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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: 3

Characters: Janice, Jim Kirk

Word count: 1,876

Warnings: None really

AN: Wow! Guys! I really was not expecting the enthusiastic response to this story. Just wow! Really. It awes me and makes me so happy.

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“Is he still moping?” Janice asked the large male who had let her into the frat house, sliding her jacket off and opening a closet door. Cupcake just sighed.

“Yeah, he is. But he's calling it 'getting over a cold' and not moping,” Cupcake told her, shaking his head as he handed her a closet hanger for her to hang her jacket up on. They had long ago started keeping hangers for their sorority sisters for their jackets. Putting the jacket into the closet when she had put it onto the hanger, he shook his head and lead her through the surprisingly tidy house. “I made him some soup and stuff to help him get past that cold that he had caught while stalking away from the idiot. So I know he's feeling better.”

Janice just cocked an eyebrow at him and smirked. “Surprising that you are so willing to call your fellow future lawyer an idiot,” she snickered. She walked with Cupcake into the kitchen and watched him dish up some more soup, putting the bowl onto a tray with a smaller bowl of goldfish crackers. It was something that they both knew Jim enjoyed when he wasn't feeling well.

“That's because he is an idiot. I live with Jim and I get to see things that he's never gotten to see because he's so fuckin' busy all of the damn time,” Cupcake snorted. He placed a can of lemon-lime soda on the tray before he offered Janice a drink. His eyebrow hiked its way up his forehead as she took a soda, not used to her actually drinking them. “Anyways, Jim's a good guy with a great heart and a smart head on his shoulders. Every week, he sits down and balances out his checkbook, writes out the needed checks for his part of the bills, and keeps tabs on what he can and cannot spend. Hell, he has a separate checking account that he puts money into for special things. Like that one cake that he's paying me to make. Mind you, I'm just making him pay for the ingredients since some of that shit is expensive and it's stuff that I don't have on hand.”

“You're such a sweety, and I'm sure that she'll love it,” Janice promised, getting a sweet smile from the man. For all that he seemed like a lumbering idiot, Cupcake was surprisingly gentle with women. His mother was an old fashioned Southern lady, and had instilled him with the sense that all women were to be treated like ladies.

“I do try,” Cupcake chuckled, offering her the tray with a smile. “If you can take this up to him, I'm going to go to the store to pick up those ingredients that I need. She still likes blueberries right?” he asked, getting a nod from the pretty woman. “Alrighty than. I know what I need to grab then.”

“And while you do that, I'll make sure that he eats and drag him out of his room finally,” Janice promised. Cupcake chuckled and nodded his head.

“Thank you,” Cupcake said, heading off while Janice shifted the tray in her hands before stalking up the stairs. She didn't even bother to knock on Jim's door, barging in with a scowl. She huffed at the mess of the room and the fact that Jim looked beyond bedraggled and stuck the tray over his lap. She took in his red nose from his constant rubbing, the bloodshot eyes that weren't just from the cold, and the way his skin was so pale. She shook her head at the fact that his normally well styled hair was standing up on end while his chin and jaw was covered in more than a five o'clock shadow.

“What in all the levels of hell?” he rasped, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked down at the tray. Janice ignored him for the moment and pushed open the curtains, followed by the window, allowing the warm air to flow into the bedroom so that it could clear the staleness of the air.

“You have been moping around in your bedroom for a good week, your cold notwithstanding. In the past you were always up and around, getting past any cold after the first day,” Janice snapped. Her eyes narrowed at him as he slunk down in his bed and ate a goldfish. “But here you are, letting an idiot with a cold heart fuck with you where you've never let anyone else fuck with you,” she snarled, making him slink down even more. “Now, you will eat your soup and crackers. After that, you will get up, shower, and shave that scruff off. Then you will get into something clean so that I can bundle you down to the laundry room so you can do your laundry. While you work on that, I will be up here, cleaning this disaster zone.” Picking up a dirty pair of boxers, she gave him a dirty look. “You're really pathetic right now.”

“Hey!” Jim protested, sitting up straight only to slink back down once more at the cool look that he got from his friend.

