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After what felt like forever to both Jim and Leonard, a man holding a spear and dressed in traditional Roman style garb, stepped out of the darkness. Jim instinctively placed himself between the man and Leonard, wiping his sweating hands on his pants before quickly picking up his sword from off the ground and holding it halfway in the air in front of him.

Leonard tried to grab at Jim’s pants, trying to pull him back but Jim just shook him off and stood his ground, continuing to glare at the man. The man only used his spear to point at the dimly lit doorway and said “Come”.

Neither Jim nor Leonard moved a muscle at the man’s words. The man then simply walked out from the doorway, slowly and non threateningly, yet Jim didn’t lower his guard. As the man approached and made his way behind them, Jim moved with him, always placing himself between the man and Leonard, despite the others protests of still trying to grab Jim back.

“Go.” The man said again as he lowered his spear and pointed to the door, yet made no other moves.

“Jim, maybe we should, what else are we going to…” Leonard whispered quietly to Jim, seeing no other choice besides fighting but the man was obviously not threatening them and they were exhausted. Jim’s eyes darted to Leonard for a split second, he was bleeding and tired. Jim wasn’t fairing much better, but if the man tried something, he wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

When the man made no more moves but to keep pointing at the door, Jim eventually lowered his sword before dropping it into the sand next to Leonard’s shield. Jim backed up slowly, not taking his eyes off the man, and stood beside Leonard once more.

“Come on Bones, lets get you up.” Jim said as he put his arm underneath Leonard’s shoulder and helped him out of the sand and to his feet. Jim glanced back at the doorway and slowly started inching his way toward it, still keeping himself between the man and Leonard. Jim kept his arm around Leonard, helping him walk to the door. Jim knew Leonard had to be tired when the other didn’t protest at the assistance.

Jim led them through the doorway, slowly, still on high alert for anything amiss. The only thing he got was the door slamming behind him, causing him to hesitate, making the man behind them jab him in the back with his spear to make Jim keep walking. Jim hesitantly kept walking them both down the dimly lit hallway, after giving the man behind them a stern glare.

“You’ve done well. The Emperor is pleased.” The man holding the spear said quietly as they rounded a corner.

“Emperor? Who are you? What do you want with us?” Jim fired off as the man finally broke the silence. He was hoping for answers but didn’t really expect the man to answer any of his questions, and it was quickly confirmed when the man just laughed at his confusion as he stopped them in front of a large door.

“Inside.” The man said, nodding in the direction of the open door. Jim didn’t bother arguing and shuffled himself and Leonard inside the door. Jim sat Leonard down gently on the straw floor. Leonard groaned softly as he slid to the floor, landing with a soft “thump”.

“You alright Bones?” Jim asked as he took Leonard’s face into his hands, looking the doctor over, his stark blue eyes full of concern.

“I’m fine Jim, but your hands are filthy. No telling what kind of germs are in this place.” Leonard groused as he slowly pried his head from Jim’s grasp. Jim rolled his eyes, amused as he put his hand on Leonard’s leg and hoisted himself up. Jim walked around the fairly small room, no windows, only tall wooden walls with the door they walked in, the only means of escape. Jim sighed in frustration, continuing to look around for something, anything to give him a clue.

“Jim, stop. We’ll figure it out, but for now come over here and rest.”  Leonard said softly as his eyes followed Jim around the room. Jim stopped for a moment and glared at the wall in frustration. As much as he knew Leonard was right, at the same time he didn’t want to admit defeat and continued to check the walls in vain.

“Jim…” Leonard said more sternly this time. Jim heaved a heavy sigh and admitted defeat for now and made his way over to Leonard and slid his way down the wall next to him. Jim rested his head on Leonard shoulder and let out a small huff. Leonard chuckled and patted Jim’s leg as he laid his head on top of Jim’s ruffled hair.

The two of them ended up dozing off, for how long neither of them knew. They were both startled awake when the door to the room creaked open loudly. Leonard and Jim’s eyes snapped open just in time to see another man being shoved roughly into the room, landing face first in the straw. They both stared from the man to the soldiers until one soldier came in carrying two trays and plopped them down next to Jim and Leonard.

The soldiers left as quickly as they came and both men were stunned for a few moments before Leonard got up slowly, sore from the earlier fight, and made his way over to the man. Leonard knelt down next to the man and checked his breathing and his pulse.

“You with me?” Leonard said loudly as he smacked the mans face a couple of times. That’s all it took for the man to come around. His eyes flew open as he scrambled up to his feet, knocking Leonard on his ass in the process. Jim was over Leonard in a flash, not sure what the man was going to do.

The man calmed down quickly, finally getting his bearings and realizing that he was outnumbered. Jim and Leonard both retreated back to their side of the room, not taking their eyes off the man.

“Easy you two. You’ll find no trouble with me. Best to save your energy.” The man said as he slid himself down slowly against the wall on the opposite side of the room, exhausted and still bleeding from his various wounds.

“Who are you? What is this?” Why are we here?” Jim said quickly, he wanted some answers and this guy was going to give them.

“As for who I am, that’s unimportant, but who we are is the same. Noxii.” The man answered with a grim smile as he held his bloody arm closer to his chest.

“A what now?” Leonard asked, arching an eyebrow, halfway looking from Jim to the mystery man for a clue.

“Noxii, basically slaves or criminals used for fodder in gladiator events, lucky us.” Jim replied with what almost sounded like a scoff, like he was offended.

“As for the what and why, I think you can pretty much figure that one out. You seem to be pretty smart.” The man spoke once more, closing his eyes as he finished his sentence. Jim let out a small bark of a laugh, a little from the humor, but mostly from nerves. This was going to be a tough one to get themselves out of.

“And don’t even think of trying to escape. They’ll find you, they always do. No one has escaped and survived. Your best chance is to stay here, fight and hope you survive and earn your freedom.” The man added in, peering over with one eye cracked, as if reading Jim’s mind.

“Might as well get some rest, the two of you are going to need it.” The man suggested as he made to lay down on the hay lined floor, trying to get comfortable and closed his eyes.

“What the hell do we do, Jim?” Leonard asked quietly, still trying to take in this whole situation.

“We play the game. If they want a show, well give them a show.” Jim said simply, shrugging his shoulders, as he too lay down on the hay floor, glancing at the trays the soldier dropped off earlier. There was a little bit of bread, cheese and grapes on each tray. Jim dug in hungrily and offered Leonard some cheese.

“Oh good, another one of your death defying schemes. I can’t hardly wait.” Leonard let out a small sigh as he took the cheese without another word, not realizing till now how hungry he had become.

