I need more of dyslexic Jim! It's so adorable and fitting! Maybe with Bones being his learn therapist or something?
omg, I know right? It’s been one of my personal headcanons for so long.
- “I’m going to be a Captain,” Jim says, curling up on Bones’ couch with a beer in his hand. “I’m sure you will be,” Leonard replies, “did you start studying for the exams yet?” “Yeah, been studying for weeks,” Jim replies, and Leonard frowns, a little confused. “Really? Wanna practice together?” Jim briefly hesitates, but then nods. “Okay, sure.“
- And Jim knows everything he already studied by heart. Bones really is pleasantly surprised. They have Introduction to Command, and Conflict Management classes together. Jim can talk smoothly, knows his stuff. Until he’s in the chapters he hasn’t studied yet. Leonard just sits next to him as Jim reads it out loud, though, he struggles immensely to do so. He reads words wrong, which isn’t so hard to do in a lot of classes with those Alien words and sigils. But even smaller, simpler words he just reads wrong, and Jim being aware of that, too, makes him increasingly uncomfortable. “Hey,” Leonard says eventually, “are you dyslectic?” Jim shrugs casually. “No.” “Because that’s not on your medical form,” Leonard continues. “I don’t want that on my form,” Jim says, “people think low enough of me as it is.” Leonard frowns, reaching out to gently squeeze Jim’s shoulder. “I don’t think lower of you, neither do the people who are actually important to you. I’m gonna help you with this.” “Can you cure it?” Jim asks curiously, and Leonard shakes his head. “No, but I can help you get better. Makes reading a little easier on you. And you can just be my personal school project.”
- Jim passes his tests because he records all their chapters being read out loud, and he remembers a lot from the lectures. Bones passes his classes, too, of course. After that, Jim suspects he’s mostly forgotten about Jim’s condition, which would be the easy way out of admitting his own flaws, but Leonard hasn’t forgotten. He sits Jim down in the campus coffee shop, full hipster, and doesn’t take Jim complaining about it. They sit together with coffee and Jim finds out he’s actually quite okay with being treated to cake and coffee after each successful chapter in his book.
- But then they both start following different classes, and Jim postpones the heavy reading for as much as he can because now Bones can’t really practice it with him as much as he would like to. Bones notices, too. And when they study together in Bones’ room, Jim struggles to concentrate because Bones is scribbling on paper like it’s the 20th century. Jim tries to focus on the words in front of him, but it doesn’t work as quickly as he wants to. “Coffee and cake no longer a good motivator, huh?” Bones asks, and Jim shrugs a little. “I want coffee, sure,” Jim says, “do you ever feel that with research papers, they use those fancy words on purpose?” “I mean, they’re all academic papers, so yeah,” Bones shrugs. He puts his own work aside, to instead focus on helping Jim. “Is there anything we can do that’ll help you focus?” Jim thinks about that for a few seconds, but then the way he grins tells Bones enough. “Fine,” Bones says, and Jim raises an eyebrow. “What?” “You finish that chapter, and I’ll go down on you,” Bones says casually. Jim stares at him, trying to sense the joke in his voice or his expression, but then he opens his books again. “Now thats a good deal.”
- It turns out, sex is actually a really good way to motivate Jim to study. Even when finals are over, Jim takes the initiative to practice his theory classes way on time. Of course, he only takes that initiative when he’s near Bones, but it seems a pretty decent arrangement for both of them. Jim’s grades improve, so do his reading skills, but his spelling is still horrible. Bones spends time correcting those in Jim’s papers, and then Jim thanks him by getting naked.
- “What’s the matter?” Bones asks when Jim enters his room. He looks a little upset, especially because he immediately reaches out for Bones’ t-shirt, lips chasing the scruff on Bones’ cheeks. “Nothing, I need a distraction,” Jim says. Bones reaches out, grabbing Jim’s hands and tugging them away from his shirt. “Talk to me,” Bones says, sitting down on bed. Jim sits down next to him, sighing softly. “For the Federation History classes we have to write a paper,” Jim says, and Bones sighs. “The one where we have two hours to research and write it? Yeah.” “And I can’t prepare because we won’t actually get a topic until the day of the exam,” Jim grunts. “So, you need more time. You’re eligible for more time,” Bones says. “I would have, if I updated my medical documents,” Jim admits, and Bones narrows his eyes at him. “You didn’t?” “No.” “God damn it, Jim. I told you to do that!” “But I didn’t,” Jim shrugs, reaching out for Bones’ shirt again, but Bones, again, turns him down. “Don’t,” Bones says, “what are you even doing? See if you can get that extra time!”
- Jim doesn’t get that extra time. And when Jim comes over to Bones’ dorm room after the exam, he looks visibly upset. “Didn’t go well, then?” Bones asks, and Jim falls down next to Bones on bed. “No, I fucked up,” Jim sighs. Bones turns to his side, sliding his arm around Jim’s waist. “I’m not gonna say I told you so,” Bones says, and Jim frowns. “By not saying that you literally just said it,” Jim replies. Bones huffs. “Go fix your medical report first thing on Monday,” Bones says, “you can do a retake of this exam and you’ll do fine next time,” Bones says. Jim smiles, reaching out to run his hand over Bones’ cheek. “I should’ve listened to you.” “Yes,” Bones agrees, leaning in to press a soft kiss on Jim’s lips, “you should’ve. Always.” “I don’t like feeling less smart than the others.” “It’s actually a really common thing, Jim,” Bones says, “only about 15% of people may actually be diagnosed, but they think over 70% has some form of reading disability.” “Look at you, gettin’ all doctor on me,” Jim replies with a smile. Bones shrugs, leaning in to kiss Jim again. At least Bones really knows how to make Jim feel better.
- Neither of them really know how things turned from casually sleeping together to something more serious, but it just happened. It feels good, so neither of them make the attempt to stop it. Jim gets the opportunity to take that exam again. This time, with the extra time, an he passes it. Not the best grade, but sufficient. He buys a big bottle of bourbon and comes over to Bones’ room. “I passed,” Jim says, and Bones doesn’t even look up from his computer. “Good job, bud.” That’s real friendship. Jim sits down, one hand holding the bottle. The other on Bones’ leg. “Let’s celebrate,” Jim nudges Bones’ attention away from his device and towards Jim instead. “C’m here,” Jim says, pulling Bones closer and leaning in to kiss him. Bones obliges, kissing Jim until he’s breathless. “God,” Jim breathes against hot lips, shivering pleasantly as Bones’ hands slides under Jim’s shirt, “I love you.” That stops Bones’ actions, and Jim only then realizes what he’d just said. “You what?” Bones asks. “Nothing,” Jim mumbles, “slip off the tongue. Heat of the moment. Didn’t realize-” But Bones leans in, lips brushing over Jim’s again. “Can’t take back what you already said,” Bones says softly, “unless you spell it for me.” “Wow, rude. Fuck you,” Jim laughs. Bones shrugs, hands on Jim’s shirt to take it off. “I mean, if you want to.”