Chapter 3 yay! Now when you're done please leave a kind review. The more I get the faster I post a new chapter so… Oh and those who are wondering how the hell George suddenly came back to life should please read Reawakened Memoirs, because I'm too lazy to post both stories together myself. McCoy and Jim even kissed in it, but it will get to be complicated because of Spock.

"Fuck!" he shouted as he shot back down the corridor and lunged into the bathroom. He slammed the door shut on his stall. It strained against the rough fabric of his jeans. He couldn't even unzip his pants without getting the infamous zipper bite…fuck…ouch! He just slid his hand past his waistband and pulled it up as he unzipped his pants with the other hand. He let out a low quiet groan as he tightened his grip on it.

"You just couldn't wait until tonight could you?!" He scolded himself for it. His hand slowly stroked upward. Pre slid over his thumb as his hands went into autopilot. The familiar veins pulsed beneath his palm. His hand jerked quickly, he didn't want to waste any more time than what he'd already lost with sleep, if that's what you could have called it. Another muffled groan slid out of his throat as he pictured Jim up against the bathroom stall watching him. He put a hand up against the wall to steady himself. His hips thrusted with each stroke, he ran his thumb over the tip. He felt the familiar heat building in his lower back. His head hit the wall as he used both hands to finish. His thigh muscles jerked as he neared his finish. The heat now reverberated down his shaft. He was so involved he'd never heard the door open. Fire burned in his loins, down to his heels as hot white poured out of him. He was gasping; he never had any idea how loud he'd been. Shit he just had to get out as fast as possible without being spotted red-handed…or white-handed…He laughed. He took hold of the bath tissue and jerked his whole arm up, taking at least half the roll over his head. He cleaned himself up as best as one could get with toilet paper. He cleaned off the wall and frowned. He'd hate to have to be the one to wash these walls…he didn't think about it much, because was late.

He heard erratic breathing and quiet gasps. A twinge of familiarity rang in that tone…he listened.

"Shit!" the word echoed off the stalls.

"Scotty?!" McCoy guessed.

"Yeah?" He blurted out. McCoy snorted out a laugh as tossed the remaining tissue roll over the stall as he left.

"You might need this." He trotted back upstairs and made it back to the class at a breakneck record speed. Of course it never mattered what millennium it was people still stared at him when he was late…Three hours late!

Kirk's eyes lit up as he sat down next to him. His cerulean oceanic eyes gazed over his form and stayed comfortable on his face.

"You look like shit…What did you do last night?" Jim whispered into his ear.

"What did YOU do last night?!" McCoy snapped back. Jim retracted slightly as more eyes turned to stare at the doctor. His dark eyes danced over everyone else's eyes giving off a 'go fuck yourself' expression. He ignored the rest and pulled out his PADD and checked through his notes. He looked up to see the teacher, Pike's piercing blue eyes bore into his and the doctor froze in his seat.

"Ooh you're in deep shit Bones." Jim smirked.

"Where's George?" McCoy asked.

"Bones just call him 'Mr. Kirk' for my sake." Jim laughed while pointing to the far desk in the corner. George was slumped over the chair in a completely unprofessional way. He rubbed his tired eyes.

Yeah I see those dark circles under your eyes too and I know what you did last night…sir, Glad I'm not the only one. But Captain Pike sure does clean up well…

Leonard was biting his tongue and trying not to burst into a tear-filled fit of laughter as he piled his belongings into his medical bag as he made his way down the steps. It wasn't even fair because Pike called him on account of his tardiness…shit

Pike said nothing to him as he led him out of the classroom. When out of sight and earshot he yanked McCoy's arm and relentlessly dragged him to his office. When at the door he almost literally threw him to the floor. Leonard's knee hit the floor but he managed to catch himself.

"Have a seat…Ensign…" He smiled cruelly. Leonard knew he was in for it when he had to sit in the 'end of your life' chair and Pike had used the word Ensign...

"Do you even understand the complexities of what you just did?!" Pike roared.

"Last night was Thursday and you couldn't wait for Friday? You have got some nerve even showing up three and a half hours late, and your completely hung-over!" He fumed at McCoy. Leonard just looked at the floor and averted his eyes.

"Detention for six weeks…" Pike chimed in. McCoy stiffened slightly Six weeks?! I knew Pike was a hard-ass but this is ridiculous!

"I'm a doctor dammit!" He pouted.

"You aren't showing the proper behavior of a doctor right about now." Pike retorted. McCoy just let out a sigh.

"I'm still human you know…" McCoy added. Pike raised an eyebrow as he got up out of his chair. McCoy followed suit. Pike grabbed the scruff of his collar and shoved him to the door.

"Get to fucking class you little shit!" Pike hissed. McCoy smiled at him then scrambled out the door. He went down the hall and glanced back. Pike was making his way back to George's classroom.

Next chapter, Jim insults Leonard's hand to hand combat skills, will our doctor prove that it's not his hand skills that Jim needs to worry about?