Jim went to offer the wounded man some bread but he refused. Jim shrugged and sat down next to Leonard as the other ate some of the grapes. Jim finished off some of the bread before curling up on the floor, exhausted. Leonard followed soon after and curled into Jim. It doesn’t take either of them long to fall fast asleep.

Jim and Leonard were woken abruptly when the cell door was flung open and soldiers marched in and they were both roughly lifted into the air and onto their feet.

“Hey!” Jim shouted as they were being manhandled, trying to grab his arms out of the soldiers grasp. Leonard grumbled some obscene, choice words as he fought back slightly against the soldiers. The soldiers didn’t care and ushered them both unceremoniously out into the hall.  

Leonard and Jim both walked down the hallway, angry at being woken up so roughly. They were led to yet another room like the one they were in before when they first woke up.

“Fantastic.” Leonard grumbled as the door shut behind them with a loud click, plunging them both into darkness once more.

This time at least the two of them were semi aware of what was going to happen next. They both stood next to each other in the darkness, waiting for whatever would happen next. Both of them practically vibrating with tension as they counted down the minutes that felt like hours.

After what felt like forever, the door finally creaked open slowly, bathing the small room in bright light. The two of them tentatively made their way to the edge of the doorway, Jim being the first to peer outside. When his head broke the doorway, the entire stadium erupted into loud, raucous cheers.

Jim stepped out fully into the light and surveyed their surroundings, trying his best to ignore the cheers of the crowd. After confirming that the coast was clear, for now, he motioned for Leonard to follow behind him. When Leonard stepped out, the crowd only got louder.

While the two were still looking around them, noting obstacles and walls that were randomly placed, when suddenly the sound of more doors opening filled the air around them. Leonard and Jim immediately went back to back, looking in the direction of the doors that just opened.

The two stood together, neither moving a muscle. The air was thick with anticipation, both of them remembering their previous experience all too clearly. They both stood their ground as they watched numerous other men peek their heads out of their respective doorways, all looking utterly terrified.

“I don’t think they’re the enemy, Jim.” Leonard said as he glanced around, noting their behavior and the looks on all of their faces.

“I don’t either, Bones.” Jim stated flatly, eyes trained on one doorway that was still closed. “We need to find weapons, armor, anything.” Jim added in, looking around quickly, never taking his eyes off the door for too long.

“Over there!” Leonard shouted and nudged Jim with his arm, pointing over to where their previous days weapon and shield lay. Jim and Leonard rushed over and grabbed the weapons, and just in time too.

The last door finally started to creak open slowly. All the men that were still in the doorway ran out into the arena and scrambled towards Leonard and Jim, the only ones with any sort of weapon. The men scrambled around them, ducking behind whatever cover they could find.

“Maybe we should follow suit, Jim.” Leonard said a little nervous, holding his shield up as much as he could, glancing from Jim to the open door.

“In a second. I want to know what we're dealing with.” Jim replied, his eyes trained on the dark doorway.

The sound of hooves suddenly filled the arena as a big, black Andalusian came trotting out of the cell as a rider, dressed in light Roman armor, armed with a bow and arrow, egged his steed on into the arena.

The man suddenly stopped the horse as he saw Leonard and Jim standing out in the open. He quickly drew his bow and arrow and sent an arrow sailing in between the tiny gap that separated the pair. Leonard flinched and moved away, Jim stood his ground, glaring at the man as if daring him to knock another arrow.

“Come on you idiot! Get down! Do you want to be a shish kabob?” Leonard yelled to Jim as he grabbed him and forced him to take shelter behind a small wall closest to them. Leonard glared at Jim for a few moments, angry at Jim’s stupidity, but it soon went away, that wasn’t what was important right now.

“What do we do, Jim?” Leonard asked as the sound of the horses hooves hitting harshly and kicking up the sand, filled his ears, drowning out the shouts and cheers of the crowd.

“Simple, survive.” Jim answered easily while glancing around the wall, trying to size up his opponent, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

“I hope you have a plan, Jim.” Leonard replied as his grip tightened around his shield. Jim smiled in reply and gave Leonard a small wink. Leonard didn’t have a good feeling about this, but he trusted Jim. He had gotten them both out of similar situations, mostly intact.

Leonard shut his eyes for a moment and steeled himself. He let out a big breath and brought his shield up and placed it standing up in the sand.

“I’m with you Jim.” Leonard said finally as he brought himself up on one knee, his hand resting on Jim’s shoulder.

“I knew I could count on you Bones. Let’s do this.” Jim said, bringing himself up as well with a large grin on his face, careful not to stick his head above the wall.

“I’m so going to regret this.” Leonard mumbled as Jim went to move to a different shelter with a better view, and closer to the other men. Leonard reluctantly following suit, this wasn’t going to be pretty.

“Jim, I don’t…” Leonard started out but was quickly cut off and all Jim could hear was a quick shuffling noise, loud but muffled muttering, followed by a loud ‘thunk’, then nothing but silence.

“Bones?” Jim said as he quickly turned around, but was met by a set of legs. Jim tried to shuffle away, but landed himself against another set of legs. Jim quickly looked up, trying to get a good look at whomever was standing in front of him, but the sun was too bright to get a good look.

Before he could completely scramble to his feet, he was shoved back down by a strong pair of hands, and a bag shoved over his head quickly. Jim tried to struggle but barely got started before another loud ‘thunk’ filled the room.

“An excellent, healthy, strong looking pair. They’ll do nicely, give us quite the show.” A voice came from the opposite side of the room, and the rest of the group chuckled their agreeance.

Jim suddenly came to when his body hit the dirt with a hard ‘thump’, followed by a second, louder ‘thump’ to his right. Jim sat up quickly and removed his hood, as he heard a low groan penetrate the darkness.

“Bones? Bones! Is that you?” Jim asked as he scrambled around in the dark, trying to find his boyfriend.

“Of course it's me, who else would it be?” Leonard growled lowly as Jim shuffled over and accidentally knocked him in the head with his knee, earning him a litany of muttered curses.

“Sorry Bones.” Jim mumbled as he took the others face in his hands, grimacing slightly as his fingers brushed across a sizable bump on the side of Leonard’s head.

“All that looking and you didn’t even see a group of men sneaking up on us? What fine mess have we gotten ourselves into now?” Leonard grumbled as he weakly took his head from Jim’s hands, his frustration leaking into his words.

“I kinda figured with you sitting there, that you could have at least watched our backs.” Jim snapped back, dropping his hands to the ground and pushing himself up shakily to his feet. Leonard huffed at Jim’s words but kept himself right where he was, trying to stop the ringing in his ears and gather his bearings. Jim shuffled around, kicking up the dirt and making them both cough as he felt around the walls, looking for a way out.

