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Author's Note:
Ooooh my goodness, another long awaited chapter! XD I'm so sorry for making you guys all hang onto the edges of your seats, even if it gives me great joy to know I've instilled such heart-hammering anticipation in my readers. =3 I've started classes again, so it'll take me a while to keep up with my story. Thank you guys for all the support you've lent me over this story! I hope I don't disappoint!
Sorry for the short chappie! D:
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Chapter 10
Bunk-bed.
Desk.
Bunk-bed.
Desk.
"Jesus Jim, you're wearin' a rut in the carpet. Settle down and quit pacing, will ya?" Bones scowled from his bed where he was just waking up. I'd risen early today, consumed with my anxious thoughts and impromptu ideas. After spending a night with my 'prized' recording of Spock's lecture on the structural integrities of red matter, I had decided that quick action was way better than sitting around for weeks brooding until my genius brain had time to brew a marvelous scheme. I was a bonafide Kirk dammit, and we don't admit defeat with grace.
"Good Lord, how long've you been awake?" Bones rubbed his eyes and yawned, scratching like some primate as he ambled into the bathroom, starting the sonic shower. "I'm tired of seein' that crazed look of a lunatic on your face every day, when're you going to own up and go back to chasin' skirts?" Grumbling, he replicated some slop this place calls coffee and sucked it down before closing the door, hardly awake enough to wait for an answer from me.
"I swear, Bones, this is it! This is all I have to do, I just have to prove I'm the damn smartest, hard working guy here!" I raved when he came back for his second cup of coffee, adding a little nip to it, as has become his custom since starting second semester.
He snorted around the rim of his cup, "Sorry to break this to ya, Sherlock, but he's not some parent you can make proud to cover your tracks. Come on Jim-bo," Bones' tone turned pleading and he clapped me on the shoulder, "Just pray he doesn't kick ya out of Starfleet and play at the cautious side of things until graduation. M'kay?" He tidied his bed and gathered up his data chips and pad, putting them in his bag for class.
"What? No, that's the easy way out." I waved aside his comments and picked through my things for what I needed to take to class. But a hand on my arm forestalled my actions and turned me to face the somber expression of my good friend.
"Jim, he's Vulcan…they don't see past deceit easily. So unless you've got some freaky-deaky skills with voodoo or something, you're not gonna get past zero base with that walking ice-berg." Bones slapped my shoulder like his next words would cheer me up, "How 'bout I fix you up with someone tonight, huh? You haven't been out in a while. She's real nice, sweet on the patients in the infirmary. Whaddya say?" He finished dressing, sitting down to pull on his boots. "Oh." Bones blinked, looking like that wolf from roadrunner when he realizes he's been foiled again. "Unless you'd rather have that gent in our flight simulator group…?" Looking vaguely disgusted, he shook his head violently and held up his hands before I had the chance to answer, "You know what, if you ever get into shit like that with some guy, ya know…sword fights and all, if I hear one whisper of it from you, I'll slug you."
Smirking, I sneak up on him as he pulls on his uniform coat, twirling a lock of his hair around my finger, "Aw Bones, you don't want juicy details to entertain your own unfulfilled desires?" He shudders with revulsion, barely giving me reaction time to duck out of his range as he starts swinging.
"I don't know why I try doin' anything nice for you." Bones scowled, his face flushed a tomato red.
"Well, thanks for the tempting invitation anyways, but I've got some major crack-down to do if I'm going to bridge the gap." Scrambling for the door, I snag my book bag and leap over the mini fridge in my haste. If I'm going to be top of my class, I'll need only the best tutors. I can't exactly go to Spock and ask him for help, right? I mean, I could…but not until I'm sure he's not exactly mad at me. So until I can muster up a plan to lure Spock out of his shell again, I need to enlist the second best set of wits. Even if those wits are short for their age, curly-topped, and insufferably smart…
"What do you mean you're busy?" I know I probably sound like a regular old pathetic to everyone around us, but when you've got your hands fisted in the front of a kid's uniform and a Vulcan breathing down your neck for being a lying cheat, you kind of find yourself doing things you swear you wouldn't.
"I mean exactly dat, Kirk! I am beesy! Can't you ask Sulu?" Chekov hung from my grasp like one of those raggedy Andy dolls, blue eyes flitting around the crowded hall outside our last lecture.
"Oh c'mon," I snort, "What braud has agreed to a date with a kid barely out of the cradle?"
Chekov smacks my side with his book bag, "At least I not make enemies!"
I shake him around a little, holding him a few centimeters off the tiles by the front of his uniform, "C'mon man, I'm desperate!"
"So I can see." Chekov grasped my wrists, "Put me down."
"Not until you agree, I can't be so sure you won't just dart away like some snake. If I don't get my ass in gear, that stick up Spock's ass is only going to get pokier!"
"Zee only snake here eez you." Chekov grinned like a dope, but that expression fell clean off his face after his eyes focused on something over my shoulder.
Closing my eyes in self-loathing, I murmured, "He's right behind me, isn't he?"
