So everyone more or less wants Jim to flirt with Sulu, but now I have an idea of him sleeping with someone (it's a long story that you'll hopefully get to read), so are you guys up for him sleeping with Sulu?

Or do you just want it to be harmless flirting with Sulu due to him dating Ben?

Who do you want Jim to sleep with? (And no, Spones is not an answer yet, that'll come later)

Rachel :)

PS. This IS NOT the fight scene I mentioned yesterday, you still have another few chapters to wait for that!

Chapter 16

Spock was a surprisingly good teacher, Jim quickly realised, and very flexible.

Which, you know, also a bonus.

The two hours passed quickly, and before he knew it, class was over and Sulu was smirking suggestively at him as he left, and he winking and sending a cheeky grin in response. The Asian man laughed before disappearing out the door, and within minutes, it was just Spock and Jim remaining in the room.

The blonde turned to face him, mouth-watering at the sight of the tight-fitting shirt and even messier hair coming his way.

"Did you like what you saw?"

"Oh, I liked it very much" He replied, smirking, "You can count me in for Thursday".

Spock nodded, "Good. You will need to complete an entrance exam".

"Seriously?"

"This is not a beginner's class, Jim. Everyone here had knowledge of various martial arts before they joined".

"Yea, and I hold the retaining title of the Las Vegas Underground boxing ring".

Spock didn't know if he was joking or not.

Spock also looked strangely pissed off.

"You will need to complete the entrance exam. It is not non-optional".

The blonde sighed, and straightened up, shrugging out of his jacket, "Alright. Come on then".

The Vulcan raised an eyebrow at him, "You wish to do it... now?"

"Unless you have a better time" He replied, "The gym's empty, you're already warmed up, and I've needed to punch something since yesterday. Alright?"

Spock studied him carefully for a moment, before slowly nodding, "Alright".

"So, what's the deal?" Jim asked, as they moved to the centre of the room, "Do I need to beat you or something?"

"If you beat me, then there would be no point in me teaching you".

"Fair enough. I'll just have to go easy then".

Looking over, he found the blonde smirking at him, and he barely refrained from rolling his eyes at the boy's antics.

"The rules are simple. Nothing below the belt, nothing that causes permanent damage, and no dirty tricks".

Jim pouted, "Aw, you've just taken all the fun out of it now".

"It is not meant to be 'fun', it is a self-defence class".

"Admit it. You enjoy beating these people up".

"I will do no such thing".

"That wasn't a denial".

In order to shut him up, Spock made the first move.

Narrowly missing a surprise punch aimed for him head, Jim jumped back in surprise, "Wow, alright then, if that's how you want to play it..."

Within minutes, three things became very clear.

One, Spock was holding a shit ton back in class, because the way he was fighting now, made earlier on look like a kitten compared to this lion.

Two, the blonde was completely, positively, incurably losing and boy, was he gonna feel it tomorrow.

And three, the most important realisation, was that Jim quickly found out that not only was Chekov's probability power immune on Vulcan's, so was his Enhanced Combat.

He was surviving the fight by the skin of his teeth, relying on pure muscle memory to get him through it, and it was just so fucking frustrating not being able to predict the Vulcan's next move.

Is this how normal people fight? Jim distantly wondered, as Spock landed a solid blow to his face, the new blood gushing from his nose combining with that flowing from his re-split lip.

And fuck, did his ribs hurt again.

"Probably should have mentioned that earlier" He mumbled, ducking under another hit and retailing with a punch of his own, managing to land it hard enough to wind the Vulcan.

They had only been sparring for a few minutes, and Jim already wanted to curl up and die.

His body ached, and it wasn't the good kind of ache either that came from getting plastered at a bar and going home with a pretty showgirl.

Or showboy.

Or anyone, really.

The point was, he hurt.

It was less than ten minutes later things finally came to a head, Spock having kicked his legs out from under him and him not scrambling back up fast enough. And so, he just lay there, on the grossly sweaty gym mats, staring up at the Vulcan who had one foot on his neck.

