Adult-FanFiction.org : Television / Streaming

Jim Kirk! Legally Blond	By : Strailo Category: Star Trek > Star Trek Views: 2296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever, make any money off of this story. I do not own Legally Blond or the Star Trek Series. I do not own in anyway any person that is in this story. Full details inside.

Chapter List
- 21
- 22
- 23
Title: Jim Kirk! Legally Blond
Fandom: Star Trek 2009
Part: 22
Characters: Various
Word count: 1994
Warnings: So much fun and tripping up a liar
AN: I am unfortunately behind on everything by a week. Last week was just busy, busy, busy. And I'm exhausted, but here is chapter 22. I hope you guys understand that sometimes real life sucks.

And sucks hard.

I am editing the next story to be posted called “Our Truths” and will hopefully have it fully rewritten by the end of this story. A good chunk of the chapters are already beta edited, so that helps a lot.

Anyways, enjoy!

*~*~*~*

Smiling as Archer stood up from his seat in the gallery, Jim waved at him subtly as McCoy hid his own smile by looking down at their papers and shuffling things together. They had been going to trial for the last three days, listening to the prosecution talk with who they were calling the Cabana Boy, one Jonathan Froman. The day was already long but they were about to take a short water break to gather themselves.

“You would think that I betrayed him with the way that he's pouting,” Jim drawled, turning towards McCoy, picking up his own papers and tucking them away into his bag.

Ever since he had filed the paperwork to become Galia's lawyer with McCoy as his supervisor, Archer had been in a snit about the fact that she had booted him completely from the case. Galia wouldn't even take any of his calls, not after he had fucked up and told her that she had hired a whore to represent her.

She hadn't taken that bit of vindictiveness to kindly, much to Jim's and McCoy's amusement. The cursing fit had been well worth the ringing in their ears.

“I think I'm going to get some water. Do you need anything?” Jim asked, holding up his water bottle and shaking it.

McCoy shook his head as he continued to shift through his paper, Galia watching him with curious eyes. “Nah, I'm good. Just be back in time ta start grillin' this cabana boy,” he hummed. Jim smirked and nodded before he left the courtroom with a smirk at Archer. Walking towards the fountain, he found Jonathan Froman leaning over it and taking a long drink.

He was tall with skin the color of lightly milked coffee, and very good looking even with his shaved head that shined dully in the light. Raising an eyebrow as the broad male purposefully took his time, Jim started to tap his foot, glaring at the other man as he straightened and looked over him with a snort. “Please stop tapping your last season Ted Baker London Buck showshoes at me. It ain't getting me to move any faster, but it does make me question your fashion sense when you wear it with such a low brow suit.” With that said, the man strolled off, leaving Jim to gape after him, feeling insulted.

“Low brow? My suit is not low brow. It is a well tailored suit from Nordstrom,” he muttered as he filled his water bottle as he frowned. “I even bought it just for my first trial. The heathen. And these shoes are hardly going to go out of style.” Grunting as he capped his bottle, he went still as a thought came to him, making him blink at the wall before him. His lips curled up in a slow smile. “Why, thank you, Mr. Froman, for handing me undeniable proof of your lies on the stand.”

Chuckling to himself, he headed back in and sat down next to McCoy, pulling him and Galia to sit down, the woman smirking at the look on his face. “I bet that you just learned something didn't you?” she drawled. Jim just smugly smirked at him, a gleam of excitement turning blue eyes bright and warm.

“I was just handed proof that Mr. Froman is lying. He has perjured himself and I bet that I can prove it if I'm careful enough in how I handle this,” Jim purred. McCoy raised an eyebrow as Galia smirked.

“And just how did you figure this out?” McCoy asked, looking over at the man who had once more taken his seat in the witness box.

“He's gay as a rainbow, honey,” Jim purred, his voice pitching just a bit higher then normal. He got blinked at by his lover and their friend. “What shoes am I wearing?” he asked, McCoy and Galia looking down at them.

“I have no idea. I think that they may be Ted Bakers, because I have a couple pairs myself, but beyond that, no idea,” McCoy said. He shrugged and looked at the smug look on Jim's face.

“If he was a shoe whore, I wouldn't think twice about it. I'd figure that was how he knows about them, but he's not. Something about the way he worded what he said to me was the tipping point. Only a gay man would insult my clothes the way he did,” Jim drawled. “Even straight fashionista's don't talk like a gay man when it comes to clothes,” he continued. “You just need to trip him up in some way and show the judge and jury that he's lying a blue streak up on that stand. If we can slice out a witness on the prosecution's list, I bet that it'll just get that much easier.” Looking to the door, he frowned slightly at finding that Spock had walked in and was standing there, staring at him.

“Do you need a minute to talk with him?” McCoy asked, following Jim's eyes as Galia frowned at her lawyers ex before snorting and turning away from him. “I need to work on what I'm trying to figure out, how to trip him up.”

