Roller-skating how illogical

Chapter 11

Disclaimer: I don't own the wondrous star trek or any characters or rights…blah blah blah obviousness

Some stuff actually happens…ooh shocking

MANY MANY THANKS TO MELODIE4894 FOR BETAING THIS CHAPTER FOR ME MUCH LOVE MEL X

The Doctor moved away from the bed, leaving Jim to reel at the fact that Robbie was right in front of him. He looked at the chart and saw that he was beaten up in a park San Francisco. Jim really wanted to find the person that had hurt Robbie and give them a pat on the back. But all he wanted right at that moment was to be as far away from Robbie as possible.

He backed out of the ward and crashed into his friend Pavel Chekov.

"Hey, sorry, man. I didn't see you there. My mind's a little shaken up after what I've just seen." Jim gushed, helping Chekov up, and then helping pick up the Russian boy's books.

"Do not vorry, jim. I vas not looking vhere I vas going either. Too many books to carry." Chekov replied, chuckling and arranging the books in a pile so they were easy to carry.

"Let me help you; I've got all afternoon free thanks to this little baby." Jim responded, tapping the plaster cast with his knuckles and grabbing half the books from the 13 year old.

"If you do not mind zat vould be wery helpful, zank you." The Russian responded, walking towards his navigation lecture. Jim kept in step with him, and they talked about their physics assignments and the new physics lecturer that would be teaching them in the next week.

"Zank you Jim. I vill see you in ze physics seminar later." Chekov said once they reached the lecture hall.

"You're welcome. Yeah, see you later dude. Hey is Bones in the room?" Jim said, patting Chekov's shoulder and smiling, handing over the books and balancing them on the kid's already-large collection.

"Yes Jim, he vas just going into your room ven I was on my vay here." the boy answered as he made his way into the room to join all the other cadets.

"Cool, thanks." Jim called out as he made his way down the corridor and out into the courtyard. He walked towards his dorm room that he shared with his doctor friend. Jim wanted to curl up in bed and forget Robbie's scarred bloodied face, that image, coupled with the memories from that horrific incident all those years ago was driving him insane.

Bones was sitting on his bunk, three books spread out in front of him as he valiantly tried to revise for a module exam he had in three days. He was having trouble doing so because the girls in the room next door were watching a very loud romantic comedy and drinking and giggling a lot. The boys on the other side were having what sounded like a frat party with keg stands and jock's being loud and lecherous. Apparently there was some sports game on the TV that was very important. He sighed for the hundredth time and tried to focus on the ten variations of Romulan and Klingon forehead-ridge formations. He had been reading that same page for 20 minutes already.

This was when Jim came into the room and flopped down on his own bunk, sighing heavily.

"You got your arm sorted out then?" Bones muttered looking up from his books as the young cadet came into the room. Jim smiled at him and nodded.

"Yeah, all bandaged up." He replied, removing his cadet uniform and changing into a plain white t shirt, grey low-rider jogging bottoms and a dark blue Starfleet hoodie.

"You look really pale, are you okay? Has something happened?" The doctor asked, pushing his revision aside and turning to look at the blonde. Jim saw that Bones looked like he was about to reach for his med bag. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed again.

"Nah, I'm fine really. Just had a little blast from the past that threw me off my game." He replied, grimacing lightly as he recalled the memory of being a teenager and being forced to his knees by the same man that was now lying in the hospital wing.

"Really? Wanna talk about it?" McCoy asked, frowning a little at the bitter tone Jim was using.

Jim debated if telling him was the best idea. He looked into the green-brown eyes of his friend and felt a little reassured.

"I just ran into this guy that…uh…hurt me when I was a kid. He's in the hospital wing all beaten up. And it all came flooding back to me when I saw him. No big deal though, Bones." He replied, lying back on his bed and closing his eyes trying to forget the memories that kept pouring into his mind.

"Well, as long as you're alright, kid." The doctor said, standing up and patting Jim on the shoulder.

"You want some Bourbon? I was just going to have some." Bones asked, moving to the kitchen and retrieving the alcohol from the top of the cupboard.

