I'll be Good

by Commander Fiction

(His breath hitches and his heart pounds in his ears. Then he hears movement above him. It's Bones, peeking down at him, but Jim clamps his eyes shut. "You okay?" Bones asks, his drawling southern accent thick like honeydew from sleep.) The story of Jim&Bones. Whump. Lots of Angst. Academy Era. All 3 years-if I can do it. Platonicness at maximum. Jaymes Young 'I'll Be Good'

1. Chapter 1

I'll be Good

Chapter 1

The constant throb in his skull doesn't go away that night, nor does it the next morning when his alarm goes off at eight-thirty. The noise is like nuke sirens in his ears as he struggles to become coherent. As the blond pushes against the mattress of his bed, the covers slip from his body, revealing the fact that he's still fully dressed. Actually, he's still wearing the clothes that the one bastard puked on.

With a groan he slams a clumsy hand over the alarm clock, knocking it from the side table, not stopping the incessant noise. He growls this time as he gets up and presses the off button on the damn clock.

Then, as quickly as he had gotten up, he collapses back down, not finding the energy within himself to get up for the day. But, he can't stay here forever; Captain Pike would have his ass on a silver platter if he didn't get up. Plus, that'd mean he failed on Pike's dare; to do better than his father. Childish the reason may be, but it got him here didn't it?

Today is signups. Not very exciting, but that's alright, it'll give him a day to get used to his new surroundings. This certainly isn't Riverside, Iowa anymore.

Captain Pike himself, instead of a counselor, will be arranging his classes. Though that slightly unnerves the blond. He doesn't need to be treated any different than the other kids, that just means more attention and more enemies for him, because no one on this earth wants to be Jim Kirk's friend, especially when he has the tendency to leave a trail of chaos wherever he goes.

Jim sighs and finally gets up, changing into the crimson red uniform that the school provides them with and quickly washing his face, for it still has bloodstains drizzling from his nostrils.

With new energy, the boisterous blond strolls rather casually from his temporary quarters and heads out the building. The dorm he's staying in is for transfers, people who've just arrived and have not gotten their classes scheduled and a roommate assigned.

As the blond walks out, he's grateful for the gentle summer breeze and he enjoys the scenic views, for the campus itself is rather old fashioned. Some buildings even use the classic style of brick and modern glass windows, which he's rather appreciative of; the theme adds character to the place.

The cement path leads him only deeper into the campus; he's welcomed by long shadows cast by the tall trees and lush bushes. Jim comes to stop right outside the counselor building; in there Pike said he'd meet him.

Slapping on an arrogant grin, Jim walks inside, though much to his disappointment, there's not very many people there, and definitely no hot girls to hit on. Jim fixes his frown and walks up to the desk, winking rather casually to brunette headed girl, though he'd rank her a four.

"What's the name?" The uniformed man asks, pulling up a transfer list on his computer.

The blond blushes slightly and casts his gaze down, one hand going up to itch behind his neck, "Uhh, it's James Kirk."

But, to his relief, the man doesn't make a comment on the name, either he doesn't care, or he doesn't know, either way the blond is just glad.

"Alright, Captain Pike will be ready for you in a bit. But here, let me get your picture."

"Oh okay." Jim replies and watches as the man steps out from behind the desk, "Okay, stand here for me." The man instructs and the blond obliges and gives a lopsided grin as his picture is taken rather quickly, "Alright, go ahead and sit down Cadet, Captain Pike will be ready shortly."

Jim nods his thanks and as he turns to go sit down, a certain bastard notices the glint of his golden hair and recognizes him from across the room, "Kirk?"

The blond noticeably jumps and swivels around to face the man who said his name, but he's not surprised when he sees it's that bones guy. Something about a wife taking the whole planet in the divorce. Yeah, that guy.

"Bones right?" Jim alleges as he takes a seat beside the southern man.

Though the brunette huffs and scowls at him, "The name's Leonard." Jim just smiles and laughs lightly, "Ahh, close enough."

"Hardly." McCoy grumbles and continues to smooth out his uniform, he as well wearing the red, "You owe me." Jim comments after a moment of silence.