“Yeah, I think I do. So I'll be right back,” Jim hummed as he stood once again and walked over to Spock, staring at him. “I take it that you want to talk, huh?” he drawled. He hadn't truly seen his ex-lover and boyfriend since they had seen each other at the club and had had the tiff. So it was surprising to see him during the break.

“If you have the time to,” Spock said, Jim nodding his head and leading the way out of the courtroom. He lead the other man to a side room just off of the main hallway once he made sure it was empty.

Facing his ex once more, he crossed his arms and looked at him with a blank face. “Why are you here? And if you're here to tell me how bad of an idea this is, you can take it and shove that thought up your ass. I didn't take it from you fiance when she decided to corner me the day after our first court date and bitch at me just because Galia wanted me as her lawyer. And I sure as hell won't take it from you.”

“I am not going to say anything like what NyotraNyota said,” Spock promised. Jim gazed at him for a good long moment and wondered just why he had never seen the cool disintrestdisinterest in which his ex showed and felt as he went about his life. Compared to his friends, even compared to McCoy, Spock was just too shut off from the rest of the world. But Jim figured that came with growing up knowing that he would be the next coming of the Ice Lawyer that his great-great grandfather had started long ago.

“Then what are you going to say? Cause I have a gay man trying to play straight up on that stand and I need to help McCoy oust him in front of the jury,” Jim drawled as he tucked his hands into his pockets. He raised an eyebrow.

Spock sighed quietly and rubbed at his neck, staring down at Jim as a frown played over his lips. “Jim, are you absolutely sure that you are ready for this trial?” he asked, watching as Jim glared up at him. “I am not saying that you are not ready, but I am not saying that you are,” he continued.

“No. What you are saying is that I'm rushing into something that I don't know anything about,” Jim drawled, shaking his head with a snort. “Look, you can doubt me all you want, but I have a trial to get through and a woman to get off for something that she didn't do. If you'll excuse me.”

As he walked out of the room, Jim idly mustmused that it felt as if something had finally been unhooked from him. It left him feeling lighter and happier about the solidifying that he and Spock had never been a good match. He was much better suited for the lawyer who was raising an eyebrow at him and holding a legal pad in one hand. “Got my questions here,” McCoy drawled. “Did everything go okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, it did. I just had to put some past to rest before I could do this,” Jim said, looking over the questions and smirking. “I think I can do this instead if you don't mind. Remind me to do something really nice for you later.” The tone of his voice made it clear which kind of nice thing that he was speaking about and made Galia snicker softly as she turned her head.

McCoy nodded as the judge came back in, everyone standing. “Alright, is everyone ready for the trial to continue?” she called out, banging her gavel as everyone took their seats.

“Yes, your honor, we're ready,” Jim told her. He nodded his head and moved from the table, tapping his legal pad once on his hand before he dropped it to the table when he paced by it. “Mr. Froman, we'll start this off easily enough. You say that you and Mrs. Barnett were lovers, but is there any proof of this affair?” he asked, coming to stand before the other man and smiling softly.

“No, no proof. Only the love in my heart,” Froman said, leaning closer to the microphone to make sure that he was heard correctly.

“I see. So you have no actual, touchable, seeable proof beyond these so called memories?” Jim asked as he rocked on his feet.

“Alas, no. We dared not,” Froman said, watching as Jim started to walk slowly back and forth before him, his eyebrows furrowed.

“I see,” Jim said, taking a deep breath as he gathered himself for what was to happen. The next few questions would lay his needed base and he had to act fast enough for the man to not be able to think about his answers. “Did you ever take Mrs. Barnett on a date?”

Froman nodded, leaning towards the microphone once more as he said, “Yes.” He answered the question of where with “I took her to a restaurant that is Concord, not wanting to be recognized.”

“Okay. And how long have you been sleeping with her?” Jim asked. He carefully restrained the smile that was trying to spread over his lips as he laid the bait.

“Three months, give or take a day or two,” Froman said. Jim walked over to the stand before the witness as he answered.

His face and tone was bored, almost absent minded as he asked, “And your boyfriend's name is...?” trailing off at the end.

“Carlos,” Froman answered almost automatically before realizing just what he had said, trying hard to backtrack as the courtroom stared in stunned silence. “No, no, wait a minute. I thought...thought that you had said my friend. My friend's name is Carlos,” he tried even as the courtroom erupted into whispers.

They all feel silent once more, not having expected a thin male the color of burnt toffee to stand up and sneer. “See if I ever grace your arm again,” he sniffed before stalking off.

Froman stood up from his chair and called out Carlos' name before he was ordered to sit down once more. The courtroom erupted into talking again, everyone staring at each other and amazed at the masterful maneuvering that Jim had just pulled off.

It was a forgone conclusion that one Jonathan Froman was quickly removed from the witness list and hit with perjury charges on top of that. The jury quickly forgot about his 'testimony'.
- 21
- 22
- 23
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Jim Kirk! Legally Blond