"Hell yeah; I'd love some, cheers man." Jim replied, feeling as if alcohol could really be the answer to all life's problems: heartbreak, horrific memories, abandonment. Alcohol was a beautiful substitute for actually having to deal with problems.

Jim made his way to his physics seminar, chatting to Chekov as they waited for their tutor to arrive. The seminar itself was interesting - the tutor was teaching them about Quantum Physics which both he and Chekov easily got their heads around (thanks to the tutor taking them through it really slowly and explaining it in the simplest way). The rest of the class found it less easy to understand; Chekov got up in front of the class and drew an example on the board which helped the rest of the students. Jim was jealous of the fact that the Russian had that much confidence and he was only 13. At his age jim didn't have half as much confidence, let alone being able to move from his country to America and being surrounded by people that were years older than you.

He felt a wave of pride as Chekov explained how Quantum Physics worked.

After the seminar ended they walked back to Jim and Bones' room. Chekov often hung out in their room as he lived just down the hall and they had a lot of their subjects in common.

"How's your English class going? I was speaking to this Orion girl in my chemistry class and she said the lecturer was really good." Jim asked, as they turned the corridor and made their way out into the evening air.

"It iz going wery vell, zank you. I am finding it difficult to understand a lot of ze euphemisms and sayings zat you eenglish use though. Ze professor is wery good at understanding zat we do not understand, so he helps us." Chekov explained; his Russian accent very thick as usual. Jim had come to terms with changing the appropriate letters in his head and found that he understood him perfectly most of the time.

"Ah right, that's cool. Who is it that teaches it? Longbourne? Or Michelson?" Jim asked, as they made their way along the corridor. They came to a stop outside their dorm room, while Jim fumbled in his pocket for the keys. He could knock, but Bones was probably busy revising, or drinking and Jim didn't want to disturb his friend.

"He is ze wulcan professor, vith ze pale skin, dark hair and pointed ears. I cannot remember his name. Ve don't really use his real name in the lectures. He iz also wery young to be being a professor, Jim." Chekov retorted as Jim sat on his bed, and the Russian sat in his desk char, both of them moving as quietly as possible as the doctor was asleep leaning on his desk with his head resting on his arms. The same revision books were splayed around the desk and the bed and the floor.

"A vulcan? Like a Vulcan, Vulcan? But they hardly ever branch out from their own academies." Jim asked, a little confused by Chekov's answer. The Russian looked up at him and nodded.

"Definitely a wulcan, Jim. He ewen spoke to us in his own language." Chekov vehemently assured. Jim frowned.

"That must be one strong-minded Vulcan to…oh my god! It could be… I mean I did leave that application form in the envelope…could it really be? It wasn't totally impossible…" Jim followed and verbalised his train of thought, to an utterly perplexed Chekov.

"Vat are you talking about, Jim? Could be who?" the Russian asked, raising his eyebrows as Jim had stood up and started pacing.

"Can you really not remember his name? Just his first name? He must've told you?"

Jim pleaded, looking into Chekov's grey-blue eyes desperately.

"Professor…uh…it vas something strange…um Spock! Yes Spock! Zat vas it!" the boy answered, smiling widely. Jim's brain had malfunctioned. Spock. Spock was here, in Starfleet, this was just too crazy. He wanted to find the Vulcan, to hug him and slap him at the same time. To demand an explanation, before kissing him hard. He really just needed to see Spock for himself. Just to look into those dark eyes again.

"Hey, sorry Chekov, but I've just remembered I've got to ask one of my lecturers a question about an assignment, and I need to do it tonight before I have to hand it in tomorrow. I'm really sorry. You're welcome to crash here if you want, or you can let yourself out? I've really gotta go. Sorry. Thanks." Jim said in a hurry, as he ran his fingers through his hair and walked towards the door.

"Jim? Oh right. No zat is fine; sounds important. I vill see you in physics tomorrow?" Chekov called, to a fast retreating Jim.

