked him. While we were fighting, the rest of the crew of the landing party was decimated and Lucas threatened to fail us both.” Jim sighed. He smiled as the waitress returned with his coffee. “Thanks.” “It does sound like a difficult situation.” “I’m pretty sure you would have taken Finnegan out yourself. Anyway, Lucas said we could take it again tomorrow. I asked that I be given a new partner.” Jim waved his hand. “You know the rest. And seeing Pike…well, I can imagine what he thinks of me now.” “He still greatly admires you.” Jim laughed. “Uh-huh.” “He does,” Spock assured him. “He does think you used poor judgement in Lucas’ exercise, though. But he is correct when stating that it is a requirement of all Starfleet officers to get along with their peers.” “Yeah.” “As a future captain, there will be members of your own crew that might not be your favorite people, but you must learn to accept and deal with them.” “I know, Spock. But that asshole’s never going to be on my crew.” “I bow to your good judgment. What are your plans for this evening?” Jim smiled. “Got a date with a hot babe. Or a couple of them.” “I see.” “You remember that Caitian lovely we met a few months back? She contacted me and I guess she has a sister.” “Indeed. How…nice for you.” “What about you, Spock? What are your plans?” Spock sipped his tea serenely just as Jim’s cheeseburger arrived. “I guess you’re probably studying or something, right?” “Not tonight. I, too, have a date.” Jim had just taken a big bite, so he chewed and swallowed. “You…do?” “Yes with Finnegan.” Jim was dumbfounded and his chest hurt too. He rubbed it. Must be the cheeseburger giving him indigestion. “Finnegan?” “Indeed, Sean. We are going to see a movie. Just before you came he asked and I accepted.” “Finnegan?” “Yes, Jim. While I am aware you are not fond of him, he does have his charms.” “He does? Mind telling me what those are?” “Jim,” Spock said reproachfully. “I hope your enjoy your date.” “Yeah,” Jim said mulishly. “You too.”
I have no clue if I have mentioned this or not but a while back one of my old fillings basically crumbled and came out over several months. I haven’t been to the dentist for 20 plus years. Or I hadn’t been until today, but we will get to that shorty.
Back in my youth I had a bad experience with dentists (several bad) and so I stopped going completely. I planned never to go as I had developed a dental phobia.
When my filling began coming out, I ignored it still. Until my recent trip over Labor Day weekend when was sipping a lovely ice cold cocktail and I nearly died from the pain (warning for exaggeration). That whole weekend I had to avoid that huge hole. Here’s a picture of it courtesy of the X-Ray taken this morning.
That hole there is it.
Anyway, no surprise but I need a root canal. Ugh. But the dental office I am assigned to through my insurance doesn’t have the endo dude so I have to call Monday for an appointment so I can get that done. Ugh.
Plus I need two or three other crowns and blah blah blah. My portion of all the other stuff (not the root canal) is $3000. If I decide to have everything that is. Right now I am concentrating on getting the root canal done as that’s what is causing me pain.
So yeah, there you have my poor poor story.
The moral? I should have gone to the damn dentist LOL
Spock froze from his position under the desk in the corner of the study room.
Only an hour ago, he had come across Cadet Kirk in this very room.
“Hi.” Kirk had given him a sunny, though clearly confused smile. “Uh. I booked this room to study here for two hours.”
“I am afraid there must be some mistake,” Spock replied. “I reserved this space for a small group of science students.”
“Shoot.” Kirk had taken out his PADD and swiped his thumb across the screen with startling speed. “That’s so strange because it does say I booked it. Today.”
Spock opened his mouth to say he supposed it was possible to have his group meet elsewhere when Kirk gave him that sunny smile again.
“You know what? Forget it. I don’t really need it. I can go study in my dorm. I’ll just put my earphones on and ignore my roommate.”
“If you are certain…”
“Sure, no worries. See you later, Spock.”
During that last hour, disaster had struck at the Academy. Word had come through that there was an active maniac, as Pike had called him, roaming the campus firing his phaser and calling for Spock.
He knew the maniac. It was a student named Marius whom Spock had failed. Spock had always suspected Marius was unstable and now he knew that to be the case.
Spock hadn’t had time to evacuate so he had hunkered down here. With the door closed and locked. But somehow…
“Cadet Kirk! What are you doing? You were advised to evacuate.”