“This feels like a door, Bones. Only I can’t figure out how it opens.” Jim said as he continued to feel around the door. Leonard sighed and brought himself up slowly to make his way towards Jim, when he was stopped in his tracks by a quiet rumble. They both stopped and listened for a moment when Leonard cried out.

“Jim get back from there!” Leonard grabbed the back of Jim’s shirt and quickly pulled the blond back towards him. As Leonard brought Jim into his arms, the door where Jim was standing suddenly opened wide, bathing the once dark room in blinding light. Both men quickly covered their eyes, blinking rapidly as they tried to get used to the sun.

That’s when the once quiet air was filled with the sound of a volcanic roar, erupting all at once around them, startling them both.

“What the hell is this, Jim?” Leonard asked, still startled and seriously confused, hands falling limply to his sides as Jim moved from his grasp.

Jim crept toward the edge of the room and peered out. Jim’s eyes suddenly went wide as he took in the massive coliseum before him. Thousands of people lined the stands, cheering and hooting louder as Jim stepped further into the arena.

While Jim was still taking in his surroundings, things clicking into place, there was another loud ‘thump’ that came from his left. Turning quickly, he managed to see the door open to a room just like theirs across the arena. A low ghostly howl wafted across the coliseum, causing a hush to form over the once deafening crowd. The hair on the back of Jim’s neck stood on end.

“Lupa, Lupa, Lupa!” The crowd began to chant as the howl turned into low snarls and barks as a large she-wolf emerged from the darkness, eyes trained directly on Jim and Leonard.

“Unfortunately, I think I have a good idea, Bones.” Jim said nervously as his eyes quickly darted around the arena. His eyes finally landing on what he was looking for.

“Bones! There!” Jim pointed to a spot further across the arena, a couple spears and shields lay next to their not so fortunate former owners. Jim quickly grabbed Leonard’s hand as he tugged the other, slightly reluctant, doctor across the sand.

“Jim, what the…” Leonard started to protest, but as soon as he saw the large she-wolf licking her bloody muzzle, he didn’t need any more answers and proceeded to sprint across the arena towards the weapons.

“Quick Bones, grab the pugnum. I got the pilum.” Jim said without hesitation, as he grabbed the spear from the ground.

“The what now?” Bones asked, looking incredibly confused at the array of weapons on the ground. Jim smacked his head softly, Leonard was a doctor, not a history buff.

“The shield Bones, the shield!” Jim said hurriedly as he turned quickly to face the slow, stalking wolf.

“I got your pugnum right here.” Leonard huffed out as he heaved the shield up from the dirt. It was heavier than he had anticipated and took some maneuvering to get it situated just right in his arms.

The wolf apparently didn’t take too kindly upon seeing the glint from the shield and let out an awful snarl that was drowned out by the still chanting crowd. The wolf suddenly threw its head back and let out a loud howl before digging its paws into the sand and flinging it everywhere as it sped towards the duo, jaw snarling and snapping the whole way.

“Bones, incoming!” Jim yelled as he stood behind Leonard slightly. Leonard looked confused for half a second before he looked up and saw the glint of the wolf’s teeth reflecting the sunlight. Leonard hurriedly got the shield in place and got a good grip on it and dug his feet into the sand, waiting for the impact. Jim stood behind Leonard and helped him brace, with his spear held out from behind the shield.

The sound of the wolf’s paws pounding in the dirt continued to get louder. Leonard was pretty sure his heart was going to beat out of his chest from the fear and anticipation of the whole situation. Leonard closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as the wolf came in too close for comfort. The sound of the wolf crashing into the shield was deafening. Leonard and Jim both let out loud grunts as the wolf knocked them slightly off balance, ears ringing from the sound of the blow.

Before the two were able to recover and counter, the wolf had already recovered and turned to Jim and leaped on top of him, knocking Leonard out of the way and into the dirt, smacking his head on the ground. Jim lost his balance and his spear was knocked out of his clumsy grasp, as he fell to the arena floor. The wolf's teeth gnashing relentlessly, trying to get to Jim’s throat and drool flying all over Jim’s face, her hot breath breathing down his neck.

Jim had to strain to keep his hands on the wolf’s neck and chest, away from his face. She wasn’t the largest wolf that Jim had ever seen, but she was the meanest. He briefly thought of how many fights and battles this poor wolf had probably been forced into. Jim quickly removed the thoughts out of his mind, his life was on the line and Leonards’. Jim’s brow was covered in sweat as his strength was waning, trying to keep the wolf at bay.

Jim fumbled for the hilt of his spear, just barely managing to grab it before the wolf chomped down. The wolf, angry at biting down on wood, rather than flesh, began to angrily chew and growl, trying to shake the spear from Jim’s grasp. Jim gritted his teeth and held firm to the spear, shoving it further into the wolf’s mouth, trying not to think of the hilt as his face should he lose his grip.

The hilt was quickly getting chewed away and covered in drool, so much that it was getting harder for Jim to keep a firm grip. Right when Jim was losing his grip, he heard a yell, and a loud yelp as the wolf was suddenly sent flying off of him. Jim allowed himself one big sigh of relief before he quickly grabbed his spear once more, wiping it off on his shirt, and got to his feet.

Jim got up just in time to see the wolf regain its footing and make a leap towards Leonard. This time, Leonard was ready and the wolf didn’t have as much momentum behind it. Leonard was able to block and knock the wolf away and off its feet. Jim, on autopilot, scrambled over quickly and clumsily, stabbed the wolf in the chest before it could have a chance to recover.

The wolf cried out harshly as the spear entered its chest and it thrashed its feet wildly in the sand. Jim looked down at the she-wolf, no longer a threat as it lay whimpering in the sand, panting heavily as blood began to paint the ground around it.

The coliseum went silent as they all stared at the two covered in dirt, sweat, drool, and bleeding from various scratches and cuts. Jim looked up and to the crowd as one by one the patrons lifted a thumb in the ‘thumbs up’ gesture, until Jim’s eyes fell on what looked to be the main stage of the arena. Three large golden chairs sat in the center, surrounded by white columns, with drapes around them to form a canopy of sorts.

A man in the center chair, in a white toga and gold sash, with green laurels around his head, slowly lifted his thumb into the air, followed by the other two. Leonard looked confused over at Jim, shield still firmly in his hands, feet poised in the sand, like the wolf might spring up at any moment.

