This is an old story, that I first wrote back in 2009, and now I'm rewriting it and translating it to English.

As it was written a lot before the latest Star Trek film, Sulu isn't gay in this story. If you're looking for a gay fanfic of Sulu, this story isn't for you - but luckily there are other ones. :) I hope you enjoy my interpretation of Sulu's lovelife, and please leave reviews.

10 years ago:

Margot lay on the bed on her stomach, wearing only her panties and a T shirt, one of his, that he had tossed her the night before. Her skin was ivory pale, and her face was partly covered by her red curls. The first morning light entered the room from between the curtains, and made her hair look like a halo of fire.

Her calm breathing told Sulu she was sleeping. He thought of getting up from the armchair, where he had spent the night, to cover her half naked form with a blanket, but then didn't for he didn't want to disturb her sleep.

She could use the rest after last night. Sulu's heart sank as he thought about it. She had been high on the kinds of drugs he didn't even want to know existed. It twisted his heart to remember how she had looked, when he had dragged her out of that place. Her eyes all foggy, her beautiful swan like neck full of red marks, made by God knew whose lips.

He pushed the thought away, it did no good to dwell on things you could not change. Instead he let his gaze follow Margot's figure on the bed, and her beauty was almost more than he could take.

He loved the way she looked there, all innocent and fragile. Like she had, when he had first seen her, when they had been no more than kids. But everything was different now. Sleeping in the same bed with her wasn't an option anymore, even if she had desperately begged for him to hold her last night.

It had taken all he had to tuck her in his bed, and not join her between the sheets, but he had promised himself he wouldn't touch her. Not before she wanted him like he wanted her. Even if that would never happen, which was probable.

There was a silent knock on the door, that interrupted Sulu's thoughts. The door opened, and his mother peaked in.

"So, you found her?" she whispered, not to wake her up.

He gave a small nod.

"The breakfast is ready, come and eat, Hikaru."

"Sure, Mom." he replied silently, and got up from the chair. His joints felt stiff, after sleeping in the chair, and he stretched his muscles as he stood up and followed his mother to the kitchen.

A few minutes later he was sitting on the breakfast table, eating some noodle soup and toast. Her mother sat opposite to him, sipping some green tea.

"So, are you ever going to tell her?"

He didn't try to deny it, there was no point. Mom had known from the day one, that he had fell for Margot. But she should also know, that it was none of her business, Sulu thought annoyed.

"I'm not. It would do no good."

"Then you should try to get over her. There are other girls in this world, you know. Good girls. You are only 16 years old, Hikaru."

More tea, more noodles. He took his time before he answered.

"Mom, please."

"I'm just worried, that's all. I have every right to be, I am your mother."

"And hers, after a fashion."

"Yes, I love her like a daughter, you know that. But lately I have begun to wonder if my love is lost on her. Perhaps she cannot be saved, Hikaru, no matter how hard we try."

"Just because someone stumbles and loses their path, doesn't mean they are lost forever, mother. Everyone can be saved, but I am not trying to save the whole world - just her."

She sighed, resigned. Her eyes were sad as she looked up to his, and asked: "Where did you dig her up last night?"

"You don't want to know." he replied grimly.

"Perhaps I don't. It might be better though, that you would not try to find her every time she gets into trouble. How is she ever going to learn how to stand on her own two feet, if you keep saving her all the time?"

"She knows well enough how to take care of herself." Sulu stated. "I just don't like the ways she does that."

The words brought a bitter taste into his mouth, and suddenly he didn't want to have his noodles anymore. He knew well enough what were the ways Margot used to take care of herself on the dark alleys that called her on nights. Living under the same roof with Margot for the past two years, had been enough to rip off every inch of his boyish innocence.