Alrighty, chapter numero two! Change of scenery (aka Spock!) I want to apologize for the very long wait…personal stuff.

Of Bikes and Glasses

Chapter 2

Hangover and a Challenge

The pictures did not do justice.

Star Fleet Academy was huge, larger than any another school he had ever seen. It was divided into three buildings: the medical building, dorms, and law enforcement. This was what Star Fleet was known for: turning out the best damn doctors, and police men and women. It seemed to stand up to it's reputation.

His bike, which he has shipped with all his stuff, was parked in front of section H of the dorms. Looking at the papers they had given him on the flight - where he was surprised he did not need a ticket, only having to state his name - he was indeed in H13.

H13 was on the first floor; the very last door on his left. It was unlocked, so he stepped inside. The room was divided into two sections for two different people, along with a small kitchen and a bathroom. Right now, even though he had a roommate, he was glad to have a his own shower. The bed to the right was already taken; black comforter and blue pillows spread out on the bed. The desk across from the bed wasn't even recognizable; medical textbooks covered the whole thing, along with those laying around the room. He was rooming with a medic then.

The boxes of his stuff where piled around the left bed, along with a box marked books. He looked at them, trying to decide whether or not to unpack now. Eh, might as well. He was only half-way through all of his stuff when the door opened again. And he had no qualms about looking at the man.

He was in blue scrubs; some of it showed stains of blood. He wore a bread stubble, and his hair was in pure disarray. He was tall - over six foot - and built well. Brown hair, dark brown eyes. Gruff. The man paused when he saw he was not alone; raising an eyebrow.

Kirk took this chance to introduce himself. "James T. Kirk, Jim."

"Leonard McCoy," the man - McCoy grunted out. He walked past Kirk and into the bathroom, obviously going to ignore him. Kirk shrugged, that was okay with him.

It took him another half an hour before he got everything unpacked. When he was done, he looked at his classroom papers; classes thankfully didn't start till tomorrow. He sighed and slumped into his bed, already bored. He wasn't tired, so he couldn't sleep. Maybe he could ask McCoy if there were any good bars around here.

The man stepped out of the bathroom then; hair still slightly damp, still looking as cranky as he had walked in. Kirk raised his eyebrow at the scowl on the man's face.

"What's your problem?"

McCoy's scowl deepened, and if he could growl he would've. "Anniversary."

Kirk hummed and sat up. "And I'm guessing by the look an your face it's with an ex?"

The man grunted and nodded, "Said she couldn't stand me working at the hospital. So she took everything. Everything except the bones in my body."

Jim sighed when he saw the disgruntled look on McCoy's face. He pushed himself off the bed and slapped McCoy on the shoulder. "How 'bout we go out for drinks on me."

McCoy sighed and nodded, "Alright."

Jim grinned and slipped on his jacket; "Alright then. Show the way."

McCoy ended up taking him to the club Enterprise, which turned out better than the name. Right as they walked through the door, a mesh of people danced. Past that, the large bar took up a whole wall. The music was upbeat and a mixture of genres. As he was swept into the ground, Jim grinned. 'Not bad,' he thought, 'not bad at all.' He didn't remember much after that.

He remembered paying for a few rounds of drinks, watching McCoy swear at the strong taste. He remembered the man complaining about his ex, but he also said he missed his little girl. He vaguely remembered grabbing a girl and shoving her in McCoy's arms, telling him to forget. But he didn't remember much after that.

But now, someone was pounding on his head, hard. And there was an annoying beeping sound that just would-not-stop. He groaned and slapped his hand against his alarm, and the beeping thankfully stopped. But the pounding in his head did not.

He groaned and sat up, holding his head in his hands. He opened his eyes slightly, half glaring as he looked around the room. McCoy was gone, and the sun was shining through the curtains; mocking him. He groaned, looking blearily at the clock; 7:45am. He swore and stumbled out of bed, tripping over his sheets. He was late, so late! He tumbled into the shower, carelessly cleaning, but it was enough for a three minute shower. His hair was still wet when he stumbled out of the dorms at 7:53; rushing down the side walk to the law enforcement building.

At 8:03, he managed to get into room 103; trigonometry by his schedule. The teacher was not there, but he saw McCoy in the back, a space beside him. Despite his hangover, he grinned and slipped into the seat beside him; placing his heavy book bag on the floor.

"Hey, Bones."

McCoy - Bones - raised his eyebrow at the new nickname, but didn't say anything about it. "About time you got up, kid."

Jim rubbed his head. "Why didn't you wake me?"

Bones grunted, "Tried. You just slapped my hand."

"Mr. Kirk," Jim's head snapped to the voice that called his name. "If you wish to talk to your peers, please do it outside my classroom." The man - teacher actually - was someone you don't see every day. He was young, nearly as young as his students. His skin tone was off - pale with an odd tint - and he had pointed ears. His dark eyes were accented by blank, square glasses.

"Now, if you will turn to page 16, we will begin…"

Jim opened his book for the only reason of fooling the teacher. He took his notebook out, writing a note to Bones; wondering just who this teacher was. Bones glanced at the note and scowled, but wrote something down and handed it back to him.

That's Professor Spock. He's half Native American, so don't ask about his looks, a lot of people do and it annoys him. But he's the toughest teacher here, so watch out. He don't take any shit. And don't even think about trying to fuck him. I remember you trying to fuck any human being last night.

Jim grinned to himself. The man was sounded like a challenge, and he wasn't the one to ignore a challenge like this. And with the looks, made him unique. And Jim really liked unique; male, female, it didn't matter. He just had to think of a plan.