Jim picked up his tray and walked across the mess hall. A stupid grin lit up his features as eyes of passersby followed him to the seat across from the commander. The man lifted one of his eyebrows and looked away from his PADD and toward the blonde who happily ate his breakfast across from him. Jim smiled at him.

"What is the meaning of this?" Spock's tone was stern and curious.

"Thought we could keep each other company during our morning meal, seeing as neither of us was sitting by anyone," Jim said nonchalantly.

"I do not require company while having a meal, more so that of someone I do not know." Spock's attention went back to his PADD, hoping his blunt comment would drive off the unwanted guest.

"Well we know each other a little. We met last night, and we both know Uhura. So that kind of counts," Jim chuckled softly. "Plus I wouldn't mind getting to know you. You won over Uhura which seems to be a feat, so you must be a pretty cool guy."

Spock sighed inwardly and set his PADD onto the table. "I am not against meeting new people, but you have not only interrupted my work, I can also tell that you are cavalier, a womanizer, and headstrong. Three characteristics I am not particular to having by my side."

With that Spock stood, gathered his things and headed for the exit of the mess hall. Jim quickly finished his food, dumped his tray and followed Spock. The man eyed him curiously and quickened his pace which Jim matched.

"You aren't completely off, but I'm not a terrible person," Jim smiled. "Come on, I have a feeling we would make pretty great friends."

"What has brought you to this assumption?"

"It is just a feeling. You know?" Jim couldn't help but use wide gestures to explain himself.

"Illogical," Spock breathed as he turned a corner. "If you wish to follow me to the lesson I am teaching than I would advise you not to. I will call the admiral for harassment."

Jim sighed, "whatever Spock. But I'm not giving up on you." He winked to the Vulcan as a goodbye before turning and heading to his class.

Jim sat through his lesson though he didn't really pay any attention. His mind traveled back to the dream he had the night before, then to both Spocks, and onto how he can fill the gauge, which was a harder task than he had hoped for. Of course the closest he could get to making someone genuinely happy would be telling them a joke, or having sex with them. While Jim was okay with becoming the campus whore, it didn't seem like the best or most efficient plan. He sighed and let his head drift onto his desk.

"Care to share something with us Cadet Kirk?" The professor asked.

"I was just thinking that becoming the campus whore probably wasn't the best way to make friends," Jim smirked. The class laughed lightly.

The professor rolled her eyes, "try focusing on the lesson instead of your penis and maybe you'll advance from being a cadet in six years."

The class snickered again and Jim just shot the professor a smile. She went back to teaching without acknowledging him further. Jim tapped on his locket underneath his uniform, willing the class to pass by faster. He turned to face the window and watched the lazy afternoon sun beat down on the courtyard; its warmth beckoning him. He could feel the tension in the room as everyone else's attention slowly shifted from the professor to the windows, his interruption being enough to stray their focus. He silently laughed to himself and a group thought spread around the room; everyone slowly ticking down the seconds until they would be released. Jim heard the professor sigh as the minute hand was so close to finishing up the hour.

"Class is dismissed," she called.

No one was quick enough when gathering their things and exiting the door. They all rushed out onto the courtyard and dumped their things onto the grass, eager to get some of the warm rays. Jim waited by the doors, listening for the rush of the other cadets signaling the release of another class. He pushed his way through the small crowd and back into the building, heading against the crowd to the class they just came out of. He leaned against the wall next to the door, waiting for the last person to exit. It took nearly ten minutes but Spock exited with a side glance to Jim and a minute raise of his eyebrows. He kept his attention on his PADD as Jim matched his pace.

"How was your class Spock? Which class do you teach?" Jim asked curiously.

"The class was adequate, and I teach Science and Advanced Xenolinguistics if you must know." Spock never took his eyes off of the PADD as he exited the building.

"Unsurprising," Jim laughed lightly.

"What do you mean?"

"Well you are Vulcan, and Vulcan's are really intelligent. So it isn't much of a surprise that you would be a professor in both of those subjects. It is also pretty admirable," Jim smiled.

