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Three years of anything can bring any kind of group together. Whether you from different states, countries, or planets, you spend any amount of time together for three years, and it's bound to happen. And that's exactly what happened to Leonard H. McCoy, James T. Kirk, and T'Pel Petrova. Most everyone, even those higher up in ranks knew that the three were inseparable.

"Hey, look," McCoy pointed out to Jim as they headed out from one of the many Starfleet Academy buildings. "Who's that boy with T'Pel?"

"Not sure." He seemed more or less distracted, bouncy even.

"Why are you so happy?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." He looked some female cadets up and down, muttering a "hello, ladies" before turning back around to McCoy.

"No, I don't suppose you do." He looked at him suspiciously.

"Hey, guys!" T'Pel joined them with her typical smile on her face.

"Hey, T'Pel!" Leonard put an arm around her. "I saw you with that boy."

"Did you, now? Well, you don't have anything to worry about."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, he looked at every other girl that passed by on the way over her." She made a face.

Kirk saw his chance. "Wow, what a jerk! By the way, I'm taking the test again."

"You gotta be kidding." Leonard looked over at him.

"Yeah, tomorrow morning and I want you there. You, too, T'Pel."

"I'm flattered." She said dramatically and smiled. He smirked and winked at her.

"You know, I've got better things to do than watch you embarrass yourself for a third time." Said Leonard. "I'm a doctor, Jim. I'm busy. And T'Pel should be studying as well. She's got three majors."

Jim clapped his shoulder. "I gotta study." He took off down the path.

"Study, my ass."

T'Pel giggled and Leonard smiled down at her. "Come on, Kid." He put a hand on her back and led her to one of their medical classes they had together.

"We are receiving a distress signal from the U.S.S. Kobayashi Maru. The ship has lost ordered us to stranded. Starfleet Command has ordered us to rescue them." T'Pel sat at the navigator's station for a simulation ship, her seat turned to face Kirk.

"'Starfleet Command has ordered us to rescue them, Captain.' "Jim corrected. She smiled and directed it to McCoy. He rolled his eyes and smiled back at her as she turned back to her station.

"Two Klingon vessels have entered the Neutral Zone and are locking weapons on us." McCoy informed.

"That's okay." Said Kirk.

"That's okay?" he turned to face him.

"Yeah, don't worry about it."

Uhura and T'Pel exchanged worried glances, but kept quiet. What was Jim doing?

"Three more Klingon war birds decloaking and targeting our ship." Said McCoy. "I don't suppose this is a problem either."

"They're firing, Captain." Said T'Pel, fiddling with the controls, trying to get more information.

"Alert Medical Bay to prepare to receive all crew members from the damaged ship." Kirk ordered.

"And how do you expect us to rescue them when we're surrounded by Klingons, Captain?" Uhura prodded, crossing her arms.

Jim leaned on the arm of his chair. "Alert Medical."

"Our ship is being hit." Said McCoy. "Shields at 60%."

"I understand." He pulled an apple from his pocket and took a bite out of it.

"Well, should we, I don't know, fire back?"

"No." he looked at the apple and took another bite.

"Of course not."

Without a word, the power shut down. All controls and lights were down. Everyone looked around, confused and unsure of what to do. Up in the supervising room, the officers were going nuts trying to figure out what had gone wrong. But no one had enough time to ask any questions and the power came back on. Everything was back online without any say from anyone.

"Hm," Kirk didn't seem bothered by the incident. "Arm photons. Prepare to fire on the Klingon war birds."

"Yes, sir." T'Pel was absolutely ecstatic.

"Jim, their shields are still up." Said McCoy.

"Are they?" another part of the apple was gone.

Leonard looked back at the helms screen. "No. They're not."

"Fire on all enemy ships. And one photon each, T'Pel. Let's not waste ammunition."

"Target locked and acquired on all war birds." She replied, having a hard time not bursting out into fits of laughter and excitement. "Firing."

The simulation screen showed several Klingon war birds being blown to smithereens as the fake photon torpedoes hit the ships. Kirk imitated a gun with his fingers, pretending to shoot them, making a 'pew, pew' noise. He took another bite out of his apple. It was almost gone.

"All units destroyed, Captain." T'Pel beamed.

"Begin rescue of the stranded crew. So!" Jim stood from his chair and began pacing. "We've managed to eliminate all enemy ships, no one on board was injured, and the successful rescue of the Kobayashi Maru is underway." Another few bites out of the apple, and it was gone.

Everyone sat silent in awe. The only sound was of the Academy professors scrambling to figure out what had happened during Jim Kirk's test that allowed him to beat the no win scenario, and of T'Pel's soft giggling at the navigator's station.

The Kobayashi Maru! w00t! :D

Cally