"Yeah, I'll be there." Jim shouted back, as he ran along the corridor and down the stairwell. His mind was reeling and his heart beating rapidly in his ribcage. He wondered if Spock would remember him, or if the Vulcan really gave a crap at all. A lot had happened since that week in Iowa. He slowed down when he walked through the door to the teaching block. The staff room was at the end of the long corridor, it seemed to take an age to make his way there. Spock, the Vulcan he had fallen in love with, could be sitting in the staffroom. Spock who he thought he would never see again. Spock, the same Spock who it had taken a lot of painful sex and strong alcohol to drive from his mind. Sitting yards away unknowing that Jim was here too.

He stood outside the door, raising his hand to knock on the wood. His heart was beating double time and he could feel butterflies in his stomach. He heard himself knock rather than actually feeling it, his hands were shaking and his whole body felt numb.

The door opened to reveal Professor Christopher Pike. Jim liked Pike, he had gotten on with him from the first chemistry lecture they'd had together. Pike had known Jim's father, George Kirk and they often had conversations about him and his mother and how he'd taught them when they'd applied to the fleet.

"Hey there, Jim. How's it going, son?" Pike asked, smiling at Jim. Jim found his voice and smiled back.

"Yeah, good thanks sir. You?" he said, taking a deep breath and relaxing slightly, leaning against the doorframe.

"Fine thanks, just started marking those your chemistry assignment this morning, I couldn't finish it before I had to dash to my 11:00 seminar with some third years. What I read was top class though Jimmy!" Pike responded, patting Jim on the shoulder.

"Assignment? …oh yeah, thanks sir. I was wondering if I could talk to Sp-Professor Spock. I need to ask him about an assignment?" Jim asked as a silence settled between the professor and himself.

"Sure, I'll just get him." Pike said turning and walking away, leaving Jim to stare at the wooden door and let his nerves drown him. The door handle turned and it opened to reveal Spock wearing a professor uniform and looking as hot as he had all those months ago in Iowa.

Before Spock could say a word Jim took hold of the Vulcan's wrist and pulled him towards a closet that was situated down the corridor a little way. He wrenched the door open and pushed Spock inside, following him. He closed the door behind him and pulled the light switch. They were bathed in a dim light but it was definitely Spock alright. No mistaking.

"Spock! Fucking hell! It really is you! I didn't believe it when Chekov said your name so I came here to double check." Jim said, his heart beating faster again. Both of them were standing in utter awe and disbelief.

"Jim…I cannot believe…this is…you are here?" Spock stuttered out, his hands reaching forward to hold onto Jim, but he stepped back until he was out of reach. Jim saw disappointment and hurt flicker in Spock's eyes as they glistened in the low light.

"Yeah, I am here spock. Not that it matters to you anyway." Jim said back coldly, watching as Spock's hands drop back to rest at his sides.

"Jim? What do you mean by that?" Spock asked the pain evident in his voice as he took a step closer. Jim hated that the closet was so small and so full of cleaning products. The enclosed space didn't allow him to take a step away from Spock. He needed to stay focused, to keep his mind clear. He didn't want to be drawn back into the Vulcan's trap. He'd fallen into it before in Iowa, and he'd fallen hard. He needed to focus on what he'd kept bottled up while Spock had been gone. All the things he'd wanted to say; that he would've said had he had the courage to call Spock.

"You went back home and you forgot about me, you didn't call me. You abandoned me Spock! You said you loved me and that you'd never forget me. But you did." Jim said, flopping down on an upturned bucket as he felt tears sting the corners of his eyes. Spock's face had crumpled as Jim had been accusing him.

The Vulcan sat down on the floor next to the bucket, about a foot away from Jim as to give him his much-wanted space.

"I did not abandon you, Jim. Not willingly." Spock said quietly, sighing heavily. Jim looked up from where his head was resting on his arms.

"What does that mean?" Jim asked, all previous venom gone from his voice as Spock's statement spiked his curiosity.

"When I arrived back on Vulcan I told my father what had happened between us. That I loved you and that I had been changed by our experiences in Iowa. He rejected this and forced me to carry on my education and focus on going to the Vulcan Science Academy. He told me I was foolish to believe I loved you; that I was degrading myself. He took my communicator away from me, and I could not find any other ways to contact you. He kept me under almost 24 hour surveillance." Spock explained, with each word Jim became more interested and shocked.