Jim set his jaw and grabbed the end of the spear that was sticking out of the wolf. The wolf and Jim locked eyes for a moment and Jim gave the wolf a wordless apology as he then looked away and grabbed the hilt and twisted sharply. The wolf cried out loudly, and then fell silent just as fast.

Leonard immediately threw down the shield, the sound of it hitting the dirt, echoed in the dead silent arena. Jim was starting to get nervous as the entire arena stared at them, looks on their faces he couldn’t quite read. Then out of the silence he heard a single person clapping for a few beats before more joined in, soon followed by yells and shouts and cheers. Jim let out a quick sigh of relief as he turned on the spot, taking everyone in.

Leonard fell to his knees in exhaustion, blood seeping through his pants and shirt where the wolf managed to scratch him. Jim quickly limped his way over to Leonard and stood beside him, letting the other lean on him for support, which Leonard was silently grateful for as he rested his head on Jim’s thigh.

Jim rested his hand on Leonard’s head, stroking absently as he continued to look around the arena, eyes landing back on the man in the white toga. He too was clapping at the outcome, which put Jim strangely at ease for the moment.

“What the hell is this place Jim? Where are we?” Leonard asked panting, not bothering to look up, exhaustion dripping from his words.

“I’m not sure this is exactly a where, Bones, but more of a ‘when’.” Jim replied, still as utterly confused as when they first got here. It was time for some answers.

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James checked the room quickly, not daring to breathe, before his eyes fell on what he was looking for; Frank. James could see the empty liquor bottles scattered all around Frank as he lay dozing in the chair. James let out a small sigh of relief as he began to tiptoe through the living room. He was almost home free before a voice made him stop dead in his tracks, and his blood run cold.

“Boy! Where the hell have you been?” Frank slurred as he struggled and staggered up out of his chair. James closed his eyes tight but otherwise didn't move a muscle, he heard Frank start shuffling down the hall toward him. James quickly ran through scenarios in his head, but thought better of it. It'd just be worse. So there he stood in silence, barely daring to breathe.

“I asked you a question, you good for nothing waste of space!” Frank yelled as he lumbered down the hall towards James, who shrank back slightly, trying his best to hide in the open and pretend he wasn't there. Too bad it didn't work. Frank stood in front of James, wobbling slightly where he stood.

“Answer me, boy!” Frank yelled out one last time as he shoved James, pinning him against the wall with his arm to James’ chest. James struggled slightly, even though he knew it was no use. The smell of alcohol that billowed off of Frank made his nose crinkle and his eyes water. James took in a slow shaky breath as he prepared himself.

“I was at a friends. He was helping me with my school work.” James said meekly, flinching slightly as Frank made a sudden move to keep himself from falling over.

“Did I say you could have friends? Did I say you could go anywhere?” Frank said dangerously low as he glared into James’ frightened, dilated eyes.

“No… no sir.” James squeaked out quickly as Frank’s arm tightened across his chest.

“You know what this means, you ungrateful little runt.” Frank spat out as an evil grin began to creep over his face, his glassy eyes twinkling slightly. “Go get my belt.” Frank added as he tossed James awkwardly down the hall, making James stumble to the ground.

“Now!” Frank roared as he slammed his hand against the hallway wall.

“Yes sir...” James said out of breath as he scrambled along the floor, trying to get to his feet as he made his way down the hallway to Frank’s bedroom.

James winced as he made his way through the parking lot slowly the next morning, he was exhausted. He had spent most of the night on the roof just outside his window, looking up at the stars as the cool breeze whipped through his hair. It was something he always did when he had a less than pleasant evening. He always liked to pretend that he was out there, flying amongst them, wishing he was anywhere but here.

Leonard was already at the far end of the lot, talking to a kid that James didn't recognize. James walked up to them slowly and cautiously. Leonard spotted James out of the corner of his eye and waved him over. James bit down the small leap his heart made at Leonard's gesture. James plopped down on the bench with a heavy thud as the two eyed him curiously.

“You look rough, James. I can come pick you up if you'd like, so you don't have to walk all the way.” Leonard offered as he took in James’ tired body language.

“Nah man, I like the exercise and all that, keeps me fit.” James said patting his stomach and shaking his head as he turned on his goofy grin. There was no way that he was letting Leonard come anywhere near that house. Leonard rolled his eyes and let out a small huff while making room for James on the bench.

“You’re skinny enough kid, but whatever. Anyway, this is Sulu. He was the new kid not too long before you showed up.

“Put ‘er there new kid.” Sulu said as he stretched out his hand. James went to shake but Sulu pulled it back quickly. “Ahh too slow!” Sulu added as he punched James softly in the arm. James winced and pulled his arm back quickly, rubbing it gently, being careful to not let his bruises show.

“I'm only messing with you man, no hard feelings.” Sulu said with a laugh and holding out his hand again, seriously this time, taking in the slightly indignant look on James’ face.

“It's cool man.” James said through his teeth as he reached for Sulus’ hand, shaking it once. He then reached for his backpack, ruffling through all the messy papers. “What classes do you have today, Bones?” James asked as he pulled out his schedule.

“Bones? Is that supposed to be a nickname?” Sulu asked with a small laugh as he snatched the schedule out of James’ hands, glancing over it quickly.

“Yeah, yeah Sulu, go on make fun, get it over with.” Leonard replied as he snatched the schedule from Sulu, giving him a glare.

“Nah, I’ll wait till later.” Sulu said to Leonard with a wink. “Looks like James and I have a couple classes together today.” Sulu added, looking over at James who was busy staring at Leonard, waiting for him to answer him.

“And none with me today. Sorry kid, looks like you're stuck with Sulu all day.” Leonard said as he handed James back his schedule with a small, solemn frown.

“You mean I'm stuck with this guy all day?” James asked Leonard sticking his thumb out at Sulu, while he pretended Sulu wasn't there.

“Aw, don’t be like that man! We're going to be the best of pals. Come on, I’ll show you to class.” Sulu said as he stood up from the bench, making his way toward the school doors.

“Come on champ, time for day two, at least it’s Friday.” Leonard said as he stood up, and made his way over to James to help him up. James sucked in a sharp breath and moved his arm away from Leonard's grasp and made to move away from the other, but he wasn't fast enough.

“Geez kid, did you get into a fight on the way home last night?” Leonard asked as he moved James’ shirt sleeve up slightly, revealing light colored bruises around his upper arm.

“It was getting dark and I stumbled and ran into a fence post. I didn't see it.” James said quickly as he moved his shirt sleeve down, and avoided Leonard's questioning gaze. Leonard didn't look entirely convinced but he dropped the subject for another time. James grabbed his backpack and hoisted it over his shoulder, following after Sulu, with Leonard on his heels.

