Jim made it to her room where she stripped down naked, took a shower, brushed her teeth, dried herself, put on a sexy lacy lingerie and a sexy black dress and applied a bit of foundation, bit of blush, bit of mascara and a bit of lipstick. She added some accessories, did her hair and put on a pair of sexy black pumps. She looked in the mirror and gave herself a thumbs up and she was out the door.

People in the streets gave her a confused glances. I mean you would do the same thing if you saw a girl with proportions of a supermodel walking around town dressed for a night out at 9 a.m.

Jim paid them no mind and instead of giving them glares, she gave each and every one of them a flirty wave and a wink. She simply didn't care. Uhura said she has a perfect life. Well, if she didn't have it till now, she is about to have it from now.

In reality, Jim solved her problems with fighting, fucking or drinking. Sometimes all three at once. Right now she wanted to drink and if she finds a nice guy or a hot girl, well it's a bonus.

She walked to the nearest bar, which was about two miles away. When she entered she was pleasantly surprised to see that she wasn't the only one that needed to drink her problems away. They were not dressed as fancy as her. A lot of them had a Starfleet insignia on their chests and they were mostly cadets.

When Jim entered all eyes turned to look at her. Jim could hear the whispers. Many of them recognized her.

"Is that Capitan Kirk?"

"Oh my god, what is she doing here?"

"That's the daughter of famous George Kirk."

"Why is she dressed like that at 9:30 a.m.?"

Jim ignored all the whispers and went straight to the bar. She waved to the bartender and he made his way over to her.

"What can I get you?"

"Give me the strongest thing you've got."

The bartender nodded and went to get her a drink. In the meantime she ran her eyes over the small crowd and spotted a group of people that weren't from Starfleet. They weren't wearing a uniform and they weren't paying attention to her. Jim smirked. Perfect.

The bartender gave her her drink and she responded,

"Keep 'em coming."

Jim took her drink and made her way over to a small group of people.

"Hey, can I join you?"

At the sound of her voice every member of the group looked up. Men were gaping while the girls were happy to add another female to their group, even tho they already dominated when it came to the number.

"Sure, have a seat."

"Thanks, my name is James, but you can call me Jim."

When she said what's her name, most of them looked puzzled but before any of them could ask her about it she gave them answer.

"My parents thought they were having a boy and they decided to stick with it."

Well, it wasn't a complete lie.

The girls introduced themselves, but boys needed a bit more motivation because they were still gaping openly at Jim. So they sat and talked for at least six hours. Around 4 p.m. Jim was almost noticeably drunk. She had so many drinks she couldn't even count. They were all laughing and telling their life stories. Then it was Jim's turn.

"What about you Jim?"

This question was asked by a brunette whose name Jim forgot.

"Well, today I was told that my life is perfect. I mean one of my colleagues told me that. Now I'm not sure if she's right, but, here it goes."

Jim cleared her throat.

"I was born on the day my father bit the dust, perfect event number 1, next, my mother left me when I was three my mother married again and then she fled the planet, that's perfect event number 2, my stepfather beat me when he had a chance, perfection number 3, my brother left me when I was ten and a bonus to that one, he never really loved me, in fact he blamed me for our father's death, that's perfection number 4, number 5 would definitely be my lovely trip to Tarsus IV where I was convinced to death by a crazy general, number 6 would be numerous bar fights I had after I returned from my death, number 7 is an event that took a place in less than 24 hours ago, which included a crazy future Romulan that tried to bring down my crew and me with them, and my final would definitely be that I'm attracted to a guy that I can never have."

By the time she finished story everyone were looking at her with pity in their eyes, but frankly Jim was too drunk to notice.

"So tell me. If that's not a perfect life, nothing is am I right?"

They all kept quiet after that.

"Wait are we playing silence nowm Oh shit, I just talked. Shit I did it again. Oh fuck me, you know what, I'm gonna shut up."

After her drunken confession they decided to change the topic. Jim agreed and the party was on again.

When Nyota returned to Spock's quarters, she found him cleaning the dishes. It was around 2 p.m. when she entered his kitchen. The reason she was so late was because she stayed at that park bench for a good hour and a half after Kirk went. She was the last go give her report about the incident.

Nyota wanted to apologize. She judged Kirk without any proves. She just assumed Kirk had an easy life, when in reality, her life was probably the worst case scenario she could imagine.

Spock's back were turned to her, but she knew he heard her.

"Where's Kirk?"

Spock stopped scrubbing dishes to give her his full attention.

