Okay, so, NO sleeping with Sulu!

However, one very helpful reviewer pointed out: Gary Mitchell.

So, Mitchell shall be replacing Sulu (who has Ben) but he's going to be the same as he was in TOS: manipulative and poisonous and a very bad influence on Jim who ignores everyone's *cough* Spones *cough* warnings about staying away from him, until it's too late.

Is there any scene you'd like to see in relation to that?

Rachel :)

Chapter 17

Stepping into their shared room, McCoy immediately spotted Spock sitting cross legged on the floor at the end of their bed, eyes closed.

Meditating then.

Sighing, he worked around the Vulcan, changing out of his scrubs and getting ready for bed. Meditating usually meant silence for an hour or so, and after the tiring day he'd had, he was more than okay with it.

He was therefore quite surprised when, as he passed his boyfriend, a pale hand reached out and caught his leg.

He looked down at the Vulcan, only to find his eyes now open but still avoiding his gaze.

"... I'm sorry".

McCoy sighed once more, "It's not me you should be apologising to".

"... I know".

The doctor studied him closely, noticing the tense shoulders, the hardened eyes, and the stiff body.

In other words, the complete opposite of what meditating usually did for the Vulcan.

He sat down in front of him, legs curled up underneath him in order to be eye level with the man, "... What happened, Spock?"

He lowered his gaze.

McCoy ducked his head to catch it again.

"You're never like this" He continued, "You never lose control like this... What went wrong?"

Spock swallowed thickly, his emotions on show, and that was enough to set alarm bells off in his boyfriend's head.

Silently, he held out his hands, and the Vulcan gladly took them, body relaxing somewhat once he felt the doctor's calming emotions.

"What happened?" McCoy repeated quietly.

"Numerous events" He replied, "Some, I am still trying to understand".

"Okay. And the ones you do?"

"... It is her anniversary today".

McCoy froze.

"Spock... Shit, I'm so sorry, I completely forgot, what with the bug going around, and the nurses all off, and the extra students coming in, and-"

"Leonard" He interrupted, "It is alright... It's illogical to feel remorse around this time of year-"

"Bullshit" He said firmly, tugging his boyfriend forwards into a tight embrace, "You have every right to be upset, she was your mother!"

"... I should not have taken it out on Jim".

"No, you shouldn't have. But everyone has a breaking point, Spock... I'm just guessing that was yours. Did something... happen? Just before the fight?"

The Vulcan continued to hold onto him, "... He was being particularly flirtatious".

"Jim was? With you? Honestly, I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner".

"No. No, not with me. With another student. Hikaru Sulu".

This time, McCoy did pull back, "Sulu? Asian guy? Botanokinesis?"

Spock nodded, dark eyes troubled.

"And that... bothered you?"

"Yes. However, I have no idea why" He replied, frowning, "I'm still trying to place the emotion".

"Anger? Sadness? Shock?"

The Vulcan slowly shook his head, "No, it's none of those... I'll find a name for it eventually".

McCoy nodded, worried, "Alright. But tell me when you do, okay? Because if it caused that strong a reaction from you... it's something we should try to avoid in the future".

"Agreed" Spock replied, "... How is he?"

"Jim? He's... sore" He admitted, "He slept for one or two hours, till most of the morphine wore off. Then he started complaining so much, I had to send him back to his room in case I accidently strangled the brat".

"He will recover?"

"Oh yea, it's just a case of when" He replied, "The split lip will take a week, maybe two. His ribs will take another two. But the odd cuts and bruises will be gone in a few days, with the exception of the gash on his forehead that I had to stitch... He'll be as good as new in no more than a month".

Spock nodded once, "And... for class?"

McCoy couldn't help but smirk, "Always the stickler for education, huh? I took him off school for tomorrow, and we'll just have to see how he is Thursday... I don't want him to be off for the rest of the week, not when he just here. He'll miss too much".

"Actually... I don't believe he will".

"Meaning?"

"Meaning he's been acting up in class" Spock explained, "A lot. He puts it down to boredom. Claims that he already knows what they're teaching, despite not attending school before he came here".

"... It's possible" his Boyfriend replied, "I mean, look at Chekov. He's only 14, and he's already in the applied classes. Have you told Pike yet?"

"No. Jim does not... Get along with him".

"They've got history together?"

"Professor Pike has history with Jim's father. And that's all he sees in the blonde".

McCoy sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, "... We'll talk to him about it. Jim, I mean. See if he'll join the higher classes... Now, however, I believe it's time for bed".

Standing up, he stretched, before handing out his hand to Spock once more, and the Vulcan happily took it.

The doctor smiled, pulling him up, before gently tugging him towards their bed, "Come on, we can go and see him first thing tomorrow morning".

Spock readily agreed, climbing in before his boyfriend.

And if he held onto McCoy just that little bit tighter than most nights, and if the doctor only pulled him even closer as a result?

Well.

Neither of them were going to mention it.

Rough night was an understatement.

Jim groaned and rolled onto his stomach, before hissing and immediately turning onto his back once more. He couldn't sleep unless he was on his stomach and he couldn't lie on his stomach because of his ribs. He couldn't lie on his side because of the same reason, but when he lay on his back he found it near-impossible to breathe.

The result?

One seriously annoyed and sleep depraved Jim Kirk.

What could make this day any wors-

*BANG BANG BANG*

He was going to punch something.

Glancing over at his door where the knocking has originated from, he waited silently to see if the person would repeat the painfully loud noise again.

They did.

He growled, "FUCK OFF!"

Silence.

"... I came to return your personal belongings".

Jim frowned.

Was that... Was that Spock?

"Come on, kid, open up, we know you're in there".

And... And Bones?

"... One minute" He eventually replied, struggling to get up.

Finally staggering to his feet, he winced, and put an arm around his stomach as he quickly walked over to the door, pulling it open in one sharp movement.

In front of him stood the doctor and the Vulcan, the latter holding a very familiar looking jacket and backpack

He frowned, "Is that my...?"

Spock held them out, "You left them in the gym yesterday".

"... Thanks" He replied slowly, taking them with one hand, the other still pressed over his bruised chest.

An area which the doctor was currently frowning at, his gaze clinical, the air around him just screaming 'worry'.

"Was that it?" Jim asked instead, and McCoy's gaze snapped back up to his, "No, actually... May we come in?"