"Your father stopped you from contacting me?" Jim asked meekly, feeling awful for accusing Spock.

"Yes, Jim. I was able to free myself by coming to Starfleet. I would like to thank you for putting that Starfleet application in with the letter you wrote." Spock replied, shuffling a little closer to Jim.

"You're welcome. I'm glad you decided to come here. But after you came here why didn't you call me then? You must have been here at least a year or so for you to already be a professor, right?" Jim asked, thinking over what Spock was saying.

"I wanted to contact you. I dialled your number multiple times and then hung up. I did not want you to hate me. I knew you would feel angry at me for not contacting you. I could not stand to know that I had upset you. Besides, I did come to Iowa to explain everything to you." Spock looked into Jim's face at this point. He wanted Jim to trust him again; to know that he was telling the truth.

"You were in Iowa? Why didn't you come and see me?" Jim asked, turning so he was facing Spock completely. If he had been so close why hadn't he visited? Was he really that scared Jim would reject him?

"I had every intention of visiting your home. I went into a bar to ready myself to see you, and you were there with your brother and your friend. I was just about to go over and talk to you when your brother told me that I shouldn't. He said that I'd already hurt you enough, and that I should leave and not come back. I know that you are close to your family and that they have your best interests at heart. So I took his advice. Perhaps I was wrong to do so. I should have fought to see you, Jim." Spock said his voice quiet. Jim was sitting with his mouth agape. His brother had told Spock to stay away. He had been less than a foot away and Sam had told him to leave?

"He told you to leave me alone? To stay away?" Jim asked frowning at Spock's admission. Spock nodded solemnly; he placed a hand on Jim's knee and looked into his conflicted blue eyes.

"Jim, I did not abandon you. I am sorry that that is what you have thought for so long. I suppose that I should have tried harder, should have listened to what I wanted rather than to other people." Spock replied dejectedly. He made to stand up and leave the closet but Jim grabbed his wrist to stop him.

"I'm sorry for hurting you, and for not contacting you. I understand that you- Before Spock could finish his sentence Jim was pushing him against the door and kissing him hard on the mouth.

"I'm the one who should be sorry! I didn't realise all the crap you'd been through back on Vulcan. And here I am shouting at you and blaming you. None of this is your fault. I should've been less selfish, I should've called you. Can you forgive me?" Jim said, pulling back from the kiss and running his hands down Spock's sides.

"Of course I forgive you, Jim. I love you, none of that matters now." Spock replied, hugging Jim tight to his chest and running a hand through the human's blonde hair.

"I love you too, Spock." Jim whispered, holding just as tightly to Spock. It was amazing that he was back in Spock's warm, loving embrace. He thought he'd never see the Vulcan again. So to be hugging him and kissing him and hearing him talk was mind-blowing. They stayed that way for what seemed like ages, not saying anything or wanting to move; just enjoying being back together.

"Hey, Spock?" Jim asked after a while. Spock lifted his head from Jim's shoulder and searched Jim's face with his chocolate eyes.

"Yes, my love?" Spock murmured.

"Do you live on campus? Or have you got a place in the city?" Jim ran his hand over the back of Spock's head and ghosted his fingers over the point of the Vulcan's ear. He enjoyed the way the Vulcan turned into putty at the simple touch; his eyelids closed and he leaned into the warm hand.

"I…uh...I live on campus. Why?" Spock replied, his voice a little husky. Jim smiled his dazzling smile and Spock felt his insides flutter.

"Well, I was just wondering about where we were going to have the really hot reunion sex. This closet is a little too small and a little too close to the staff room for that kind of thing, don't you think?" Jim chuckled, leaning forward and kissing Spock again.

"Let us leave here, Jim. My accommodation is not far from here. I have finished teaching for the day; therefore I have the entire evening free." Spock replied, raising a dark eyebrow.

"Perfect." Jim said, walking out of the closet with Spock following behind. They walked to Spock's apartment in comfortable silence. Both of them were still reeling that the person they had been constantly thinking about had been so close all this time.

