A/N: I am not a huge fan of High School AU's, but I couldn't find any cool High School AU's for Star Trek and decided to try and write one. I have never written an AU, so this is going to be interesting. This is probably going to be, in the grand tradition of High School AU's, very cheesy, and very over the top. I really just hope I can make happy anyone who is looking for a good Star Trek High School AU. As the summary suggests, the pairings are McCoy/Chekov, and Spock/Kirk. Not the whole focus of the story, but what's an AU without a little romance. Enjoy.
'Nothing like coffee.' Jim Kirk thought to himself as he gulped down another mouthful of the burning hot liquid. Careful not to spill any, the history teacher maneuvered his was through a hallway filling with students. It never occurred to Jim that if he arrived at the time he was meant to he would not have to snake through the hallway. Not that he minded so much. The kids here were not as bad as those at the last school he had worked at, and he sort of liked the constant swiveling through students he was forced to do. That and coffee were slowly becoming his new wake up ritual.
"Bones!" He shouted, raising his free hand in the air to wave. Even from across the hall Jim could see Leonard McCoy roll his eyes before giving a curt wave. The good doctor wasn't overly fond of nickname, but Jim thought it suited a medical man. Walking a little faster, Kirk grabbed Bones by the shoulder.
"Hey, you got any extra Golds? I left early and forgot to grab mine." McCoy's only response was a blank stare before he unlocked the Clinic's office door and walked over to a cabinet. Jim followed him in and took the Gold shirt that McCoy eventually presented him with.
"Dammit, Jim I can't keep loaning these to you. You need to start washing and returning the ones I already gave to you. Eventually someone is going to notice that 3 of the spare shirts are missing, and I'm gonna get stuck paying out of my pocket for them." Jim smiled and slipped the shirt on. It was true he had taken a few, and he should return them, even if that meant going back to some fairly unhappy women's houses to get them. If anything it was the school's own fault for placing a strict dress code on the teachers and only giving out one shirt per person. How could they expect anyone to remember to wash and wear the same red, blue, or gold shirt everyday was beyond him. McCoy was lucky. He always had a supply of the blue shirts for himself should he forget his own.
"You owe me. I'm not even supposed to be loaning those out to teachers, they're for students you know." McCoy warned as he set down his brief case and began shuffling notes.
"You teaching health today?" Jim asked, smoothing the shirt down. Bones grunted and nodded his head. "Do you know you move your mouth when you read in your head?" Jim said offhandedly as he finished his coffee.
"Don't you have somewhere you need to be? I'm trying to work here."
"Fine. You don't want my company. I get it." He said, raising his hands in defeat as he headed out of the room. Bones shook his head at his friend before returning to his note cards.
Kirk continued on his path down the hallway, and up a staircase towards the History department. It wasn't much, as there were not very many teachers. Himself and maybe two or three others for the whole school. History wasn't really that important at this school, and neither was language, which may have been why both were crammed in the same wing of the building. It was all STEM for these kids. Not that Kirk minded. He was really a science man at heart, but the only open position here was for history, so he took it. He was more than qualified for teaching any subject here anyway.
On his way he made sure to pop his head into the language department heads office and say hello. Him and Ms. Uhura were not very close, but she was beautiful and talented, and Kirk tended to like that in women, so he made it a point to say hello each morning, despite her lack of enthusiasm at the prospect. However instead of Uhura he saw a young man sitting at her desk.
"Chekov! Filling in for Uhura?" He asked, causing the curly haired male to look up from whatever he was doing. Chekov was a bit of a prodigy around here. Just barely 20 years old he was knowledgeable in all fields, rendering him a part time substitute for any teachers in the school.
"Just for ze first class. She will be back around, uh, nineish I beliewe." The Russian said, nodding.
"You still TAing for Scotty?" Kirk asked, stealing a quick glance at the clock. He still had a little time left, but his class could care less if he was a few minutes late.
"Yes sir. I will join him when Ms. Uhura arriwes."
"That's good. Well, I gotta run Chekov, tell Scotty I said hi!" He proclaimed with a wave as he retreated from the room. The Russian nodded his head in return, before picking up what he was working on and heading from the office to a nearly full language classroom.
Jim pulled himself into his classroom just as the bell rang. He wasn't really in a hurry though, as he had passed several of the students meant to be in his class on his way. They would wander in eventually, but Jim really didn't care. He didn't believe in forced learning. If a kid showed up, it should be because he wants to, not because he is meant to.
As he entered though, he saw one kid on the floor, scrambling to pick up the spilled contents of his backpack.
"Hey, what happened?" He asked as he noticed the kid's bloody nose. Nobody said anything. "What happened?" He demanded a little louder, searching the room. Despite nobody answering, Kirk saw a larger boy wiping blood off his knuckles.
"Hey, Tom," he said to the boy on the floor. "Get your things and go to the clinic. You," he gestured to the bloody-knuckled punk. "I'm calling a dean to take you to the office." Tom quickly grabbed his things and left, while the larger boy looked shocked.
"Why you pickin' on me? Who said I did anything'?" He said with a cocky tone. Jim looked down at the boy's knuckles dramatically, and then picked up the phone. This was not a great way to start the day.
Several phone calls and a class period later, Kirk sighed and dramatically collapsed into his chair. This was the third incident he had witnessed in two days and each time the other students pretended it had not happened. Kirk stood up impetuously and wandered over to Uhura's office. Being head of a department, she might be able to explain if there was a pattern to these attacks.
"Uhura! Have a pleasant morning? Was he worth being late for?" Kirk teased as he walked into the same office he had entered earlier in the morning. Rolling her eyes, Uhura continued to help Chekov pack up his papers into a neat briefcase.
"You roll your eyes a lot." Kirk commented as he slunk into a leather armchair directly across from the articulate desk.
"I don't roll my eyes. I look to the heavens for guidance." She retorted, half joking, half annoyed. The present Russian pulled his chin down to his chest to hide a smirk. "Is there a reason you're here other than to point out my obvious attributes?"
"Much as I love pointing out the obvious to you, I actually did want to have a serious conversation." Uhura's expression changed to concern as she adjusted her red form fitting shirt and sat down behind her desk.
"A serious conversation?"
"Yeah. A kid in my first class got punched out by another. I wouldn't mention it, but the other kids all pretended it didn't happen, or that they didn't see it. This is the third time this week that something like this has happened. I can't be the problem…"
"Of course not."
"…so is something going on that I don't know about?" Uhura shifted uncomfortably.
"Do you think zis could have something for do with ze Charlie X's?" Chekov contributed.
"Charlie X's? Why does that sound familiar?" Kirk changed position as he spoke so he was sitting a little taller. Uhura nodded.
"You probably heard about them when you were given the job. The Charlie X's are a group of, for the most part, pranksters. Switching papers, tripping student, just mischief makers. But, what happened in your class has actually been happening a lot more frequently, and those accused are all known members of the Charlie X's."
"So, they're becoming a gang?" Uhura threw her hands up to shoulder height.
"No one is saying that. The group is just getting a little more dangerous. Of course, they could change, but for now-" Her voice was cut off by a phone ringing. "Excuse me." She picked up the phone and nodded several times, her expression becoming more distressed as the call continued.
"What's going on?" The ever curious Kirk interrupted. Hanging up the phone, Uhura stood up and started for the door.
"Someone vandalized Mr. Spock's office. All available department heads are being summoned to his room."