“My dad wanted me to ask if you wanted to maybe come over this weekend. I mean, I do too, but he said he'd like to get to know you better and said it’d be good for me to get out of the house.” Leonard said with an eye roll and an exasperated sigh.

“What? Me? Come over? Why?” James questioned slowly, going over all the possible answers in his head, but he couldn’t come up with any good reasons.

“My dad likes you apparently, says you’re polite and wants you to be a good influence on me.” Leonard said with a small snort.  “My mom thinks you could do with a good home cooked meal, and I would agree.” Leonard added as he glanced up and down James’ petite frame.

“I can’t help it! I get a lot of exercise.” James defended himself as he flexed his arms, making Leonard bust out in a laugh.

“Who you trying to impress? I could bench press you, kid. My dad thinks it’ll be “fun” if we go out on the property and do some hunting or fishing.” Leonard said with a sigh and air quotes on the word “fun”.

James went silent for a few moments, taking it all in. He’d never been asked to hang out with anyone before, let alone have a sleep over. He mulled it over and over quickly in his head. Would it all be worth it to have to face Frank when he got home? James swallowed thickly, before slowly nodding his head.

“I’d… I’d love to come over. That’d be great.” James said with a small smile tugging at his lips. The smile that James got in return from Leonard made his heart skip a tiny beat.

“Great, my parents will be absolutely thrilled that I’ve managed to make a friend.” Leonard said sarcastically with a laugh. “Meet me here after school and we’ll ride back to the house. Catch you later kid.”

“See ya, Bones.” James said as he turned to go find where ever Sulu had wandered off to.

Just the thought of finally having a friend so he didn’t have to be so alone, an escape from the everyday, was something for him to look forward to. Just that small thought lifted James’ spirits considerably throughout the day, that he had almost entirely forgotten about the night before. Morning classes with Sulu flew by, lunch with Leonard was full of jokes and laughter, and the afternoon went by just as quick.

Before he knew it, the last bell had rung and he was making his way outside to meet up with Leonard. James gave Sulu a final wave just as he spotted Leonard coming out the other set of doors.

“You ready to go kid? Need to go by your house for anything?” Leonard asked as he walked up to his truck, tossing his backpack in the bed.

“No!” James answered quickly, nearly yelling, clearing his throat at the quizzical look Leonard gave him at his sudden outburst. “I mean, I’ve got my gym clothes. Can I just wash those at your place?” James asked as he climbed in the cab, not making eye contact with Leonard as he fiddled with the seat belt more than necessary.

“Yeah, I guess. I'm sure my mom won't mind.” Leonard replied slowly, still giving James a look as his eyes drifted down to the blonde’s arm, eyebrows knitting together, as he glanced at where he saw the bruises earlier.

Leonard didn't ask anymore questions and James didn't offer any further conversation, not wanting to delve any deeper on the matter. James stuck his head out of the window and let the wind whip through his hair.

They arrived quicker than James remembered last time as they rumbled down the driveway. James grabbed his backpack out of the back of Leonard’s pickup as he waited for Leonard to crawl out of the cab. Leonard slowly made his way up the concrete path with James right behind him.

“Mom! I’m home! James is with me!” Leonard called out, heading down the hall to his room. “Alright dear, hello James.” Leonard’s mother called from the kitchen. James could already smell the dinner that Eleanora was fixing and it made his mouth water, and his stomach growl.

“Ma’am.” James called out as he followed Leonard down the hallway to his room. Leonard laid his backpack down right inside the door, James followed suit. Leonard immediately started undressing and put on an old, worn tank top and a pair of basketball shorts. Leonard turned to face James, who had an almost sheepish expression on his face, while rubbing his arm nervously in the corner. Leonard let out a small sigh at James’ unsure expression before going back into his closet.

“Here kid, they’ll probably swallow you whole but it’s the best I’ve got. Get comfortable till we can wash your clothes.” Leonard said as he tossed James a pair of shorts and tshirt.

“Thanks Bones. Where’s your bathroom?” James asked as he looked back down the hallway carefully, his mind immediately falling to Leonard seeing the bruises that littered his arms and midsection.

“Right here, did you not pay attention last time?” Leonard pointed at a door in his bedroom. “You too modest to change here?” Leonard threw in half teasing, half testing the waters.

“Nah, I just need to use the bathroom. Might as well take care of both at once, right?” James asked as he shrugged nonchalantly, trying to blow off the question. Leonard put on a smile and laugh, but watched James carefully as he walked past him and into the bathroom.

James locked the door behind him and slowly took off his clothes he wore to school and wadded them up on the counter. He stared in the mirror at all the small purplish bruises that littered his midsection and upper arms, before tracing his finger across a long belt welt. Frank always made sure the bruises weren't visible.

James pursed his lips and steeled his jaw at the memory. He quickly took the clothes that Leonard gave him and changed. He used the restroom and washed his hands and face before exiting the bathroom to find Leonard sitting at his desk, finishing up some homework.

“Is this what you do on Friday nights? Man, you really are boring.” James laughed, poking fun at Leonard as he sat down on the edge of the bed, clothes in hand.

“You're hilarious, but generally, yes. I’ve got a lot of work and studying to cram in if I’m going to become a doctor before I’m 85.” Leonard answered somewhat sarcastically as he glanced over at his mountain of medical books he had already begun to collect.

“Let's get your clothes in the washer and see what's for dinner. I'm starving.” Leonard added in quickly. He figured that studying could take at least one weekend off. The mystery that surrounded his new friend was more interesting to him at the moment.

Leonard stood up from his desk, grabbing a few clothes that he needed washed as well. Leonard padded down the hall with James close behind, carrying his own small pile of clothes. Leonard took the clothes from James and dumped them all together in the washing machine.

“That ought to do.” Leonard said as he measured out the soap and shut the lid, setting the machine to wash. James shrugged his shoulders, he wasn't about to complain. The two then made their way to the kitchen to see Eleanora hovering over the stove.

“Smells great. Anything we can do to help, mom?” Leonard asked as he gave his mother a hug and kiss on the cheek, leaving James standing awkwardly in the doorway.

“Go set the table then go get your father, he’s out back cleaning the guns. James, you come over here” Eleanora said as she stirred the pot full of spaghetti sauce. Leonard silently went to the cabinets and pulled out bowls and forks and knives and took them to the table. James moved a little awkwardly past Leonard as he scooted into the kitchen, keeping a bit of distance between him and stove.