"Oh, hey, there was something I found out the other day that I wanted to tell you. You remember me telling you about Robbie Anderson? Well I was in the hospital the other day, getting my arm bandaged up" Jim paused to show Spock his plaster cast from underneath the sleeve of his hoodie. They had arrived just outside the building and Spock needed his key card to get inside.

"And I was wandering around the place waiting for the plaster to dry and I came across him all beaten up in a hospital bed. Isn't that crazy? I really want to find the person who did it and give them a pat on the back." Jim turned around to look at Spock; he saw that the Vulcan looked a little guilty. Then it hit him. One of the only people that knew about what Robbie Anderson had done to him was Spock. And he'd read about superior strength and the over-ruling of emotions when vulcans were concerned. But was it actually true?

"Oh my God! Did you really- I mean, it was you? Wow Spock I can't-" Jim stuttered, his mind blown by the fact that Spock could've done this.

"Yes Jim. It was I who harmed him. I saw him jogging and I could not stop the anger that rose within me; all I could see was the way he treated you. I believe I got a little carried away." Spock explained, blushing light green. Jim followed the Vulcan into his apartment, looking around happily at the spacey flat.

Spock sat on the sofa, frowning lightly. Jim sat on his lap and placed a light kiss on his furrowed brow.

"Jim, I could not be in Robbie's vicinity. I had to force him to leave Starfleet; it took a lot of blood on my hands before he would promise this." Spock continued, placing his hands on Jim's hips. Jim's face crumpled up and he noticeably moved backwards as Spock mentioned the blood.

"Are you afraid of me? I was only violent because I had a reason to be; I would never dream of-" Jim placed his fingers over Spock's lips to stem his speech.

"Afraid? No. turned on when I probably shouldn't be? Yes. Completely touched by your loyalty to me? Hell yes! Enough talking; let's move this to the bedroom, huh?" Jim said in a low voice, standing up and pulling Spock up by his hands, he dragged the Vulcan into the bedroom and pushed him onto his own bed, smirking as he crawled over his body.

He straddled Spock and kissed him hard on the mouth, loving the feeling of Spock's rough tongue sliding over his own. Spock let out a strangled moan as Jim wiggled his hips, rubbing their erections together.

"God! I've missed you, Spock." Jim murmured, unfastening Spock's uniform jacket button by button. It was soon gone as well as the grey undershirt. It was awkward to work Spock's clothes off with his arm plastered, but he managed to roll with it.

Within a few minutes they were only wearing their underwear; their clothes scattered around the floor.

"Mmm; so fucking hot!" Jim said, kissing his way along Spock's jaw and down to suckling his collarbone and earlobe, listening to the keen whines his Vulcan was emitting. He licked and sucked the hardening nipples individually too, before kissing his way down hardened abs and dipping his tongue in the bellybutton.

He looked up at Spock with blue eyes that were darkened by lust. Spock nodded in answer to the look, lifting his hips as Jim removed the Vulcan's straining boxers. Their removal revealed Spock's hard weeping cock to the warm air, before he could even adjust Jim was swirling his deft tongue around the head and lapping at the pre-cum. He took the length all the way into his mouth, his tongue still swirling around and stroking the shaft. Spock tipped his head back against the pillows, his eyes fluttering at the feeling.

Jim continued to bob his head up and down the erection, Spock moaning with every miniscule movement the blonde head between his legs made. He could feel pleasure pooling in his abdomen, as if a coil was to be released any second. And then the mouth and lips and tongue were withdrawn, leaving Spock wanting and looking disappointed and desperate.

"Sorry baby, I can't let you come yet. I know you're tired and you really need to come, but it's going to get better, I promise. Just bear with me, alright?" Jim whispered, kissing Spock's forehead and walking into the bathroom of the apartment.

"Condoms? Lube? Where in the bathroom are these things? Cabinet? Under the sink? Maybe not in the bathroom at all?" Jim called out to a panting Spock.

"T-top shelf of the ca-cabinet fo the lubricant. The condoms are in the d-drawer by my bed." Spock replied, sitting up slightly to watch Jim move around his flat.

"Cool, thanks love." Jim returned, reaching into the drawer and pulling out condoms and twirling the bottle of lube between his fingers. He squirted some of the latter onto his fingers and placed them at Spock's entrance, hearing the Vulcan hiss in anticipation.

