Jim and Bones ended up just sitting at the bar, observing the club. After all, that is what Admiral Pike told them to do- observe, and see what they notice.

But soon enough they were approached by a man. He was a large man, with a mostly-bald head, red button-up shirt, and black pants. He exuded self-importance. Jim immediately didn't like him.

"What can I do you for, Cupcake?"

The man frowned, looming over the seated Jim. "My name is Mr. Hensdorff. I was wondering if you're interested in buying anything, or if you're just admiring the view." He motioned to the two dancers still on stage.

Jim frowned. "What'd you mean, buy something, Cupcake? We've bought drinks- ohhh, you mean like pay for a stripper?"

Bones remembered why he didn't go into clubs with Jim.

"A stripper or a prostitute." Mr. Hensdorff said. "We have a rather large selection."

Jim shook his head. "Not interested. Sorry."

An irritated look passed over Mr. Hensdorff's face, before he left. Jim rolled his eyes. "Hey Bones, you wanna get outta here?" When there was no response, he turned towards his friend. "Bones- oh god. That's her, isn't it."

Bones nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving the woman leaning against the bar. She wasn't the prettiest of women, with too much makeup, bleached blond hair, and too-tight clothes, but she wasn't unattractive.

That, however, wasn't the problem.

The problem was that she was Jocelyn Treadway, Bones's ex-wife.

The show wasn't too bad, all things considered.

But as soon as Spock and Khan saw Marcus's face they knew he was upset with it.

Which did not bode well for their night.

"When I say I want a performance I want a good one, not some half-assed thing. What the hell was that?" Was the first thing out of Marcus's mouth once they were backstage.

Khan glared at the walls, the floor- anything but Marcus- while Spock simply raised an eyebrow. "You could not logically expect us to be at our top performance level when we had absolutely no time to practice with our new outfits, could you?"

Marcus glared at Spock, before allowing a smirk at slip onto his face. "Well it doesn't matter now. Both of you have costumers tonight. Spock, Nero's back from business. Khan, Clay Treadway's here. When he's done, come by my room." Marcus glanced between the two of them. "You have a half an hour to get yourselves ready."

Their room was a mess, clothing everywhere. Spock knew someone would eventually come clean it up, but that didn't mean it didn't bother him.

"Khan…" He sighed.

Khan was glaring mutinously at his closet, his arms crossed, the clothing he had dumped out strewn across the room. Chairs, the floor, their vanities- everything was covered in clothing.

"Impress him. How the fuck do I impress him?" Khan snarled, turning his glare towards Spock. However, taking in Spock's outfit, his gaze softened. "Sorry." He said quietly.

Spock nodded. "It's fine." He glanced down at his outfit, leaning back on the door. He was wearing tight, black leather pants, and a large white shirt- so big it was falling off his shoulder, revealing his collarbone. Just like Nero liked. "What about that purple shirt?"

"Isn't it yours?" Khan asked, staring angrily at his closet.

"Yes, but you can borrow it if you like." Spock smiled at Khan, walking over to where he was and pulling him away from the closet. "Come on. I'll help you find your shoes in this mess."

She hadn't seen them yet, Jim knew, but it didn't stop him from being on edge. He would have just made them leave, except that when he tried Bones pointed out that he still owed Admiral Pike and that "really, it was fine, I am a grown man after all". But Jim knew it wasn't fine.

It was never fine. Not when Jocelyn was involved. Jocelyn, who had cheated on Bones for years before finally breaking it off with him. Jocelyn, who the very same day she finalized the divorce got married to Clay Treadway.

Jocelyn, who Jim swore he would break his rule of no hitting girls to beat the shit out of for the shit she had done to his best friend.

But no, Bones had to go and convince him that they needed to stay for Pike. So now they were sitting at the bar, observing, both silently praying that Jocelyn wouldn't notice them.

Of course, the world is never that kind.

"Leonard?"

When Spock got back to their room, it was clean, orderly, and empty. He had a brief moment of relief- he was exhausted and didn't really feel like talking- but at the same time..not really concerned, more…pitying. He knew why Khan wasn't back yet- knew exactly where Khan was.

Not that there was anything he could do about it. He peeled off his white shirt, then held it in front of him, judging it's state. With a little help from Christine it would probably be salvageable. Maybe. He glanced at the tears again before shaking his head. Most likely not. He folded it neatly- even in his exhaustion he required neatness- before setting it on his vanity. He'd give it to her anyway- she'd probably be able to do something with it.

He then peeled off his leather pants, setting them on the vanity as he went looking for a pair of sweatpants. Finding a pair- he wasn't sure who's, not that it mattered- he pulled them on, grabbed a black t-shirt, and dressed himself, before turning towards the pants. He'd liked those pants. Of course, while leather is hard to rip, it's not match for a knife. He picked them up gingerly, turning them in his hands. Maybe there were salvageable. Maybe that was just wishful thinking.

He folded them and set them next to the shirt, resolving to take his- and Khan's- clothes to Christine tomorrow to be fixed. He then sat down at his vanity, staring at his face.

The makeup was smudged. His hair was a mess. He looked thoroughly fucked. And that was not acceptable.

He pulled out his bottle of makeup remover and set about fixing everything, running his hand through his hair. His hand was pushed aside, though, and a brush started fixing it.

"Hello, Khan." He said softly. There was no response, but it didn't bother him. This was normal. Normal was Khan needing something to distract him and Spock happily complying.

Normal was this.

A/N: HENDORFF IS CUPCAKE'S REAL NAME. HENDORFF IS CUPCAKE. I REPEAT. HENDORFF IS CUPCAKE. I googled it.

Johanna is not Bones's daughter in this- her actually being Clay's kid.

Anyways….I know I spent a long time writing Spock doing basic things- like changing and stuff- but I need you guys to understand- he's not looking to escape his life. Neither is Khan. They don't think there is an escape. And so they go about their normal routines.