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Disclaimer- sadly not mine.

Warnings- Mental Health issues mentioned.

Spock, it seemed, was staying in the room next to Jim and Leonard, which- to Jim's smugness- gave him the perfect excuse to try and befriend this obviously socially inept man.

After dinner on that first evening, instead of unpacking, Jim was nocking on the poor mans door, trying to show him a book on mathematics.

"Come on! Open up! I know you are in there. Do you like maths? I do. I have a book on algebraic manipulation. I know you like maths, you had the formula for something written on your arms." McCoy sighed, and looked down at his friend, who was sitting in front of the door, staring at it intently.

"Kid. Has it ever registered that maybe he did doesn't want to talk?" Jim cocked his head in thought. "No."

"Well maybe it should. He will be damaged too Jim, we don't know what happened to him. Leave the poor man alone." And it was at this moment the door clicked open, much to Jim's delight, revealing the man behind it. "You said you had a book on algebraic formula."

Jim beamed at the man, and thrust a book in his face. "Indeed I do Spock!" He pushed past the man, and into his apparent. McCoy simply raised his eyebrow, but followed his blond-haired friend, muttering something about babysitting. Spock closed the door, and Bones could instantly tell the flat was more tidy then theirs. Such a tidiness, it could be bordering on OCD. Knowing this place, it probably was.

"Look! Isnt it a cool book! It was part of my degree, i had to learn all this stuff for my job!" Jim grinned, having sat himself down on the brown couch.

"I agree it does look fascinating." Spock replied. McCoy, not really having any idea what the two were going on about, started to wander around the room, surveying its contents. There were lots of books- so a long term stay then. McCoy wondered what Spock was here for- anorexia maybe? He was delighted to hear Kirk and Spock chatting, deep in conversation about Jim's book. He quietly shuffled over, and sat on the side of the couch. Jim smiled briefly up at him, and affectionately nudged his head into the doctors stomach, before pointing out more equations to his new friend.

If McCoy, in the future, got out of this (and he wasn't sure he would) this would be the moment that he would pin down to the start of his repair. Sitting there, in the warmth of his friend, he felt truly content for the first time in months. Everything else, all the usual whispers and screaming in his head seemed to melt away, and he forgot about the outside world- outside that room. It felt good. Good to be free once again and the doctor savoured the moment, trying to cling onto it. He smiled, and felt his friend smile beneath him too.

XXX

Once finished in Spock's apartment, the two men sleepily trudged into their shared dormitory. To tell the truth, Bones was a tad excited He felt once again like a school boy at university, and grinned at the memories that were about to made. Jim, however was not as subtle with his excitement, and practically bounced around their room, clearly feeling better.

Once finished in the shower, McCoy- still dripping shuffled awkwardly into the cramped room, and let out a low chuckle. Sitting directly in the middle of his bed, Jim sat crosslegged, staring intently at the door from which Leonard had just emerged. He was wearing black pyjamas, with (in hot pink-of course) had the saying "Don't hate me coz I'm pretty" written on them.

"Really Jim?" The doctor grinned, pretending to be unimpressed. The innocent blond however just cocked his head and smirked. "Got a problem Bones?" The doctor shook his head and changed into his sleeping top which Joanna had given him- (reading 'Thats Doctor Dad to you!") along with black shorts. He walked over to his bed and got in, wincing at the texture of the mattress. It was a good thing he didn't plan on being here long- it was not at all to his liking.

Jim too buried under his covers, much like a mole, until there was only a small tuft of golden hair to be seen. The doctor once again smiled.

"Night Bonsey, see you tomorrow!" He yawned, before turning to face the doctor. Leonard smiled one last time at his friend, before turning off the light. Soon, little snores could be heard from both beds, as the two friends had the first decent nights sleep in weeks.

XXX

Leonard McCoy was not a morning person. It was that simple. Never had been, never would be. And this morning was no different.

The faint drizzle of rain could be heard falling outside, and despite the time, both Kirk and McCoy were still fast asleep. Alot can be told from a person by the position they sleep in, and the boys were no different.

Jim was thrown all over the sheets, mouth wide open, dribble all over his pillow. One leg was hanging dangerously close to the edge, while another one of his arms, was rammed in his mouth.

Leonard McCoy however, slept very differently. He was curled up like a hedgehog, dark hair flopping over his eyes, and took up very little space in the grand bed. They could not contrast more if they tried. The haven however, was soon to be disrupted.

The bell for breakfast sounded its cry, and Jim screamed loudly before sitting bolt upright. Leonard however, just let out an inhuman moan, and snuggled further under the duvet. "Don't wanna get upppp..." he groaned.

Jim- still recovering from his fright, rolled out of bed and shuffled towards the shower.

"I want food, so Im getting up." He grinned.

"Coffee." Leonard moaned, and chucked the duvet off himself. He practically crawled to the sink to shave, and squinted at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.

"How did you sleep Bonsey?" Jim smiled, as he stepped behind the screen to change.

"Not bad actually. Not bad." The doctor contemplated. "You?"

"Good. Bones, can you work this shower?" Much to McCoy's humour, Jim stepped out from behind the screen, with a towel rapped around his hips and a hot pink shower cap. "What is it with you and pink Jim?" Jim put on a mock offended look, and sighed.

"Fashion Bones, fashion." Leonard just laughed.

XXX

Once the friends had spent nearly ten minutes trying to get the shower working- ("Im a doctor damnit- not a plumber!") they changed extremely quickly, and ran down the stairs and into the grand mess room. Breakfast didn't actually look that bad, so Jim and McCoy both got some, and coffee of course. Spock looked up expectantly, and Jim waved. They went and sat down with him,

"You are eating today I see James." Spock nodded at Jim. Jim gushed, and looked down at the floor. "Thats good." Bones, seeing his friends discomfort, changed the subject.

"Well. What do we have to do here. I mean, we must have to go to some classes or something." Spock nodded again. "Yes, there are three main Scott- or better known as Scottie to his patients- deals with suicide attempts and self harm, Dr Sulu deals with addiction- and Dr Pike- Chris to his friends- deals with traumatisation, and post traumatic stress. No-one is assigned to a class, you simply turn up at the one you wish. Jim nodded, and looked over at his friend, who wore a concerned look.

"Bones? What are we going to do?" The Doctor thought, and sniffed. "Im gunna go to Dr Pike, but Jim, you go where you like. No body will judge you- ok?" Jim nodded and gazed out the window, in thaught. "I know Bones. I just cant help but think I am in well over my depth here. What if I can't get fixed?" He whispered in a hush, barely audible. "You will Jim. So will I. This place will fix us- it has to."