James Tiberius Kirk, Jim to everyone, knew the type of people who moved into the upper estate of Riverside, so it was no surprise he was going to apply the same rules he always did when a new kid from that side moved to Riverside Academy; leave me alone, I'll leave you alone.

However, when he laid eyes of the newest arrival, Spock Grayson, that rule was thrown at the window and he was going to make him his, even if it killed him. Or anyone else for that matter.

It was the first day of the new school year; the sun was shining with a cool breeze left over from the summer. Birds sang sweetly and a blond teenager lay tucked up, peacefully in bed. When Jim's blue eyes fluttered open, looking at the clock, reading the time. 8:56, as in, 4 minutes till his first lesson started. Flying out of bed, the teen managed to get showered, dressed, lunch made and out of the door in 10 minutes, jumping on his bicycle, trying to fix his uniform and stir his bike around the back alleys of North Riverside. It was difficult to make his uniform look decent when it was all hand-me-downs from his brother Sam, who graduated 3 years ago, or from his best friend, Leonard McCoy who graduated last year and had returned to his native Georgia to study medicine.

As he raced into the Academy car-park, staring blankly at the emptiness of the car park, before looking at his watch, which told him that it was only 8:12. He went bright red as he saw a group of people on the steps of the Academy, laughing at him. It was a good thing they were his friends or they would have got a few obscene hand gestures, but he was debating doing it anyway. As he slumped over, their giggling died down.

His group of friends consisted off the beautiful, bi-lingual Nyota Uhura, Captain of the linguist, math and cheerleading teams with long, silky black hair and soft, chocolate skin, with a slim body. She was the goddess of the school, and was always asked why she bothered to hang out with such a group like Jim. Her reply always was 'I've been friends with them forever; I'm not ditching them now'. She was sitting on the lap of Montgomery Scott, A.K.A Scotty, an average looking Joe from Glasgow, Scotland. He could normally be found wearing a tartan beanie hat, fiddling with either some robot or his girlfriend Nyota. Next came Pavel Chekov, who had arrived the year before from Russia, noticeable by his big, green eyes and light curly hair, and his adorable accent which involved him getting his V's and W's muddled up. He was the baby of the group, only just turned 16 but would be graduating with his senior friends, being a whiz-kid and all. He was joined at the hip to Hikaru Sulu; the schools champion fencer and a passionate botanist on the side. His parents originally from Japan, Hikaru had lived in Riverside all his life, being best friends with Jim and Nyota since pre-school, the 3 Musketeers that were always causing mischief.

"Sorry Jimmy, Bones set your alarm an hour early to get you up, as he knew you wouldn't be able to get up without him." Nyota said softly, getting up to give him a hug. Her uniform was all new and clean, like everyone else's, and Jim envied them all, looking down at his old, scruffy blazer. They lived in South Riverside, on the brand new gated community, where everyone's house had a pool and they all drove fancy cars. Then there was Jim, from the North side, where to druggies and the poor lived, the side people stayed away from. The wrong side of the River.

"I'll get him when he visits for the holidays. Speaking of holidays, how were yours?" Jim asked, sitting next to Hikaru, who gave him his usual cup of coffee. He yawned before taking a sip; working night shifts at a bar were starting to take its tool.

"Vonderful! I wisited my babushka in Russia and then I vent to California vith Hikaru." Pavel cried, smiling a little sheepishly. The guy was too cute for his own good, and every time he spoke, there was a chorus of 'Aww's' from all girls in the class. Too bad for the boy played for the other team, though the Russian didn't know yet; he set off Jim's gay-dar on a daily basis. Being pansexual, Jim could tell these things.

"I visited ma family back home, and they say Nyota is too thin. Grandma's gunna make sure she gets a good meal when she comes over at Christmas with me" Scotty said, pulling Nyota back on his lap, pressing a kiss to her hair.