McCoy gives him an incredulous look, "For what?"

The blond shakes his head disgustedly, "You threw up on me!"

Now it's the southern man's turn to laugh, "I warned you. Plus you drank down my whole damn flask you asshole."

"Oh hardly, it tasted like shit anyways." Jim retaliates, not meeting the man's eyes as they shoot daggers at his skull, "Ungrateful bastard." McCoy mutters under his breath, causing the blond to sigh dramatically, "Here, I'll make it up to you. I'll take us to a real bar where you can buy us the good stuff."

McCoy's eyes narrow at him and suddenly he feels exposed and slightly guilty for somehow agitating the southerner beside him, "Look kid, I don't know what game you're playing at, but there's no way in hell I'm buying you a drink."

"James Kirk, the Captain is ready to see you." The man at the counter calls.

Jim draws a breath and rises from his seat, "I'll see you later tonight Bones. You owe me that drink." The blond replies as he strolls down the hall.

"I'm not buying you a drink! And the name's Leonard!" McCoy shouts after him, but before the blond can make any other remarks; he's being lead away to the opposite side of the building.

Jim's led through maze of halls before coming to a stop outside of Pike's office, and he watches as the fogged glass slides back mechanically to reveal the Captain perched at his desk. The blond puts on his best smile and graciously walks in and takes a seat at the chair Pike gestures at him.

"I'll be honest; I'm surprised that you showed up on time." Pike admits, taking a moment to lean back into his chair and rock it slightly. Jim chuckles, "I thought the same thing."

The Captain only offers him a smile before continuing, "So, you said you wanted to do this in three years right?"

Jim nods.

"Good, because I packed your schedule."

The blond splutters, "You already made my schedule?"

Pike nods his head, placing his hands on the surface of the desk before him, "Well, I brought you here didn't I? Plus, there are a few gaps that need filling. Just hear what I have first and then we can tweak it."

"Alright."

Pike hums as he pulls out the files, taking a quick glance over them, "Okay, for first semester…on Mondays you have hand to hand combat at five am, Tuesday you have Starfleet History at eight, Wednesday I put you in Interspecies Ethics at eight and Prime Directive at eleven-and yes before you ask they're both required classes. On Thursday you'll have Exobiology at nine, and then on Fridays I signed you up for Xenolinguistics at two, thought you'd enjoy it. So, anything else you want to add?"

Jim sighs, tapping a finger to his chin as he thinks, "I want hand to hand combat training on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays." He decides firmly and Pike huffs, "You sure Jim? That's at five am?"

The blond smiles, "Yeah, I'm sure. And on Monday is there any classes open?"

Pike rolls his eyes, "Of course, there's plenty. What'd you thinking about?"

"I don't know, some science perhaps?" Jim suggests with a shrug and Pike nods, "Okay, they have Astrophysics at eight? That'll be after you hand to hand."

"That'll do, and on Tuesdays, do they have a class on engines or some type of engineering I can take?" Jim asks and the Captain pauses to take a quick look, "Yes, on Tuesdays they have Basic Warp Design at two. I heard the professor's mean though."

"Its fine, I'll take that class." He replies with a nod, "Oh you might like this. They have a Forensic Psychology class on Thursdays, interested?" Pike offers, gazing up from his screen and to the bright blue eyes looking back.

"Uhh, yeah, what time on Thursday?"

Pike makes a quick double check, "It's at eleven."

"Okay, I can do that."

"Alright, this is what I have for you now. Mondays, hand to hand and Astrophysics. Tuesdays, Starfleet History and Basic Warp Design. Wednesdays hand to hand, Interspecies Ethics, and Prime Directive. Thursdays Exobiology and Forensic Psychology. And Fridays hand to hand and Xenolinguistics. Then second semester on Wednesdays I'll switch Interspecies Ethics with Protocol and Prime Directive with the Extension Course, because they're all semester classes. Sound all good to you? And don't worry about not liking one of your classes, you can switch only within the first week, but you cannot switch out of required classes." Pike informs him, and the whole time he hums and nods his head in agreement.