“Over here sweetheart, I don’t bite.” Eleanora said with a smile as she held up a wooden spoon full of sauce. “Come taste and tell me what you think.” James padded over slowly as he looked back at Eleanora who shoved the spoon closer to his mouth. James couldn’t help the small smile that crept along his mouth as he blew on the hot sauce before taking a bite.

“This is probably the best thing I’ve tasted in my life.” James said as he stared at the spoon in awe. Eleanora blushed slightly at the compliment, not fully knowing that James was being completely serious and not exaggerating.

“It’s just spaghetti sauce dear, but thank you all the same.” Eleanora said with a smile. “Now grab some glasses in that cabinet there, if you don’t mind. Leonard seems to have forgotten.”

“Yes ma’am.” James said as he opened the cabinet and grabbed four glasses and took them and sat them on the table. James returned to the kitchen just as Eleanora was turning off the stove and reaching for the pot.

“Here, let me get that.” James said quickly as he went to grab the pot and pull it off the stove before Eleanora could.

“Why thank you James, that’s sweet of you.” Eleanora replied with a smile and a soft pat to James’ arm  as she went to the fridge to grab a pitcher of tea.

James carefully carried the pot into the dining room and was setting the it down on the middle of the table when Leonard and David finally came inside, laughing at a joke no one but they had heard.

“Hey, there he is. How you doing son?” David asked with a smile as he pulled out his chair and sat down heavily at the table.

“I’m doing okay, sir. Thank you” James answered as he stood behind a chair, watching Eleanora as she poured tea into the glasses.

“Hear that, Len? He called me sir.” David said as he poked fun at Leonard.

“Yeah, yeah dad, I got it. Quit making me look bad kid.” Leonard joked with them both with a smile. James’ face tugged into a smile as he passed the glasses of tea around as Leonard took his and David’s and sat them down at the table.

“Sit, sit James. Guests get first dibs.” David gestured to the seat once everything was on the table and settled. James slid into his seat and looked hesitantly from the pot to everyone else, not quite sure what to make of the invitation.

“Dig in dear.” Eleanora encouraged as she sat next to James at the end of the table. James grabbed the utensil and spooned himself out a couple small portions before placing the spoon back in the pot.

“My god, that all you’re going to eat?” David asked with a laugh as he eyed James’ piddly portion in his bowl. “Need more than that if were getting up early in the morning son.”

“Here, let me help you.” Leonard said with a mischievous grin as he shoveled a heaping mound of pasta into James’ bowl. James just gaped at the portion in his bowl as he looked around the table. He’d never been allowed this much food before, that he could remember. He couldn’t believe they were seriously going to let him eat all of this.

“That’s more like it, eat up. Looks like you’re going to blow over any minute.” Eleanora said with a warm smile as she started to fill everyone elses bowl.

James didn’t hesitate a second time and dived right into his bowl, burning his mouth slightly, but he didn’t care. It was the best thing he’s had to eat in a very long time. He had almost forgotten what it was like to have a nice, home cooked meal.

As the meal filled his stomach, the generosity and caring of the McCoy family made his heart happy but ache all at the same time. He was thankful for them but wished deep down that this was how his life was like all the time. Suddenly, he wasn’t quite as hungry anymore and pushed his bowl away and placed his hands on his stomach.

“That was delicious, thank you.” James said as he went to pick up his bowl and glass to take to the kitchen.

“Thank you James, but set those down and I’ll take care of them. You’ve helped enough this evening.” Eleanora ordered gently as she finished up her own bowl.

“It’s the least I can do for you feeding me.” James said as he continued to grab his glass and bowl and grabbed Eleanoras as well as he took them into the kitchen.

“Bless his heart.” Eleanora whispered as she got up from the table to start washing dishes.

“Leonard and I have the rest of the table. Right, Len?” David said as he pushed his seat back and stood up, grabbing his dishes.

“Go on back to my bedroom and I’ll be there in a few.” Leonard nodded as he started grabbing dishes and carried them to the kitchen. James nodded and headed back down the hallway into Leonard’s room and plopped on the bed. With his stomach full, he started to doze off at the sound of dishes clanking and the water running, feeling warm and safe.

James must have completely fallen asleep as he was awoken abruptly by a pillow landing on his face. He snorted awake and threw the pillow off to the side.

“Jerk.” James said with a laugh as he tossed the pillow back at Leonard, who caught it with a smile and a laugh of his own.

“So what do you want to do? Watch a movie? Play a game?” Leonard said, throwing out suggestions as he sat down at his computer desk.

“What kind of games do you have?” James asked as his eyes immediately lit up at the thought.

“Oh you know, a little of everything really. Everything from first person shooters like Call of Duty and Battlefield to single player like Just Cause and God of War, or if you like cars, I got Forza. So lots of blood, guns, speed and violence.” Leonard said with a laugh, rubbing his hands together.

“Let’s go with Just Cause, it looks fun and I’ve never gotten to play it.” James said, even though he hadn’t played any of the games really, no more than what was at the gaming store in the demo booths.

Leonard gave James the controller as he fired up his PC. It took James a while to get used to the controls but once he did, there was no stopping him. Leonard was having fun just watching James cause complete and utter destruction everywhere he went. Time was flying and before they knew it, it was time to get to bed.

“We should probably be thinking about going to bed soon.” Leonard said with a yawn as he glanced at the clock. “Dad will be in here bright and early, ready to get out there.”

James nodded glumly, he was having fun but Leonard was right. He handed him back the controller as he too yawned and stretched. Leonard shut down his PC and went to go throw their clothes in the dryer. James grabbed a pillow and blanket, making himself comfortable on the floor, next to the bed and curled up.

“You don’t have to sleep on the floor you know.” Leonard said as he came back into the room, taking in James’ small, curled outline.

“I’ve slept on worse, besides, I’m a terrible sleeper. It’s fine.” James replied sleepily, pulling the blankets tight around him. Leonard gave a shrug as he stepped over James and shuffled under his own blankets, both quickly falling asleep.

Leonard was woken up a few hours later by the sounds of murmuring and the shuffling of sheets. Leonard blinked his eyes as he peered over the edge of the bed to find James struggling in his sleep with the blankets.

“Hey, kid, wake up.” Leonard said quietly, hoping to rouse James from what looked to be a nightmare. James continued to struggle and toss and turn in the floor, mumbling incoherently. Leonard placed a hand on James’ leg, giving it a small shake. “James, wake up.” Leonard said a little louder, but still nothing.

