Finally I've posted, I edited it 'softly' so please don't criticize too much. I wanted to get this out as quick as possible, because if I didn't I would've more than likely procrastinated and never would have got to it. So enjoy!
Chapter Two
(Two Years Later)
Cadets, Professors, and the occasional Admiral or even visiting Ambassador were enjoying the mild San Francisco summer even as they had to hustle to be on time to classes, lectures, and meetings. One pair of students though stood out particularly amongst the crowds of varying humans and aliens. A grinning blonde and blue eyed Command Cadet stood on the right, while a scowling brown haired Medical Cadet stood to the left.
Jim was practically skipping with happiness; she hadn't been this happy since that night at the bar with that Orion exchange student. Just a couple more hours and her plan would be a go, no more "no win" situations for her and any other poor kid that got put through that Hell. This was going to be good.
"What's got you so happy kid?" Bones asked, raising an eyebrow at her bubbly almost abnormal physique 'it was to God Damn early for her outlandish behavior,' he thought grumpily.
"Got no idea what you're talking about Bones," Jim actually had a skip in her step, "The sun is shining, the day is great, and I'm going to ace that God forsaken exam."
He pulled to an abrupt halt, snatching Jim's arm keeping her in place. She held down her shiver, after Tarsus IV she didn't really condone anyone touching her, Bones was the only exception, but sometimes it was hard with even him. Ignoring the Goosebumps's, Jim let her grin widen even further just to agitate her buddy just a little farther.
"You've gotta be kidding me!"
She just hummed in response squirming free to continue on with her happy waltz. 'Hello Ladies', Jim winked jokingly at a few of her engineering buddies from her extracurricular activities, earning giggles and laughter from them and a glare from Bones who more than likely didn't her the joke in her voice.
"So you know how friends are supposed to help out their best friends?" His scowl deepened as Jim twirled around to look at him with those big watery puppy dog eyes.
"No," They got bigger.
"Defiantly not," Was that a freaking tear?
Bones scowl dropped when Jim finally jutted out her lip in an adorable pout; Damn it! She jumped up and down with joy when she finally saw him cave, pouncing on him with happiness. Bones blushed as Jim squeezed the life out of his neck.
"Thanks Bones I owe you one," Jim smiled happily finally letting him go, "Yea, tomorrow morning I want to see you there as my CMO 8 o'clock sharp."
"You owe me two," He muttered, "I hope you don't embarrass yourself for a third time."
She just waved it off without a care. Jim had it covered; better keep it close to her though. Worst come to worst she didn't want Bones taking the wrap, because of her. Glancing down at her Pad Jim let out a little gasp. Crap, Gaila was waiting and that crazy Orion would give her Hell if she took any longer.
"See you later Bones, I gotta go study!" Without waiting for a reply Jim was off, practically flying off across the campus towards the dorms.
"Study my ass." Bones shook his head; he had a feeling this wasn't going to end well; neither for the poor fellow who made the test or for Jim.
(Gaila's Dorm)
Jim casually twirled a strand of long blonde hair around her index finger as she watched the beautiful green toned Orion girl mess around with a computer chip.
"Don't you have a roommate Gaila?" She asked leaning back against the bed.
The latter lifted her attention from her work with a raised eyebrow.
"She shouldn't be back for another couple of hours," She snorted, "Uhura's ether out messing with that stuck up boy toy of hers, or working on that boring Xenolinguistics project."
At that name Jim sat straight up, looking over at Gaila imploringly. Uhura neither hated nor particularly liked Jim after the incident in Iowa; half of her was a stuck up bitch, the other half seemed somewhat ok. To here she was actually dating someone seemed oddly surprising to her.
"Wait, wait the sort of stuck up 'Xenolinguistics major Uhura' is actually dating someone," Jim tried not to sound incredulous, but it was kind of hard not to, "Sorry, but with the way she can act its kind of hard to believe."
Gaila covered her giggles with a hand, looking over her shoulder. Jim let out a groan, was her luck really that bad? Yea, it probably was though she hated to admit it.
"No one cares what you think Kirk," A familiar annoyed voice spat out from behind her, "You need to mind your own business."
Turning around with a "deer caught in the headlights" expressions, Jim was bombarded with an exceptionally pissed Uhura; though she looked more pissed off at Gaila for gabbing, than at Jim for inquiring.
"Sorry, sorry darling," Jim waved her hands in apology swiftly ignoring Uhura's glare, "I'm just curious for you well-being." She ended her sentence with a slight southern slur; she'd more than likely picked up off of Bones.
"Curiosity killed the cat."