"Okay, so we're done here?" Jim questions, almost ready to leave now, but Pike shakes his head, "No, now I have to assign you a roommate and give you one of these." The Captain responds and pulls out a Starfleet issued PADD from his desk, "Here, this will have your class schedule in place. And let me get your room number and ID card…"

Jim just waits patiently, tapping his foot against the ground; he never was good at holding still. "Ahh, here you go…" Pike begins as he hands the blond Cadet his ID card, "You're at the freshmen dorms, Roddenberry. South of here. You'll be in room 227a, that'll be on the second floor. Your roommate is Francis Donavan; he's about your age, only three years older." Captain Pike tells him, not staring up from his screen until he's finished.

"Alright, now you're free to go and don't forget to take the PADD and double check your schedule." Pike continues and watches as the blond grabs the PADD, nods his thanks and dashes out the door, showing himself out.

When Jim enters the waiting room, the bones guy isn't there, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed. He can almost feel a rock drop into his stomach; he doesn't know why he's thwarted, just something about the man makes his mood lighten. Maybe it's the man's southern charm, who knows?

The blond exits the building, PADD clutched tightly to his hip as he heads back to his original dorm; he has to grab his clothes before he goes to his new room. It only takes him a few minutes of walking and looking slightly confused to make it back to gather his clothes, his only belongings, and head back outside into the refreshing air.

It's a Sunday, Sunday the 19th, of August, so he's not surprised when he sees that not many people are out enjoying the summer air. Most students are taking leisure time before school starts. It starts tomorrow. Jim sighs and finds the freshmen dorms, labeled Roddenberry. He only surveys the old architecture briefly before allowing himself inside, taking to the elevator and pressing the button to the second floor.

"227a." He murmurs to himself as he searches for it, almost spinning around until he catches the number. It's to the left of the elevator; he'll have to remember that.

Pulling out his ID card, he takes a swipe at the scanner and the door complies with the command and chirps open. Satisfied, Jim enters and shuts the door behind himself, welcoming the vacant room. The air is stale and smells quite off. Empty the dorm room may be, but the full trashcan and discarded clothes over the couch says otherwise.

He huffs and scans the room. There's to two doors to the right, both being bedrooms, then there's a small living area with a TV and couch and a bathroom. That's it, unless one counts the giant window bathing in the rich sunlight.

Jim steps further into the room almost cautiously and pokes his head into the bedrooms, the one furthest from the door is occupied with more clothes and school supplies littered about the bed and desk. He just nods and goes into the other room, Francis Donovan must've beat him here.

Setting the clothes, PADD and ID card on the drawer, the blue eyes only have to take a quick glance around to realize how tight it is. One bed in the corner, opposite is a black desk and by the door is the drawer, the walls are white and the floor is a tan carpet. Jim merely smirks to himself and jumps into the bed, feeling the rough red sheets against his skin.

Only staying for a few minutes, the blond gets bored and skips into the living room. Jumping onto the couch with a smile, he switches the TV on and flips through the channels, but there's nothing worth watching. There's not even anything on the sports channel. With a growl he gets up and makes for the door not bothering to lock it behind himself, there's got to be something to do on a Sunday morning and boy is he wrong.

He walks around aimlessly for two hours, but he does have to admit the campus is nice. There are nature trails, gardens, ponds, benches, lush grasses and towering trees, it's quite relaxing actually. So in the end, his pointless walk isn't too pointless.

When he returns to his room, 227a, a certain someone is home.

"Who are you?" A tall brooding man implores, towering over the bond by a couple of inches with biceps bigger than his head. Jim swallows, "I'm Jim Kirk, so I'm guessing you're Francis then?"

Francis nods, fixating his brown eyes at his new roommate, "When'd you get assigned here?"

Jim hums lightly, "Just a couple of hours ago."

The man then nods and runs a hand through his black hair, "Well then, make yourself at home."

"Will do." Jim replies and scurries off and into his room, closing the door.

He stretches a yawn and sprawls out across the bed. Despite the fact it's barely noon, Jim finds himself falling asleep, though in his defense, he has been nursing quite a headache.

