Gaila's excitement spreads around the campus and by the end of the week his book is all anyone is talking about.

It's weird to hear the people who hate him talking about how the assassin school in his book works or his professors discussing his villains plan and how it would be done/stopped in the real world, but it's also pretty cool, or two girls who sit behind him in engineering planning to write fucking fanfiction about his work, that is just bizarre.

There is also talk about the writer, Jim didn't release any info with his fake name Jamie River, Jamie for his first name and River just to be a bit more creative with the fake last name than he normally would, for the meaning of his middle name Tiberius, meaning of or near the Tiber River. Even though people say humans have gotten past gender assumption they still do it, assuming since he didn't tell anyone a thing, not even his gender that 'Jamie' is a girl because no man could have a traumatic past that would let him write something like Purple Shadow and The Crimson Slayer. But at least the assumption means no one even thinks it could be him.

But because the book is so popular he has something else to think about, all the money he's making.

The books only been out 2 months and has already made 2.3 billion dollars.

Money is still used on Earth and Starfleet personnel get paid but its becoming less and less popular on Earth, with housing, food and all education free more humans are starting to dislike the idea of money as a concept and preferring the idea of working to better themselves and the world around them, so many humans are sending their pay checks straight to charities. And Jim is one of them.

So all this money sitting in his account just makes Jim more and more uncomfortable by the day, he sure as hell isn't going to use it, but he can't keep it all sitting there when it could be used to help some how.

Jim shakes his head and looks back down to his engineering homework and turns the PADD off and pushes it across the library table with a sigh, the money the book would make never crossed his mind until his publisher texted asking where to deposit his first check and now he needs to figure out what to do with it.

"Is something upsetting you Cadet?"

Jim jumps at the unexpected voice and looks up, a Vulcan professor with the usual blank face but his eyes are bright and curious. He's hot too, nice muscles, ears with cute points, black hair cut like a bowl, real hot. Jim shakes it off, nope a Vulcan who works as a professor at his school would never go for him and he wouldn't go for a professor, doesn't mean he can't look. "No Sir" he lies with a shrug.

The Professor raises an eyebrow.

"...Its nothing sir" he tries instead, why does he even want to know? Jim isn't one of his students and its not like he's sitting at the bar on his 24th shot, he's just frustrated in a library. "Sir if you don't mind me asking, why do you care?"

The professors lips move slightly downward in a micro-frown, "I am unsure that I do" he admits, "However my sister suggested that I should take a more personal interest in cadets problems."

Jim nods in understanding, his brother might of ran away when he was 12 but before then when Sam would say he should do something he wouldn't stop bugging til he did it. It wouldn't hurt to talk, he can't think of what to do with all the money and a second, logical minded opinion might help, "What's your name?" he questions, gesturing the other man to sit down.

"Spock" the professor bows his head slightly as he sits down next to him.

"I'm Jim Kirk" Jim nods back, nice name. "Okay I'll tell you, but promise that you won't tell anyone?"

Spock nods, "So long as it will not harm yourself or others I promise Cadet Kirk."

"It won't" Jim tells him, knowing as a teacher he has to say that, he looks around, no one else is nearby "Okay so you know that book Purple Shadow and The Crimson Slayer?"

Spock nods, "I am familiar with the written work. It is an intriguing piece of fiction that shows Orion culture and sexual slavery in the most accurate light I have seen outside of statements from former Orion sex slaves."

Yeah well" Jim looks away, "...I wrote it" he admits, bringing up his editing file for all three books on his PADD and pushing it towards Spock, so that he can show he's telling the truth before Spock can say otherwise.

Jim keeps his eyes away, not wanting to talk about what's in the book and hoping Spock won't ask.

Its a full three minutes before Spock speaks, his voice is quiet and soft, "You went through something horrific to write what you did in that book."

"I'm not talking about that" Jim grits his teeth, still looking away.

"...Very well" Spock speaks his voice still soft and quiet, "What is it you wish to speak about?"

