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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: 4

Characters: Various, Jim, Janice, Winona

Word count: 1,844

Warnings: Nothing much

AN: Yes, we are on time with this lovely posting! I hope that you guys enjoy it. :D Enjoy all!

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As they sat in their chairs, they looked at each other before looking down at their lists, taking in the next name. “James T. Kirk? Isn't he the kid of Winnona Kirk?” one of the men asked his companions, tapping at the name with a finger.

“He is. The information that was provided says that he didn't have any time to really create a video but he is able to come in to talk with us about why he should be allowed into Harvard,” another man said, sighing as he sat back. “The only reason why he is even here is just because of his mother. I think that it might be interesting to see what he has to say to us,” he continued. He got grunts of agreement from the other men.

“So then, I suppose that we should let him in and hear his speech to us,” the man at the head of the round conference table said. He got nods from the rest of his men. Picking up a phone that sat near them, he called for Jim to come into the room, talking with his secretary for a few moments before he dropped the phone into the cradle. “He apparently has to have a speaker with him. From what my secretary just told me he had a resurgence of his cold and his voice is shot.”

“I hope that he's not sick now. He's not, right?” one of them men asked, looking worried about that possibility.

“No, no. From what she said, it was a small cough that weakened his voice so now he is unable to speak for extended periods,” the head male replied, waving a hand with a smile. They turned towards the door when it was pushed open, allowing Jim Kirk and his speaker to step into the room. They had to stare at the sight, not having expected to see a scruffy looking Jim. The man was wearing a pair of black jeans that hugged his legs and hips, and a blue undershirt with a plaid over-shirt and beanie on his head walk into the room with one Paul McCartney.

“Hey there,” Jim croaked, waving a hand with a smile on his lips, his blue eyes sparkling as the men stared at him in surprise. “Paul here is one of my mom's good friends and he heard about the fact that I can't really talk for long periods of time right now.”

“I see,” the head male replied, blinking a few times at the two men. “Well then, Mr. McCartney, please go ahead and start your speech if you would.”

“Alright,” Paul chuckled, clearing his throat as he pulled out a pile of cards from a pocket. Holding them up, he started to read his speech with a smile. “The young man next to me is one James Tiberius Kirk, the son of George and Winnona Kirk, and the younger brother of Samuel Kirk, future neurosurgeon,” he started. Jim once more nodded and waved at the men. “Today, he is here before you in hopes of being able to join your prestigious school.

“Jim had started out his college career with a plan to head into the business side of the fashion world but he found his eyes drawn to the legal side through a few of the courses that he had taken to fulfill some of his credit requirements. He found that the laws that he had learned about were just as interesting as the various ways that he could build a business up. During his free time, Jim had started to study the various laws, and was drawn towards those of the defense and how a lawyer worked with and around them for a client.” Paul paused when the secretary stepped into the room with bottles of water for him and Jim.

“Thank you,” Jim husked, nodding his head as he smiled, opening his bottle and drinking part of the bottle down, sighing as the coldness soothed his throat.

Paul continued on with his speech after wetting his throat. “When he had learned that there was an opening in the last LSAT exams just last month, he jumped at the chance to take it, studying hard and finally taking the exam. With an idea that came from all of that extra studying, he saw his future branch into two different paths before him,” he chuckled, smiling slightly at them as he turned to a new card. “After he had thought long and hard, and speaking with his mother, he decided to apply fully to Harvard, and to go for a degree as a lawyer. Even knowing that he would have a very long path before him.

“As it stands, there is hardly anyone knows the true Jim Kirk. They all think of him as nothing more than a frat party boy who only passes his classes because he flirts his way through them.” Paul paused once more as he looked at them with a slight smile on his lips. “But that is simply not the truth. He has a genius level IQ that he does put to good use, but he doesn't allow it to dictate his life, how he lives it, or how he treats people.