Chekov had that terrified look on his face that spoke of wet underwear and jelly legs, nodding like a bobble-head.
Whipping around, I drug the red-head with me and put him in a head-lock, grinding my knuckles into the top of his head like my brother used to do to me, "Gotta teach the smart ones how to share, right?" I chuckle, picking up Chekov's bag off the floor and took my first look around, only to find the corridor empty and no sign of Spock at all. No Chekov either. "Why that little Russian bastard!"
And that's how I ended up wrestling a kid genius into a chair and tying him down in the Starfleet library.
"You think you're clever, don't you?" Panting, I lean over the empty seat next to an equally exhausted Chekov. "A regular old actor. Nice thing you pulled there, with the quaking knees."
"I had to learn self defense with zee jocks at my school." He gasped, resting his head on the table, hands tied together in his lap.
"I bet you were quite the slippery little nerd, huh?" Unloading my books, I glance around and catch some stiff reading an ethics book a few tables away staring at us. "What're you looking at buddy, like what you see?"
A librarian shushes us and the dude looks mortified when I smirk at Chekov for leaning way over and hissing in a low, library approved tone, "Help, I have been kidnapped by crazy Iova farm boy. He tie me up bondage style because he eez-"
"Alright, that's enough." I clap a hand down over his mouth and hold his jaw shut so he can't bite me. "We done? Ready to help me out?"
Sighing, Chekov nods gloomily, "I really did hawe plans this ewening." He sulked, perching his manacled hands under his chin with his elbows braced on the edge of the study table.
"Well, then you can reschedule. If it was a date, I have a discount card for that little Italian joint down the road you can have."
He perked up, "Really? I can hawe it?"
"Yeah, okay, sure. Now pay attention."
"You've got guts, farm boy."
"And you've got herpes, but that doesn't keep you from having a nice time." It doesn't take a Vulcan I.Q. to predict the likelihood that I would run into Uhura at this bar. She meets here with her cronies, including that Orion woman Galia, who's blowing me kisses as we speak. "What do you want now, Uhura? Everything else that's important to me? Do you want my manhood, is that what you want?" I sigh, slamming down my now empty shot glass and blinking the fuzziness out of my sleep-depraved eyes.
From the corner of my eye, I can see her face contort in distain, "God no, your manhood is the last thing I would want."
"Well, it's kinda hard to tell when you stalk me, sabotage my relationships, and mess with good people."
"Good people? And who would that be?"
"Bones."
She laughs, "I didn't touch him, he was fine. I knew he wasn't helping you out."
I look over at the big fellow beside me with hair coming out of his ears, hooking a thumb over at Uhura, "Can you believe her?" He looks at me dumbly. "So what do you want from me then? I know you wouldn't be talking to me unless there was just one more helpless mouse you wanted for lunch."
Uhura snorts, "Stop being so dramatic, was just looking out for a friend. I care for Spock, he deserved to know he wasn't getting true friends but a lying, cheating shmuck."
"Shmuck?" Now it's my turn to snort, "And what do you know of true friendship? Your closest buddy fucks anything that moves."
Uhura scowls at me, "An attribute of her race you seemed to thoroughly enjoy earlier."
"Yeah, that was before she want and dropped the 'L' bomb." I mutter around the third shot of vodka I throw back. It's all Chekov's fault for getting me hooked on it, I swear.
"That's why-?" Uhura cuts herself off in a huff and folds her arms over her chest, "Alright, that's not what I came here to talk to you about. I came to tell you to keep your dick in your pants and to stop mucking around with Spock. He's not the family cow you can hit up in the barn for a quick jolly."
I blink, "What're you talking about? I haven't talked to him since you stuck your Pinocchio nose into my business in his office."
Uhura actually looks thrown and I take immense pleasure in the look on her face, smirking as she splutters, "But he's been so distracted lately, I could have sworn you were still pestering him or something."
My brows rise in intense interest, "Oh? Distracted you say?"
She rolls her eyes, "Don't flatter yourself, he's probably just stuck under a truck load of work to do."
"That's no problem for a Vulcan. Strong emotions for a student on the other hand…"
Uhura shakes her head and puts her hand up to forestall my words, "Don't even. Just forget we even had this conversation. I know I will." Turning on her heel, she returns to her frat-girl friends and I to my drink. I shouldn't even be here, I should be up in my room studying with a flash light. Bones has banned me from studying with the lights on past midnight so I've taken to the old sheet trick. You know, where you hide from your mom with your hologamer under the covers so they can't see the light from under your door? That's me, only my guilty pleasure is a stack of books with a Property of Starfleet Academy sticker on the bindings. And what have I got to show for all my hard work over the past few weeks? A migraine that won't go away, shaky hands, no social life and the kind of exhaustion that could set a guy hyped up on twenty grams of speed in an eternal coma. There is only so much coffee can do, and it definitely doesn't prop me up like a marionette doll like it used to.
Now I'll probably go home, take a shower, and fall asleep leaning over the sink. Bones will find me the next morning with a toothbrush in my mouth and the nearly permanent tile lines from the counter imprinted on my cheek.