AN: Hey guys i'm feeling at the top of the world today. I just got back my results for my exams and i have good scores to go into the course that i want to and yayy so i'll be updating all of my fics along with this one :) I'd say this chapter was better than the last one :) So do read on and don't forget to review! THANKS!

Chapter Four

Bilbo's hand stuck out from under the sheets, scrambling to turn off that awfully annoying sound. His hand missed and swiped the clock onto the floor where it was still ringing incessantly. He had no choice but to reach for the damned thing. Finally managing to turn it off, he sat at the edge of his bed, rubbing his eyes and then standing to stretch. He took another look at his clock, 7.15.

He quickly jumped into the shower, brushing his teeth after that and pulling a hand through his hair as he straightened his shirt. Grabbing his satchel he made a dash down the road towards the bus stop. He paused there for a moment, panting. The bus pulled to a stop and he found himself a seat, seating himself down. 7.30. He would reach the school just on time or so he hoped. He sure as hell didn't want to be punished like he had yesterday.

Though the more he taught about it, the more he seemed to like the idea. He shook his head, he must be going mad! Plugging in his headphones, Bilbo put the music on shuffle as he stared out the window of the bus. It wasn't that he didn't like Thorin Oakenshield. He had in fact had a crush on the man back when he'd first started anthropology. He'd look forward to talking to Dr. Oakenshield at the end of each lesson. Borrowing books from him and writing papers.

Bilbo hadn't minded the extra work if it meant that he would get to talk to the other, even if it was just a grunt or a snide remark. It made him smile thinking of that, towards the end, Dr. Oakenshield had opened up to him just a little more, smiling more and his conversation was more than just a few syllabic words and Bilbo had been glad. However when he had changed classes, his schedule had been tighter and he had been unable to see Thorin as of much.

Slowly he'd realized Dr. Oakenshield was ignoring him and Bilbo had done the same, after all what chance could he have then? But after his finals, he'd joined the teaching staff in the anthropology department. Bilbo had thought Thorin would be delighted but it seemed otherwise he had been so rude and so strict and so…unlike the person he had fallen for.

At the next stop, Bilbo alighted, walking into the school as he took off his headphones. When he was nearing the parking lot, his heart began pounding again, Dr. Oakenshield was there, just coming out of his sports car. Bilbo hadn't expected to be seeing him until much later when he went to look for him in the man's office. He steeled himself, pretending like it was nothing he walked up, passing his professor's car.

"Good morning Bilbo. I see you're early today, which is good," he heard Dr. Oakenshield say as the other fell into step beside him.

"I had to run for the bus. It's not something I'd like to do again…" Bilbo murmured, his hands going to fiddle with the strap of his satchel, he was a little more nervous than usual, his senses on high alert.

"You're not a morning person are you huh? You'd better learn to be one if you want to keep your job here," Dr. Oakenshield said as they stepped into the office, checking in to work.

"Bilbo Baggins!" came the voice, old and wise, Bilbo smiled at that.

"Gandalf!" he said smiling as the older man walked out from the room behind, papers in his hand.

"You came in early I see," Gandalf said his face crinkling as he smiled.

"I was forced to," Bilbo said looking to Dr. Oakenshield.

Gandalf smiled knowingly, "You should listen to your superiors. It would be better if you did. How has the marking been going?"

"Well. It's been good. I've almost finished actually, though I'll need Dr. Oakenshield's approval on all of them."

"Working overtime then? Well rum along then, you won't want to be staying late," Gandalf said returning to the photocopying machine in the back.

Bilbo left the office with Dr. Oakenshield at his side. The tense silence making him all the more nervous as his stomach began to churn. Upon reaching Dr. Oakenshield's office, he held the door open for Bilbo and let him in. Bilbo stood there not knowing what to do as he watched the other take off his jacket and set up his things. Then Dr. Oakenshield motioned for him to sit as he looked through the scripts that he had marked yesterday.

"Here, just double check these and get back to me with the rest when you're done. I expect them here tonight, we need to collate the scores and key them into the system after that. So get those marked quickly," Dr. Oakenshield told him, then turned to his computer and began typing on it.

