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School or Starfleet AU maybe?
Hi! Okay, so I managed a small-ish fic. I'm not quite entirely happy with the results, it was really hard to think like a teenager and I knew I wouldn't be able to fix it the way I wanted. Anyway, I'm posting headcanons for Starfleet High and its students in the next days, so stay tuned. Hope you enjoy, and, please, don’t pay attention to grammar or spelling (not my forte).
Carol Marcus’ first day at Enterprise High, the prestigious San Francisco private school to which she had transferred after moving to United States with her father, wasn't supposed to be like that. Her parents had divorced when she was little and she had lived with her mother in London her entire life. But then Admiral Alexander Marcus had been appointed British Consul General in the city and he had asked his only daughter to move with him overseas.
“International experience will only add positive things to you, Carol, like new skills and unique and deeply understanding of another culture”, her father had told her.
Back then – two months ago – Carol had almost rolled her eyes at her father. He wanted her to move to America, for Pete’s sake! It wasn’t like she was going to a country with - at least - another language. The kids in San Francisco weren’t that different from the kids she hanged with in London, she was sure. After all, Snapchat and WhatsApp were universal, and she bet the girls over there were crazy too about ballerina flats and Sebastian Stan and had cried their eyes out watching The Fault is With Our Stars, even though Carol herself was into Converses, had it hard for Henry Cavill’s dimples and would choose The Lord of The Rings trilogy and any Asimov work over all young adult stuff, movie or book, any day. She had a soft spot for the Harry Potter series, though.
He first day was going to be a tiny bit awkward, for sure, but easy for the most part, she had been certain of that.
Now, standing in the middle of the crowded main hallway of her new school, Carol swallowed hard and hold firmly the strap of her fringed purse. Differently than her old school, Enterprise High had a non-uniform police and she had carefully chosen her dark skinny jeans, ankle boots and punk God Save The Queen customized t-shirt. Her makeup was a barely there lipgloss and some dark eyeliner, and her hair had some very soft waves that had taken the best of one hour to style. But, oh, boy, did she feel underdressed and unkept or what? Everywhere she looked the girls either had that most flawless patrician look her parents had always wanted for her or went for the whole cool chick from California vibe, and Carol was neither. Even the edgy, hipster kids seemed so put together that she was starting to think her father had been right when he had admonished her that morning, saying she should “dress in a more appropriated manner and not like a slob”.
Gosh. Her father would tell her mother about her choice of wardrobe and then her mother would argue that her school in London had uniforms and was a much better environment for their daughter... Carol was already playing their conversation in her head, not paying attention to soaring cheers coming from end of the hall. Her mother would flip and say she should have never agreed to let Carol herself decide what she wanted and then her parents woul…
“Sorry!” a blonde boy with very bright blue eyes yelled at her. Carol had barely registered he had been the one who crashed on her, sending her to the floor on her ass when another kid, much bigger than the first one, almost tripped over her. “I’m going to kill you, Kirk! Come here, you dumb hick!” the bull screamed.
Fuck, Carol thought. Everybody was staring at her – from then corner of her eye she noted a couple of girls snickering at her. Fuck, fuck, fuck, she cursed, searching for her bag. Hopefully the impact hadn’t broken her brand new iPhone or her iPad or even her...
“Hey. Are you okay?” a voice asked.
“What?” Carol said and looked up. “Oh”, she blinked. Crunching next to her was the cutest boy she had seen in a long time. He had dark mussed hair and hazel eyes and was watching her with concern all over his cute – extremely cute – face. Carol stared at him for a few more seconds, until she realized what she was doing and blushed furiously. “Ah, I, uh, I’m, well, fine. I guess”, she muttered. Smooth, Carol, really smooth, she cursed herself mentally. “Didn’t see what hit me, but I’m fine”, she mumbled trying to get up, but before she could move the boy – the cute boy – was helping her up, and she didn’t know if she should focus on those eyes, or on the warm hand on her arm, or on the fact he also grabbed her purse from the floor, or on maybe just trying to prevent her face from going beet red when she noticed he was tall. Tall and cute. No, not cute. Hot.
“Are you sure you are okay? You didn’t hit your head, did you?” he asked raising a brow and she shook her head. He didn’t seem convinced, though, cocking his head to the side.
“Nah, I’m fine, really”, Carol assured him. “Thank you, ah, I don’t know your name?” she asked, pushing her hair behind her ear.
He smiled, and, Jesus Fucking Christ, he had dimples. “I’m Leonard, Leonard McCoy. And you are…?”