"'s gonna be okay, I'll go slow; I promise." Jim said against Spock's parted lips. He pushed one finger inside Spock, kissing him again to soothe the pain. He pressed it completely inside, stroking his prostate easily and hearing the subsequent gasp and moan.

"There you go…totally worth it, right?" Jim asked, running his free hand over the back of Spock's head. Spock nodded and mouthed the word yes as Jim inserted a second and then a third finger, stretching and scissoring to prepare his lovely Vulcan.

"J-Jim…I love you. I'm sorry that we lost contact…I was a fool to let you believe I had abandoned- Spock started to say, this was just answered by a hard kiss from Jim.

"Totally forgiven. You're here for me now; that's what matters, baby." Jim answered, slowly withdrawing his fingers to Spock's discomfort.

He leaned back so he was kneeling and slowly removed his boxers, peeling them over his thighs as Spock watched him hungrily, lust and need swirling in his gorgeous dark eyes. He took his erection in hand, undoing the condom and rolling it over himself. He squirted some lube onto his fingers and stroked his covered cock, lubricating himself efficiently. Spock took his hands and pulled him back between his splayed legs.

"I love you, Spock." Jim said gently, positioning himself at Spock's entrance and pressing himself inside. Spock groaned and he drew his tapered eyebrows together initially, relaxing again as more of Jim's dick was drawn inside him. Then there was a beautiful brush against his prostate and the pain and unfamiliarity didn't matter any longer.

"Alright? Is this okay?" Jim cooed, reaching up and placing a warm hand against Spock's cheek. To the nod he gained in response Jim pulled out and thrust back slowly, picking up pace as Spock pushed his hips back. They fell into a rhythm of thrust and buck and thrust and buck. It was as if they had never been apart, and all the thoughts and feelings left hanging had been explained in an instant.

Spock could feel himself coming closer to orgasm, as Jim sped up his thrusting. Both men were moaning in unison as Jim reached between them to wrap his hand around Spock's aching erection, stroking and pumping in time with the movement. This drove Spock over the edge, causing him to come hard, spilling his seed onto Jim's tanned chest.

His eyes rolled back in his head as Jim moved quicker to completion, pulsing into him faster and harder than ever, the vulcan tensed and spread his knees further as Jim came inside him, his forehead resting against Spock's, panting and moaning the Vulcan's name.

He kissed Spock hard on the mouth and pulled out, moving out of the Vulcan's embrace to clean up. Spock's eyes followed Jim's form as he moved towards the bathroom. He returned moments later, smiling widely and lying next to Spock, wrapping his arms around Spock's rising and falling torso. Spock leant against Jim and entwined their legs, reaching for the long-forgotten duvet and draping it over them both. Ordering the lights off he held Jim close and allowed sleep to claim him. He hoped falling asleep with the gorgeous human would be a regular thing.

He heard Jim whisper "I really missed you Spock." to which he responded "and I you. Sleep now beautiful one."

Jim hummed his agreement and yawned widely, nuzzling into Spock's neck and stilling his movements.

Jim awoke the next day to an empty bed, he reached across to hug his Vulcan but he wasn't there, or anywhere else in the flat for that matter. He pulled on last night's clothes and borrowed a pair of Spock's boxer shorts, and resigned himself to sitting in the bed. Then he noticed the note on the bedside table, Spock's door keys were left on top of the paper, he pushed them aside; he grabbed for the note and read it quickly;

Jim,

I apologise for leaving you without a proper goodbye, but I have an early morning linguistics class to teach and as much as I would love to miss it and spend the time with you, regrettably I cannot do so.

I will return to you as soon as it is over. Do not see my leaving as a form of rejection. Last night was most enjoyable and I hope to repeat such nights in the future

Love, Spock x

Jim smiled at the kiss at the end, and placed it back on the table. He helped himself to a bowl of cereal and a strong cup of tea, and sat at Spock's kitchen table, very much enjoying having a free morning to mull around Spock's lovely, cadet-less and very Spock-like flat. After washing his face and rinsing his mouth out with mouthwash he flopped himself down on the exquisitely comfortable sofa and listened to some music for a while. He browsed Spock's extensive bookcase and became more acclimatised with his bedroom and the few trinkets and decorations Spock had added to the basic apartment.