Spock's attention turned from the PADD to the blonde beside him. It was strange for him to get what seemed to be a compliment on his intelligence from a human. Nor was it common back on Vulcan for him to be complimented at all. Tormented perhaps, but not complemented. Perhaps he had misjudged the cadet.

"Fascinating," Spock muttered.

Jim knit his eyebrows at the half Vulcan before the man turned back to his PADD. Looking it over Jim could tell he was looking over the same schematics since this morning.

"Is there something wrong with the schematics? You have been looking over them since this morning."

"Not that it is any of your business, I am trying to fix a bug in a system I am programming," Spock once again noted on his want for Jim to not be there.

Jim stepped a little closer to better look at the PADD. Spock's muscles stiffened as he became uncomfortable with how close the cadet had come to him. His attention was taken from Jim's arm that was almost touching his when the man pointed to the screen.

"Fix this equation here, and this one here, and reverse the polarity on these two and it should be fixed," Jim said.

Spock raised an eyebrow and did as Jim said. He did a small test run of the program and it ran perfectly. He eyed the man that stood beside him. He was more intelligent than he had assumed him to be. He was really starting to rethink the judgement he had placed upon him from what Uhura had told him, and from what he had observed the evening before and that morning. He tucked the PADD under his arm and stopped in his tracks.

"Thank you Cadet, your input has been much appreciated and perhaps I have misjudged you. But seeing as we are merely acquaintances I would like to ask that we part ways here. I am heading to the private living quarters they have provided me as a professor and would not like you to follow me."

"Sure thing Spock, I had somewhere to be anyway," Jim winked.

"Also, I am a higher rank than you and you should address me as Commander and not so informally." Spock's voice grew more stern as he grew more irritated with the blonde man.

"Whatever you say Commander," Jim teased as turned away and waved.

Spock sighed inwardly. He would need to meditate to control his human side if he was going to have to put up more with Cadet Kirk.

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"Hey Gaila, what is our most delicious dessert in your opinion?" Jim asked as he mixed some drinks.

"Probably the Chocolate Lava Cake; why?" She looked Jim over amused.

"Because some bitches over there," He nodded to his left, "decided they would gossip about one of the girls at the bar and called her fat and ugly."

Gaila's smile widened at the boy and she disappeared into the kitchen and came back out a few minutes later with one of the cakes. She handed it to him when he was done mixing a drink. "You are such a cutie."

Jim grabbed a napkin and quickly wrote something on it before heading to the left end of the bar and setting it down in front of a girl who was silently crying to herself. She looked up surprised and Jim shot her a smile and a thumbs up before returning to the main part of the bar. The girl looked down to the cake and the napkin that sat beside it. She picked it up and read the scrawl across it. 'Cheer up. You're beautiful.' She wiped the tears from her eyes and she smiled up at Jim though he wasn't looking. She silently thanked him as she dug into the lava cake. The night went by rather quickly and uneventfully. Jim wished Uhura and Spock would have stopped by so he could pester them a little and try to win them over. Though he figured Uhura probably wasn't in the best shape to drink for the next few days. Jim ushered out the last of the guests and began to mop the floor as Gaila wiped down the bar.

"You know you are probably one of the sweetest guys I have ever met," Gaila smiled at him and leaned against the bar. "I heard from my friend Tamie that you helped her out the other day and now you go and do this for the girl at the bar."

"You could say it is a goal of mine to help out a bunch of people and bring them happiness," Jim chuckled softly to himself.

"Jim Kirk, why can't there be more guys like you in the universe." Gaila sighed dramatically and pretend fainted on the bar top. "Why you could have anyone that you wanted with that kind of charm."

Jim laughed and Gaila did as well. She slipped off of the countertop and started cleaning off tables. She continuously side glanced at Jim with a smile. "I'm serious though. Anyone would be lucky to date you."

"Well, I'm not currently looking but whenever I am," Jim held his hand up to his ear like a phone and mouthed the words 'call me'.