When the blond awakens from his dreamless sleep, it's almost six in the afternoon, "Shit." He breathes and gets off his bed with a loud moan.

Jim strolls out casually and finds his roommate on the couch, munching on a slice of pizza. It's then that the blond notices his stomach rumbling in hunger. Almost nervously, Jim creeps over and makes room for himself on the couch beside Francis, taking a quick glance at the TV to see an old sitcom playing, one of which he doesn't recognize.

"Hey Francis." He greets gruffly, finding that his voice is barely audible after his six hour nap.

His roommate sighs and doesn't even offer him a glance, let alone a slice of pizza. Jim tries not to take it personally, only occasionally sending a look over at the pizza, smelling the aroma of baked cheese and spicy pepperoni. Dear lord his mouth his beginning to water.

"Plan on sharing?" Jim asks with a bit of a laugh, but Francis just growls, "Nope."

Damn, he isn't going to enjoy staying with this man is he?

"Okay, that's fine with me." The blond replies and gets off the couch and makes his way to the door with one thing on mind. Food.

Jim leaves the Roddenberry dorms behind and exits the campus entirely, which is located in the former city Fort Baker, California, right across the Golden Gate Bridge (which still stands) from San Francisco. Apart from the large Starfleet campus, housing eight-hundred students and nearly a hundred professors, is a decent sized city. The city, appropriately named Abrams Town, gains most of its revenue from the Starfleet trainees.

Now Jim is one of those trainees and he'd hate to say, but he's pretty sure he looks awful in this bright red uniform, which is now far too hot to walk around in without the aid of the trees sheltering him from the heat. But his determination to get food is too strong, so he continues forward until he comes to what seems to be a family owned burger place called Burger Connection.

The door dings as he pushes it open and allows the air-conditioned restaurant to cool him down.

A pretty blond lady, with a name tag which reads 'Katie' greets him from behind the desk, "Is there anything I can get you sir?"

Jim spins around on his heels to faces her, summoning up one of his charming smiles, "Uhh, do you guys sell cheeseburgers by any chance?"

The lady nods her head, "Did you read the title of the restaurant before you came in?" The blond sighs, "Apparently not. So is that a yes or a no?" He inquires, leaning against the counter with his forearms flat against the surface.

"One cheeseburger coming up. That'll be three dollars fifty-four cents." Katie tells him and he hands her his card, "That'll do." She mutters as she swipes it and makes the appropriate charge, "Okay your order number is two hundred and three." The lady continues, handing him back his card and giving him the printed receipt.

"Thank you." Jim replies, taking the items and seating himself on the cushioned bench off to the side of the room.

The sounds of sizzling food echoes from the kitchen, and the aroma is enough to make his stomach growl in hunger. Six hour nap be damned, he'll have to make sure he doesn't do that again, he isn't going to be skipping another meal if he's going to be this hungry.

Only a few minutes pass by when his number is called and rises from his seat and walks over to the counter, "Thanks." Jim tells her and takes the food, heading for the door.

Once outside, he embraces the warmth of the heated air, but it makes his clothes stick to his skin. Jim sighs, taking a bite of his burger and mentally reminding himself that he'll have to come back some day and get another one. His trip back is peaceful and no trouble comes his way, well, until he makes it back to his dorm room.

He reaches his door, remembering it's to the left of the elevator and sticks his hand into his pocket, looking for an ID card that appears to be vacant. Frowning, Jim searches through each spot the card could possibly be. Then it dawns on him, he left the damn card on his drawer.

"Ugh." He grumbles and begins to pound on the door, "Francis! Open up please." Jim calls out between bites of his cheeseburger.

There's commotion from inside until finally the door unlocks and swings ajar, only it's not Francis welcoming him.

"Uhh…" Jim trails off, desperately double checking the room number, it's correct.

"Hey Francis, is this the little blonde you were talking about?" The man with ragged brown hair inquires, glancing over his shoulder. Then Francis appears from behind, "Yeah, that's my roommate, Jim Kirk."

The newcomer huffs, "Like George Kirk?"

