Well this was a long project in the making, trying to write outside of my usual style and comfort zones, so I finally decided to pick it up again. Only so many things you can exploit right? Ahaaaa ahem. Its been a super long time since I actually posted here so what better way to revive than in one of my favorite fandoms. I'm a tad rusty in the fic writing area so bear with me.

Disclaimers: I don't own anything, Whether it be Star Trek or Skins. It be great but nope. So don't sue me. Trigger warnings ahead, eating disorders, depression, underage drinking rated T just to be safe. Slashy eventually. Messy web of angst ahead. Woo this should be fun.

I wanted to work on as many chapters as I could so I could update it gradually instead of, on the off chance its actually a hit and I don't leave anyone hanging. Deep breath here we go!

Sirens.

Just the fire alarm, no police just yet at least. But just that was enough to send the entire crowd scattering into the night. One massive unit of young and older heading towards each possible exit, avoiding possible arrest. And tonight the warehouse was packed.

In the lead was Jim, pushing, weaving and shuffling through the chaos before the police would show up and it got even crazier. Twisting around and hopping into the air to get a quick glimpse of the tops of his friends heads, just to make sure they were still behind him. Once at least one familiar head was spotted right back around he would turn carving a path through towards freedom.

The others were too far behind and Jim tried to give them enough time to catch up, but in situations like this it could turn into an every man for himself scenario quickly. But Jim believed in a good soldier never leaves a man behind, or some variation of that. So he fought off the flight instinct.

He couldn't afford to get caught again though, or he'd be stuck picking up trash all summer. He'd run out of strikes for his shenanigans after the whole food fight thing a couple months ago. Things were going great tonight too, why did some jerk have to go and ruin it for everyone. And Jim had an inkling on who the culprit was.

When Jim was about three feet away from the exit, a strong hand gripped his wrist, fingers encircling it tight. He didn't take the time to look back to see who the hand belonged to but trusting it, he weaved and pushed through the remaining sea of bodies while pulling person attached along with him.

Once finally through the door Jim broke out into a run while still dragging along whoever was behind him. Down the hallways out the side door down the dock way and finally out into the streets. The night was cold and misty for April.

After a few more seconds of running Jim finally turned back to check who was behind him, seeing Leonard being the one holding onto him trying his hardest to stay while his girlfriend Jocelyn held onto him in the same fashion with Gaila behind her.

"Wheres the others?" Jim called behind him as he pulled them along the streets while other party goers scattered into other directions.

"They were behind us!" Gaila called out turning her head quickly behind her then back her red curls whirling around her face.

"In here!"

Jim tugged the line behind a couple parked cars. Each crouched down behind the cars peeking behind them as a fire truck rushed by. Each keeping an eye out for the rest of the group.

Right behind them rounding the corner,

Nyota in the lead with Liz, Janice, Christine and Sulu all holding hands forming the same kind of chain to stay together. Finally all grouped back together they picked themselves back up and ran up the street.

Cutting through the park, they all finally stopped seeking refugee in the darkness. The sounds of gasping and breathless laughing in the darkness.

"Shit its dark. OK. Everyone not arrested, or dead sound off."

"Well most of us are here but I think we lost Gary." Christine pointed out.

"I swear he was right behind us."

Each other them calling out to Gary in harsh whispers. Gary would be the one to be left behind. He needed to do less drinking and more cardio, he'd get on him about that once they found him. "Hope he wasn't caught, I really don't need his parents blaming me for anymore of his shit."

On cue, Jim's phone vibrated in his pocket he didn't even have to look to know who it was. "Gary where the hell are you?" Jim hissed into his phone.

"Where are you? And why are you yelling? I'm the abandoned one."

"Shut up. Where are you?

"Uh..." there was a pause and muffled noises in the background. "uh in front of the book store..."

"We'll we're in the park near the picnic area, so get over here and dont get your ass caught this time."

"Aye Captain!"

A few long moments past as they waited for Gary to catch up everyone pulled out their phones checking the time. It wasn't even 11:30 yet. Everyone's faces eliminated by the phone screens in blue light.

The parties that were held in the warehouse docks were always the best but notoriously short. They would start around nine-ish but they would usually end before eleven, one way or another. Either by police intervention or someone doing something stupid. This time it was the fire alarm, which was a shame because this one had looked like it would have gone to at least an hour more if it weren't for that.

Soon enough Gary came bounding through the dark launching himself onto Jim's back nearly knocking him over. "I return alive!"

"Wonderful, get off me." Gary peeled himself away from Jim. "So is everyone here now?"

"Aye Captain everyone accounted for."

"Whew, that's like, the fastest we've ever bailed, I think that's a new record guys." Jim said leaning against a tree looking down at his phone again checking the time once more.

"Wonderful. I'll inform Guinness world records." Leonard's voice grumbled from his right.

"It's crap though, that's the longest a warehouse party lasted."

"Yeah I know I thought it never end." Gary laughed but his laughing quickly tapered off when each eliminated face turned towards him. "Whups."

"So it was you!"

"I knew it, why am I not surprised."

"Gary!"

"Again?"

"You're welcome!" Jim's inkling was correct Gary had pulled the fire alarm, again.

"You ass jacket!" Leonard and Jim leapt onto Gary. "That's like the fifth time! I'll kill you!" Jim asked hooking his arm around Gary's neck wrestling him in a headlock while Leonard held his arms down. Last four outings, well five now, had ended in Gary pulling the fire alarm or setting off the sprinklers.

"No you wouldn't you love me!"

"Whats the matter with you?"

"I just love to see them scatter! It's a compulsion! I'm sorry! I need help!"

"Damn right you do." Leonard barked pulling Gary's jacket over his head and pushed him forwards before they both let him go. "Should have just left you there."

Gary flipped his jacket back over and made a hurt face while, Liz reached over and punched him in the shoulder. The others picked up chunks of dirt and grass to throw at him. Christine chucked a shoe.

"Now what?" Christine asked crawling across the grass back to her original spot after retrieving her shoe. "Its not even midnight yet. I don't wanna go home yet."

They all sat in silence sending all their disappointment and spite Gary's way for ruining another night to his stupid impulse to pull fire alarms. Moments passed and Gary finally broke the steely silence with news.

"Kelso just texted me, looks like party's moving downtown. House this time. Who's game?" Gary said looking up from his phone. Everyone still Glowering at him. "Hey you can all continue to hate me or we could just migrate its up to you."

"Fine but if you screw this up any more I'm telling Archer who really set Porthos loose at the pep rally."

"You wouldn't..."

"Try me." Jim had much bigger piles of dirt on Gary but this little thing that would just throw him into detention was enough blackmail for tonight.

"And I thought we had something special."

"You have to earn my love Mitchel." Jim clapped his hands together getting up off the ground. "Alright ladies, shoes on and on your feet. The night is young and so are have a house to desecrate." Everyone perking up with the hope that the night could be salvaged after all. This time they'd make sure to keep Gary away from any kind of alarms.

I sort of just cranked this out just to have some kind of introduction short hopefully sweet and oh hey its 1:30 in the morning look at that. Consider everything else a time skip, things will get messier and a lot more different from this point. Reviews not required but encouraged and appreciated please and thank you!