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Jim Kirk! Legally Blond	By : Strailo Category: Star Trek > Star Trek Views: 2299 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Jim Kirk! Legally Blond

Fandom: Star Trek 2009

Part: 9

Characters: Sulu, Jim, Chekov, Scotty, McCoy

Word count: 1,567

Warnings: some language

AN: This was supposed to be last weeks chapter but shit happened. Sorry.

Enjoy though. I'm so tired.

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“Trust me when I say that you'll like him.” Looking away from his mirror and to where Sulu was leaning against his wall, Jim frowned at him before returning to fuss with his hair.

“So you and your dear lover boy have told me several times already,” Jim drawled. He shook his head and stood straight, smoothing his hands down over his shirt, making sure that his shirt was on right.

“We are not lovers,” Sulu complained, wincing when Chekhov merely frowned at him from his spot before huffing at him.

“That is not what you said just last night,” the smaller male said, shaking his head as Sulu blustered and flushed brightly. He finally let him off the hook after a moment, patting his head with an amuse smile dancing on his lips. “But Hikaru is right, my friend, you shall like him quite a bit,” he chuckled. “If nothing than just a new friend. He is not sure what he wishes to do with his degree once he is done with it. But he will probably play lawyer to people who will pay him lots of money. He also has a degree in engineering,” he continued as he watched Jim sit down in his desk chair to bend over and pull on his shoes.

“Well, as you said, at least it'll be fun,” Jim hummed, standing again with a smile on his lips. He held out his arms and raised an eyebrow at his friends. “So? What do you think?” he asked. Sulu and Chekhov eyed the outfit with a critical eye. The blond man had decided to wear a pair of gray colored jeans that were tailored to fit his hips and lean legs to the perfect advantage. He had paired it with a rust colored cowl necked sweater, the sleeves ending about halfway down his forearm. With high top sneakers, he looked ready to go out for a fun night with friends and a new possible friend.

“You look very good,” Chekhov stated, beaming happily as Sulu nodded his head and walked to stand next to his lover, an almost smile quirking his lips. “We are now ready to go, yes?” he asked.

“Taxis tonight, right?” Sulu asked, the other two men nodding. “Good because I called one on the way to gather you, so it's probably already waiting for us downstairs,” he stated, waving one hand. Jim grabbed his wallet, made sure he had cash and cards, snagged his phone and keys, and made sure that he didn't need anything else as he shoved them into his pockets.

“Yep, let's get out of here,” Jim said, smiling and shuffling his friends out of the door, locking the room up after them. He followed his two friends down the stairs, a bounce in his step. At the moment he was feeling rather good, which really kind of surprised him, yet at the same time didn't. He was, unsurprisingly, getting past the way Spock had broken off their relationship. He wasn't even feeling bad with how their current non-relationship was going.

Smiling at each other, the three climbed into the waiting taxi and headed to the jazz club that they had chosen for their night out, meeting the man that Sulu and Chekhov had bet during several exercises that they had attended for the class points. He was a bright man, Scottish, a little sandwich happy, but still extremely smart and even able to keep up with Jim's mind. When Jim had met him, he had introduced himself as Montgomery Scott, but had told him to call him Scotty.

Jim soon found himself relaxed, smiling, and laughing as Scotty regaled him with a tale of his first year at Harvard. The man was shaking his head as he moaned at the way that he had lost his class schedule the day that they had started. “I swear tha' I walk'd 'round th' campus for way too long,” he drawled, waving his beer bottle and making the three men snicker into their own bottles.

“Okay, so let me get this straight. You spent the week before classes started up walking around the campus and getting to know the layout, but then you lost your schedule and didn't really think to go to the office to get a new one?” Jim asked him, sounding much to amused for Scotty's liking.

“It took me 'bout three hours of me tearin' apart my dorm room for tha damn thing 'fore my roommate got tired of me doin' that. He told me ta go up ta the office or just print it out from my e-mail,” Scotty huffed at him. Chekhov reached over and patted his shoulder with a snicker and an amused look.

“And thus the reason why I printed out several copies of my own schedule and placed them in various places,” Chekhov stated. Sulu nodded next to him with a groan.

“He did too. I'm still finding the damn things running around our room,” Sulu complained, knocking his shoulder against his lovers. He got a smirk from the younger male and took a long draw on his beer before he put it down on the table. “But he does get to his classes on time,” he continued, sitting back in his seat. He swept black eyes over the other customers of the club that were there to socialize and listen to the rather good band that was playing something rich and slow. “Aw, shit. Look what the cat dragged in.” Jim snorted, amused at how alcohol loosened the tight leash that Sulu kept on himself.

Curious though, the other three turned and looked to where Sulu was staring and caught sight of the person he was looking at. Jim pursed his lips slightly as he stared at his ex and his new girlfriend before he shook his head. Chekhov simply sniffed in distaste and looked away as Sulu stood up from the table. Scotty looked at the couple with curiosity before he turned to his companions.

“I'm going to go grab some more drinks. Anyone want refills?” Sulu finally asked, Scotty nodding his head while Chekhov shook his head.

“Just get me a soda please? And see about a menu?” the young Russian asked, getting a soft smile from his partner as he nodded his head.

“I could do for 'nother beer,” Scotty told him, Jim just waving his empty bottle and nodding in agreement. “I know tha' they have some good food here to.”

“So I keep hearing,” Jim drawled as Sulu headed off to get the requested drinks, ignoring the couple carefully. “I see the curiosity in you. That's Spock and his new fiance. The icy bastard dumped me on our anniversary for someone who was apparently a lot more serious,” he told Scotty, shaking his head.

“That right there is an idio' man,” Scotty stated, nodding his head as he smirked at Jim. “If I was interest'd in men beyond the occasional fun, you'd be someone I'd date.”

“That is just so sweet of you, Scotty, thank you,” Jim teased, his eyes glinting with thankfulness of the words. Scotty nodded and saluted him with his beer bottle with a chuckle. “Don't tell me that they're heading over here,” Jim sighed when he caught the sour look on Chekhov's face.

“They are,” Chekhov huffed, shaking his head as Uhura and Spock came to stand next to their table, running their eyes over the three men.

“It is rather surprising to see you here, Jim,” Spock drawled, tilting his head to the side as he watched Sulu head their way with beer bottles and a soda bottle in his hands, menus tucked under his arm. “What brings you here?” he asked.

“Oh, just a little fun with the fella's,” Jim drawled, shrugging one shoulder. “I needed to relax after all of that debate and learning in class after all.”

“Law school really forces you to think,” Sulu drawled as he handed over the drinks and taking his own seat. He handed Checkov and Scotty the menus to decide what they would get, Jim leaning slightly over to look at Scotty's menu. “Makes you smarter too.”

“Like I need to get any smarter. My mother actually pouted at me when I video chatted with her. She said that I was sounding like a lawyer and Janice is threatening to send Cupcake after me if I don't eat more sweet things,” Jim snorted, getting amused looks from his friends. Spock just shook his head while Uhura sneered and dragged her lover off with a flick of her hair. “Man, does that woman have a stick up her ass.”

“I would think it is a pole, not a stick. It is much to rigid,” Chekhov stated. Sulu, Scotty, and Jim all stared at him for a few moments before they burst into laughter.

“Well then, pole up her arse it is,” Scotty chuckled. The four friends clinked their bottles together with cheers. “So, tell me, who's anxious to hear who Archer chooses this year for his apprentice set?” he asked, easily turning the conversation to a more pleasant topic instead of an idiot man who had dumped his lover for an apparent icicle.
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