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Starfleet

Bones nearly dislocated his jaw in an attempt to take a bite out of the massive burger he had purchased at the Academy cafeteria. It wasn't the healthiest option he admitted but it had been a long 48 hours that he had been on call and he was starving and nothing was going to keep him from eating this burger.

"Doctor."

Growling, Bones turned to whoever dared to interrupt his meal and froze. Half human, half Vulcan Professor Spock was standing at his table, hand clasped behind his back looking directly at Bones. Now he personally didn't know the professor but he had heard enough scuttlebutt to know who he was.

Like any academy gossip was a sure thing and every so often something about the professor would come to his attention whether he wanted it to or not. Some things were just unavoidable. The latest rumor he had heard was that he was dating a student – uh what's her name Aura? Nora? No wait – Uhura!

Bones had scoffed but had never really thought much past that because he and Spock didn't run in the same circles so it was a complete surprise that Spock was standing at his table in the cafeteria asking for him.

"Yes," he drawled out, slowly lowering his burger to his plate.

"I require your assistance immediately," Spock said and turned on his heel without waiting to see if he would follow.

Cursing at Spock's presumptions that he would follow like a trained dog he abandoned his lunch, snapping up his bag and hurried to catch up with the long strides.

"Why do you need me?" McCoy huffed when reached Spock. "There are a number of medical facilities nearby."

"He is being stubborn," Spock said and McCoy was shocked to hear almost frustration in the half Vulcan's tone.

"Who is?"

They left the cafeteria, the chatter of the students dying away as the automatic doors shut behind them. To Bones surprise they left the food hall and headed outside, crossing across the grounds.

"Where the hell are we going?" Bones demanded. He didn't expect the Professor to involve him in any sort of prank as he seemed far too serious from the brief amount of time Bones had actually spent in the Vulcan's presence.

"Engineering labs," Spock said.

Bones frowned. "If it's an emergency then you should have gone straight to a medical center."

"I insisted but he is far too stubborn and said that you would be more than adequate in addressing the problem," Spock said.

Wondering who the hell had asked for him and just who he had in common with Spock he followed silently to the engineering labs. He followed curiously to lab four and entered after Spock who had punched in a code to open the door.

"Hey Bones," Jim wheezed. Propped up against the wall with his face was red Bones could hear how his breath was rattling in his chest as he tried to breath.

"Damn it Jim," Bones growled, immediately taking out his tricorder and waving it over Jim's body in what had become a familiar occurrence. He dropped to one knee and allowed his bag to fall from his shoulder. "What the hell did you do to yourself this time?"

"Bought some…tea," Jim tried to wheeze out. "Wasn't…. correct…. Mislabeled…. fuck."

"Stop talking," Bones snapped. "Your allergic to whatever it is." He rummaged through his bag and pulled out a Hypo. He had taken to bringing them around with him ever since he met Jim a month ago and learnt that the idiot was allergic to practically everything. With what was becoming an increasingly familiar move he jabbed Jim in the neck with the hypo.

"Hey!" Jim spluttered but it sent him into a coughing fit – but at least he was starting to breathe easier.

"Idiot," Bones said gruffly.

To anyone it would have sounded like he was berating Jim but even in his less then perfect health Jim could hear the fondness in the tone. Having been with Spock for nearly six years he had gotten could at reading between the lines in people.

"Jim has a more than average intelligence of a human and would put him near the spectrum of being a genius however in this context I believe you are correct in calling him an idiot," Spock said.

Bones stared at him with wide eyes as Jim spluttered out a protest.

"Come on, Spock! I was trying to get you that tea you like," Jim said. "It's not my fault they mislabeled it."

"You are also aware that you are not to try anything without it having been checked for all the allergies that you have," Spock reprimanded him.

Bones looked between the two like he was watching a tennis match, the dots slowly coming together, like filling in a puzzle but the picture wasn't quite complete.

"I was checking the temperature for you," Jim said. "You're weirdly obsessive about it being a certain degree."

"There are other, harmless, ways to test the heat of a beverage that does not include your mouth," Spock said.

"That's what he said," Jim smirked, his breath having mostly returned to normal.

"Your statement it both irrelevant and illogical," Spock said.

Jim rolled his eyes and Bones would have had to be blind as well as deaf to not see the affection in the gesture.

"You are also not permitted to have food or beverages in the labs," Spock continued.

"I was trying to do you a nice thing," Jim sighed.

"While I appreciate the gesture I would rather not find you in the middle of an allergic reaction, no matter how honorable you intentions might have been," Spock said.

"Well I'll be damned," Bones breathed, eyes widening as the final piece of the puzzle was placed and the whole picture came together. He pointed an accusing finger a Jim. "Something you want to share with the class?"