"I thought you were intelligent sweetheart, the cat always has nine lives."
Gaila sat off to the side watching their little swap like one would a 21st tennis match. Out of thin air she seemed to somehow procure a pack of sour patch kids, munching on them as she watched the show.
"What I don't understand is…" Uhura whirled around to look at Gaila, who froze with her hand halfway to her mouth like a little kid caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar, "Why you would tell Jim Kirk of all people that I'm dating someone. Why is she even here?"
Jim was snickering off to the side, watching as Gaila wiped her hands hastily, stashing the candy away before Uhura could throw it at her. Before she could chew into Gaila, Jim interjected.
"Gaila here was just helping me prepare for an exam," Uhura turned her attention away from a relieved Gaila, to her.
"You study for an exam," She scoffed, "That's like saying a Klingon studies the logic of Surak."
A glare quickly replaced Jim's grin; this just got real. Forget what she said about Uhura being somewhat ok, this girl could be a total Bitch with a capital 'B'. Jim was far from the dumb blonde Uhura believed her to be. Last time she hacked, ah… checked the other girls scores Jim was light years ahead of her, not brag. Seriously this was really insulting.
She keep reminding herself to take a deep breath, rising to Uhura's insults would only bring the other girl satisfaction, best to beat logic with logic.
"If you remember Darling the Klingon's originally branched off of the Vulcan ancestry line, so it's not a too off suggestion that a Klingon could at least follow or acknowledge the teachings of Surak," Jim smirked adding just a little more ammunition wouldn't do too much harm, probably, "If you would have done a little extra studying to oh… hone your current cultural skills, you would've known there is at least one known Klingon that has followed Surak's path; that being one of the Federations founders, T'Pol's father, who had actually married her Mother a Vulcan, which is very taboo in both cultures."
It satisfied Jim to no end seeing Uhura's angry splutters at her words.
Gaila sat off to the side with an impressed expression and it being equally amused. Jim had successfully stumped her roomed, which in her books was pretty freaking awesome. She just hoped she wouldn't continue on, because Uhura didn't look like she could take anymore of her mouth. But what surprised her wasn't that Jim started the fight, no Uhura actually did and unlike Jim she was playing mean and dirty.
"How long did that take you to memorize Kirk," Uhura bit out, "There's no point in trying to act smart, people already notice you enough, being that you're a shadow of your Daddy."
Oh, crap, Gaila was helpless as she watched Jim fly at Uhura knocking her to the ground in a fit of rage. From there it was on, Gaila didn't even feel bad for Uhura, with the way Jim was yanking and pulling at her hair. The girl had brought it on to herself; even she had to admit that was unnecessary and cruel to say to Jim Kirk of all people. She knew how touchy she got about her Dad, but she still had to go and be an asshole and throw it up in her face.
Yanking her pad from underneath her comforters Gaila quickly flipped through her contacts. Hastily she pushed a call through to the only person who she thought could help her. Moments later the face of Leonard McCoy popped up on the screen.
"What is it Gaila, I'm on the way to a class…" He pulled himself up short hearing the yelling and tussling on her side.
"Get here quick," She murmured looking worriedly to the side at the tussling match, "I need help, their sure to get into trouble if someone reports this, I really need help." Gaila dropped her pad at a particularly loud curse from Jim's part as Uhura punched her in the side of the face.
Gaila quickly tried to jump in to stop it from escalating, but all it did was make it worse and earn her a swipe from a fist she couldn't locate back to its owner. Her call to McCoy lay forgotten on the ground, but his cursing and panting as he ran to help could be heard.
(Two Hours Later)
"You truly can be a pain in the ass!" Bones was beyond furious, as he pulled Jim along the deserted campus to a hopefully empty infirmary; they really didn't need questions to be asked.
As soon as he arrived to help pull the fight apart, Gaila had given up trying, cursing both of her friends with nursing a bruised shoulder. Bones had finally managed to push the two apart after jumping into their tiff with only slightly ruffled hair as his injury. He had pulled Jim along with him the moment he had them apart, not giving Uhura the opportunity to pounce on her again.
Jim was unfortunately not as lucky as he had been. She had come off with a split lip, black eye, and harshly bruised right hand. She was beginning to hate that witch; there was no other word for that she-devil.
"Why the Hell can't you just ignore things Jim," Bones ranted boiling mad, "This made me late for my class, caused you bodily harm, and could've had you expelled. I don't understand you couldn't have quelled your impulsive tendencies just once; just one God forsaken time."
After saying the words Bones instantly felt bad seeing the look it put on Jims face. It hurt him even more seeing tears beginning to fall down her broken face. He absolutely hated seeing her like this; Jim was practically his little sister, he didn't want to see her hurt.