“He lives his life to the fullest, he studies hard, and he helps people whenever he can do so. And now, Jim wishes to turn his abilities in helping people to being a defense attorney for those who need it,” he continued, tucking the cards away with a smile spreading over his face. “With his knowledge of people and how they react to situations, things, and others, along with his ability to read situations that he finds himself in, and even the talent to find the truth of the matter no matter how well hidden, he will make a great lawyer. Everyone knows that Harvard Law will help him to hone those talents and abilities into a weapon that will, in turn, be well used in the court room. So that is why Jim has come to you today, even as he still heals from his cold, his voice shot and body still sore. He comes to ask you to allow him to join the future alumni of Harvard Law School,” Paul finished, Jim once more smiling next to him.

“Well,” one of the men breathed as he sat back. He blinked and stared at the two men before them, exchanging looks with the other men around the table. “Let us do the question and answer portion of this meeting shall we?” he asked. He smiled slightly at the two that nodded.

Over the next twenty minutes, Jim answered their questions with his usual charm and charisma, his voice breaking and rasping. It just added to the group of men's awe that Jim had come in to talk with them at all. His answers were concise but still filled with humanity that would connect with his clients and juries. They found themselves impressed and told him as much before they promised to contact him with his acceptance or rejection to Harvard within the next week.

Leaving the conference room, Jim smiled at Paul and shook his hand in thanks, promising to call and tell him how things had gone before the next charity ball that they were due to attend. Once Paul had walked off to get to his car, he pulled out his phone and typed out a text to his mother, and to Janice to tell them to meet him at their favorite Mexican place.

Walking up to his own car, Jim stopped only long enough to check for any text messages and calls that he may have missed while in the meeting, finding a text and a voice mail from Spock. Both of them had the other man requesting that Jim come to get his things from Spock's home when he had time. Snorting to himself, Jim unlocked his car door, opening it to climb in, tossing his phone onto the passenger side door. Starting his car, he headed to the restaurant, arriving and finding the two women already waiting for him with their drinks.

“So, tell us, how did it go?” Janice asked, Jim dropping into his chair with a sigh, phone clattering onto the surface.

“It went good,” he rasped, waving at the waitress to order some of their honey tea for his throat. “Thanks for asking Paul to speak for me, mom. He was really good.”

“It wasn't a problem, sweetie,” Winnona chuckled, patting his hand with a smile on her face. “I know that you're going to do wonderfully as a lawyer, just as your father had been when he had been alive.”

“I can hope so,” Jim replied, nodding his head when his tea was delivered, sipping at it as he went over the menu. They ordered a huge platter of nachos to share while their main dishes were made. Winnona ordered carne asada chips for herself, while Jim went with the carne asada fries, and Janice went with some rather huge chicken tacos. After their appetizer had been put down and their drinks refilled, he snagged a nacho that was loaded with toppings and ate it, sighing happily.

“I know that sigh oh too well, Jim. What the fuck happened this time?” Janice asked, wriggling a chip that only had cheese and sour cream on it.

Jim grunted at her as he wrinkled his nose. “Spock called me and left a message to come to get my stuff from his place when I have time,” he said, stealing a pepper from the plate and eating it. “I think that I heard some chick in the background of the message.”

“Wow does he move fast,” Winnona snorted, glaring at her chip. “I never really liked him but I suppose that you can't really help who you fall for,” she finally said.

“Yeah, well, now I get to go over to his place this weekend so that I can deal with all of this shit and not think about it anymore,” Jim snorted. He shrugged one shoulder. “For now, I am going to bask in my success at the meeting and show the idiots that abound that I'm not just some frat party boy with no ambition,” he drawled. The two women laughed and nodded their heads with smirks.

With that said and done, they settled in to talk with each other, Jim letting the two women dominate the conversation so that he could preserve what was left of his voice. After lunch, Janice promised that she would help him gather his things from Spock's place on Friday before she left him and Winnona to head for her car. Then mother and son hugged and said their goodbyes, parting at their own cars.

Jim sighed happily to himself and drove back to the frat house with a smile on his lips.
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