"Miss Kirk is not here. Has she not been with you this whole time?"

"No, we parted ways at around 8 a.m. Haven't seen her since."

Spock rose his eyebrows.

"I see. Why do you require her presence?"

Nyota looked at the ground in shame.

"I... I wanted to apologize."

A frown appeared between Spock's eyebrows.

"What for?"

"I insulted her badly this morning. I was jealous because she spent the night here and I told her she should back off."

"I see."

"That's not all I said though. I also made a mistake of assuming she had a perfect life, that she had everything. I didn't even think it through, the words just flew out of my mouth. Like I had no brain to mouth filter."

Spock's face was now displaying an open shock.

"Nyota, why would you say something like that?"

"I'm sorry! I didn't know! I was stupid, I know it, ok! I know it!"

Spock, now with trembling hands, took out his communicator and dialed Leonard.

"Ya, what do ya need Spock?"

"Doctor, we have a problem. Can you notify the rest of the senior officers to meet us at the campus in 15 minutes?"

"Spock, what's going on, is it Jim?"

"Doctor, I will explain everything, just do as I told."

Spock hung up, passed Uhura to get to his bedroom where he opened his closet and pulled out a pair of Starfleet issued pants and a Starfleet science uniform. When he finished getting dressed, he crossed the room in a couple long strides and exited his bedroom. Nyota was there waiting for him. She was visibly shaking and her head was in her hands.

"Are you mad at me?"

"It is not I that should be 'mad' as you say. I shall simply say that you own Miss Kirk an apology."

Nyota nodded, still not meeting his eyes.

"We should go."

She nodded and stood up from the couch. Spock exited first, Nyota hot on his tail. Ten minutes later they met with a very worried McCoy and the rest of senior officers.

"Spock damn it, what's this about."

"Have any of you recently seen Miss Kirk?"

Everyone shook their head no. Spock made an audible sound that resembled a sigh.

"Spock, what's going on?"

It was not Spock that answered his question.

"It... it's my fault. We had an argument this morning and I insulted her."

"Jim wouldn't lose her shit because of some stupid argument. This was bigger. What did you say to her?"

"I...I I basically told her she is a whore that's trying to steal my boyfriend and that she should stick to things she already has, because she always had everything in life."

McCoy's eye was visibly twitching and the rest of the crew looked at her like she was crazy.

"You...what?" It was safe to say McCoy was pissed.

"Ay lass, why did ya say somethin' like that?" This one was from Scotty.

Chekov and Sulu were both quiet. They had nothing to say.

Then McCoy snapped his head up like he was shot and he looked from Spock to Uhura. Spock caught McCoy's eyes and his own eyebrows disappeared somewhere in his bangs. He was pleading McCoy not to say anything. Luckily, McCoy decided to keep his mouth shut and Nyota didn't caught the look McCoy was sending them.

"Alright, here is what we shall do. Split around the campus and try contacting Miss Kirk. If she does not answer, I would suggest asking other people if they either saw her or heard anything about her. In case you find some useful informations, you shall contact me."

At this last statement everyone looked at Spock but he continued as if nothing happened.

"At last, if you do not find anything, we shall meet here at 7 p.m. Are we clear?"

A choir of "Aye sir" could be heard and Spock nodded.

"Nyota, go to the hospital. Perhaps she visited Capitan Pike."

Nyota nodded and they parted ways. Spock took his communicator and dialed her com number. No one answered. He tried again with the same results. He crossed the campus and made his way over to her dorm room. He put his overdrive code and the door to her dorm swished open. The first thing he noticed when he entered were his clothes discarded on the floor. He picked up his communicator again and tried calling her. He heard a beep from the bedroom and he made his way in. She wasn't there. Before he left he searched the rest of her room, but found nothing.

Jim was having the time of her life. It was around 6:40 p.m. and the bar was filled with loud music and drunk gang of 17 people which included Jim and 16 other drunk adults. Jim could barely stand, let alone dance but she was trying her best. It worked for now. She was drowning Klingon blood wine since she came into the bar together with an earth whiskey and a few more different drinks. She was surprised she wasn't dead yet.

A group of young Starfleet cadets left the bar at the moment her legs gave out.

It was 6:59 p.m. and no one called to say that Jim has been found. Spock was standing in the middle of campus when he noticed the rest of the officers approaching.

"Nothing?" He asked.

"Nothing." Was everyone's answer.

Spock rubbed his forehead. He was starting to have a headache.

