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Later that night, Jim came to pick you up. You had put on a knee length party dress. The color was a medium blue, like the darker water in the tropics. The communicator on the wall buzzed.

"Y/N, are you ready?" You heard Jim's voice say.

"Just one minute," you respond. You grabbed your purse and left. Jim was in hallway waiting. He was wearing normal clothes. Well, more normal than cadet clothes. "Bones said he was "sick" and couldn't come. He definitely wanted us to go together."

Once again you smiled at the thought. The ride to the bar was pretty quiet. Once you got there you sat at a table while Jim went to get drinks.

"Hey! How old are you?" You heard someone drunkenly say to you. You tuned around and saw a man that looked about 30.

"Why would I tell you that?" you said back. The man smiled and got up. You felt your heart race a little as he came closer.

"I'm Joey." He said as he sat down.

"Move away, Joey, or your in big trouble. I'm with Starfleet and my boyfriend is coming back and he's very protective. Now, I suggest leave, or get beaten up by my boyfriend and I." You say, trying to sound as brave as you could.

"Nah, I don't think I'll leave." He says as he takes another sip of his beer.

"Hey!" you hear. The man turned around and got nailed in the face by a punch. Jim was standing behind him ready to hit again. The man's friends had come over and started fighting. You kicked one of them in the shin. When he fell you kicked his head. "Get out of here Y/N!" you heard Jim yell.

You ran to a corner of the bar to watch. You couldn't help feeling guilty about Jim having to fight. What a way to start off his 24 birthday. The fighting went on for about 20 minutes. No one tried to break it up. Jim was getting some nasty cuts and bruises. He would probably need stitches.
You pulled out your communicator.

"Leonard McCoy, please answer this is Y/N. Jim is in a bar fight, it's not even over and he's already looking bad." you say. There was no answer. The fight ended when Jim was punched, hard. He hit his head on a table and nearly blacked out. 'JIM!' you screamed in your head. You were tempted to move forward, but new he wouldn't want you to interfere.

"Alright! That's it! Break it up now or I'm calling the cops!" The bartender yelled. Joey and his friends stormed out of the bar. You called a cab to take you and Jim home. He was still laying on the floor dazed. You ran over to him.

"Jim, take it easy. You took a hard hit to your head. Not to mention all the other punches and kicks." He blinks an okay.

The cab came to pick you two up. The whole ride home, you could tell Jim wanted to pass out. You told the cab driver to drop you off near your dorm.

"I'm going to help you walk, okay Jim?" You tell him. He nods and slowly got up. You helped walk to your room and set him on your bed. He slowly moves to lay down. You grab the med kit from the bathroom and bring it out. Jim looked much worse in a brighter light.

"You didn't have to do that Jim, we could've just left." you say as you clean some of his cuts.

"No, I did have to do it. I've had a crush on you forever and I wasn't about to let that guy take you." he said, wincing in between. "I love you Y/N"

You leaned forward and you two kissed. Suddenly, there was a lot of loud knocking on the door.

"Y/N! I got your message. Open up." You hear Leonard yell. You open the door and see him in the hallway. Holding a med kit. "How is he?"

"A little better, but definitely hurting." you reply. He walks over to Jim and scans him with a tri-corder.

"2nd degree concussion. Bruised ribs. You'll be sore for a while, but your fine." Leonard diagnosed. "I'll leave you two alone." he says grinning. You smirk at him.

You back down next to Jim. "Now, where were we." you said.

"I believe here," he says right before you kiss.