Author's Warning: I have ripped the characters we know and love from the Abram-verse and brought them to the Ki-verse. If you don't like that type of thing, quit reading NOW. I will not be offended. This story is more present day, maybe even with a hint of late nineties. It's closer to my true writing style.
I took the title from a movie that was originally released in the eighties. I borrowed a bit of the story line from the same movie, but I'm going to let my imagination run with it. The gang's all here. Spock is still his wonderfully intelligent sexy self, but he's human; so just picture Zachary Quinto without the bowl cut and eyebrows. He's not really prominent in the first chapter, featured, but not extremely important, yet. Gaila's here too without the green, so think Scarlett from the new G. I. Joe. I hope you enjoy, I may be crying for help after a few chapters…
Disclaimer: The rants and newly created situations are mine. The people and the original premise, not so much.
About Last Night…
Chapter 1 – Baby I'm a Star
Nyota woke with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.
She shifted in the bed noticing that the mattress did not conform to fit the curves of her body. There was a stray spring poking in the back of her leg. Nyota was convinced that the thread count of the sheets were below one hundred, which would mean she definitely wasn't in her bed. Closing her eyes tightly, Nyota refused to move or accept the fact that she had gone home with a stranger after last night's binge.
"Damn." She muttered allowing the weight of the situation to settle into her conscious. "Deep breaths, you're a big girl."
What would any self respecting woman do in a situation like this one?
Grab her clothes.
Run like the wind.
Deny that this night ever occurred all the way to the grave.
"What are you stammering about over there?"
The voice was gruff…
Laced with irritation…
His breath held the scent of stale whiskey.
Plus there was a familiarity in it that Nyota could not deny.
"Bones?"
"No it's the fucking Easter bunny?"
He shifted unsteadily in the bed and Nyota realized another spring was now pinching her in the lower back. Jim could not have slept in this bed, it was too damn uncomfortable.
"How in the hell did we end up in Jim's disease ridden bed." Leonard looked as if he was going to hurl from the thought alone. "There's probably a film of microscopic bacteria on the outer layers of our skin just waiting to eat us alive."
Yes, she had spread her legs for the doctor of the doom, the man who never saw a cloud with a silver lining, just the threat of a massive tornado that would leave a trail of damage and destruction.
"How did we…" Before Nyota could finish her sentence, the previous night's events roared back into her mind like a flood. Leonard watched impatiently as she recalled the night.
Earlier…
Nyota and Gaila's heels clicked in a syncopated rhythm as they walked along the sidewalk until they reached the door of the bar owned by Gaila's latest conquest, Jim.
Gaila!!!!!!!!!!
The regulars shouted her name as the two women made their way through the door. She'd always been the popular one, head cheerleader, prom queen, and the girl who gave it up a little easier than her nerdy best friend. For every guy who thought she was an easy lay, Gaila proved she was much more. They were often ready to propose marriage when her fascination would end. This little thing with Jim was the longest 'relationship' Gaila had found herself in since the first year of law school. The two would reach the six month mark in a week. Nyota shook her head as she watched her best friend lean across the bar to place a soft kiss on Jim's forehead.
"The nunnery let you out tonight." Jim winked sliding an empty martini glass in front of Nyota.
"Dirty martini without the commentary farm boy, please." Sighing Nyota settle onto the stool.
Nyota friendship with Jim held its share of strain. They all had attended undergrad together, Jim had harassed Nyota for a date from their freshman to junior years until she started to cohabitate with one of the graduate assistants; the same graduate assistant that had somehow ended up with his face between Jim's cousin's legs the night of Nyota's graduation celebration. All hostility towards his family aside, Nyota really didn't have anything against the kid. He was a military brat that had transplanted to the South. Made Jim Kirk a household name on the college football team, finished undergrad, enrolled in law school, and bought this bar of an old war buddy of his dad's in an effort to make a little money to keep him up while in school. Pikes was still lit in disarming blue neon in the window. He lived in the apartment above the bar and yeah, Jim worshipped the ground that the goddess Gaila walked on.
"Spock was in earlier." Jim said topping Nyota's drink off with extra olives.
"I still don't like her, I don't care what you say Jim. The bitch can't be trusted." Gaila had such a filthy mouth. "Who sleeps with a man knowing he's involved with somebody else, and she claimed to be Ny's friend; again, what a bitch."
"Look, no more talking about the dick and the tramp." Nyota polished off her drink and Jim was already shaking the next. "I'm over it." They rolled their eyes with perfect precision. "Fuck you both."
Jim's best friend Leonard 'Bones' McCoy literally fell into the bar after opening the door.
Bones!!!!!!!!!!
The crowd roared. Jim placed an empty glass and full bottle of whiskey on the bar in anticipation of his friend's request.
"It feels like Satan's play room in here turn down the damn heat jerk off."
"You say the sweetest things." Jim threw on his best southern belle impression, complete with batting lashes.
Leonard poured his first drink, looked in the direction of Gaila and Nyota and blew out an extended breath. "Ladies."
"How much time did you put in today?" Gaila inquired while sliding across the bar to join Jim.
"Long enough to see twins born, an old ass man die, and to stitch up two idiots who thought a game of Russian roulette would be fun, dumbasses."