"Although we are in a classroom there is no class for any of us to address," Spock frowned.

Jim grinned and Bones scowled at him. "You and him?"

"About seven years now," Jim said, looking to Spock for confirmation who nodded.

"Damn it Jim why didn't you just tell me?" Bones grumbled, helping the younger man stand.

"And miss your expression?" Jim laughed. "No way! I've been saving this and let me tell you, you did not disappoint."

With a scowl Bones took the second Hypo he had been palming and jabbed into Kirk's neck.

"Owe! Damn it!" Jim hissed, rubbing his neck.

"Pay back," Bones glared. "Well this explains why you never take home any of the pretty girls I try and set you up with." He glanced at Spock and saw that the half Vulcan's eyes had narrowed dangerously and he shifted his hypo just incase the Vulcan came at him.

"Are you suggesting that you are trying to engage Jim in a sexual relationship with a stranger while the two of you are intoxicated?" Spock demanded.

Jim stood, swaying slightly on the spot and Spock reached out to steady him. "Relax, Spock. It's just harmless flirting. You know I would never cheat on you."

Bones saw Jim hold out two fingers and brush them against Spock's. He didn't know a lot about cultures but he was a doctor damn it and he knew what that gesture was.

"I need a drink," he muttered.

"It is currently 11:13am," Spock said. "Human's often regard this as an inappropriate time to be drinking alcoholic beverages."

"I need two," Bones said stubbornly.

Jim laughed and gently patted Bones on the shoulder. "Thanks for patching me up Bones."

"Your still an idiot," Bones said. "But your welcome. Try not to die in the next few days. I've got exams coming up."

"You got it," Jim said and his face softened. "Thanks Bones, really."

Bones waved off Jim's thanks. He liked the kid and they were fast becoming good friends – even if he was dating a green-blooded hobgoblin.

"Thank you, Doctor," Spock said, his grip still firmly on Jim's arm, supporting him.

"Get him to rest," Bones instructed. "If that's even possible. Call me if you need me to give a hypo to sleep."

"Unnecessary as Jim falls asleep approximately 45 minuets after he has had an allergic reaction," Spock informed the Doctor.

"Whoa!" Bones spluttered holding out a hand as he snatched up his bag. "More information than I need to know."

"Aw come on Bones," Jim said, his smirk becoming much more mischievous which had Bones worried. "Married couples know that kind of shit about each other."

"Married… damn it Jim! What the hell is wrong with you?" Bones scowled but he was secretly pleased for the younger boy.

Jim just laughed and started to walk, Spock falling automatically into step with him.

Bones shook his head in a gesture that was both fond and exasperated. They passed out of the labs and Bones watched with a furrowed brow as the two stepped out of one another's space. Spock was slightly hovering, ready to reach out if Jim needed aide but to Bones it looked liked just another cadet speaking with a professor.

"I will escort you back to our rooms," Spock said quietly even though there was nobody around to overhear them.

"I'm fine,' Jim said. "I know you have a class soon. I'll be fine and I promise to go sleep this off." Jim chuckled lightly to himself. "You'll know if I don't."

Spock nodded but didn't seem to be in any hurry to leave.

"I'll take him back," Bones offered and glared as the Vulcan glared at him.

"Brilliant," Jim exclaimed either oblivious to the tension or choosing to ignore it like he did most things. "See you later, sweetheart."

"Rest, Ashayam," Spock said. With a long stare at his husband Spock left the doctor and his human, crossing the ground swiftly.

"This way," Jim said to Bones and started leading them in the opposite direction.

The academy had both student housing and professor housing and Bones was surprised when Jim lead them to either. They left the academy and travelled by foot a couple of blocks away to an apartment block that was at least thirty stories high. At the twenty fourth floor they stepped out of the lift and Jim took them to an apartment and punched in the code.

Bones had never pictured where Jim lived – he often thought that the man resided at the bar they always met up at and where they had first met when the two managed to get themselves into a bar fight. The apartment however was nice – nothing overly fancy and very neat and tidy.

"That's Spock's doing," Jim grinned at Bones, interrupting his expressions correctly. "He's always been a little neat freak."

"How long have you known Spock?" Bones asked as he led his friend to the couch and demanded it sit down.

"Met him when I was sixteen and my mum abandoned me on Vulcan," Jim said, grunting at he sat and slouched down onto the cushions.

Bones eyebrows shot up and let out a whistle. "So not an epic love story then?"

Jim snorted and sighed, letting his eyes fall closed. "Had a happily ever after though."

"Yeah, I can see that," Bones murmured and he could. He had never seen Jim so relaxed in a space before. "You should get out of your uniform before you fall asleep."