Bilbo took the stack that he had to look through again and then he left Dr. Oakenshield's office, slowly closing the door. He headed back down to his classroom, the papers still on the desk. This would last him till late that night…he counted the remaining papers a hundred and ten scripts left and another fifteen that he needed to look through again. Setting his satchel on the back of the chair and taking off his jacket he began his long day of tedious marking.

When Bilbo next looked up, it was dark outside. He had finally finished marking all the scripts and had just two or three more to check through. His stomach growled as if in protest to him wanting to check through the last few. He reached for the packet of chip's that he'd gotten for lunch, eating the last of it and then taking the last sip of the cold coffee he'd bought. Just awhile more then maybe he could head out for a late dinner at some restaurant or something before going home.

There was a knock on his door just when he was about to start checking on the very last paper, Bilbo looked towards the door, cracking his neck in the process as he loosened up his stiff body.

"Bilbo, you're still here?" came Gandalf's voice as the grey head peeked into the room.

"Last paper then I'm going home and spending the weekend sleeping," Bilbo said, cracking his fingers as well.

"Thorin's still in, you've still got to run the papers by him don't you?" Gandalf reminded him.

"Yes. I just hope he accepts them all and lets me go home," Bilbo replied.

Then Gandalf nodded giving him another smile before he left.

Bilbo ran through the last of the script that he was marking, bundling up the papers, he cleared his mess, grabbed his phone and headed off for Dr. Oakenshield's office. Knocking softly he entered and found the man reading through the other scripts.

"I've completed the rest," Bilbo said taking a seat in the chair, catching a glimpse of the time on the clock, it was about 9.30 already.

"Let me check them," he said to which Bilbo willingly handed over the scripts. It took a while more for Dr. Oakenshield to check through the rest of the papers and just halfway through Bilbo's stomach rumbled again.

"You must be hungry. I'll take you out to dinner after this. Just wait awhile more," Dr. Oakenshield said.

"N-No. It's alright, I can take a bus back to my place and get something there," Bilbo lied, truth was he knew the eateries near his home were long since closed and he didn't want to eat dinner with Dr. Oakenshield only because he would be rendered totally speechless in his nervous attempt to try to act normal and the fact that he didn't want Dr. Oakenshield to end up treating him for dinner which would just likely be the outcome of it.

"You'd have to wait a long time. Don't be stubborn, I'll just take you for dinner and then drop you back home. It's late anyway and busses aren't so frequent around this time," Thorin answered.

Bilbo nodded, "Thank you then…" he said, his cheeks heating at the thought of him and Thorin being alone.

Once Thorin had finished checking through the scripts he led Bilbo out to his car, he held open the door for him and let the younger man in before going in on the other side.

"Music?" he asked as he started up the car.

"Um…sure…I'm fine with anything…" Bilbo said, adjusting his satchel on his lap and buckling himself into the seat.

Thorin smirked turning on the music he drove out of the school. The ride was quiet as the two sat in the car. Bilbo was trying to control his pounding heart wondering when they would arrive. The car smelled like Thorin himself with a slightly strong smell of the cologne that he used.

"We're here," Thorin said, cutting the engine and getting out of the car.

Bilbo followed suit, seeing that they had arrived at a pub. It was probably the only place open now that would serve food and drinks and as Bilbo followed Thorin inside the pounding music could be heard in the recesses of the club, they took their seat in a booth near the back and ordered food and drinks.

Once the waitress left Bilbo began to feel nervous again, looking at anywhere but at Dr. Oakenshield. He could feel the other's blue eyes watching him with a curious gaze and Bilbo dared to look back only once to smile at him just a bit before going back to looking at the menu and special offers.

'10 shots to earn yourself a free dinner,' Bilbo's eyes sparkled at that. He had an idea forming in his head on just how he would help to save Dr. Oakenshield's money and in turn, sort of repay him for the dinner.

AN: So we're gonna have some drunk Bilbo in the next chapter! Stay tuned guys!