"This is all your fault." Spock heard Leonard say he walked farther into the room.
"It's not all my fault After all you- Oh hi Spock!" Jim ran over and turned Spock around to face the other way and started shoving him toward the door.
"James, what is 'all your fault' that you obviously don't want me to see?" asked Spock. After himself, and both his roommates were standing outside the room.
"Well," began James, "I decided that I didn't like the color of my desk, so I was going to paint it. So I told the replicator to make some paint. But it kept asking me what kind. I finally got it to just give me some paint that could paint wood. And I started taking stuff off the desk and tossing it on the floor. So it kinda all got jumbled together."
"But for some reason he cleared off both desks." said Leonard. "When I walked in he had just finished doing that."
"I was going to put a cloth or something over the other one." said Kirk "Only for some reason neither Bones or I could remember which was mine, and which was yours." McCoy's had had a desk , but apparently it had been broken after the incident with the chocolate and he had never gotten it replaced.
"Well anyway, We decided to just flip a coin, heads, the one on the left was Jim's, tails, the one on the right. It was heads. So we painted the one on the left" said Leonard.
"Left facing them?" asked Spock.
His roommates looked at each other, then Jim, very quietly , said "Yeah. Then we thought to open the drawers to see who's was who's, so then, yeah. I'm sorry."
Spock pushed past them both into the room, that was his desk.
He entered the room, his desk was some shade of blue, but the paint job was very sloppy and splotchy.
"It looked a lot nicer earlier." said Jim, "Then we tried to take then paint off, now it's all dry and it won't come off at all.
Spock touched the paint. "I don't believe this paint was designed for this type of thing. And the desk had a gloss finish on it, you are not suppose to apply paint over it."
"We're sorry!" said Leonard.
Spock opened the drawers. "At least none of my books were damaged. This desk will need to be replaced."
"You can use mine until then." offered Jim
"I will." said Spock, "However, I seemed to recall you saying you'd never try painting anything in the room again without checking with me after you tried to paint the walls."
"I thought you meant stuff we all use." said Jim, "Well, I'd better go get you a new desk." Jim rushed out.
"I'm gonna go with him." Bones rushed out too. Spock looked at the humongous mess left over and began cleaning up the room
"So now what?" asked Jim. They had been told that nothing more in their room would be replaced by the Academy, because so far the water pipes, the windows, the computer,a wall communicator a desk (Jim had spilled his science project all over his first desk, and it corroded the wood) a mattress, and a bed-frame had been replaced . And the desk, the communicator, and the computer hadn't been replicated.
"You will have to buy me a new desk with your own credits. Exactly like the one I had before." said Spock, sitting in the chair that had gone with his desk. "Also, I talked to the principal, he took away the extra classwork I was assigned because it was my desk that was destroyed this time when I told him it wasn't my fault."
"No way!" said Jim, " A nice real wood desk? Those are really expensive! Ours is the last room to have them, the Academy won't buy them anymore their that pricey! You can just have mine, I don't need it that badly anyway."
"I assumed you'd you say that." said Spock, "So I already moved all your things out of the drawers, their on the shelves." The room had one set of shelves they all shared.
"So Jim," began Leonard in what sounded to Spock like an extremely sarcastic zone. "What have you done, and what have learned?"
"Well, I painted Spock's desk with your help. He kept his cool, and stayed all unemotional and didn't kill me."
"You're actions hardly warranted my committing a homicide." said Spock.
"I don't mean really Spock." said Jim, " Also, I don't need to pay for it, The principal didn't give me the boatload of extra work after taking it away form Spock, and all I lost was my desk which I only use for storing stuff really anyway."
"Then why'd you wanna paint it?"
"Storage devices can be ugly too, Bones, and need a new color. Anyway, I did something really stupid, and I didn't really lose anything. So I guess I learned I can do idiotic stuff and get away with it because you guys are always there to cover for me,or take the blame. Or at least split the blame. I've gotta go. I've a date." he got up and left.
"No! That's not what you were supposed to learn! Come back here!" Bones ran out after him
Spock swiveled his chair around to face his new desk, and got out his homework for Exobiology. He thought about his roommates, they were loud, obnoxious, and the pinnacle of illogicality. But somehow he found that out of the other cadets he'd come to know while at the Academy, He thought that the two of them were the most compatible with himself.
Or in plain English, He liked his roommates best out of everyone else on campus and wouldn't want to switch with anyone.
Thank you for reading this chapter. I'd also like to thank The Ember Raven who has drawn a great picture to go with this story! Thank you.