The place was really nice; spacious and homey and welcoming. You could tell Spock was a professor by the books that he owned and the piles of PADDS and papers that were stacked in neat piles and put on the top of Spock's imaginary to-do list. But you could also tell that he was young and somewhat homesick, he had pictures of his mother placed around the desk in his bedroom, and oh my God! Was that really the teddy Jim had won for him all that time ago? Jim ran towards it and stared in awe - It was that same teddy bear. He smiled with pride as he saw how well-looked-after it was - still shiny and golden and the ribbon shone bright blue as it had done on the day he'd won it. Jim thought about his own souvenir from that wonderful week - the grey jumper Spock had gifted him. He kept it in the bottom of his wardrobe, pristine and wrapped in tissue paper. If he ever felt hopeless or lonely he would unfold it and hug it close to him, revelling in the alien and beautifully nostalgic smell of his Spock.

He decided that, rather than wait around for Spock to come back, he would go to meet him after the lecture as a surprise. He pulled his shoes on and grabbed the keys from the bedside table. He made his way out of the apartment, turning the music and lights off as he closed the door. He locked up and slipped the keys into his pocket, unable to stop smiling after the amazing night he'd just had.

He walked towards the main building, trying to keep the skip out of his step and a whistle from slipping past his lips. He didn't want to seem too happy; he might come across as suspicious. Besides if anyone found out he was sleeping with a professor he might get into trouble, regardless of their mitigating circumstances.

He easily accessed the school's computer, finding Spock's lecture hall in seconds. He walked up two flights of stairs and along at least four corridors before finally coming to a stop outside the correct room. Butterflies fluttered in his chest at seeing his beautiful Vulcan again. The students filed out after the bell rang, he waited until they had all left before opening the door and walking into the room.

What he saw next had him in total and utter shock; Spock was being kissed by a leggy female cadet with a long dark swishing ponytail and a very short skirt. A woman! Spock was kissing a woman! She had a thigh between Spock's legs and was moaning into the kiss.

"SPOCK? HOW COULD YOU? I THOUGHT YOU…I MEAN YOU SAID…YOU LIED TO ME! FUCK YOU SPOCK!" Jim shouted, throwing Spock's keys to the front of the lecture hall and storming straight out. He carried on walking quickly along the corridors and down the stairwells, ignoring Spock's calls for him to wait and The Bitch-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named calling to Spock as he shouted and tried to run after Jim.

Jim felt as if his heart had just been stamped all over, no, stomped on and then cut into hundreds of little pieces Spock was KISSING someone else! Who was to say that he wasn't fucking not only that girl cadet, but lots of other boys and girls just like her? Was Jim just another cheap fuck to Spock? Just someone to draw out an orgasm? Was Spock really like everyone else who had graced Jim's bed?

He had seemed so genuine, so in love.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! HOW COULD I BE SO STUPID?" Jim shouted to no-one in particular. He slid down the wall, thumped his head on his knees and cried. How could Spock, Spock of all people, do this to him?

DUN DUN DUUUUN!

Sorry for the wait - had an exam to revise for and Christmas chocolate to binge on

I attempted to write Chekov's accent- it's actually really hard to spell words incorrectly and to imagine the things he'd mispronounce…if you can't understand it just imagine little Anton Yelchin pronouncing it all adorable and Russian

The reunion - oh yay so happy it's all going to well for spirky spirk- but wait? Is he…kissing (Yeah kissing indeed) Uhura-cakes? Uh oh this doesn't bode well for little jimmy

But at least they had sex again, right? - Not much of a consolation but still

Damn Uhura throwing ANOTHER spanner in the works (don't get me wrong I love TOS Uhura with her awesome skillz…Nu-trek Uhura is a little condescending and uppity and the LOLmance with spocky? Pahahahaha…she's just an antagonist to academy!Spock in my story)

Hopefully this chapter is ok (as long as ever, sorry everyone)