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Chapter 22
"Kirk".
Jim quickly looked up and took his test from the professor who was giving him an almost... disappointed look.
Frowning, he glanced down at the corrected sheet of paper, and suddenly found out why.
F.
He got an F.
He never got F's.
"Hey, how did you do?!"
Jim blinked and raised his gaze to the excited blonde sitting next to him.
Chekov grinned brightly back at him, a bright red 'A+' circled on his page.
When he saw the even larger letter on the older boy's page, his smile dimmed.
"... But you're zop of zee class".
"I know".
"Did he give you back zee wrong zest?"
Jim shook his head, noticing his spikey scrawl anywhere.
"Zen... Zen did you study?"
"Of course I-"
He abruptly stopped.
Had he studied?
He had never not studied before... But before didn't involve making out with Gary Mitchell on his couch for two hours.
And then being late to Bones's appointment.
And then coming back and being too tired to do anything.
And then going straight to sleep and somehow... forgetting about this test.
He glanced up as the bell rang, and he quickly packed up before storming out the door, determined to figure out just what the hell had happened?!
He was Jim Kirk, for fuck's sake, he never simply failed tests!
"Woah, hey, slow down mister! What's with the big rush?"
Jim spun around only to find a grinning brunette leaning back against the wall.
He stared in surprise, "... Gary?"
"Were you expecting someone else?" He asked, his smile bright but his eyes dark.
"Well... no, but... but I wasn't expecting you either" He replied, frowning as the man straightened up and walked over, wrapping both his arms around the blonde's waist.
Jim's hands rested unsurely on the older mutant's arms, "What are you doing?"
"Can I not see my boyfriend after class?"
"Boyfriend?"
Gary frowned, "Yea. You said it last night, remember?"
He slowly shook his head, "I... I don't really remember much from last night... Did we study?"
"If by study you mean made out while our school books remained unopened, then yea, we studied" He replied, trailing soft kisses along his jaw and neck.
Jim remained still, confused.
He always studied.
Always.
And no short skirt or tight pair of jeans had ever stopped him from doing that before.
So why now-?
"Hey man!"
The blonde pulled himself out of Mitchell's grasp and turned to grin at the familiar Asian man.
"Sulu! I didn't see you yesterday".
"Well, maybe if lover boy over there wasn't the only thing on your mind, then you would have" He teased, coming to a stop a few feet away, "I take it you're feeling better, then?"
Jim opened his mouth to reply only to have strong arms pull him back against an even stronger chest.
"He's fine, Hikaru. And if you don't mind, we were pretty occupied".
The blonde turned to Mitchell in surprise, "What? No! No, we weren't-"
Gary's face was dark and dangerous, "That means leave, moron".
"You can't just-"
"It's alright, man" Sulu replied, smile no longer as bright, "I'll see you around, yea?"
"Yea" Jim echoed hollowly, waiting until the Asian had left before roughly jerking away from his so-called boyfriend, "What the fuck was that?!"
"I was looking out for you".
"Looking out for me?! He's my friend!"
Gary's face darkened, "Not with the way he was looking at you".
"He already has a boyfriend!" Jim replied incredulously, "He's in a committed relationship! We're just friends!"
The brunette shook his head, "No. I don't believe you. You were staring at other like-"
"-like friends, which is what we are!" He snapped, "Holy fuck, can you dial down the protectiveness a little? Or, I don't know, how about a lot? Cause if we really are dating, then there's going to be some ground rules! Number one being, I get to talk to my friend's whenever the bloody hell I like! If-"
He was abruptly cut off by harsh lips pressing into his own, and a tight hand clamped around his neck preventing him from pulling back.
Eyes wide, he bit him, hard.
Mitchell leapt back with a yelp, hand coming up to touch his bleeding lip.
Jim stared at him, "... We're not dating".