"Sorry that I'm not freaking perfect Bones," She spat tears angrily falling, "I'm not just going to sit back and take Uhura's insults and jabs at me and George Freaking Kirk."
Ignoring his calls of worry, she stormed off unable to stop her tears.
(Starfleet Library)
At the very back of Starfleet's public library open to staff, personnel, and students were the theory and warp core sections. Usually it was vacant for the exceptions of one stray engineering student or professor looking for information on their next lecture.
Today the only thing accompanying it was the soft sobs of a sad girl curled into her-self of to the side at a study table. Books on physics and varying warp theories and methodologies lay strewn around the table, with notebooks she had attempted to study with. 'Attempted' was the prime word. She was too distraught at the moment to form a coherent sentence.
Jim was cursing Uhura to Hell and back. Why did she let someone like her get to her like this? It was so stupid letting some idiot girl crack her shell in such a cruel way. A new wave of tears slid down her face, literally adding salt to her injuries. This was just utter bullshit, plain and simple.
Going unnoticed to her a new pointy eared figure appeared, carrying stacks of files and ungraded paper work. He almost instantly pulled up short, seeing the crying girl and the 'mess' surrounding her.
(Fifteen Minutes Before)
Seconds after the Professors speech on Vulcanese and Klingon grammar came to an end, the bell rang releasing weary students animatedly groaning about the excessive work load.
Humans were such a fascinating species; Spock had seldom seen one such as the latter complain as much as his students had. Yes, his Orion and Andorian students didn't necessarily enjoy their school work, but most of them weren't as outright about complaining about it alike his students.
Leaning over his desk, Spock pulled his pad out from under a stack of neatly filed assignments. Scrolling through his notifications and meetings; a personal email from Nyota popped up. Peculiar, for as long as Spock had known the Xenolinguistics major he had never known her to send a message, she habitually video messaged preferring face to face interaction.
[Spock, I will not be able to attend tonight's Klingon practice, I profusely apologize. Something has come up between my roommate and me – Uhura]
Spock raised an arched eyebrow, apologizes were unneeded, he could not quite understand why humans always felt the need to apologize frequently about subjects that were inconsequential. It was logical she would rather resolve a problem between her roommate who she would have to deal with for another year or two, rather than their session.
He was rather indifferent to Nyota's decision to cancel tonight's devices, being as he had imperative work to finish. Gathering his files and ungraded assignments, Spock made his way to the library; to avoid any uncouth behavior from classroom passersby's or Professors who made it their goal to bother him with their unfeasible problems.
Arriving at an almost empty facility (He didn't couldn't comprehend why it wasn't utilized, being as some of his students needed remedies for their grades) Spock headed to a more secluded section, where he frequented in his free time.
A soft sound pulled him to a halt, as he walked around a book shelf. The sight that met him on the other side shook his stoic Vulcan façade, which he regretted; he'd have to add an extra hour to meditation for the night. A smaller woman sat curled into herself off to the side, her table scattered with multiple books and notebooks; a blaring difference to Spock's own precise organizations.
Shimmering blonde hair fell around her arms in a halo, brushing across her battered face, sticking to the places where some of her tears had ran. The right side of her face was beginning to swell up a very noticeable black any blue, mainly centered around her eye, and her lip was split, the bottom swelled up purple.
Spock was struck by the familiar sight. He loathed admitting it, but she reminded him of himself as a child at the Vulcan Academy. Those big sad eyes and her broken skin, reminded him of the times he had came home from being bullied. He detested bullying of any type and completely unethical and served no purpose in a learning environment.
"Ms., do you require medical assistance?" Spock's stoic voice caused the girls head to shot up, which caused something 'fascinating' to occur.
The moment those big watery azure eyes meet Spock's own, something strong tugged at the edges of his mind. It didn't necessarily hurt as much as it was intrigued him, exploring it further, he felt an intoxicating source of warmth and content from it; similar to his own Mother.
(Back to Jim)
"Ms., do you require medical assistance?" A smooth impassive voice brought Jim out of her sobs.
Her head shot up to see a beautiful male Vulcan, carrying an armload of work; he was obviously a Professor. His dark hair was keep meticulously straight, and there was not an 'eyebrow' out of place. She could almost see a question and even curiosity in his deep brown eyes. Odd, did Vulcan's even have emotions? She understood in pastimes they may have, but with the teachings of Surak firmly in place, it almost seemed unthinkable.
Jim shook her head quickly rubbing her eyes free of the tears, wincing slightly when she hit her bruise.