“I came for you.”
Kirk crouched down next to Spock, phaser raised protectively, as he placed himself directly in front of Spock under the desk.
“Shh. We’re supposed to be quiet, Spock. We don’t want to alert him to where we are.”
Spock almost pointed out that Kirk had been the one shouting his name upon entering, but he closed his mouth. He was still startled speechless anyway that Kirk had placed himself directly in firing range should Marius make his way into the room.
Spock didn’t know how long they stayed that way. Hours, he thought. Though he was certainly rattled because his brain would not compute the time. His heart thumped in his side, not just from fear, though there was an element of that, but from the nearness of Spock’s crush.
Up until the moment Kirk had come flying in to protect him, Spock had not guessed that his feelings were in any way returned. Now he knew better.
Spock’s communicator chirped into the sudden silence and to their credit, neither one of them jumped. He saw it was Captain Pike.
“All clear, Spock. Marius has been apprehended.”
“That is good to hear, Captain.”
“Where are you?”
“Study Room 23. I advised my students who were to meet me here to evacuate instead.” Spock glanced at Kirk. “Cadet Kirk is with me.”
“Jim? What’s he doing there?”
Kirk smiled at Spock. Spock stared at him.
“We have a date, Captain.”
“A date? You and Kirk?”
Spock leaned in close to capture Kirk’s lips with his, just as Kirk moved closer to him. He closed his eyes as Kirk’s warm lips slanted over his.
Kirk shook his head, took the communicator from Spock and said, “Spock’s safe and sound, sir. Kirk out.” He closed it. Moved closer to Spock until he was almost in his lap, even squished as they were under the desk. “Where were we?” Spock put his hand on the back of Jim’s neck as he drew him back into a kiss. “Right here.”
This is actually taking several suggestions given to me and making it one fic.
This is going to start today and finish Monday and Wednesday of next week. This one is from Pike’s POV. The other two are from Spock and Kirk.
This is AOS but I used Finnegan’s picture from TOS
“There are two cadets waiting to see you, Captain.”
Christopher Pike looked up from the reports he had been surveying into the steady, calm gaze of Ensign Marks.
“Oh? Did they have an appointment, Helen?”
“No, sir. But they do insist it’s important.”
“Who are these Cadets?” he asked with no little suspicion. She was starting to look far too amused.
“Cadet Kirk and Cadet Finnegan.”
He glanced over at Spock, who was assisting him with the reports, and sat in an oversized chair in front of his desk.
“Give us five minutes, Helen, and then bring them in.”
When she had departed, he turned back to Spock.
Spock arched a brow. “I know nothing, sir.”
“Nothing? Jim didn’t inform you he was intending to come here this afternoon?”
“He did not. Cadets Kirk and Finnegan have been assigned to work together on an away mission simulation by Professor Lucas. I believe today was their first day.”
Pike frowned. “Lucas? Should I send for him?”
He gave Spock a look before Ensign Marks returned with the two cadets in tow.
Both looked worse for wear. Spock was studying Jim’s appearance, but honestly Pike thought Finnegan looked worse.
Jim had a cut lip that was covered in dried blood and another cut on his forehead up over his right eye. Finnegan’s left eye was black and blue, there was a large ugly red bruise on his jaw, and a sling on his arm.
“What can we do for you…gentlemen?”
Jim’s gaze strayed briefly to Spock, then back to Pike’s. “We’d like to be let out of this assignment.”
Pike leaned back in his chair. “Why?”
It was Finnegan who snarled, “Because Kirk’s an insufferable immature, arrogant jerk.”
“I am? You’re the one who—
“Cadet.” Spock spoke softly but curtly and Jim closed his mouth immediately though Pike could tell he wasn’t at all happy about it.
Pike made sure they saw his displeasure. “Why come to me with this petty business? Why not go to Professor Lucas?”
“Lucas refused to excuse us from the assignment, sir. Or give us new partners. He suggested if we had a problem with that we seek out you.” Jim paused. “Sir.”
“And I suggest you get out of my office and stop bothering me. You’re going to find out, Cadets, there are many throughout your Starfleet careers that you will intensely dislike. It is your job, a requirement in fact, that you learn to deal with it and work together for the greater good. This, I am sure, is why Lucas refused your request. Out of my office.”