Leonard had finished a few years ahead with said graduate assistant mentioned earlier and was in his first year of residency at the University hospital. He was also the only friend Jim claimed on a regular basis. It was hard for people to understand because the man's demeanor left a lot to the imagination, but on occasion you'd get a glimpse of happy Leonard, the deep dimples that graced his face when he smiled, the red would rise to the fat of his cheeks, and it was just enough to make a woman forget that the man had the bedside manner of Hitler.
"You're such a ray of sunshine." Nyota mumbled sarcastically.
"Why don't you blow the dust off your vibrator instead of your history books, the low hum might do you good." Leonard poured his second drink in spite of Nyota's furious gaze. She didn't have a comeback. He was the master at getting people to shut the fuck up.
Jim finished prepping her third drink and she slinked away from the bar.
"That was kind of low even for you, Bones." Gaila reprimanded.
"Ah hell, I'm a doctor not a friend. I suck at the friend thing, ask Jim."
"Actually Bones you're a decent friend, but you have a terrible way with women, especially that one." Jim nodded in the direction of Nyota who was busy filling the jukebox with quarters.
"She makes me itch."
Gaila's face brightened, "You like Nyota?"
"Yeah, this one should join Mensa immediately Jim."
"Go get laid and stop being so mean old man." Gaila said lacing her arms around Jim's waist. "Why don't you ask her out?"
"What does she want with a broke doctor, with more student loans than balls, just lost his apartment, has to pay child support and alimony."
Leonard snatched the bottle and walked away from the bar. He made his way cautiously to the jukebox, "I like that one."
"Fuck you Leonard McCoy." Nyota spat.
He recognized the Leonard McCoy, but the first part of the phrase took a few moments to register. Even part of an angry tirade, his name sounded sweet on her lips.
"Did you just curse me in Farsi?"
She had to laugh; only another scholar would pick up on a native language rarely used by someone other than a natural born Arab. "I hate you."
"No you don't. I told you we graduated together, but I'm not him." Leonard slid a little closer to Nyota and flashed his trademark grin.
Nyota despised that smile. The one she was sure he gave when he delivered bad news to a patient or family member.
This is going to hurt.
Your husband just passed.
It was filled with comfort and reassurance, and damn it, he was successful every time it was employed.
"I think you need a little G7." Leonard said pushing the button on the jukebox. Prince's 'Baby I'm Star,' poured from the relic in front of them. The doctor did his best John Travolta impression and within seconds Nyota was laughing again. Twirling her around the floor, the giggles were bubbling over. He paused, "You're beautiful when you smile, even if you are a nerd." She punched him in the shoulder and Leonard fell to the floor.
The two continued to play as Jim and Gaila looked on like approving parents.
"Hookup in the making," Jim's favorite lady whispered in his ear.
The night was going well until the bell of the door jingled and Jim's cousin Christine entered dragging Spock, the graduate assistant, behind her. If looks could kill a double homicide would have been committed based on the one thrown in their direction by Nyota. She grabbed her coat and shoulder bag before rushing out the door. Leonard was fast on her heels.
"Nyota, slow down." He pleaded. "Shit, my pacemaker's going to give out."
Nyota stopped and turned to face him. "Quit trying to be so damn charming. I don't need to be rescued. If anything, I need to be fucked until I forget that asshole inside the bar." She was pacing.
"That can be arranged." A lock of his dark hair fell down over one eye.
The words were originally swimming in his head and Leonard never meant for them to leave his mouth. Nyota stopped moving and a mischievous grin graced her face.
"Your place or mine?"
"I'm kind of staying with Jim at the moment."
"Convenient." Nyota said wiggling her eyebrows.
From there it was a flash of frenzied images. The two had hurried up the fire escape into Jim's apartment.
Shedding coats…
Boots…
Clothes…
Underwear…
His lips were everywhere; her neck, nipples, and navel. Leonard had a thing for body parts beginning with the letter 'n'.
Normally Nyota hated the taste of whiskey, but right now it was an aphrodisiac.
Leonard's fingers found their way between her thighs, stroking, testing, and getting her ready for him. Her own hands fumbled with the silver wrapper, before she dropped to her knees, sliding it on his body with the aid of her mouth.
"That was the sexiest thing I ever seen." His drawl was thick, maybe from the alcohol, possibly the arousal.
It took Leonard a mere two seconds to snatch Nyota from the floor, wrap her legs around his waist, and join them as one.
"Shit." Nyota mumbled into his shoulder. She griped one of his arms for support, while twisting the other hand in his long hair. Leonard turned and pushed her against the wall, forcefully. It squeaked each time he thrust deeper into Nyota.
"Harder."
"Deeper."
"Right there."
Her words were coming out in breathy moans.
"Shut the fuck up, I know what I'm doing." Leonard said through clenched teeth.
When Nyota, threw her head back and screamed his name, Leonard took that as a confirmation.
Back to the morning sunrise…
"Wow." Was the only word Nyota had repeated for the past fifteen minutes.
"About last night…"
She held her hand up, motioning for Leonard to stop speaking.
"I need a minute."
Nyota wrapped the sheet around her body and headed for the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her.
Leonard smothered his face with the pillow and screamed, "Fuck."