Jim noticeably gulps, "Yeah."

"Well, I'm Jake Finnegan." Finnegan smiles grimly and allows Jim to enter, "Looks like you guys have been partying." Jim comments, taking in the appearance of his dorm room, somehow it's gotten messier.

"Yeah, and I'm awfully hungry. Nice cheeseburger you got there Jimmy." Finnegan peers over him, taking a glance at the food in his hand, "It's pretty tasty." Jim replies with the nod of his head.

"C'mon Finnegan, leave him alone. I'm not cleaning up after you again." Francis complains and Jim takes a glance over at the dread written across his roommate's face, "Back off Finnegan." He growls when the stranger makes a grab for his food, "What's wrong with you?"

"He's drunk." Francis states plainly, crossing his arms as he sees the nearing fight about to happen.

"C'mon Jimmy, just one bite." Finnegan whines, and when Jim doesn't comply, he grabs the blond by his hair brings a knee to his gut.

Jim gags and feels the burger ripped from his clenched grasp, "Mmm, this is some good stuff." Finnegan announces, munching on the last of his burger, "Asshole." Jim mutters and takes a swing at Finnegan's head.

The moment his fist makes contact with the man's face, he tumbles over, obviously drunk, "If you guys are gonna fight, don't do it in here." Francis tells them.

Wiping the blood from his lip, Finnegan nods, "Alright, c'mon Jimmy, lets settle this outside."

Normally this is where Jim finishes him off, or merely sends him on his way, but the way Finnegan says his name with such disdain demoralizes him. His pride is too strong to back down, so he simply nods and follows Finnegan out, with Francis straggling behind them.

By the time they get outside, Finnegan has already eaten the rest of Jim's food and is now licking his fingers clean. Jim just moans and shakes his head, "Alright, let's get this over with."

The brunette chuckles, dropping his red jacket and Jim does the same. Both raise their fists to fight and Francis can only sit back and shake his head in disgust.

Finnegan is the first to make a move, lunging forward and throwing a fist at the pretty blond's head, but being drunk makes his movements sluggish and Jim easily sidesteps him and laughs. The blond then ducks when the enraged Finnegan tries to land another blow, but unfortunately Jim doesn't see the next one coming.

Jim has always been good on his feet and being able to coordinate both his hands and feet to work to his advantage has always been his specialty, but he's never good when pinned to the ground. And what makes it worse is the fact, which he'll soon find out, that Finnegan is a former wrestler.

So if one is to know that, it shouldn't be surprising when Jim finds himself, smashed to the floor, blood drooling from his mouth and a larger body pinning him down. Finnegan basically straddles him as he fights the heavier weight, but being confined to the ground on his stomach, there's not much he can do to stop it.

"Finnegan, please don't." Francis nearly screeches at the man.

Jim feels his breathing coming quicker until it comes to a complete stop when an arm slides across his throat, cutting off his air supply.

"Finnegan you're drunk! Stop!" Francis wails, but despite the fervor in his voice, he doesn't do anything to help his blond roommate.

Jim makes one last attempt to roll Finnegan off, but it's futile. His lungs begin to scream for oxygen and the burning in his chest starts to rise. Blackness creeps into the edges of his vision and right before he's on the verge of falling into the abyss of darkness, there's a single familiar voice that penetrates his ears.

"Stop!"

Author's Note: I fixed Pike's rank from Admiral to Captain, I can't believe I missed that detail. But thank you to the guest that pointed it out to me!

New story new life right? Since I just finished my other book "Confused" I thought it'd be appropriate to create my next book, "I'll be Good", which is based off of the song called I'll Be Good by Jaymes Young which I suggest you listen to. I probably put five plus hours of research into this book so I think it'll turn out better than my last book, there's also a bunch of mini Easter eggs scattered through, including real people, fictional characters and things from my previous stories. So, I hope yall will join me for my next adventure, I plan on going through all three years Jim spends in the academy, and don't worry, there'll be more Bones, because Jim and Bones pairing forever. Sorry they're my favorite, and I'm looking for Beta reader, so if interested pm me. Live Long and Prosper.