Kirk through one last nasty glance at Finnegan, who winked in the direction of Spock, and then turned on his heel and left. But not without shoving Finnegan as they went through the door.
Pike sighed. “Jim’s a friend of yours.”
“Indeed.” Spock paused. “They…both are.”
This did surprise Pike. “Finnegan?”
“He has his…charms.”
“I’ll take your word for it. I strongly suggest you advise your friends it is in their best interests to complete their assignment.”
Jim watched his two friends, Spock and Uhura, as they interacted during lunch. They were all seated at a table in Starfleet Academy’s cafeteria. He didn’t miss the warmth in the Vulcan’s dark eyes as he sparred verbally with Uhura, the communications expert. He also didn’t fail to notice her bright smile and frequent laugh.
He sighed inwardly as he stabbed absently at the lettuce in his salad. He’d wanted a burger and fries, but had bowed to the wisdom of his friend, Leonard “Bones” McCoy, a doctor, who had already departed their table for a class. Now he was sorry he had listened to Bones, because damn he wanted to stuff his face with that burger. He knew all about the problems with emotional eating. But that was what he was feeling now.
Unrequited love sucked. And he had it big time for the Vulcan sitting across from him. The problem was that Uhura wanted Spock too and from all appearances Spock very much reciprocated her interest.
“Are you quite well, Jim?”
It took Jim a moment to realize he was being addressed. He’d felt ignored throughout the lunch.
He looked up into those beloved dark eyes and forced a smile. “Sure. Just thinking about a test.”
Spock nodded. “It would be wise to prepare for it. And now I must excuse myself to attend class.” He rose.
Jim was preparing to depart himself when Uhura put her hand on his arm.
“If you don’t mind, Jim, I’d like to talk to you for a minute.”
“Okay, yeah, I’ve got time.”
And he did too. He had only one more class that afternoon and it was not for two more hours.
They both watched Spock depart before she turned to Jim.
“I want some advice.”
Jim blinked but then grinned. “You need help with a class?”
She snorted and flipped her ponytail. “Get real. I certainly don’t need your help with that.”
He raised both eyebrows. “What then?”
She sighed and leaned her chin on her hand. “There’s this guy I’m super into and I’m not sure he’s into me.”
Jim thought about the last hour or so of lunch. “Oh, I bet he is.”
“I don’t know. I’ve been trying to get him to ask me out but so far nothing I’ve done has worked.”
Jim nodded. He loved Spock. Probably always would. But if Spock wanted to be with Uhura, Jim was okay with that. Spock deserved whatever he wanted.
“Have you tried asking him out yourself?”
“No,” she admitted. “I kept hoping he’d get the hints.”
Jim smiled. “I don’t think he always gets subtlety. Sometimes you have to be straightforward with him. I think if you tell him how interested you are and want to go out, he’ll agree immediately.”
“Yeah? You think so? He’s really into me too, you think?”
Jim ignored the crack in his heart as he said, “Oh yeah. Trust me.”
Uhura smiled. “Thanks, Jim. I’ll keep you posted. I gotta go.”
It wasn’t until the next morning that Jim saw Uhura again as they passed each other on the path between buildings.
She gave him a big smile. “You were right! He agreed right away. And he told me he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about me. A part of him thought I was out of his league which was why he hadn’t asked me out.”
“That’s great. I’m happy for you.”
“We’re going out tonight. Thanks, Jim!”
And off she went.
Jim’s heart broke more, but he never really expected someone like Spock would be interested in him. Gorgeous, brilliant, could have anyone he wanted in the universe. Why would he want a farm boy from Iowa?
After all his classes were over, Jim decided to go for a walk. He wasn’t really keen on returning to his lonely dorm room. Bones had a date. Uhura and Spock had a date. Seemed like everyone but Jim did. So much for his reputation as a slut, Jim mused.
But as he walked through the common areas, Jim was somewhat surprised to see Spock coming toward him. He had believed that the Vulcan would be getting ready for his date with Uhura.
Spock slowed as he neared Jim. “Hello Jim.”
“Hi Spock. I didn’t expect to see you out and about. Unless you’re on your way?”
Spock frowned slightly as he stood before Jim. “On my way?”
“I had not thought that far ahead yet, but if you would care to join me—”
“Join you? What about Uhura?”
“Nyota? I do not understand.”
