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Jim Kirk! Legally Blond	By : Strailo Category: Star Trek > Star Trek Views: 2296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Jim Kirk! Legally Blond
Fandom: Star Trek 2009
Part: 18
Characters: Jim, Archer, some McCoy
Word count: 1,533
Warnings: some asshole moments and harrassment via Archer
AN: Well yes, this is a chapter where things take a turn. For better or for worse you shall have to come by next Monday to learn!

Enjoy!

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“Kirk, do you mind staying after for a few minutes?” Archer asked as he gazed at the young lawyer to be. Jim just blinked at him a few times.

“Yes, I suppose so,” Jim replied, nodding to Sulu and Chekov as the two left with smiles and waves over their shoulders, most likely heading to their dorm. McCoy just raised an eyebrow at his friend and sometimes lover before he left with Uhura, offering her a ride to her home seeing as it was late. And it was likely that her fiance was in bed already. “You need to speak with me?” he asked as he put the last of his things into his laptop bag and briefcase. He took a seat near Archer when the man waved towards the seat.

“Please, do get comfortable,” Archer said, smiling when Jim shifted slightly. “I wanted to touch base with you on how you're doing on the team. I know that McCoy has told me that you are doing really well with everything, but I still wanted to touch base with you,” he continued. He sat down near Jim, placing an ankle onto his knee, his foot twitching as he watched Jim shift in his seat.

“All things considered, I think that it's going rather well,” Jim said as he smiled, shrugging a shoulder. “I rather like working with everyone. Not so much Uhura, but I can still easily get past our mutual dislike of each other,” he continued.

“Oh? I didn't know about that,” Archer said. He had been working on wrapping up a few other cases so he hadn't been able to really watch the way Jim and Uhura interacted. So to hear that the young Kirk was having trouble working with her was somewhat news to him.

“There's been a rather interesting conflict that was going on between us due to the fact that she is rather unhappy with me for whatever reason she has,” Jim explained, shrugging. “I got tired of her need to antagonize, and I told her off for it when I was on a lunch break one day, but have since then stayed nothing but professional in regards to her.

“Well that is always good,” Archer chuckled. He smiled softly at the young man as Jim kept a pleasant look on his face as he stared in return at the other man. He wasn't feeling really comfortable and was feeling even more uncomfortable when the lawyer uncrossed his legs and sat forward with a caring smile. The smile didn't quite ring true as much as Archer was obviously hoping for. “Tell me, how is the job treating you? I do hope it's not to stressful.”

“Of course it isn't. I am really enjoying working on this case. There is just so much to learn and so little time in the day to actually learn it,” Jim chuckled, smiling politely as he shrugged. “I was looking for something that would make me work for it as a career, and becoming a lawyer is just so much fun. And I don't have a lot to do outside of studying for exams and the such.”

“So no parties to go to? No hanging out with your friends?” Archer asked. Jim shifted slightly as he felt the growing discomfort bloom into unease and distaste.

“I do occasionally go out with the others when we're not working our fingers off and our brains into mush,” Jim replied, his eyes snapping downwards to the hand that perched itself on his knee. He looked back up to Archer's face.

Archer just smiled at him and stroked his thumb over the knee that sat under his hand, watching blue eyes narrow at him. “It must be so hard trying to juggle your social life with your studies. I know that before you joined us here at Harvard, you were a part of a large fraternity that were well known for their parties that happened every other weekend. And that you had several friends that you went to see during the week.” He smirked and leant closer to Jim, much to his distaste. “I can help make it easier on you if you would like me to...” He trailed off, the suggestion of what would be needed in compensation heavy in his words.

“Are you fucking around with me?” Jim breathed, blue eyes flashing with his disgust. “Is that why you allowed me to join your damn team? Because I just happen to be pretty and because I'm a Fraternity brother of a large scale fraternity that has a reputation? Seriously?” he growled, standing up after smacking the hand off of his knee. “I did not come here to Harvard to be sexually harassed by my teacher who is supposed to be my mentor. I came here to become a lawyer. Not a damn sex toy for some bastard who has misconceptions about me.”

Archer opened his mouth at that before he shut it with a snap, scowling up at him. “Why I never,” he snarled, standing up and watching as Jim sneered at him.

“I am here to be a lawyer,” Jim hissed before he grabbed his things. “And I'm now thinking that I might have to find another mentor if this is how you treat your students. You'll have my final decision on this matter in no less than a week. I can not believe this shit,” he huffed, stalking off and passing by a pissed looking Uhura who was walking the other way. Muttering to himself about perverts and bastards, he gasped when he ran into McCoy, the other man wrapping his arms around his waist to stop him from falling over.

“What happened? What's wrong?” McCoy asked, his eyes wide as he stared at the pissed off and disgusted look on Jim's face, reaching up to stroke his cheek very gently.

“Archer, that pervert, just tried to tell me that he could make it all go so much easier for me if I slept with him,” Jim hissed, shuddering as he rested his forehead on McCoy's chest.

“He did what?” McCoy choked out, shaking his head before he groaned and buried his nose into soft hair. “I'm sorry about that. If I had any kind of knowledge that he would have done such a thing, I would have stayed with you or stayed close by.”

“No, it's not your fault, McCoy, really. I highly doubt that any of the past idiots would have thought to press charges against him. Or they took up his offer to make things easier for themselves,” Jim sighed, relishing in the warmth that came from his friend. “I'm going to take a couple of days off though. I'll still work but I'm going to do it all from my dorm for the moment, okay?” Jim asked, McCoy nodding his head. “Thanks, Leonard. I'll text ya tomorrow.”

“That sounds like a good idea. I have the day after tomorrow off anyways. So how about you let me take you to your hair appointment and then out to lunch,” McCoy offered as Jim pulled back, smiling up at him.

“Yeah, that sounds really, really good to me,” Jim sighed, nodding his head and smoothing his thumb over McCoy's cheek with a chuckle. “Like I said, I'll text you sometime tomorrow. Maybe I'll be able to catch up on a few things finally.”

“Good luck with that,” McCoy hummed, letting Jim go, watching him leave the building and walk down the stairs. He shook his head and made a note to drop off the papers for a formal complaint about Archer's behavior after he and Uhura went to speak with Galia the next day. Urhura finally walked up to him and nodded, shifting her bag in one hand. “Ready to go finally?” he asked.

“Yeah. Thank you for giving me a ride home, McCoy,” she said, getting a slight chuckle from the man, McCoy nodding.

“It's not a problem. Let's get going since I need to go over a few things tomorrow before we head out to see Mrs. Barnett tomorrow,” he said, leading the way to his car. He noticed that she seemed rather quiet, thoughtful almost, but that really wasn't any different then usual. She stayed that way even as she dropped her off and headed for his own home.

He had to smile at the fact that as he walked through his door, he got a text from Jim saying 'good night and sweet dreams'.

“Good night and sweet dreams to you too,” McCoy drawled as he typed in the words, heading to his kitchen to heat up food and to go over some of the case information. He was quite happy with how life was going for him, even if they did keep finding shit that the prosecution didn't want to admit to having.

After all, it wasn't all that surprising to have to dig around and hunt for information in such a case. Especially since the defendant wasn't telling them her alibi.
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