Author's Note: Ok so my first story "I'm sorry" is going a little rough right now. This idea has been stewing in my head for a while and I was just dying to get it out. Hope you all enjoy it. Reviews are much appreciated as it gives me fuel for more chapters.

-Trekky17

Jim made his way to the bar. Rubbing his temples, he ordered something strong. He was far too gone to realize the strength of what he ordered but at the moment he really didn't care.

Everyone had been hounding him all damn week about his first failure in the Kobayashi Maru. His second one was scheduled for next Tuesday at 0930. Technically he should be in his room studying but studying was for losers. How in the hell was he supposed to study for a test that is an automatic fail? Kinda defeats the purpose of studying in his opinion.

He cast a look around, realizing this was one of Sara's regular hangouts. Lucky for him, she was nowhere in sight. Instead his sight found a busty blonde that must have read his thoughts for the perfect lay. Long legs emerged from knee high black boots and were covered in some sort of fishnet stockings until disappearing again in a rather short skirt. Her low cut top made him appreciate female anatomy.

Olivia met Jim Kirk's gaze from across the room. She noted the way his lids drooped and his mouth hung slightly open. Normally she didn't do drunks but there was something about his blue eyes and that damn smile that immediately drew her in.

Kirk watched with perhaps the goofiest smile any drunk had ever had, but Olivia found that it was still damn sexy. She sat down in the stool to his right.

"Hey there," she said while twirling her curly blonde hair.

The evening slipped by in brash, drunken conversation and many…many shots. Kirk just about forgot where he was in favor of ravishing this beautiful creature in front of him. He swallowed his sixth…and then seventh…shots of the night. Olivia was hanging very inappropriately on his arm was giggling, something he liked very much. He loved this one's smile, big and inviting. Yes, he meant that exactly as it sounded.

"So…" His head was dizzy. What the hell was in those shots?

"Olivia." It was either that or Sara. He hoped it wasn't the latter; the name brought a bitter taste to his mouth.

"Olivia." She smiled again. "How about we get out of here for some place more private?" They both chuckled.

"Come on, sugar. My room's not that far." Kirk just loved the accent, though he couldn't quite place it. At the moment he didn't care. Though he didn't relish the thought of walking, the sight of her curvy backside proved to provide plenty of incentive. His hands roamed her body until finally settling on her hips. Olivia moved her hips more as she walked. The stupidest grin crossed his face; Jim Kirk loved the ladies.

Everyone knew Kirk was quite the ladies man. Every night he left with a girl on his arm. Tonight was no different. Many of the club's members, all Starfleet cadets, stared angrily or with amusement at the couple.

Only one expression was different. This one was sad and hurt. It was worn by Sara Hurst, the latest of Kirk's semi-permanent escapades. Tears welled up in her bright green eyes.

Jim Kirk happened to look over and saw Sara standing there with that hurt expression on her face. He wasn't fazed in the least bit. Part of that was due to how drunk he was and the other part was purely habitual. He never actually told Sara he wanted to be exclusive. She was the one who assumed that and dumped what's his face to spend more time with Kirk, something he definitely didn't object to. Honestly, Kirk was getting annoyed with Sara. She never approved of his nights at the bar or his flirtatious nature with the ladies. He was Jim Kirk. After all, flirtation came with the package deal.

Their connection was only for a moment. She passed off the drinks she'd been holding to some drunken clubber and pushed her way toward the exit at the other end of the club. Olivia pulled him forward out of the club. His attention went right back to the perfectly curved body wiggling itself in front of him like a worm and he was a lucky fish.

Sara couldn't bear to be in the club one second longer. She pushed past the drunken patrons all rubbing up against their dates without a care in the world. With the back of her hand, she wiped away the tears forming on her face.

She needed comfort and a pint of Ben and Jerry and her needs could only be met by one person…

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Uhura was analyzing the latest report Spock had recommended. Though the language was a bit advanced for her, she could get the gist of what the report was saying. Once she had read it a couple of times, she found things to analyze she hadn't even realized were there the first time. The experience was…fascinating. She smiled, knowing Spock would approve of her use of jargon.

Though no matter how hard she tried, her body's need for sleep kept nagging at the back of her mind. So she closed out of the report and placed it on her desk among the pictures of her friends.

"Computer. Lights off." The room descended into darkness. Uhura was slightly glad when she saw the empty bed across from her. Her roommate wouldn't be coming back tonight. At last, she would get some good quality sleep. She yawned, pulling the covers around her shoulders.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

"I guess it's too much to ask for one night. Computer, lights on." The lights came back on. Uhura could hear the soft trickle of rain. Still groggy, Uhura stumbled across the room and reached the door. Gaila must have locked herself out. She swore heavily she her shin ran into her bed frame.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

"Just one second." Uhura finally made it to the door. "You know, Gaila. I'm going to buy you a chain and you'll keep your key on it at all…" Her ranting stopped dead in her throat. Standing on the other side of the door was Sara.

"Sara?" Uhura noticed her whole body was quivering. Had she walked all the way from the bar. Her sad eyes gave Uhura her answer. "Get in here."

Sara sniffled. "Thank you. I didn't know where else to go."

"I know just the remedy." Uhura bent down and grabbed a pint of Ben and Jerry's Cookie Dough along with two spoons. She waited to take her bite until Sara had calmed some and taken a bite of her own. "Now shpill," she said with her mouth still full of ice cream.

"I loved him, Uhura. I was going to the bar to confess that when I saw him swapping spit with that skank, Olivia. I'm just another notch on his goddamn bedpost."

"Jim Kirk doesn't have a bedpost. All the notches destroyed it."

"Somehow that doesn't make me feel any better."

"Can't blame a girl for trying. Here, more ice cream."

Sara smiled. "Now you're talking my language."

Uhura and Sara stayed up into the wee hours of the morning with Sara finally falling asleep from pure exhaustion. Knowing Gaila wouldn't be coming back tonight, she left Sara in her bed and slept in Gaila's. While Sara slept soundly, Uhura kept tossing and turning. This was the sixth all-nighter this month she'd spent consoling the victims of Jim Kirk's wandering libido. She also couldn't forget the many breakfasts, lunches and dinners where she played therapist to her friend's problems.

Jim Kirk, you are a thorn in my side as well as all sane females. Well, no more. Something must be done, she decided. Of course, nothing was coming to mind. She cursed herself. There had to be something she could do to find a chink in Kirk's aloof armor. Once she found that, the claws would come out. The question now was: what was that chink and how on Earth was she going to find it?

Yet as Uhura fell asleep, questions still buzzing in her head, she would never have guessed that her answer was arriving at Starfleet Academy that very moment.