It turned out that Jim and Spock actually had a few classes together (it was more shocking to Nyota than to either of them). Strangely enough, they were all computer and science classes. What was even stranger was that Nyota also had the computer class with the two of them. On the first day of the class, Nyota had been first to the class, taken a seat in the front, and set up her materials in a very neat and orderly fashion (y'know, just to show off). Second to arrive was Spock, looking slightly less neat than usual and carrying a cup of steaming coffee. He sat next to Nyota, offering her the other cup of coffee that she hadn't seen him carrying. "Good morning, Spock," she offered, accepting the coffee gratefully. She didn't get a coherent response in return.

Third to arrive had been Pavel Andreievich Chekov. "Uhura!" The still-seventeen-not-quite-eighteen-year-old greeted Nyota by running at her and nearly knocking her, her chair, and her coffee over. "I did not know you were taking zis class!"

"I wasn't quite planning on it," Nyota replied, trying to pull herself out of Pavel's bear hug. "What're you doing here? I thought you had a science major."

Pavel shrugged. "No. I zought about et and decided on an engineering major. Et es strange, zough, zince et requires zis class." He colored slightly. "Hikaru is also taking this class," the blonde confided in a whisper.

Nyota nodded, having successfully extracted herself from Pavel's arms. "I'm happy for you, Pavel. I am."

Fourth to arrive was none other than Hikaru Sulu himself. "Hey, Uhura." He grinned at Nyota, which she returned before Hikaru took a seat beside Pavel. Almost immediately, they fell into a whispered conversation about whatever they normally talked about.

Slowly but surely, the majority of the class filtered into the room. One of the last people to arrive, and by far the most tired, was none other than James T. Kirk. He arrived just before the professor did, silently counting himself lucky that he'd made it in on time. The professor picked up a clipboard from his desk to which the student list was attached. In a rather dull monotonous voice, he read out the names, each student calling out their presence with varying degrees of energy. After about ten minutes of that, the professor uncapped a dry-erase marker and began writing the word 'computer' on the whiteboard behind him. "Now, can anyone tell me the purpose of this class?"

Spock and Nyota's hands flew up into the air. Nyota got chosen. "The purpose of this class is to teach today's generation about the use and purpose of computers and how to properly take advantage of computers." The professor nodded.

A muffled exclamation came from the opposite side of the room. "I'm sorry?" The professor's old eyes scanned the room for the student who had said something.

"I said, 'Ten points to Gryffindor!'," Jim repeated, picking his head up off of his desk, not even opening his eyes. Half the class erupted in giggles, being eight am and no one really being fully awake yet.

Nyota turned to look at Spock, having to bit the inside of her cheek from giggling herself, only to find her friend glaring daggers at Jim, probably to defend her response. "Would you have a different answer?"

Jim looked up at Spock, his expression still tired but his eyes like the calm before the storm. "I would just say to teach people how to use computers and skip out on all of the fancy wording that Uhura used." Spock raised an eyebrow. "Did I say something wrong?"

"It was disrespectful to Miss Uhura to make such an exclamation about her answer, which was correct."

Nyota saw what was going on a little too late. "Spock, it's fine. It was a joke. I'm fine with it."

"Apologize to her."

Jim blinked multiple times before responding. "What?"

Spock continued to look at Jim coolly as he repeated, "Apologize to Miss Uhura."

"Spock, he was joking. He didn't mean it to be rude."

"Apologize to her."

"No."

Nyota slapped her hand to her face, making her hand, her face, and her ears hurt.

Five minutes later, Spock and Jim were being escorted out of the classroom by security officers, Spock with minor bruises, and Jim with a variety of bruises and a cut lip. Oh, this was definitely going to be a long school year, the African American girl mused.

A/N: So?