"Spock, we have to find her. Jim is extremely sensitive when it comes to this things. I am afraid something will happen to her."

" I am positive Miss Kirk is capable of defending herself."

"Damn it Spock! That's not what I'm worried about. I am worried that she might try hurting herself."

Spock's eyes widened comically and he looked at the McCoy alarmingly.

Suddenly out of nowhere, a young cadet came to them and said,

"Excuse me. Are you maybe talking about Capitan James T. Kirk?"

"Yes." It was Spock that provided an answer.

"She is in the nearby bar two miles away. But sir, there is something you should know. We asked the bartender and he said that she had been there since 9:30 a.m. When we left the bar she could barely stand and for all the time that we spent there she was knocking down shots of Klingon blood wine and whiskey like water."

Spock almost cursed out loud but he managed to catch himself. He thanked the cadet and turned towards McCoy.

"Doctor, you are with me. The rest of you, go back to what you were doing before this whole fiasco."

They all nodded and Spock and McCoy made their way to Spock's car. When they came to the parking lot they almost sprinted over to Spock's car.

Spock's car roared into life with his voice command and few seconds later they were rushing down the busy roads of San Francisco. Spock was driving like a maniac and McCoy had to hold onto the arm holder in fear of falling out.

"What really happened last night."

Spock kept quiet.

"I interrupted something, didn't I?"

Spock's silence was a good enough answer to McCoy.

Two minutes later Spock was jumping out of his hoover car, not bothering to move his car off the street. McCoy followed him into the not so crowded bar.

Jim was sitting in a chair, her elbow on the table and her head in her hand. Her knees were parted and Spock could clearly see what type of underwear she wore.

McCoy was standing like a statue just looking at the disheveled form of his best friend.

Spock shook out of his trance first and moved towards the girl he cared for more than he wanted to admit. He crouched down in front of her, pulling her knees back together, so she wouldn't flash anyone else. He took her face in his hands and made her look at him. Her blue eyes were unfocused and dull. He tried speaking to her.

"Jim, are you well?"

She just smiled but her eyes filled with tears. She leaned into his touch and the tears she tried to suppress were now running down her face.

Spock was lost. He didn't know what to do or what to say. The only thing he could do is wipe her tears away.

"Jim, are you injured?"

She shook her head but massaged her temples never the less.

McCoy finally returned to earth when he saw his friend's tears streaming down her face. He moved closer so that he could inspect her. He took his pad and scanned her with it. She didn't have alcohol poisoning which was a good sign.

"Jim, can you stand?"

"No." It was a broken whisper that caused Spock's heart to clench.

"Alright, I shall carry you."

"Ok." She whispered. It seemed that she wasn't capable of nothing more than a whisper and shake of her head.

Spock brought one of his arms behind her back and his other hand underneath her knees. In his arms she was a dead weight. McCoy opened the door for Spock and they exited the bar.

McCoy opened the door to Spock's car so that he could lower Jim onto the backseat. But just as he was about to lower her onto the backseat, Jim suddenly clung onto him almost sobbing.

"Please don't leave me. Everybody leaves me. Please. Don't."

McCoy's heart broke at the sight and he said to Spock,

"I'll drive."

Spock nodded and positioned himself on the backseat with Jim on his lap. Jim snuggled into the warmth Spock provided. He brought the hand that was supporting her knees and with his fingers he went through her hair trying to loosen up the knots.

McCoy looked at the mirror and almost crashed the car when he saw the sight. Jim was nuzzling her head in the crock of the half Vulcan's neck and the said half Vulcan was going though Jim's hair with his fingers. McCoy almost blushed at the sight and cursed inwardly at the cuteness.

When they reached the academy, McCoy leaped out of the car first and opened the door for Spock to step out. Spock hoisted Jim into his strong arms and she clung even closer to him.

They made their way across the campus to teachers quarters. Spock gave McCoy his code and the doctor opened the door for Spock to step in. Spock immediately went to his bedroom where he gently lowered Jim onto his bed. He went to step away from bed but Jim caught his arm with cat like reflexes.

"Stay, please. Don't leave me alone."

McCoy though Spock will protest, but he was proven wrong when Spock took off her high heels and then took off his own shoes and then climbed into bed.

"You may go doctor. I shall take care of her."

"If she needs anything..."

Spock just nodded.

The last thing McCoy heard before the doors of Spock's quarters closed were the sounds of Jim's sobbing and Spock's calm voice telling her that everything will be alright.