"No, no sir its fine," She quickly began gathering her supplies, ignoring the aches in her bruises, "I'm sorry to interrupt."
Jim with her books and papers hazardously strewn in her tried to hastily make an exit, but by Fate or some cruel God she tripped over an ill placed chair. Her work went flying from her arms scattering all over the place, and she face planted into the ruff carpet, causing some of the bruises on her face to reopen.
Lifting her-self up with a groan, Jim was surprised with the sight of the Vulcan Professor setting aside his stack of paperwork on the nearest table, to begin picking up the strewn objects.
"I'm sorry Professor." She murmured, hurriedly snatching up any of the books or notebooks nearest to her.
"Apologies are illogical for accidents that are irreversible Cadet." Jim flushed slightly under his stoic, but inquiring expression; his voice and look sent an odd thrum through her mind.
Jim righted her-self as she stood back up with half of the pile. He followed her example, but before he handed her back her supplies, he raised a cursory eyebrow at a paper lying atop Jim's book on warp core theories.
"Trans-dimensional beaming Cadet," His impassive voice conveyed interest, as his brown human eyes trailed down her long thought out equations and theories, with a few drawn out demonstrations.
"It's just a thought Sir," Jim bit her lip nervously, "Nothing to worry over, just a few ramblings of mine." She tried to politely grab them back, but he kept them infuriatingly out of her reach.
"Illogical," He gave her another one of his increasingly annoying raised eyebrows, "These "ramblings" as you say of yours, may concede some truth. Why do you believe it is possibility to beam aboard a starship while it's experiencing light speed; or to better word my query, how do you believe it's possible."
His words stumped Jim, no one not even her-self imposed Dad Christopher Pike ever showed this much interest in her work. Yes it may be, because he was Vulcan and Vulcan's strive to achieve knowledge, but it still made Jim feel good to know someone actually showed true interest, instead of resentment.
"Well…" Jim's normal confidence left her completely under his scrutiny, "An old friend and I were talking a couple of days ago over holo-chat and he got me thinking more outside of the box, we were having a debate over different techniques that could be used to beam people aboard starships."
She paused for a moment fingers nervously twitching, as she checked to see if he was still listening. He was looking at her attentively, as if goading her to continue on.
"Suddenly something came to me; what if we weren't the only things moving during the molecule exchange?" She let the sentence hang, waiting for criticism.
"Peculiar," He murmured, folding his hands behind his back holding an immaculate posterior.
"I'm sorry Professor," Jim grimaced, "I shouldn't have wasted your time with such nonsense, it was just a thought."
"Your assumption of peculiar is wrongly stated Cadet. I was merely acknowledging the theory as a probability of accuracy, please elaborate."
She was gob smacked; for the first time in years Aleksandrya James Kirk was astonished, this man more than likely light years beyond her knowledge was acknowledging her theory may stand to be correct.
"Uh… what if it was space that was moving, not the other way around? That may be the reason people can only beam aboard when they are close by. If the movement of space was factored in, maybe, just maybe an equation could be concocted to actually move a person's particles along with that movement."
His eyes were absolutely shining with interest now; however Jim may deny it she felt proud. She had interested a Vulcan that was some feat, especially for a human. Though as of now she didn't know if that was a good or bad thing.
"Fascinating," He finally intoned after a few moments of agonizing silence, "Your interest of Trans-dimensional beaming has efficiently taken away the worry of your ailments."
Holy Crap, the elf was right she had stopped crying. This 'emotionless' Vulcan Professor had distracted her long enough to make her forget about that soulless bitch.
"It would be academically stimulating if you could elaborate more on the subject after you get proper treatment Cadet." Jim looked at him weirdly, weren't Vulcan's a more introverted species? She shook her head without even thinking.
Shit… she had inadvertently agreed to get medical treatment, which she would more than likely receive from Bones. He sure was one sneaky ass Vulcan.
"Why do you even care Sir, it's really nothing of importance?" Jim grumped situating her load on her hip.
"Cadet I do not condone bullying," Underneath that impassiveness there was almost a stern note, "It does not elevate the Academics, nor is it logical."
Hope you guys enjoyed I wanted to get this out a day after the first chapter, but I keep forgetting to post it. I know Spock may seem a little OC, but this is my first time writing him, so please give him a little time to develop. Also Uhura I have mixed feelings on her, hers and Jims relationship is more than likely going to be a really slow build; but Gaila is the bomb so she has to be in this story.
The Kobayashi Maru will be in this story, it will more than likely occur in the next chapter with a twist other than that I'm not going to give spoilers away ;) – Ace of SpadesXD