They were an 'odd' couple for the school, the head cheerleader and a robot nerd; like one of those chick flicks Jim did not watch and cry over with Nyota and Pavel. They got together almost a year ago, at the last game of the season before Winter break, where Scotty found Nyota being squared up by a horny footballer, and being the gentlemen, he did the honourable and Scottish thing, beating the man almost senseless, picking up the frightened Nyota, taking her home and making sure she was alright before leaving. Nyota kept him there all night, and the next day they were smitten. Sure, at the start there were a few snide comments and doubtful looks, but the couple power through; Scotty could make her laugh like she'd never laughed before, and was always there to hold her close when life got a bit too stressful and Jim knew they'd liked each other long before they were ready to admit it, and he also knew they loved each other every much, which was a good enough reason to be together in Jim's mind. Fuck the social standards.

"You know how mine went Jim; we spent every free day you had together." Nyota replied, with a grin.

"Oh and what fun that was! Especially when I was staying over and Scotty appeared and you just left me downstairs as you fucked above me! I need someone… boyfriend this time maybe…" Jim muttered, sighing slightly.

"My new neighbour is gay, and he'll be joining the school today. I can hook you two up if you want"

"I'd like to go out with someone who understands the real world, don't get me wrong I love you guys to pieces and if I was still living with my mum I'd understand, but I know the type of people who move it that estate; rich, city boys who think they can buy their way into everyone. I'll pass thank you."

"You haven't met him yet."

"I'll see him around school. I have to go visit Pike to see if my new therapist has arrived," Jim got up, gripping to his bag. "See you in homeroom Nyota." Jim slumped off; he really wished he's stayed in bed. He climbed the grand steps, travelling slowly through the great building, before disappearing behind big, oak doors, smiling at the Principle and his godfather, Christopher Pike.

Chris, who Jim affectionately called Uncle Chris, had been like a father to Jim, giving that his real dad was shot and killed in action on the day of his birth. Chris was there to play with him and his older brother Sam and help his mother Winona, out whenever she needed, like buying the basics when she fell of her feet and taking Jim and Sam of off her hands for a few hours on the weekends.

Then, Winona met Frank Richardson, the man of her dreams who bought them a brand new house for them to live in, spent thousands on her and the boys, and was being genially lovely.

When she wasn't around, as her work meant she travelled around the world, Frank was hell on legs. He'd stopped Chris from visiting, as he thought Chris fancied Winona, and would beat Jim on a daily basis for being a 'smart-arsed little bastard' at any possibility; Jim was sometimes starved, beaten and locked away when ever Frank was drunk, for the purpose that Jim resembled his father, which made his mother cry and made Frank angry. Finally, at aged 15, Jim jumped out of his bedroom window and ran away.

He was found 3 months later, having witnessed the 3/14 massacre in a large shopping mall in New York City, being one of nine survivors. He wasn't the same after that, and Jim's mother couldn't cope, so he was sent away to live with Chris, before moving in with Sam. They bought the cheapest flat they could afford, which only had one bedroom, which Sam gave to Jim. He had been in therapy ever since.

"Good morning Jim, what's the matter? And you need a new blazer." Chris said softly, as Jim threw his bag on the floor and plonked into the chair opposite Chris.

"I want to check up on my therapy appointment, and I was going to get a new one, but the fridge and my bike broke, so we needed to get them fixed." Jim replied, rather sheepishly; he hated asking for help.

"If you ever need anything, let me know and I will help you out. Here is what we will do," Chris got up, walking around to the cupboard, pulling out a brand new, red blazer. "Take this now, and you can pay me back in small amounts every month, sound alright?" Jim nodded, taking the blazer off of him with the utmost care, smiling very slightly at it. He threw his brown one on the floor, placing the new one on carefully. "You look like your father."

"Thank you, for this. I will pay you back as soon as possible, have to flirt a bit better at work to get some more tips."

"I don't like you working at a club."

"It was the only place that would hire me, so…" Chris just nodded, before smiling. "When is my therapy session?"

"It's at 4:30 today, and you've got a new one, Doctor Amanda Grayson, one of the best in New York and she's come here just to work for you, so don't go scaring her off."

