maybe you don't understand my language
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sindicate[ for one of the first times in jim's life, he's happy. he's got friends, real friends, he's got his course load and work under control, and now, he's finished his semester of cadet's on-board duty and he can get back to finishing up the rest of his courses on the ground and graduate.
most importantly, he can get back to attending spock's courses in person instead of through recordings of lectures spock sends him through subspace and the volleying of papers back and forth between san francisco and the uss farragut. and jim's excited for it, sure, but just because spock's the only instructor who really, really understands him, who knows what he's capable of and presses for it, who treats him like he's someone worth knowing because of who he is and what he can do rather than who he's related to.
absence makes the heart grow fonder, nyota had prodded him with recently on a call, and he'd waved her off even though she'd snorted over what he's sure she views as his typical stupidity. it's not like that. he's very normal, he likes to think, about the only instructor that fucking matters in the entire academy.
anyway, the new term starts tomorrow. tonight, his first night back, there's a shindig for the returning cadets, and there's some annoying bit in the middle dedicated to the ones who got awards that he's planning to try and skip out on because he doesn't need to listen to someone who wasn't even there talk about his peacekeeping efforts or whatever. it doesn't matter.
maybe he can convince spock that they should go to the library instead. he really doesn't want to go to the party at all, but he promised. why'd he promise? god, he wishes he knew. propriety, huh. he shows up right on time, pristine in his dress uniform, not even being dragged in by bones and nyota or anything. he even looks like he wants to be here, a little. crazy, right?
spock's around already too, because spock's faculty and spock's always on time, and it's the first time jim'll have seen him in person in months and a smile's creeping its way up his face as he tilts his head and moves to step away from his fllow cadets to bow out when someone else steps right up to spock and jim can see across the room that it's one of the fuck-you-hot kinda babes you only see around once in a lifetime and he's all up in spock's business.
jim blinks. blinks again. pauses. spock's interacting with him like it's a normal conversation, even, and jim's never seen this guy around before. ever. ]
Who the hell is that?
[ just chattering away like it's nothing, like it's normal, and neither bones nor nyota have answers for him, which is surprising because nyota knows everybody even more than jim knows everybody. ]
Huh.
[ a member of waitstaff passes by with a tray; jim plucks a champagne glass off of it, knocks it back all at once, and sets it back in place empty without missing a beat. ]
Well, I love meeting new people.
[ behind him, bones and nyota share a look. he doesn't notice it. ]
most importantly, he can get back to attending spock's courses in person instead of through recordings of lectures spock sends him through subspace and the volleying of papers back and forth between san francisco and the uss farragut. and jim's excited for it, sure, but just because spock's the only instructor who really, really understands him, who knows what he's capable of and presses for it, who treats him like he's someone worth knowing because of who he is and what he can do rather than who he's related to.
absence makes the heart grow fonder, nyota had prodded him with recently on a call, and he'd waved her off even though she'd snorted over what he's sure she views as his typical stupidity. it's not like that. he's very normal, he likes to think, about the only instructor that fucking matters in the entire academy.
anyway, the new term starts tomorrow. tonight, his first night back, there's a shindig for the returning cadets, and there's some annoying bit in the middle dedicated to the ones who got awards that he's planning to try and skip out on because he doesn't need to listen to someone who wasn't even there talk about his peacekeeping efforts or whatever. it doesn't matter.
maybe he can convince spock that they should go to the library instead. he really doesn't want to go to the party at all, but he promised. why'd he promise? god, he wishes he knew. propriety, huh. he shows up right on time, pristine in his dress uniform, not even being dragged in by bones and nyota or anything. he even looks like he wants to be here, a little. crazy, right?
spock's around already too, because spock's faculty and spock's always on time, and it's the first time jim'll have seen him in person in months and a smile's creeping its way up his face as he tilts his head and moves to step away from his fllow cadets to bow out when someone else steps right up to spock and jim can see across the room that it's one of the fuck-you-hot kinda babes you only see around once in a lifetime and he's all up in spock's business.
jim blinks. blinks again. pauses. spock's interacting with him like it's a normal conversation, even, and jim's never seen this guy around before. ever. ]
Who the hell is that?
[ just chattering away like it's nothing, like it's normal, and neither bones nor nyota have answers for him, which is surprising because nyota knows everybody even more than jim knows everybody. ]
Huh.
[ a member of waitstaff passes by with a tray; jim plucks a champagne glass off of it, knocks it back all at once, and sets it back in place empty without missing a beat. ]
Well, I love meeting new people.
[ behind him, bones and nyota share a look. he doesn't notice it. ]