Gaila laughed and smacked him in the butt with the towel. "Unfortunately for you along with drinking on the job our boss also frowns upon dating among coworkers. Which is too bad because I am a pretty good catch." She winked.

"And you were calling me pompous?" Jim quirked an eyebrow before he got a playful glare from Gaila. He laughed as he continued mopping the floor. When the two finished up Jim walked Gaila back to her dorm again and she couldn't help but call him a cutie and compliment his kindness before turning in for the night.

Jim chuckled to himself as he walked back to his dorm. He pulled out his locket and checked the gauge. His smile grew as he saw the gauge was now halfway to the first of five marks along the edge. It had filled more than he had expected. He quickly opened the locket to call other Spock. The man greeted him with a small smile.

"The bar has moved more than I thought it would for only helping out one person today," Jim was enthusiastic.

"The measurement of the happiness you can bring to one person can vary. Of course you can also help more than one person without realizing it."

"If I keep this up I may finish before winter hits," Jim winked. "I also talked to the Spock in my universe and you two talk very similar. He even says 'fascinating' in the same way and at similar moments as you do." He chuckled lightly.

"Fascinating," Spock said with a small quirk of his eyebrow.

"Oh yeah, when you first met your Jim what was your impression of him?" Jim looked curiously at the hologram of the older man.

"I found him to be cavalier, a womanizer, and headstrong; as well as intelligent, determined, and caring. Though the latter I did not know until I got to know him better."

Jim couldn't hold back his laughter and other Spock gave him a curious gaze. "The Spock in my universe called me the exact same this morning. Well the first half of what you said at least. I guess I am a lot like your Jim. I just hope he eventually sees what you saw in your Jim."

"Yes, hopefully. It would be a shame if you two were not able to find a friend in each other."

Jim arrived at his dorm door and stood outside it for a moment. "I better call it a night. I will check in with you tomorrow. See ya Spock."

"Live Long and Prosper, Jim."

Jim walked into his room quietly, trying not to disturb his roommate. He did not want to face the wrath of the dragon at this hour. He slipped into his boxers and under his covers near soundlessly and turned to watch his roommate. The man's breathing remained slow and even and Jim sighed in relief. Feeling at ease he slipped comfortably into sleep.

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"You seem to be progressing exponentially in your chess skills Jim. I am impressed." Spock moved his piece carefully across the board.

"I like to think that I will be able to beat you within the next two games." Jim smirked and moved his piece confidently.

"That is checkmate," Spock called as he knocked over Jim's kings. "We will see about that Captain."

Jim sighed and reset the game. "I agree. We shall see."

Jim watched the pieces more carefully this round. His mind truly focused solely on chess. His responses to their conversation became short and less thought out as his move became more intricate and delicate. The game lasted just over an hour. Jim victoriously called checkmate on Spock; his heart aflutter with excitement at finally beating the half Vulcan. Spock could not help the smile that graced his features. It was not a loss on his part. He too felt victorious after being beaten by a worthy partner.

"I told you I could beat you within the next two games," Jim smirked.

"I did not doubt you Captain, merely questioned your logic as usual," Spock retorted.

Jim couldn't help but laugh at his commander as he set up another game for them to continue playing well into the evening. His mind less focused on the game and more on the conversation that carried between them. It became one of the few games they did not finish as the conversation was more enticing than moving the pieces across the board.

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Jim sprang out of bed the next morning feeling elated. He pulled on his uniform and ran his hands through his hair before he shook his roommate awake. He was met with a death glare but the man sat up and began to get dressed. Bones moved as slow as he possibly could, his morning attitude as sour as usual.

"Come on Bones, you don't want to be late to the mess hall and not be able to your coffee and to class on time. It doesn't look good when you show up late to class with a starbucks," Jim winked with a laugh.

Bones grumbled, "what has you so chipper this morning?"

"I happen to have the most brilliant idea to win over someone who is more stubborn than you when it comes to making friends," Jim said with an air of confidence.

"May god have mercy on his soul," Bones groaned as Jim ushered him out of the dorm and down to the mess hall.