Jim relaxes a little, turning back to him, Spock's face is blank but his eyes are full of emotion. "I didn't really expect the book to do so well and now I've got way to much money and I hate having it."

Spock nods his head, "Of course the human distaste with currency. What do you intend to do?"

"I don't know" Jim huffs, "I want to give it to charity, since the book is about a former Orion sex slave I want to give it to a group that helps them. But there aren't any!" he shakes his head in disbelief.

Spock nods, "Cadet I understand you do not wish to speak of your past and I do not intend to push that, but if I may ask why did you decide to write the book?"

"I dated an Orion girl, Gaila" he admits, "She hates how her people are portrayed in media, she talked about it all the time. Then one night me and Bones, uh my roommate watched this movies and it had a couple Orion characters and it pissed me off how they were just sex toys to the freaking good guys. After I went back to my room and started thinking about what kind of movie there should be, and I came up with the book."

Spock nods, "You wrote the book because you saw the lack of positive Orion representation and chose to create something to fill that space. Perhaps the lack of community help for Orion woman, and men requires the same thing."

Thats...why didn't he think of that! "I should start my own charity, dam why didn't I think of that!" he shakes his head, "That sounds great but how? I'm a student, I'm gonna be an officer of Starfleet! Running something like that would be a full time job."

"You do not need to operate it" Spock replies, "With how popular your book has become the number of people who are against Orion sexually slavery has gone up 87.9% It is likely you could find a qualified individual who would be willing to run the group while you fund it."

"Good idea" he nods thoughtfully, "Okay I'll do that. Thanks Professor Spock."

Spock nods but looks thoughtful, "If I may ask Cadet how do you intend to recruit individuals when you do not wish to disclose your identity?"

"...I'll send emails."

Spock stares him down, "No sensible individual would agree to employment from an individual they have never met, and without meeting them in person you cannot be sure that they are correct for the job."

"True" Jim sighs, "Okay so I guess I'll tell the candidates I work for Jamie River."

"Logical" Spock nods with a hesitant look, "...If I may overstep cadet. What you wish to do is incredibly kind and generous, and if you would allow it I would assist you."

Jim's eyes widen in surprise, "You wanna help me?"

Spock nods "I agree with your ideals and what you wish to accomplish, I also wish to help Orion slaves, I see no logical reason not to assist you."

Jim could use the help, plus he likes talking to Spock and no one else knows about his book, if he keeps him around he'd have someone he can talk too.

...and it doesn't hurt that he's not bad to look at.

"Alright" he nods, "I'd be happy for your help professor."

"Thank you Cadet" the professor nods.

"Call me Jim" he instructs, "If were going to be working together you should call me by my name."

"Very well" he nods, "Then you can call me Spock."

Jim smiles, "Alright Spock."

Spock's comm goes off, not a call but a timer "I am sorry Jim, I have a staff meeting in 20 minutes" he stands.

"Of course" Jim nods understandingly, holding out his comm and tapping it against Spock's, giving the order man his contact info, and taking his. "I'll start looking into how to set up a charity and we can meet up to talk about it tomorrow."

"And I will look into potential candidates to run the program" Spock replies, "We could meet here tomorrow to discuss our research."

"No, not here" Jim shakes his head immediately, "If we start meeting in public people are gonna wonder why a professor is meeting up with a cadet that he isn't teaching."

Spock raises an eyebrow, "Surely no one would believe I was involved with a student?"

"People like stories" Jim shrugs "It doesn't matter if its true or not."

"Very well" Spock nods, "I will send you my address and we shall meet at my apartment tomorrow to continue our planning."

Jim holds in his urge to point out that if anyone see him sneaking in there that would look worst and just nods, "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow" he pauses, "And Spock...thanks for listening to me."

"You do not need to thank me Jim" Spock replies staring into his eyes, "I found our conversation... to not be unpleasant." with that he walks away.

Jim watches him go with a grin, then full of energy starts on his research.