"I won't. Promise. Have we got a new student starting soon?"

"Yes. Spock Grayson, your therapist son so be nice to him too."

"What's he like?"

"Why do you care?"

"Nyota is trying to set me up with him."

"He is an A+ student with an excellent attendance record of his old school. He will be in all the advanced placement classes, like you, is openly gay and a gay rights activist, half-Vulcan, his father Sarek is from the Vulcan clan in North Africa and they are noticeable by their pointed ears and high intelligence, and is there Ambassador to America and his wife is your therapist. Quiz her about this, as I am rather busy at the moment. Are you working tonight?" Jim shook his head, smiling. "Me and Aunt Lisa will be popping around then, she's concerned about your weight so has made you a cake, now get going to homeroom." Jim jumped up, grabbing his bag.

"Bye Uncle Chris."

Morning lesson's passed by quickly, with advanced Chemistry and Maths going by quickly and easily, but for the first time in Jim's life, he was dreading lunch. He'd heard about the mysterious Spock Grayson from his giggling female class mates, but had yet to lay eyes on the man. When Jim tried to sneak out of his history class unnoticed, two people grabbed him by the arms, dragging him backwards down the hall.

"Nyota put you up to this, didn't she?" Jim asked, looking up at Hikaru and Pavel, the younger one giggling.

"I am wery sorry Jim, it's nothing personals, but she promised to pay a wery handsome price. I promise to buy youz some coffee vith my vinnings." The Russian said softly, smiling at Hikaru brightly. The sexual tension between the two was already killing Jim.

"Now come along Jimmy, you've got a date to get to." Hikaru added, and Jim groaned, dragging his feet. He might as well get this over and done with.

"Wez found him!" Pavel cried, pulling Jim into the up-stairs student lounge. The place was a very bare room, with only a few sofa's looking out of a large window which gave a lovely view to the River, book cases socked with comic's and manga, and coffee machine, which was heaven for the coffee loving group of amazing nerds. They were the only people who came up here, as the other lounge was closer to the café and had a stereo, so it was the perfect hang out for them. Jim sighed, and rolled his eyes, stopping as soon as he was plunked straight in front of Mr Spock Grayson.

And he was fucking gorgeous.

And all Jim could think about was how gorgeous he must look whilst fucking, which he was determined to find out.

The first thing Jim noticed about this hot gentlemen's face were his eyes; his chocolate brown eyes that were currently scanning him, and he blushed under the gaze. He then began to admire Spock's face with his strong jaw, defined nose and all-around amazing face with excellent cheek bones, before moving downwards. He was slender, but not skinny, which made Jim want to find out if he had any muscles under that uniform, which fitted him perfectly and the trousers left nothing to the imagination. He was only just taller than Jim, and smiled slightly at him.

"Hi." Jim said quietly, in a bit of a squeak.

"Hello." Spock replied, in a low, husky tone which almost made Jim swoon, but he controlled himself. They smiled at each other for a moment, Jim spell bound at the guy.

"Spock, this is James Kirk, Jim this is Spock Grayson," Nyota said softly, spoiling the moment. "I'm sure you two will get on very well."

"I do hope so; do you prefer James or Jim?" Spock asked, with a smile. Jim was seriously fighting the urge to reply with 'Honey, you can call me whatever you want', like he did to the men who hit on him at the bar.

"Jim is fine… welcome to Riverside, where have you moved from?"

"New York City." Jim flinched subconsciously at the work, and Spock raised an eyebrow. Jim blushed, and shook it off, half listening to Nyota's story about the time she visited for Christmas, and why did the family move. "It is entirely my fault; I threw a party and destroyed my parent's pent house. My father believed the city was too much on an influence on me, and moved the family out here. Which is a better than his first choice, Africa." Jim zoned out after that, sitting down. In what world did Nyota think a guy like Spock; who looked like a movie start, was going to date Jim, who was, well a mess. He seems interested. His conscience whispered, with a small smile (if it had a face, of course), which made Jim smile. He always loved a challenge.