Jim mouth curved into a smirk. "Trying to seduce me Bones? Got to tell you, Vulcan's don't share very well."

Bones scowled. "Don't you go setting that hobgoblin after me. I 'aint nothing but an innocent bystander here."

"Ha! Innocent my ass," Jim scoffed but he did heave himself off the couch and made his way to the bedroom. He returned a couple of minuets later in a pair of loose pants and a t-shirt. "Hey, why don't you crash here for a bit? I know you pulled a double clinic duty."

"Would Spock mind?" Bones asked.

Jim was silent, seeming to concentrate on something else before he was smiling. "Nah, he'll be fine with it. Take a load off, Doc."

Bones rolled his eyes but sat down on the couch and let out a pleasant groan. He ignored Jim's laughter and let his eyes slide closed.

Spock arrived 3.2 minuets earlier than usual and attributed this to his slightly faster pace in anticipation to get home. Despite being able to feel Jim through his bond and knew that he mate was perfectly fine now after his allergic reaction Spock still felt the need to be close with Jim.

When he arrived home he frowned as he heard voices coming through the door. He punched in the code and waited for the door to slide open and stepped in. His gaze immediately was drawn to the living room where Doctor McCoy and Jim were on opposite sides of the couch with several textbooks between them and even more spread out on the coffee table.

"Damn it Jim I'm a Doctor not a vet," Bones snapped. "How the hell would I know what damage beaming a dog from one planet to the next would do?"

"Damn," Jim muttered. "Scotty and I really need to find that dog."

"What dog?" Bones scowled.

"Admiral Archers prize beagle," Jim muttered. "Scotty was the one who actually took the dog! I didn't know until, you know after we made it disappear."

"Damn it Jim!" Bones said, throwing up his hands and finally noticing Spock. Looking at the Vulcan he scowled. "I'm saying it again, your husband is an idiot."

"Hey! You can't insult me in my own home," Jim protested but he was smiling so no offence was taken.

"Watch me," Bones growled and started collecting his textbooks and shoving them bag into his bag. When he was done he stood and made his way to the door. "He's all yours," he muttered and left the house.

"You are amused," Spock said, tilting his head to one side as he felt Jim's emotions more predominantly with their close proximity.

"It's fun to rile him up," Jim said and he stood, making his way to Spock. His husband indulged him in a human kiss, allowing Jim to wrap an arm around his waist and pull him flush against his body.

"I am pleased to see you feeling better," Spock said once they had pulled away.

"Just a small reaction," Jim said stepping back and allowing Spock to move. He knew his husband would want to get out of his uniform soon.

"I hope that you and Mr. Scott are not conducting more experiments with more of his belongings," Spock said.

"Uh, no," Jim said sheepishly. "Scotty got transferred to Delta Vega for some 'work'."

Spock nodded and moved to the bedroom to change. When he returned Jim was making him tea with their supply from home that he knew he wasn't allergic too.

"Are you enjoying you studies as a cadet?" Spock asked bluntly.

Jim looked up from where he was making the tea and frowned. "What? Of course I am. Where is this coming from?"

"I have been studying human behavior and it had come to my conclusion that acts, such as disappearing an Admiral Archer's dog, are ways to express frustrations and are not happy with their current life choices," Spock said.

"True," Jim said. "That would be a case of acting out to get attention and to fill some void that is missing but that wasn't me. That was Scotty and I getting caught up in the moment and doing something stupid." He abandoned the tea and made Spock sit on the couch before straddling his lap. "I know when we first came to earth and had just started out I was still a little lost but Spock, you must know that your idea of me joining Starfleet has made me incredibly happy."

"I can feel your satisfaction through our bond," Spock agreed, his hands coming up to rest on Jim's hips. He let his fingers slide under his t-shirt and stroke the soft skin there.

"For the first time I get to feel, well, normal," Jim said. "I'm making friends, I'm not screwing up, I've got a new mum who checks in on me and doesn't see me as a reminder of her dead husband, I'm working towards a goal and I have a smoking hot husband who loves me no matter what." Jim smiled brightly. "I don't want to screw any of that up."

Spock pulled Jim closer and captured his lips in a human kiss, allowing his emotions to pass through their bond as words couldn't fully express what he was feeling in that moment.

A spark of arousal flittered through the bond and Spock nearly moaned as Jim grounded down and deepened the kiss. Spock wrapped his arms firmly around his husbands waist and in a swift move he stood, relishing the way Jim's legs wrapped around his waist and he didn't stop the kiss.

As Spock walked them to the bedroom, intending to mark every inch of his husband he finally felt that they were both home, where they belonged.

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