Leonard let out a tiny sigh as he threw his sheets back and placed his feet on the floor. Leonard bent down, trying to grab James’ flailing arms and legs. Being wholly unsuccessful, Leonard decided to sit on James. Leonard straddled the others narrow waist, keeping James’ legs from thrashing and pinned his arms down at the shoulders to keep them from flailing.

James continued to struggle for a second or two before finally calming down at Leonard’s touch, letting out a quiet whimper as he slipped into unmoving silence once more. Leonard held his position for a few seconds longer as he watched James’ features soften as he finally settled down, with an unreadable expression on his own face.

Leonard made to slowly move off of James and crawl back into his bed when he saw James’ face scrunch up out of the corner of his eye as James started to once again try to thrash around.

“Hey, no, come on, not again kid.” Leonard whispered to himself softly as he moved back closer to James, who in turn settles down once more. Leonard let out a small sigh as he accepted his fate for the night. He grabbed a pillow and a blanket from his bed and settled on the floor next to James. Leonard was about to fall asleep once more when he felt a light pressure against his back and a small sigh coming from behind him.

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“I, unlike some of these other clowns, am here for my education.” Leonard replied with a shrug as he began getting out his notebook. James looked around the room skeptically and took a seat behind Leonard to hide himself from the teacher’s gaze.

Leonard turned around and sat sideways in his seat, going over a few of the ins and outs of how the school worked and the different classes with James. A few minutes into their conversation, James noticed a figure in the doorway, a figure that almost seemed to duck and turn sideways to get into the door.

The kid, walked over confidently, with a smug sneer on his lips and flicked Leonard on his ear, hard, causing the brunette to flinch and purse his lips.

“Francis” Leonard said quietly through his gritted teeth, not moving or turning to face the bully.

“McCoy.” Francis replied with another flick to Leonard's ear, causing him to flinch once more. James looked to Leonard for guidance on what he should do. Leonard shook his head ever so slightly at James.

“So, who’s the fresh meat?” Francis asked, finally acknowledging James’ presence, while giving him the once over. James slunk back in his seat ever so slightly, not looking up at Francis. He had never wanted a teacher to walk in more than he did at this moment.

“Leave him alone Francis. It's me you want.” Leonard replied coldly, still through gritted teeth, his hands slowly balling into fists.

“Why should I? Looks like I just scored two nerds for the price of one!” Francis began to laugh as he went to flick James on the ear, causing James to yelp quietly, not expecting it.

“So how about it new kid? Want to be friends?” Francis added lowly, and threateningly, bending down to James’ ear. James squirmed in his seat uncomfortably as Francis’ hot breath creeped down his neck.

“Enough Francis!” Leonard yelled as he jumped out of his seat, finally confronting the bigger man. “Leave the kid alone” Leonard added as Francis snapped his head to eye the brunette with a cocky grin.

“Are you going to stop me?” Francis asked as he pushed James’ books and papers back in the floor. James let out a quiet groan as he stared down at the mess he was going to have to pick back up. Leonard's face went red, his eyes narrowed to slits as he balled his fists tighter at his sides.

“I didn't think so.” Francis replied, now pushing James’ backpack in the floor. Leonard started to pull back a fist when he was stopped in his tracks.

“Is there a problem here boys?” The teacher asked as she walked into the room. The rest of the class filed in behind her, slowly taking their seats.

“None whatsoever, Ms. Chapel.” Francis replied sweetly as he gave the teacher a fake smile, winking at Leonard, before taking his seat in the back.

“Good.” Ms. Chapel replied, narrowing her eyes slightly at Francis. Her eyes quickly dropped to the speck of sandy blonde hair busying himself on the floor, picking up his things.

“You must be James Kirk, I assume?” The teacher asked with a more gentle tone. James hit the top of his head on the desk before he jumped to his feet, straightening up. He could hear Francis sniggering in the background.

“Yes ma’am, that's me.” James answered quickly, clearing his throat, with his hands behind his back.

“Can I see your transfer slip please?” The teacher asked as she walked over to her desk at the front of the class.

“Yes ma’am, just a minute.” James replied, shuffling through his mess of papers hurriedly. Leonard gave a small cough, holding out a piece of paper with a tiny smug smile. James returned Leonard's smile slightly as he grabbed the paper and made his way to the teachers desk.

The rest of the class was quiet and uneventful. Leonard kept himself facing forward, writing down everything the teacher had to say, drinking it in effortlessly.

James on the other hand struggled to keep up with the teacher, having been thrown into the middle of the class. His notes were all over the place, even he barely understood them.

Leonard finished scratching out his notes and began to put his notebook away as the teacher took her seat at her desk so students could come up and ask any last minute questions about the lesson.

James was still writing his notes as Leonard turned around to ask James what he thought of the class. Leonard's question died on his lips as he watched James frantically write and rewrite and scratch out lines and change things around. Leonard grabbed James’ pen.

“It looks like you could use some serious help. Do you want to come to my place later and get caught up?” Leonard asked as he twirled James’ pen between his fingers. James stared at him with an almost dumbfounded expression on his face.

“Me? Come over… to your house?” James stammered out slowly, looking from Leonard's face to his pen twirling around in the others fingers.

“Yeah after school. I'll help get you caught up where you need to be, no problem.” Leonard replied easily, sitting James’ pen back on his desk.

James was taken aback by the amount of kindness Leonard had already shown him. He quickly tried to think of any other kind of motive that Leonard would have and thinking of none, slowly started to nod his head.

“Sure, yeah, I’d lov… I’d like that.” James answered, still not completely sure of himself or Leonard as he quickly began to stuff his mess of papers in his backpack.

“Alright, meet me in the parking lot after school, and we'll go from there. Time for me to head to chemistry, can't wait.” Leonard replied rolling his eyes, choosing not to make a point of James’ hesitation.

“I’ve got gym.” James said a little glumly, almost a little upset that he didn't have the same class as Leonard. Then he would have at least known one person.

“Gym for last hour isn't so bad. Don't have to worry about showering after if you don't want. Just head home and shower.” Leonard replied, standing up and throwing his backpack around his shoulder. James was about to reply to Leonard when Ms. Chapel interrupted them.

“James, principal Pike has sent a note and requested to see you before your next class.” Ms. Chapel stated as she handed James the note.

“Yes ma’am, thank you.” James replied, taking the note from her hand and read over it carefully. Leonard quirked an eyebrow at James but otherwise stayed silent.

“Probably wondering how I'm fitting in.” James said in reply to Leonard's unasked question. “I know him personally, old friend of my dads.”

“Alright then, well good luck. See you after school.” Leonard replied, giving James a nod as he strolled out of the classroom, James right on his heels.