"What? Of course we are! We're-"
"-not dating" He repeated, glaring at him, "Because if anyone did to me what you just did? Kissing me? Without my permission? In the middle of an argument? They'd be lucky to still have a few teeth left. So, count yourself lucky".
Turning, he made to march away, only for a bruising grip on his arm to stop him.
"What the fuck man?! Let go of me-"
"Listen to me" Mitchell snarled, and Jim found himself strangely complying.
"Here's what's going to happen" He snapped, "You're going to apologise, you're going to kiss me, and then we're going to return to your room. Is that understood?!"
It was an hour later, as they lay on his couch, Mitchell non-too-gently biting at his neck, did Jim realise he couldn't remember what had happened after Sulu had left.
"... Bones?"
McCoy turned at the almost-scared voice, only to find a definitely-scared blonde hovering just inside the infirmary doors.
"Jim?" He asked, frowning, "Are you alright? Is something wrong?"
The boy swallowed thickly, "I... I don't know".
Immediately, the doctor was half way across the room and ushering him towards the nearest hospital bed, mindful not to actually touch him.
"What happened?"
Jim frowned, staring down at his hands as he sat up on the white mattress, "... I failed a test".
McCoy blinked.
Well, he hadn't been expecting that.
"... Okay" He finally replied, "Is that... why you're here?"
"It's part of it" He said, glancing up at him, "Bones... I didn't study".
"Problem solved, then".
"No, no, you don't- you don't understand!" Jim snapped, suddenly agitated, "I don't... I don't not study. I've never not studied. Ever! Even if I hated the subject, I'd still learn it!"
"So... you were having a bad day?" McCoy guessed, "They do happen, you know. And considering you've got cracked ribs and stitches in your head, it's not really surprising".
"I didn't have a bad day, Bones".
"Then... maybe..." He sighed and ran a hand over his face, feeling completely out of his depth, "Look, kid... I have no idea what you're building up to here. So can you just... you know... cut to the chase?"
"I don't remember studying".
"That's because you didn't".
"No, it's more than that! I intended to study, I even told myself leaving the classroom that I had to study because it was first test here! But then I was talking with Gary and we made it back to my room and then..."
"Then you don't remember anything" McCoy finished, voice strangely hard.
He shook his head, "No... I don't remember anything until I came here to you last night. And the same thing happened this evening. He was waiting for me after class, and then Sulu spoke to me, and Gary... said something to him, and he left, and I know we fought over it, I know we did, but I can't, I just can't..."
McCoy felt his heart break along with the boy's voice.
Jim cautiously glanced up at him, "... It's got something to do with his powers, doesn't it? The blacking out? The not remembering anything every time we argue? Gary's... doing something. Something to me".
"Aw, hell, kid... This is why I told you to stay away from him".
"Why?"
"Because he's poison. He's lethal!"
"But why?"
"What do you mean why?"
"What does he do? What has he done? Why are you so against him?"
McCoy studied the blonde carefully, "... It's not my place to tell you why".
"Is it Spock's?"
"... Mitchell's bad news, kid".
"That isn't answering my question".
"I can't tell you what he does. Doctor patient confidentially".
"I'm not here for Doctor McCoy, I'm here for Bones!"
He looked terrified.
The older man stared at him sadly, "... He's got telepathy".
"I know that one. What's the other?"
"... Persuasion".
Jim stilled.
"... Persuasion?"
"Yea".
"The kind that makes you black out?"
"Is there any other kind?"
"... I need to go".
McCoy didn't stop him.
Waiting until the blonde had shut the infirmary doors behind him, he flipped open his communicator and hit speed dial.
"Leonard?"
"Jim just left here".
"... Is he injured?"
"No. No, he's... he's not physically hurt anyway. But, Spock, look, I think he's... I think he's on his way to you right now".
"Me?"
"Yea. He... He's pretty shaken up. So I need you to listen, alright? You're not going to want to, but... but right now, he needs you to".
"... Mitchell?"
"Yea".
"... Understood".