A killing blow, if he only pressed a little harder.

He wondered what he looked like to the man, lying there on the floor, blood pouring from his mouth, his nose, the cut on his hairline, the gash on his forehead, staining his skin and the blue mats beneath him.

And in his adrenaline-and-pain-filled haze, the words flickering around the Vulcan's head were too blurry for him to read, so not only did he not have his enhance combat, he also didn't have his emotional empathic abilities, which, you know, he didn't want to begin with but now that he had them he sure as fuck was going to use them.

Spock's face was as emotionless as ever, and Jim couldn't even judge what he was thinking from the less-than-emotionless walnut coloured eyes.

And so, to put it briefly, he was hurt, sore, and pissed off.

Spock carefully took a step back, "I... Can you get up?"

Oh yea, the whole no-hand-touchy thing.

Jim slowly sat up, head fuzzy and mouth full of blood, before staggering to his feet, swaying on the spot until the Vulcan cautiously took his arm to steady him.

"I'll bring you to the infirmary" He said quietly, leading the blonde away before he had a chance to protest.

Not that he could, of course, based on the amount of spit buckets and Listerine he was going to need.

He half stumbled, half lent on Spock as they made their way through the hallways, the latter being strangely quiet.

And he still couldn't read his emotions.

Eventually, the Vulcan stopped outside a set of familiar doors, and silently pushed them open, dragging the blonde in after him.

Once McCoy saw them stagger in, he immediately dropped his paperwork and ran over, "What the hell happened?!"

"We... sparred" Spock replied faintly as the doctor took the injured boy from him.

"You sparred?" He exclaimed, "Was the intention to kill each other?!"

"No".

"Well it sure looks like it!" He snapped, quickly leading Jim over to the nearest infirmary bed and sitting him on it, returning only seconds later with antiseptic wipes and damp cloths.

The blonde slowly blinked up at him and gave a red-toothed grin, "H-Hey Bonsey".

McCoy held out a bucket as he promptly threw up.

"He... He held his own".

"What?" the Doctor asked, too distracted by his patient.

"He almost won" Spock repeated, "If I had been human, he would have".

"So you're telling me you used your Vulcan strength on him?!"

"I... I didn't mean to-"

"He was injured, Spock!"

The younger man stopped, then took a step closer, "... What?"

"He was injured!" McCoy snapped, quickly wiping away the worst of the blood, "Two bruised ribs, which, by the way, are now cracked".

"I didn't know-"

"And you didn't think to ask when you saw the split lip?"

Spock stared at the pair, the younger still retching up his lunch and the older dutifully numbing the areas that would need stitches.

"... Can you heal him?"

"Not in the way you're thinking".

"Why not?"

McCoy sighed, "Because he doesn't want me to, Spock. He'll just have to walk it off for a few days".

"... Cracked ribs take approximately 4 to 6 weeks to hea-"

"I know, you hobgoblin, I'm a doctor" He interrupted, injecting the boy with a strong painkiller, "... It's only a hairline fracture. It should take half that time, at most".

"Right. I'll... I'll see you tonight, then?"

"... Yea. Yea, Spock, see you later".

The Vulcan gave a slightly-jerky nod, before spinning on his heal and leaving.

Sighing once more, McCoy turned back to the boy in front of him, who was staring up at him with big eyes.

"... 're you mad at S-Spock?" Jim asked quietly.

"A little. Are you?" He replied.

The blonde shook his head, wincing when the movement worsened his pounding headache, "I s-should've told 'im... I jus' wanted to get in, yu'know".

"... I'm fairly certain you're in, don't worry".

Jim smiled, splitting his lip once more, "That's good... You 'ave pretty eyes".

Bones stood up, smirking, "Alright kid, I think that's enough morphine for you tonight. Come on, lie back... You're in for a rough night".