The last hour of the school day passed quickly, and thankfully James didn't run into or see Francis for the rest of the day. He quickly changed out of his gym clothes and made his way to the parking lot to wait for Leonard. It didn't take Leonard long to come outside with a small scowl on his face.

“Two weeks into the school year and professor Picard is already giving an exam!” Leonard grumbled out hotly as he stormed by James, hardly giving him a glance. James stayed on the bench giving Leonard a quizzical look.

“Are you coming or just going to sit there?” Leonard half yelled over his shoulder, not quite turning around to the blonde as he continued to stroll swiftly out into the parking lot.

James didn't need to be asked again as he scrambled up off the bench and jogged after Leonard. Leonard stopped shortly at a small beat up old blue pickup and proceeded to throw his bag in the back. James mimicked his actions as he opened the squeaky truck door and climbed inside.

“It isn't much, but it gets me where I need to go and without too many complaints.” Leonard said as he climbed in and turned the key, causing the truck to roar to life.

“I think it's great.” James said as he buckled up his seat belt and rolled down the window, enjoying the sun on his face. Leonard gave the other a tiny smile before putting the old pickup in reverse and making his way out of the parking lot.

The two of them rode to Leonard's house in relative silence, just enjoying being out of class and the wind whipping through the cab, the dust billowing behind the truck, watching as the fields of wheat flew by.

Before James knew it they were pulling into a long driveway and the pavement gave way to the crunch of gravel as Leonard kept his speed all the way down and pulled up to the side of the medium sized farm house in a cloud of dust.

“Home sweet home.” Leonard said as he climbed out of the truck and went for his backpack. James was slow getting out of the truck, taking in everything about this house. It was everything James wished he had. He grabbed his backpack and followed behind Leonard into the house.

“Mom! Dad! I’m home!” Leonard called out in the quiet house. “I brought a friend with me, were going to my room to study!”

“Afternoon ma’am.” James called out, trying to be polite.

“Alright Len and hello dear, I'd come greet you but my hands are full.” Leonard and James could hear a sweet, faint voice coming from the kitchen. “Dinner will be ready soon, your fathers out back.”

“Alright mom, thanks.” Leonard replied walking down the hallway to where James assumed his room was. He followed quietly behind Leonard, looking at all the pictures on the wall. There were so many, James seemed to lose count.

Leonard finally slowed down at the closed door at the end of the hallway and opened it slowly. Leonard flicked on the light and tossed his backpack on the desk he had against the wall. James’ eyes went wide as he stepped inside.

“Wow, cool. You’ve got your own TV, and computer in your room?” James said in awe quietly as he took a seat on Leonard's bed.

“Yeah, you don't?” Leonard replied with a shrug, taking his notebooks out of his backpack, not looking at James to see his slightly pained expression.

“Oh uh, well yeah, totally. I just mean yours are a lot nicer than mine.” James fumbled out as he felt a small twist in his gut.

“This guy would never be my friend in a million years if he knew the real me.” James thought glumly as he got his own notebooks out of his backpack.

“There's a phone over on my night stand if you need to call your parents and let them know where you are or whatever.” Leonard said with a pen in his mouth as he dug through his bag.

“Oh, nah, it's cool, I totally called when I was in Pike's office earlier and let them know.” James quickly lied as he swallowed loudly, hoping Leonard wouldn't notice. Thankfully he didn't.

“Oh yeah, what did Pike want with you anyway?” Leonard asked as he plopped in his desk chair, spinning to face James.

“Just to see how I was doing so far and how I liked my classes.” James shrugged as he opened his notebook up to where he left off, tapping the page with his pen. Leonard thankfully didn't ask any more questions of James and began going over his notes.

“Why do you have so many medical posters up?” James asked, finally taking a good look around Leonard's room.

“I'm trying to become a doctor.” Leonard said matter of factly, like it should be obvious, giving James an upturned eyebrow.

“It just seems weird. Most guys our age have posters of women or cars up in their rooms, not posters of every bone in the human skeleton.” James snorted as he got up to closer examine the poster.

“Bones… now there's a cool nickname.” James said with a smile as he turned around to Leonard who was in the middle of changing into a lounge shirt and basketball shorts.

“Bones? You can't be serious! That's a stupid nickname.” Leonard protested as he plopped down on his bed, starting to arrange James’ notes.

“No way! It's awesome, and it's too late now, you’re stuck with it now, Bones.” James replied with a smug grin, adding extra emphasis on his new nickname. Leonard rolled his eyes as he brought his own notes in his lap.

“Whatever makes you happy I suppose.” Leonard sighed out, figuring there was no use arguing with the kid. James smiled a wide smile and climbed onto the bed next to Leonard.

James and Leonard worked for the next couple of hours trying to make sense of James’ notes and helping him with his other classes notes.

James finally sat down his notebook then rubbed his eyes. Leonard was too absorbed in his studies to realize James had stopped. James looked at the clock and his eyes bugged slightly.

“I’ve gotta go.” James said quickly as he hopped off the bed and began hastily shoving all his books and notes into his backpack.

“Whoa where's the fire? Do you need a ride at least?” Leonard asked in surprise as his notebook fell in the floor from the force of James leaping up.

“No, I don't live far. I just… I need to go. Thank you for helping me. See you tomorrow?” James asked as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and paused in the door for a brief second, waiting for Leonard's reply.

“Yeah sure, no problem, see you tomorrow.” Leonard said slowly as he gave James a quizzical look but didn't ask anymore questions as the blonde slipped quickly out the door.

James hurried down the hall and almost reached the front door when he was interrupted.

“Not staying for dinner dear? You're more than welcome, we have plenty.” Leonard’s mother asked from the dining room as she set the table.

“Oh, no ma’am. I shouldn't, I really must be getting home. Thank you though.” James said as politely as he could, before noticing a man come stand in the doorway of the dining room.

“Who is this?” The man asked gruffly, leaning against the door frame.

“That's Leonard's new friend from school, James.” Leonard's mother answered, as she brought food over to the table. James’ stomach gave a tiny growl at the sight and smell of the amazing looking food.

“Nice to meet you son. Names David, don’t be a stranger. Leonard could use more friends. Too absorbed in his studies if you ask me.” David said with a small laugh as he turned to help Mrs. McCoy set the table.

“Yes sir, thank you.” James said with a nod, as he quickly opened the front door and strolled out into the cool fall air.

James took one last look at the quaint farmhouse as he jogged away. His heart twinged a little with a hint of jealousy and longing at what Leonard had compared to him.

“He's going to kill me.” James thought grimly as he picked up the pace down the long gravel driveway.