“Carol Marcus”, she smiled back. “It is, uh, my first day here”, she added, looking around, relieved that nobody was paying attention to her anymore.
“I can tell it, or you would have stayed away when Jim and Cupcake do their run”, he said, and she knew that his accent was from some part of the South.
“Jim and Cupcake?” Carol repeated.
He nodded. “Jim Kirk, the one who knocked you on the floor. Guy after him is Mark Hendorff, but the Cupcake nickname really stuck”, Leonard (Leonard? Len? Was he a Leo? Let him be a Leo) smirked. “The running and crashing happens every other day, so people are used to stay out of their way. After there were a lot of bruises and at least one broken arm, anyway”, McCoy explained, brows drawn together. “That’s what the cheering is for, like an alert.”
Carol took it in – both the information and how he looked cute even when frowning -, wondering why nobody stopped this ‘running and crashing’ stuff. Nonsense like that would never fly at her old school. She sighed and looked at him. “I suppose you could tell me where I can find Ms. Dehner? I have to check in with her before my classes…” Carol asked tentatively. No, she was not shy, but this boy made her feel a bit intimidated, which was not her normal.
“Of course”, Leonard replied, and Carol could swear he seemed pleased she had asked. “That way”, he pointed, and she followed him.
They walked side by side and Leonard spoke again. “Ms. Dehner is okay, you don’t need to worry. She is cool, for a school counselor. She will just ask a few questions, tell you that her office is always open and that if you need to talk she is always available”, he told her. “The usual I’m here for you speech.”
It was Carol’s turn to raise a brow at him. “I’m not worried. Why would I be?”
“Oh”, he replied, embarrassed, cheeks flushing. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply anything”, Leonard apologized. “It is just that people get really nervous talking to counselors. Some people. Not that I think you would”, he correct himself and Carol almost gave him extra points for trying to fix it.
“I really don’t”, she stated, and it was the truth. Her father was far more intimidating than any counselor Carol had ever met. Far more intelligent, too.
Leonard gave her a look, but was smart enough to not say anything else about the subject. “So what part of UK you are from?” he glanced at her, and it was stupid, but she liked that he had picked up her accent. He has TV and internet, Carol, he knows how we sound, she admonished herself.
London. My father moved here and I came with him. I used to live with my mother”, she told him, playing with a fringe on her purse. “And you? South, right?” Leonard gave her a look. “I watch The Walking Dead”, Carol quipped, grinning shameless when he laughed. Stop being so cute, she wanted to warn him.
Leonard offered her a grin of his own. “Who says the zombie apocalypse doesn’t teach people useful stuff?”
“Do you watch it?” she asked, wondering if maybe she wasn't coming across as a nerd, but the whole idea of a biodisaster was so interesting...
He shrugged. “I used to. I still have to watch these last two seasons”, he explained and Carol hold back telling him to skip season 4 until the final three episodes.
“Georgia. You guessed it right”, Leonard said, and Carol refrained herself from beaming. That was silly, really, because she barely knew him. “My father moved here and I came with him”, he added and she took note that he didn’t mention his mother. She also noticed that his jeans were worn out, and his black t-shirt looked so soft and she had a pair of Converses just like his. He was adorable and hot at the same time. Silly, she was silly, Carol was truly convinced.
Leonard pushed the double doors at the end of the hallway for her, waiting until she went first – and Carol imagined her mother saying something like ‘someone raising him right’. “We have a few students from UK here, I'm sure you will meet them”, he told her, stopping in front of a large mahogany door, where the name Elizabeth Dehner was graved in a large silver plate. “Here”, he said bouncing lightly on his feet.
Carol looked at the door and back at him. “Thank you. You didn’t really have to bother.”
“Nah, that was nothing. So… I guess I’ll see you around”, he said, almost timidly. Leonard looked like he wanted to say something else, but thought the better of it. Maybe Carol was reading it all wrong. “I’m a junior interested in Siences, so…” he added quickly, biting his lower lip. Maybe she was not.
“Me, too”, and if she had thought he had smiled before, it was nothing compared to his smile now. Then the bell rang, thanks God, because Carol knew she was going to say something incredibly stupid and embarrass herself, all because of a boy she had known for a total of ten minutes.
“Gotta go, I have a class", he explained. "Bye Carol”, he said, still smiling and taking a bit too long to turn around, or so she thought.
"Bye, Leonard", she whispered, looking at his retreating back for a few seconds until she turned around and knocked on the counselor's door.
Maybe her first days wasn't going to be bad at all.