“Eat,” she instructed as she moved around the room, muttering about people being complete idiots and needing to get over themselves. “I swear that I want to gut the nimrod that you called a boyfriend and lover,” Janice growled as she gathered the dirty clothes, tossing them into a laundry basket. “You know, I should just go out and find that bastard so I can castrate him,” she threatened.

“Don't do that, Janice,” Jim sighed as he finished off the soup, having worked on it while she had ranted and cleaned. “He's really not worth the trouble,” he continued at the glare that he got as she continued to gather up the clothes. “He's really not,” he promised. He noted that Cupcake had remembered to use gluten free noodles for him.

“And why shouldn't I? It sure as hell would make me feel better. I thought that he would be above the whole need to stereotype you,” Janice snorted, finishing with the gathering of the clothes. She instead moved to one side of the room and started to clean, only stopping to grab his trash can so she could toss actual trash into it.

Jim sighed softly at her. “And really, I didn't really give him a good reason to look past that act. You know it, I know it. Hell, even the ants that we killed when we found their nest knew it,” he stated as he finished off the noodles with a smile. “Oh that is nice. He got the good stuff. I'll have to make sure that I pay him back for that.”

“Did you know that Cupcake was only charging you for ingredients?” Janice asked suddenly. She was squatting down to start going through various crumbled pages, finding that they were letters to Spock and just tossing them into the trash can with a sneer.

“Yes, I know,” Jim replied, smiling slightly. “I also always make sure that he has some extra for the ones that fluctuate in price but also just to pay for his time. And I sneak in some of his favorite things he likes to use when I can.”

Janice stared at him for a moment before smiling and shaking her head. “You are one smart boy,” she chuckled softly before she went back to her cleaning, Jim rolling his eyes. “Genius brains or not, you are people smart too. You can read them more often than not, which is a good thing.”

“This is true, but I don't think that I was reading Spock as well as I thought I had,” he sighed, finishing off the last of the broth and shifting on his bed to nibble on his crackers. “I wasn't able to see this shit coming, that's for sure.

Janice just sighed as she found a sock and tossed it into the hamper. “That bastard is just a cold ass man who can't seem to let anyone into his heart,” she stated, moving to a new section of the room. She started to stack dishes in the cleaned area to get them out of the way. “Go on, get up, get showered and shaved, and then get ready to do laundry,” she told him. Jim sighed and put the tray to the side on his bed.

Jim knew that she was right, but his heart was still hurting. He had really thought that Spock had cared for him beyond the physical part of their relationship, but the man had still dumped him for someone more 'serious'. Not that Jim couldn't be serious when the time came for it, but the fact that he was always thinking, always analyzing was hidden by his happy go lucky nature.

Sighing, Jim gathered his toiletries, clothes and a towel so that he could shower and shave, leaving the bedroom under Janice's watchful eye, walking across the hall to the bathroom. He was soon showering off the last week, sighing happily as he felt cleaner and clearer headed for the first time since he had been left by Spock. As he carefully shaved, using the shower mirror, his mind kick started, working over the ways he could prove his ex wrong about what he thought about him. He wanted to show Spock, not to mention everyone who had ever said he was nothing but a party boy with a pretty face and a large bank account, that he was so much more than what they thought of him.

Rinsing his face off, he stared in the mirror and grunted at himself. “First things first, I need to get my nails done, hit a spa for a much needed facial treatment, and I need to spoil Janice for a kick in my ass,” he stated. He finished showering, stepped out, dried off, and brushed out his hair, leaving it to do what it wanted, the blond locks curling around his face and pulling a smile from him. Dressing in the pair of soft jeans and loose t-shirt he had chosen, he padded back to his bedroom and hugged Janice tightly, getting a blink from her.

“Thank you for being so willing to kick my ass back into gear,” he hummed. He got a low chuckle from her and a pat on his arm.

“It's not a problem, Jim. Now, grab that basket there and go do your laundry so you can spoil me. I know you. I know that you're going to do it, so might as well get this stuff done now,” she stated, getting a cheeky grin from him as he did just that.

She was proven right when they had finished with their chores. He took her to lunch at a small cafe, Jim eating a creamy vegetable based soup instead of just chicken noodle. After lunch and dessert, he took them both to the spa with a side trip to the manicurist to deal with their nails.

Jim could feel a plan percolate the entire time.
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