Then almost as though she had been conjured up, across the campus, Jim spotted Uhura, arm in arm with Cadet Mark Owens, a sometimes member of their cafeteria group. Jim hadn’t a clue that Uhura had been…well anything with him. No wonder Owens had been confused and hadn’t known the so-called communications expert was into him.
Jim turned back to smile at Spock, his heart suddenly a thousand times lighter. “I thought you and Uhura had a date.”
“Me and Nyota?” Spock shook his head. “She is interested in Cadet Owens.”
“Yeah, I, uh, I’ve come to realize that.”
“My interest lies elsewhere also.”
Jim deflated slightly. “Oh yeah? Who?”
And honestly, he was sorry he asked. He didn’t really want to know who Spock had the hots for.
Spock inclined his head. “As to that I am still waiting for a response to my inquiry.”
“Would you care to join me for dinner, Jim?” Spock asked, rather pointedly this time.
“Oh. Sure. Yeah, I’d like that. But who—” Jim stopped, stared at Spock who had arched a brow. “Is it me?” His voice had not squeaked, really.
“Who else?” was Spock’s simple answer. “I have thought I was quite obvious in my interest.”
Jim’s smile widened further and his eyes lit up like the sun. “Maybe we should skip dinner.”
“You are not hungry?”
Jim shrugged. “Well.:
“Come, then. We will pick something up and take it back to my apartment. You can leave early in the morning to make it to your morning class.”
You can perhaps view this as the beginning for one of the other prior flashes from earlier this month…
Spock woke staring at the ceiling. He had been lying in his back, which was not his usual position for sleeping. He immediately realized why. He was holding onto a Human male who was using Spock’s chest as his pillow.
It had been unlike Spock to go to a drinking establishment at all let alone to “pick up” an individual. A stranger. A stranger no more, obviously.
It was definitely unlike him but then this Human was unlike anyone Spock had ever known.
As Spock stared down at the male resting against him, the man’s eyes, brilliant blue, slowly opened and stared up at Spock.
“Hi.” His voice was rough and tired sounding. But he smiled.
“Good morning, Spock.”
“Would you like breakfast?”
Jim’s smile widened. “Got any coffee? I’d kill for some.”
“No need to commit murder, I can get you coffee.”
Jim laughed. “Good.” He yawned. “But let’s not move quite yet. Unless you have somewhere to be?”
“I do not. It being Saturday, I have no Academy business.”
“Me either. Good. Then,” and here Jim took Spock’s hand, “stay here a while longer then?”
Spock tightened his hold on Jim by way of answer and Jim sighed, contentedly and closed his eyes. Spock did the same.
Well, all right, he always looked serious. But this was more serious than usual. Er, Jim supposed.
“May I come in?”
It was on the tip of his tongue to say ‘go take a flying leap’ but of course what he actually did was stand back to let Spock inside.
He wore his all black professor’s uniform and it should not look as hot as it did. As he did. Obviously.
Jim had just take a shower and when the doorbell rang, he’d only bothered to pull on a pair of shorts he’d had since he was just out of high school. They weren’t in the best shape. He’d slung a towel around his neck and his hair still dripped down on to it.
“I have come to…” Spock stopped, seeming at a loss for words.
Jim didn’t bother to prompt him.
“I am aware that I am arrogant, coldly unfeeling, and-and bitchy as you said.”
Spock had struggled with that last part. Jim nearly smiled, but this was no laughing matter, after all.
“But…if there is anyone in this universe that I am not coldly unfeeling toward it is you.” Spock paused. “I am not certain I can control the arrogant part. It is difficult to change what I have always been.”
Jim did allow the tiniest bit of the corners of him mouth to upturn. “Admittedly you have reason to be arrogant.”
“Yes.” Spock looked startled. “I mean, no. I do not. As for b-bitchy, well—”
“Spock, I think, somewhere in there is an apology. Right?”
Spock straightened. “Yes, exactly.”
“And I’m guessing this is your way of saying you don’t want things to end between us.”
“Definitely not.” Spock took a step forward. “I feel a level affection for you unmatched to anyone else.”
Jim did smile then. “That’s about as close to a declaration of love as I’m going to get from you, I’m guessing.”
Jim laughed and pulled Spock close. “You’ve convinced me. I accept your unique apology.”