Hey, do you guys want Spock as a student or a teacher or just the student counsellor? Cause I have a fight scene between Jim and Spock, but I need a reason leading up to it, so I was thinking Self Defence class?
Ideas?
Rachel :)
Chapter 14
"Jim".
"Spock".
"Please, come in".
The blonde reluctantly followed the Vulcan into the glass office once more, taking the same seat as yesterday.
"How was your first day of school?" Spock asked, glancing down at a clipboard in his hands.
"Boring" He admitted, curiously wondering what was written on the page.
The Vulcan frowned, and turned back to him, "Boring?"
"Boring" Jim repeated, annoyed, "Half the stuff I learn in class I already learnt myself when I was ten! It's boring!"
"Is that why you're acting up?"
He blinked, surprised.
"Is that why I'm here Monday night instead of waiting till Sunday?"
"Perhaps".
"Then perhaps that's my reason too".
Spock raised an eyebrow at him, "... I'll take that as a yes".
"Then that is the reason I'm here six days early".
His mouth twitched, "Yes. After... quite literally, all of your teachers complained to Pike about you disrupting the class, he felt it... necessary, for us to speak again".
"I don't know why, I didn't gain anything from this yesterday morning".
"Yesterday morning was an evaluation, this is an actual session".
"A therapy session?"
"I did not say that".
"No, but you were thinking it".
Spock stared at him for a moment before glancing back down at his clipboard, "You had five classes today, correct?"
"I suppose".
"And in all five of those classes, you misbehaved".
"I'm not a child, Spock".
"Then stop acting like one".
Jim looked up in surprise only to find the Vulcan looking back at him, the air around him reading determination and a slight hint of annoyance.
"You're really not into the whole 'I'm concerned, I just want to help' motto, are you?"
"I am a Vulcan, I do not feel concern".
"Bullshit" He snapped, "I know full well you feel emotions, you just chose not to show them".
"Is that another one of your abilities, then? Feeling others emotions?"
Jim scowled.
That sly bastard.
He abruptly stood up and walked over to the window, "So what did those idiots say?"
"Those 'idiots'?"
"The teachers, professors, whatever they want to call themselves".
Spock bit back a smile, "You mean how did your teachers complain about you?"
"Yea, what'd they say?"
"Your communications professor, Captain Becker-"
"You mean the moron who tried to convince me that communicators couldn't be used as homing transponders?"
"You said, and I quote, 'I could eat a whole bowl of alphabet soup and shit out something more intelligent than what you just said'".
Jim snorted, "Yea, that was a good one".
"He was not as amused".
"Well, yea, that was the point".
"Your other teachers mentioned you also said just as insulting things to them".
"I wasn't insulting them, I was just telling the truth".
Spock mentally sighed, "Jim... You can't argue with your professors".
"What if they're wrong?"
"Then you inform myself or Professor Pike".
"That won't make them any smarter".
"No, but it'll stop them from giving you extra homework".
Jim scoffed, "Extra homework? I'm so scared!"
The Vulcan studied him closely, noticing how the boy was staring up at the night sky, much the same as how he'd stared up at the morning sky the day before.
"Have you chosen your electives yet?"
"The optional subjects?" He asked, "No. Thought I was having so much fun with these five morons, I couldn't possibly take on a sixth".
"... We have an Astrophysics course, as well as Steller Cartography. You should give them a try".
"Why?"
"Because you're interested in Space".
Jim frowned, and finally drew his gaze away from window in order to face the Vulcan again, "Space?"
"Judging by your tendency to study the sky" Spock explained, "Are you interested in Space?"
He glared, "Because of my father?"
"Because of your own individual actions" He corrected, "What do you like to do?"
"... I don't know".
"Well, what were your extracurricular activities before you came here?"
"I didn't have any. I didn't go to school".
Spock blinked in surprise, and Jim carefully stored that information away for later.
If the Vulcan didn't know where he was found, then that was perfectly fine with him.
"Then what do you find interesting?"
He shrugged, "I don't know. Stars, I guess. Fighting, cards-"
"Fighting?"
"Yea. Why?"
Spock gave a small smile, "Because we have a self-defence class".
"You guys any good?"
"We don't compete professionally" He replied, "It's merely a... median, if you will, for students to use up extra energy".
"For them to beat the shit out of people and not get in trouble for it" Jim replied, smirking, "Alright. I'm interested. What's the deal?"
Spock couldn't help but give a disapproving frown at the blonde's statement, but since he was finally showing some intrigue for something, he chose not to comment on it.
"It's on twice a week, Tuesdays and Thursdays, though the gym is open for all students at any hour. Class usually lasts approximately two hours".
"So how do I get in?"
"Ask Professor Pike" He replied, "He'll explain everything".
Jim's grin immediately fell to a scowl, "No thanks".
"It's not optional. You'll have to inform him-"
"Then I won't join the class!" He snapped.
Spock frowned, "You are that much adverse to speaking with the professor?"
"The 'professor' doesn't see me for me".
The older man titled his head to the side, curious, and Jim couldn't help but find the motion strangely adorable, spikey hair and biker jacket and all.
He walked back over and collapsed on the couch with a sigh, "... He knew my father".
"Professor Pike?"
"Yea. But, of course, he wasn't a professor back then. He was a-"
"Captain".
Jim glanced up in surprise, but slowly nodded, "Yea. He was a captain... And he was my dad's best friend... I only met him twice, my mother never got on with him so he was never around growing up. The first time, he came to one of my father's memorials when I was about two".
"And then?"
"And then... then he visited the house, a few years later. Told me stories about my dad, what a great man he was, how much I looked like him... My mother never about talked him. She threw a fit when she came home, so he had to leave pretty quick".
"Yet you still... hate him?"
"Of course I hate him! He knew what was happening, he saw what was happening and he still chose to just step aside and leave me there despite-"
He abruptly stopped.
Spock slowly leant forward, intrigued, "Despite what, Jim? What was happening?"
"... None of your fucking business, that's what".
The Vulcan's eyes softened as the boy's mask was built up once more.
"Jim... I'm here to help".
"Yea, well, I don't want your help!" He snapped, standing up, "And now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a fuck ton of extra homework to do".